#autistic Richard gansey iii

[oikawasstofu]

Ronan n Gansey so different at first glance have been friends for so long

They just get each other in a very autistic way

[hondayota]

broke: blue sargent is a manic pixie dream girl

woke: gansey is a manic pixie dream girl

[foxofanequinox]

gansey Acquires queers bro. he's the lure for all these gays that stick around because of his pretty face and extreme levels of autism. ronan? how many times can you describe them as knowing each other and being so in sync and LIVING together and tell me ronan doesn't have heart eyes. adam? im like 90% sure he in text calls gansey attractive. they're so terrible to each other but adam stays. hmmm... and Blue??? she's literally queer. she's the she/they bi alt girl to gansey's "whats a pronoun" nerd loser. caught by the allure of autism quests and silly boys. noah? his boyfriend was a huge nerd for the ley line you can't tell me he doesn't think gansey's intelligence is attractive, and gansey not being a bitch and murderer is a plus. henry literally was into gansey. said outta my way gayboy im bout to get it (gansey). the list goes on. what is it about a rich white guy with severe anxiety dressed like jake from state farm that calls the queers running. why are you assembling a squadron for each letter of lgbt. gansey's allure bro.

meme after cut

literally any character upon meeting gansey bro cmon. au-rizz-m goes crazy for richard campbell gansey the third.

[hermitmoss]

autistic gansey: the raven boys

literal thinking

All of the sources said that church watchers had to possess “the second sight” and Gansey barely possessed first sight before he put his contacts in.

It took Gansey a moment to realize that Ronan had made a joke, and by then, it was too late to laugh.

Gansey, misunderstanding, immediately asked her, “Why would you have to leave?”

“Coincidence?” Ronan asked. “I think not.”  It was meant to be sarcastic. Gansey had said I don’t believe in coincidences so often that he no longer needed to.

He said, “I don’t think that minor children are required to get gifts for their parents. I’m a dependent. That’s the definition of dependent, is it not?”

Several exasperated faces turned on Gansey. Maura said, “Well, he’s not going to just go away because you don’t want to deal with him.” “I didn’t say it was possible,” Gansey replied, not looking up from his splint. “I just said that it was what I would like.”

"His name wasn’t really Butternut, was it?" Gansey asked Adam in a low voice.

food sensitivities

Gansey said, “Tell me there’s no sauce on this burger.”  Dropping the strap from his teeth, Ronan scoffed. “Please.”  “No pickle, either,” Adam said

stimming

The area around him smelled strongly of mint from the leaf he chewed absently. 

He ran his thumb back and forth across his bottom lip, a habit he never seemed to notice and Adam never bothered to point out.

Gansey was crumpled on his bed, earbuds in, eyes closed. Even with the hearing gone in his left ear, Adam could hear the tinny sound of the music, whatever Gansey had played in order to keep himself company, to lure himself to sleep.

special interest

Gansey couldn’t resist talking about Glendower. He never could.

But Gansey never minded retelling the story. He’d related the events like they’d just happened, thrilled again

he was wondering if it was more than the ordinary curiosity people possessed when faced with Gansey and his obsessive accessories. He knew Gansey would find him overly suspicious, unnecessarily proprietary of a search Gansey was more than willing to share with most people.

“We talking about Gansey the third and his New Age obsession?” the secretary asked.

what he found was that Richard Gansey III was more obsessed with the ley line than he had ever been. Something about the entire research process seemed … frantic.  What is wrong with this kid? Whelk wondered

It was suddenly difficult not to be excited by the idea of explaining it all to her.

The easy way that he began the story, at once striding through grass and eyeing the EMF reader, let Blue know that he had told it many times before.

“If you’d just asked,” Gansey said, “I would’ve told you everything in there. I would’ve been happy to. It wasn’t a secret.”

masking and mirroring accents

Adam remembered finding him intimidating when he first met him. There were two Ganseys: the one who lived inside his skin, and the one Gansey put on in the morning when he slid his wallet into the back pocket of his chinos.  The former was troubled and passionate, with no discernible accent to Adam’s ears, and the latter bristled with latent power as he greeted people with the slippery, handsome accent of old Virginia money.

