The way Adam said it made the fireplace quiver, as if something dark had just rolled off his tongue to engulf the living room. Gansey held his gaze in a comfortable silence. It sounded like a warning.
“What are we doing?”, he said again.
Gansey attempted an innocent smile. “We’re drinking scotch and talking about…”
“You know,” Adam interrupted him, “what I mean.”
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Merry Christmas with this idea I’ve had in my mind ever since Evermore came out last year. In this post-canon ‘verse, with the gangsey heading towards their thirties, Blue and Henry on the other side of the world, and Adam and Ronan’s relationship on the rocks, Gansey and Parrish both find themselves in DC during the holidays - Gansey at his parents house, Adam just passing by for the weekend. And the road not taken looks real good now.
Like many other stories, this too shall remain unpublished and hidden in my phone notes, but I couldn’t help drawing something from it! Also, I have been so obsessed by this concept that I also made a gifset for it last year. And of course I have an all-TS playlist for Adam and Gansey called yee-haw, 'cause duh.
Hope your holiday season is filled with love and warmth
“You can be just friends with people, you know,“ Orla said. "I think it’s crazy how you’re in love with all those raven boys.”
Orla wasn’t wrong, of course. But what she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.
you know those super chaotic tiktoks that feature a group of teenage boys doing something wholesome yet stupid and ridiculous? That’s just the raven boys incarnate. anyway in this essay i will
Many people talk about how they love Adam Parrish but I just wanna say: I absolutely love Gansey.
He’s like the greatest nerd and the biggest dork you can think of. He’s 17 and 50 at the same time. His personal style is horrible. His friends are magical creatures/trees/dead/200 years old professors/Henry Cheng.
He has notebooks full of useless stuff. He lives in an era of smartphones and still makes handwritten notes and snippets of newspapers. He built a miniaturized Henrietta - no normal person would do that.
He had one wild obsession and was ready to give everything including his life for it.
He drives an unpractical and ugly car just because he feels good with it (it’s like the equivalent of wearing t-shirts with superheroes on them).
He’s just such a nerd and I love him for it. And for the fact that he doesn’t even hide it. Even the judge is like “hey did you find your dead king?”, the whole school is like “ah yes the Glendower, Gansey’s bf”.
adam parrish provides some of the best non-disaster bisexual representation. that boy is calculating & perfect. you’d never seen adam parrish in a rush or late for anything. you’d never catch adam parrish not knowing the answer to a question. adam knows everything he is NOT a disaster. now gansey on the other hand, said tropes are tropes for a reason and i will be the biggest bisexual disaster you’ve ever seen.
*adam and blue breaking the terrible news to gansey that he’s going to die within the year*
gansey: oh my god is that all??? i’ve known about that for ages!! come and get me when you have some real news. i’ve gotta get back to making tiny cardboard houses.
i’m just waiting for someone to step up and get the hennessy flower neck tattoos. which one of you is gonna take some initiative?? do it for the team <3
sorry. “light follows darkness” ???? but in latin???greywaren is for the mentally ill kids who are growing into mentally ill adults and don’t know how to exist anymore. it just is.
the raven cycle is candid photos and folk music and summer days and green grass and dirt roads and endless sky and breathing in fresh air from open windows, wind in your hair.
