#* & ( threads ~ rowan )

[itsjaywalkers]

didn't say anything bc i was at work til 5pm and then i had to go grocery shopping + make dinner but i've been listening to short n sweet on loop all day and i'm fucking obsessed SABRINA DID IT AGAIN!!!!

[sunshades]

good evening friends. on this beautiful friday night we have gathered to:

the results from ao3 as of 26/05 are as follows

12. The Wings, with 0

11. Hell Screen, with 3

10. The Stranger, with 5

9. Demian, with 18

8. The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote de la Mancha, with 24

7. The Metamorphosis, with 34

6. Dreams of the Red Chamber, with 41

5. Goethe's Faust, with 67

4. Crime and punishment, with 117 (getting warmer...!)

and before the top 3... a 🥁 honorary mention to sinner no.10, the divine comedy, with 124!!! 🥁

3. Wuthering Heights, with 129!

2. Moby Dick, with 131, and a sizeable yaoi percentage (73!)

1. and with a whooping 282 works! here comes THE ODYSSEY!

everybody congratulate outis on her great work!

[inkshadow]

random closed starter for @sunliights because i love my wife

❝ baby, are you ready? ❞ she's practically squealing, keys clutched in one hand while the other holds rowan's. yes, they've entered this house before together and yes, the mountains of paperwork they've had to sign to get to this point certainly took a lot of the excitement out but... it's their first and hopefully only home together from here on out and cecilia just couldn't wait any longer. with the door unlocked, she gives rowan a nudge with her elbow. ❝ do the honors, mrs. choi-sommers. ❞

[acourtofquestions]

“I claim you Rowan Whitethorn. I claim you as my friend.”

“I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.”

[strawberryteabunny]

finished bluebell embroidery 💙

[ymirs-heart]

Closed Starter || Rowan & Samantha @rowanelodie

At the Gym, Manhattan A great and private self-defense class was certainly something that is very sought after. Most of those types of classes are always with immense groups and largely the basics. Samantha was waiting on her appointment of the evening in the private space on the fourth floor. A room with natural light that grew dimmer as the evening progressed. A one sided window as a back wall, offering a view hidden from the public eye. Some sun always helped Sam's mood. She was wearing her overwashed black gym t-shirt which she filled with her significant muscular build and slim leggings shorts, her short hair were loose and slightly humid from all of her exercise so far. She was preparing her equipment with her hands and foreharms wrapped in boxing tape. That is until she heard the sliding glass and metal door open. Samantha smiled at the sight of this stranger, she walked up to her while eyeing her up and down "And you must be Rowan? Am I right?" It was the name she left her at least. She reached gently for her hand "I am Samantha, but I bet you already guessed that part." She ended her sentence with a wink, inviting her in order to begin.

[sollucets]

guys i am trying Really hard not to have public opinions about of this morning... pray for me

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @kajoling closed starter for @outer-banks-trash

Roland wasn't used to Krovs being a stressful place. It was supposed to be fun, entertaining, full of delightful distractions that took his mind off of whatever might be going on outside it's walls. With all of these attacks, however, the atmosphere was being ruined and more and more Roland was walking around carrying a tension he wasn't used to and trying not to be overly paranoid, though that proved difficult. Wound tight as he was (and frankly hating it) he decided he would seek one of his usual distractions and made his way down to the Undercroft. Given the mood he was in, it might end up being more of a...direct encounter than he normally had with the slaves but he was sure most of them would be used to that by now. Though, perhaps it would be better to get a slave he hadn't tried yet. Novelty always tended to improve his mood.

That decided, he strode past the checkpoint without really glancing at the guard, and surveyed the slaves for a moment. There was the familiar array of options but then one stood out that he hadn't seen before. Clasping his hands behind his back and trying to rein in his edginess, for the moment, Roland glided over to him. "You must be new. While these accommodations are..." he glanced around disdainfully "...adequate, I much prefer my suite. Come with me."