It was a default answer, she saw; he fell back onto his powerful politeness when he was taken by surprise. Also, he was still watching Adam, taking his cues from him as to how he should react to her. Adam nodded, once, briefly, and the mask slipped just a little more. Blue wondered if the President Cell Phone demeanor ever vanished completely when he was around his friends. Maybe the Gansey she’d seen in the churchyard was what lay beneath.

A few minutes later, when Gansey climbed into the front seat beside the pilot, she saw that he was grinning, effusive and earnest, incredibly excited to be going wherever they were going. It was nothing like his previous, polished demeanor.

There was something about the timbre of his voice that surprised Blue. It wasn’t until he spoke again she realized he was using the tone she’d heard him use with Adam.

This Gansey, this story-telling Gansey, was a different person altogether from any of the other versions of him she’d encountered. She couldn’t not listen. 

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing. That second Gansey loomed inside him now, more than ever, and he didn’t like it.

some days Gansey wished that he could be him, because Adam was so very real and true in a way that Gansey couldn’t ever seem to be.

Gansey was first into the room, and he clearly hadn’t expected to find anyone there, because his features hadn’t been arranged at all to disguise his misery. When he saw Blue, he immediately managed to pull a cordial smile from somewhere. And it was so very convincing. She had seen his face just a second before, but even having seen his expression, it was hard to remind herself that the smile was false. Why a boy with a life as untroubled as Gansey’s would have needed to learn how to build such a swift and convincing false front of happiness was beyond her.

not understood/accidentally offensive/words coming out wrong

The Aglionby boy appeared puzzled for a long moment, and then realization dawned. “Oh, that was not how I meant it. That is not what I said.”

To his credit, the Aglionby boy didn’t speak right away. Instead, he thought for a moment and then he said, without heat, “You said you were working for living. I thought it’d be rude to not take that into account. I’m sorry you’re insulted. I see where you’re coming from, but I feel it’s a little unfair that you’re not doing the same for me.”

He hadn’t meant to be offensive but, in retrospect, it was possible he had been. This was going to eat at him all evening. He vowed, as he had a hundred times before, to consider his words better.

He’d managed to offend again, with no effort at all.

After a moment, he said, "Sometimes I’m afraid he’ll never really understand me."

I did tell him, right? I did say that we were to wait. It’s not that he didn’t understand me.

Words pressed against his mouth, begged to be said, but he kept silent.

But Gansey’s words had somehow become unwitting weapons, and he didn’t trust himself to not accidentally discharge them again. 

“My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.

specifically coming across as condescending

 She clearly hadn’t found him condescending.  Which was probably because she hadn’t heard him speak.  

“Sometimes he’s very condescending.”  Adam looked at the ground. “He doesn’t mean to be.

“Really?” Gansey asked, so innocently startled by this that it was clear that Adam had been right before — he hadn’t meant to be condescending.

“God, I’m sick of your condescension, Gansey,” Adam said. “Don’t try to make me feel stupid. Who whips out repugnant? Don’t pretend you’re not trying to make me feel stupid.”  “This is the way I talk.

honesty

Adam suspected Gansey’s preference was because Ronan was earnest even if he was horrible, and with Gansey, honesty was golden.

“So I think we deserve the truth. Tell me you know something but you don’t want to help me, if that’s what’s going on, but don’t lie to me.”

“I’m going to need everyone to be straight with each other from now on. No more games. This isn’t just for Blue, either. All of us.”

He wasn’t sure how to speak without hurting Ronan. He couldn’t lie to him.

“age-inappropriate”

Gansey himself sat at an old desk with his back to them, gazing out an east-facing window and tapping a pen. His fat journal lay open near him, the pages fluttering with glued-in book passages and dark with notes. Adam was struck, as he occasionally was, by Gansey’s agelessness: an old man in a young body, or a young man in an old man’s life.

In his best professor voice

He sounded so old, Blue thought. So formal in comparison to the other boys he’d brought. There was something intensely discomfiting about him

once again Blue got the sense that he seemed older than the boys he’d brought with him.

There was something very ancient about him just then, with the tree arched over him and his eyelids rendered colorless in the shadows.

“You haven’t been a dependent since you were four. You went straight from kindergarten to old man with a studio apartment.” 

Malory had been the first one to take fifteen-year-old Gansey seriously, a favor for which Gansey would not soon stop being grateful for.

journal is comfort object

Gansey retreated to his bed, though he didn’t lie down. He reached for his journal, but it wasn’t there; he’d left it at Nino’s the night of the fight.

Whelk held his hand out for the journal. Gansey swallowed.  He asked, “Whelk — sir — are you sure this is the only way?” The journal weighted his hands. He didn’t need it. He knew everything in it.  But it was him. He was giving everything that he’d worked for away.  I will get a new one.

alexithymia

He thought this feeling inside him was shame.

Gansey tried several different ways to think of the situation, but there wasn’t any way he could paint it that made it hurt less. Something kept fracturing inside him.

Gansey couldn’t begin to explain the size of this awfulness. He only knew that it burst inside him, again and again, fresh every time he considered it. 

some complicated longing to settle an argument that waged deep inside himself.

overwhelming emotions

 More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it. 

 His bald expression held something new: not the raw delight of finding the ley line or the sly pleasure of teasing Blue. She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness.

He couldn’t stand it, all of this inside him.  In the end, he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan. Adam spit his words back at him and Ronan squandered however many second chances he gave him. Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year.They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.

“too serious”

Things seemed to weigh heavily enough on Gansey as it was.

His voice was peculiar. Formal and certain.

~awkward

He knocked fists with Adam. Coming from Gansey, the gesture was at once charming and self-conscious, a borrowed phrase of another language.

“I don’t know what else to say.”  “‘Sorry,’” she recommended.  “I said that already.”

clumsiness and disorganisation

It wasn’t that he meant to be careless — as Adam told him again and again, “Things cost money, Gansey” — it was just that he never seemed to realize the consequences of his actions until too late.

[Ronan] stopped the recorder and said, “You’re dripping gas on your pants, geezer.”

Gansey crashed onto the driver’s seat.

Then there were the notes, made with a half-dozen different pens and markers, but all in the same business-like hand. They circled and pointed and underlined very urgently. They made bulleted lists and eager exclamation points in the margins. They contradicted one another and referred to one another in third person. Lines became cross-hatching became doodles of mountains became squirrelly tire tracks behind fast-looking cars

Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual attempting to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed.

It looked like the home of a mad inventor or an obsessed scholar or a very messy explorer; after meeting Gansey, she was beginning to suspect that he was all of these things.

EfficiencyTM

Gansey derived a large part of his pleasure from meeting goals, and a large part of that large part was pleased by meeting goals efficiently. There was nothing more efficient than aiming for your destination as the crow flew.

RulesTM

They didn’t even have the authority to choose an alcoholic beverage. They couldn’t be deciding who deserved to live or die.

likes mechanical things (not counting the camaro because that’s just Too Many Quotes to compile)

He liked the little knobs and toggles and gauges of cockpits, and he liked the technological backwardness of the simple clasp seat belts.

not understanding/realizing things

Again, his face was somehow puzzled by the fact of their hand-holding.

It hadn’t occurred to Gansey that if the Camaro had been operating properly, fleeing would’ve been an option.

Gansey didn’t understand, but he nodded. 

And now Gansey was a king here, and he didn’t even know how to use it.

difficulty reading people/nonverbal cues not impacting him

Gansey suspected that none of them was being completely honest with their replies, but at least he’d told them what he wanted. Sometimes all he could hope for was getting it on the record.