[oculiaperticlausi]

trinity — open

"You know what's more fun than shots?" Rowan smirks, holding her empty shot glass in her hand. "Body shots."

[chiefhalliday]

✧･ﾟ— CLOSED STARTER @flynnxhalliday

— FLYNN’S APARTMENT ; EVENING

When Emilio informed Rowan that Flynn hadn’t shown up to his precinct that morning the news was met with surprise. It wasn’t like Flynn to miss work, but he was probably run down with a cold. Nothing major. Everyone was entitled to a sick day.

Then the second day came and Flynn was still absent. Rowan sent him a text and got no response, so he doubted his nephew would pick up the phone if he called. With an excuse to leave the office early (and probably for the first time in months), Rowan headed for Flynn’s apartment. He didn’t want to have to invade anybody’s personal space, especially during a time when work was not an option, but Rowan’s family was everything to him and whether he was overreacting or not was irrelevant. He had to know if Flynn was okay.

He always thought it was more polite to knock, but since he was riddled with concern and had a key to Flynn’s place (and vice versa) he thought he’d use that instead. He inserted the key into the lock, twisted the handle, and opened the door gently, hoping he didn’t startle Flynn into thinking it was a vicious intruder.

“Flynn?” He called. “Hey, it’s me. Sorry to come by unannounced.”

[achronalart]

Screen shot of Discord convo, names redacted:

PERSON 1: I really do think, despite everything they say, that for $6.99 this cord cannot possibly be ACTUAL silk…

<link to an Amazon page>

PERSON 2: Well, get some demons in and do a comparison test with it, a string known to be silk, and a control piece of twine.

PERSON 1: This is like the paranormal version of a fiber burn test, isn't it?

PERSON 2: Basically identical except maybe someone gets flesh-harvested.

[atrickrtreat]

@lcstinfantasy asked: 💋 to kiss my muse on the lips. - from rowan @ anyone

Iggy usually made the first move when it came to people. Always. Which is why he was so surprised when Rowan just laid one on him out of the blue at the after-party for the concert the band had just put on. "If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was ask Ro."

[prerodinu]

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" He smiled, leaning his head to the side as he flicked the ash of the smoke he was holding in his hand. It was a type of wolvesbane he smoked, though it had it's added kicks into it.

[inkshadow]

❝ babe, you like my name, right? ❞

for @lilacwiine

[acourtofquestions]

Rowan, sitting there on his knees for hours, covered in burns, all to ring cold rags onto Celaena’s forehead:

… not because he has to or is the only one there to do so — no, there is an entire team of medics present for such purposes who could have done so & done it easier — he was also injured at the time…

… not because it would save her life; or even be all that necessary or even efficient… but because if it gave her even the slightest fleeting relief from pain he would do it — because it was worth it; whatever the price, whatever the time. —

It was worth it to him. Because it was her; it was for her.

[riley-macnally]

location: tonopah medical tag: @rowan-macnally

It was fair to say that Riley hadn't strayed far from Maeve's room, short bathroom breaks, trips to the water machine. He wasn't even interested in the vending machine, which for him would usually be something he'd buy half of. The lack of appetite was a telltale sign of just how upset and stressed he was. He wanted Maeve out of here and on the road to recovery, it was the waiting that was crippling him the most. He's not even sure how long he'd been here, hours, days? It felt like forever.

This hour was the longest time he'd been gone, he just wanted some fresh air, and the chance for his family to be around. That's why when he's on his return back to her room and he spots Rowan outside, he's already on his own defense. "Don't tell me to go home. You'd have to knock me out with your bat and drag me." Making it clear, even though he didn't even know if that was what she was going to suggest. He was aware he looked exhausted and at this point, probably didn't smell great either, but he didn't care. He'd only leave if Maeve or Ally ordered him to, and only if he knew someone was going to be with her. "She asleep?" He wonders. "Chokin' for a smoke, can I spraff a light?" He'd gone out only to find he didn't have one in his pockets.