One of Ronan’s eyebrows was raised, sharp as a razor.  Gansey strapped his journal closed. “That doesn’t work on me. 

He didn’t believe she was really offended; her face didn’t look like it had at Nino’s when they’d first met, and her ears were turning pink. He thought, possibly, he was getting a little better at not offending her

need for certainty

What Gansey needed out of life was facts, things he could write in his journal, things he could state twice and underline, no matter how improbable those facts were.

generally unusual ways of thinking

An astonished Roman historian commented, You look under rocks no one else thinks to pick up, slick.

general “strangeness”

Adam leaned toward her as if he was about to say something, but ultimately, he just shook his head, smiling, like Gansey was a joke that was too complicated to explain.

“ARE YOU LISTENING, GLENDOWER? I AM COMING TO FIND YOU!” Gansey’s voice, ebullient and ringing, echoed off the tree-covered slopes around the field. Adam and Blue found him standing in the middle of a clear, pale path, his arms stretched out and his head tilted back as he shouted into the air.

“You find it not normal?”  She could tell that he very much wanted her to say that he wasn’t normal, so she replied, “Oh, I’m sure it’s quite normal in some circles.”  He looked a little hurt, but most of his attention was on the meter, which showed two faint red lights. He remarked, “I’d like to be in those circles.

Gansey couldn’t keep the exasperation from his voice. “‘Strange’ doesn’t help me. I don’t know what ‘strange’ means.”

He was himself, but he was something else, too — that something that Blue had first seen in him at the boys’ reading, that sense of otherness, of something more, seemed to radiate from that still portrait of Gansey enshrined in the dark tree.

not knowing other people don’t know things he knows

“Gansey, seriously,” Adam interrupted, to Blue’s relief. “Nobody knows what quiddity is.”

“Nobody knows who Ned Kelly is, either, Gansey.”

Born This Way

A small voice within Adam asked whether he would ever look this grand on the inside, or if it was something you had to be born into.

just. this. the way he knows to think this, the way he instinctively compares them to aliens that humans mistreat and that he logically shouldn’t love.

They were like aliens, Gansey thought. Aliens that we have treated very badly for a very long time. If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

[barrywhelk]

Top 10 autistic Gansey moments

[moonssugar]

we get the moment blue realizes she likes gansey in and all the hang ups that come with that in agonizing detail BUT i want gansey’s pov of slowly realizing he likes blue in the same agonizing detail because i know this boy had a meltdown and shattered into like a billion pieces and then imploded before slowly putting himself back together like come on. or was it a gradual “this is happening and i can’t stop it” like with him calling blue after the argument with adam and asking her to describe everything just to hear her voice and letting himself slip. like did gansey have a big Oh moment the way blue did we didnt see. he drives blue up to the hill after her second argument with adam and thats when we see him really freak out over his feelings for blue so much that he jumps out the car and runs away from her. before that almost every time he thinks about blue he’s going knock it off, gansey and his thoughts darted toward adam, toward blue, and rabbited away and the boat scene where he’s absolutely admiring her and then telling himself not to ruin things. so ch.51 of the dream thieves is like the moment he can’t not address it, thats his Oh. Oh no moment and he goes right back to trying to repress it by saying “and now we never speak of it again.”

i still want the agonizing detail that went into every single time he ignored how he felt

[ravenboysandcrows]

Today at school I spent too much time drawing little Raven Cycle inspired doodles and giggling while imagining the Gangsey in the silliest situations. It was getting to the point where people were staring.

I have exams coming up and I can’t keep doing this, but the Raven Cycle brainrot is so real…😭🫠

[funkyfruta]

Ronan n Gansey so different at first glance have been friends for so long

They just get each other in a very autistic way

[your-fave-has-autistic-swag]

Richard Campbell Gansey III from The Raven Cycle has autistic swag!

(submitted by anon)

[dailytrcheadcanons]

todays's hc

everyones favourite buffy the vampire slayer characters:

blue: willow noah: buffy adam: oz ronan: spike gansey: angel henry: cordelia

[hondayota]

"autism autism autism" i chant into the mirror. then he appears behind me. richard campbell gansey iii

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

RICHARD GANSEY III, BLUE SARGENT, and HENRY CHENG from THE RAVEN CYCLE

Justification:

"theyre all very obviously gay and autistic, Gansey is bi as all fucking hell and i think Blue would enjoy kissing someone who isn't gonna die from it" - @justaboymadeofhoneyandglass

[autism-rizz-tournament]

Richard Campbell Gansey III (The Raven Cycle) - Autism Rizz Tournament Preliminaries

If you vote yes you must firmly believe in this character's autism AND in the rizz their autism gets them. If you don't want the character in the tournament just vote no

Propaganda:

Use of special interest in rizzing, excessively monologued about by all close friends and romantic interests (these lines are incredibly blurred, general autistic boy swag)

[myrmeraki]

Autistic Gansey???

richard gansey iii is so. autism coded in a way that is definitely not on purpose but let me explain my thoughts:

The way his mannerisms and voice changes so easily and so drastically, ie the Gansey The Boy persona vs the President Cellphone appearance. My guy is just perfect at masking. In Dream Thieves he is able to handle himself in that room of strangers and, from Adams POV, very easily ‘becomes’ the kind of person and conversationalist that best fits the other person or people.

His trouble with social awareness in a way that shows his understanding of other people’s perspective is purposefully learned. In BLLB when Blue becomes mad at him after they are out on a late drive and he lends Henry his cell he says “I’m trying to see things from your point of view but I’m having a very difficult time”. This kind of relation to where other people are coming from is not a natural skill and something he takes time to develop.

The “nobody knows who Ned Kelly is” and “Who rips out repugnant?” bits of dialogue (both, interestingly enough, from mister Autism Adam himself) that again show his difficulty gauging where other people’s understandings of his interests line up with his own. His ‘agelessness’ where he is seen as both young and old at the same time; Many autistic people have heard comments of being “mature for your age” or “an old soul” or the opposite of being “young at heart”. I know this is ‘cause he’s got freaky ley line history but the way his chronology doesn’t line up with what is considered “typical”

Glendower / Welsh History special interest duh

Comorbidity between autism and insomnia (Him and Ronan’s insomnia and his little Henrietta model)

It’s stated multiple times about Ronan that he values their friendship because Ronan never lies, Ronan is honest, etc etc. Ronan also doesn’t hold much care for pointless social conventions. This is also a case for Ronan Autism but as it relates to Gansey I believe he treasures these traits because, based on his need to be all these different versions of himself, Gansey is always lying and putting on a show. IMO this more raw, honest version of Gansey is closer to his true self, but a self he cannot be.

IDK how universal this is but orientation in physical space? He’s not klutzy but he’s not really graceful. Specifically in TRB he says, on flying, “He seemed to lack the important ability to orient himself vertically as well as horizontally, which led to disagreements involving trees”

His obsession with the Camero and preserving the integrity of it, like the specific run-down way it functions, the paint job, the leather, seems like its an important piece of sensory input for him. It also is, again, a tool that represents his masking (all the times he’s said that the Camero is who he is on the inside)

This is kind of a stretch but the near constant chewing on or rubbing the mint leaves, personally that sounds like sensory hell but hey, to each his own.

im sure there are many more but i’m interested to see if anyone else has thought of this before and there are points to add…

[adamshallperish]

Re: TRC: am I the only one who hardcore shipped Adansey? Is it problematic that I really wanted rich boy Gansey to sweep Adam off his feet against his will?

i don't think it's problematic for sure, more of a sign that richard campbell gansey the iii has so much autistic swag that he has like seven layers of sexual tension with everyone interacts with