#because of the hate around kavinsky

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Something interesting is that Ronan doesn’t immediately connect the “Adam would hate this Gansey” to his description of the Gansey on fire he knows, the Gansey who contains every wild spark etc., just that it’s a Gansey who doesn’t tend to exist around Adam because Adam can be centering/soothing for Gansey as we see in TRB pre the ending (and wild and angry aren’t synonyms, so I think Ronan qualifies Gansey on fire as a different Gansey from the one brought out by fights with Adam too. then again a lot of Adansey’s most major fights are when no one else is around to witness so could also be some unreliability there..). It’s Gansey on this specific night and the way he is interacting with Kavinsky, that glacial laugh that is meant to portray superiority and not humor, the type that would unequivocally say he’s better than other people (not that Adam would have issue with saying Kavinsky is lesser than them he doesn’t give a fuck about Kavinsky. but he likes that normal Gansey thinks all human life has value later) is a side to Gansey that Ronan thinks Adam would hate: “But this was not Gansey as usual. This was Gansey with a lofty tilt to his chin, a condescending quirk to his mouth. A Gansey that was aware that no matter what went down here tonight, he would still go back to Monmouth Manufacturing and rule his particular corner of the world. This was a Gansey, Ronan realized, that Adam would hate. Gansey said, “And what is it my dog needs?” 

The Gansey that Adam would hate isn’t necessarily wild Gansey although there is definite overlap here / the wildness is what allows this Gansey to come forth, it’s arrogant to the point of being cruel Gansey. A Gansey who is simultaneously less in control / more destructive and actively is very comfortable having control over other people, in ruling, in being arrogant or superior, which it makes sense would bother Adam so much more than Ronan because of class dynamics and Adam’s control issues and fear of Gansey proving he shouldn’t care for / trust him by exerting control over him. This is a version of Gansey who could really easily hurt Adam (taking notes on this scene for my Gansey comes back wrong / no humanity Gansey fic idea).Also want to contrast this from how Adam reacts to a Gansey who is exuding confidence/power but is extremely controlled about it in the DC section, because there are things he really dislikes about that Gansey but he’s also quite enamored by him in a really unhealthy way, and it generally…. Is a Gansey that riles Adam up a lot in a few ways imo. But he definitely sees that Gansey sometimes and wishes for the control to break which is actually a bit similar to Ronan enjoying this less in control Gansey. So I do think Ronan is right that Adam’s reaction to this Gansey would include hate and he wouldn’t have the affinity for him Ronan does but I also think his reaction would be more complex than just negative.

[harlowsbby]

U Remind Me

Jack always knew Deja Vu was a real thing and that it happened on a day to day basis but he never thought he’d experience it first hand, especially not so close to home.

Jack loved you dearly but there was one thing that was stopping him from fully committing a relationship with you and that’s because you reminded him so much of his ex girlfriend.

Jack’s ex always came off so innocent and sweet but he was fooled by it all, she used Jack and abused him mentally. The way you smiled was the exact same way she smiled. He loved you he did and there wasn’t any denying that but he hated the way he was reminded of her whenever he looked at you.

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“Are you planning on asking Y/N out anytime soon or what? If not I’m willing to take her off your hands.” Urban joked and put the blunt to his lips. Jack rolled his eyes at Urban from his spot in the studio.

“You already know she’s off limits.” Ace raised his eyebrows. “How do we know that though? I mean you haven’t made shit official with her yet and I don’t think she’s going to be waiting for you much longer man.”

Jack knew for a fact that you wouldn’t and weren’t the type to sit around and wait for a man but he just wasn’t ready to make things official just yet. “You don’t think I get that Ace? But you already know the shit I went through with Ava.”

“But Y/N isn’t Ava.” “I know she isn’t but it’s like she has the same traits as Ava, when I first met Ava she was so sweet and innocent just like how Y/N is but then when I found out.” Jack gulped and took a minute. “You don’t have to talk about it Jack we already know what happened.” Ace didn’t want Jack to discuss or relive anything from the past.

“All we’re saying is Y/N isn’t going to wait around forever I can see how badly she wants a relationship with you so work past this shit with Ava or something, go see a therapist or some shit.” Urban said, Jack rubbed his forehead and sighed he knew he had to do something quick or else you’d be gone from his life forever but he just felt as if everything was against him.

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“I mean is this too much to ask for.” Pouting as you watched Peter Kavinsky stick his hand in Lara Jeans back pocket. Neelam came into the room and leaned over the couch seeing you with a pint of ice cream in your hand.

“You want Jack to stick his hand in your ass pocket? Seems a bit weird don’t you think.” She quickly grabbed the pint of ice cream and sat down next to you and helped herself, “I mean just being showed off sounds nice since the guy I like clearly acts like he can’t do that.” Neelam knew everything that was going on and she understood where you were coming from as well as Jack.

Neelam knew you were nothing like Ava at least personality wise, but she did have to admit you had that luring aura that Ava had and you had that sweet and innocent look down.

He knew it was unfair to relate her ignorance to you but he couldn’t help it, he was ready to get back out into the dating world or that’s what he convinced himself.

“Y/N can I talk to you? For a minute or two.” Neelam was hesitant at what she was about to say but she knew it needed to be done. “Of course what’s up Neelam.” Pushing pause on the movie you placed the bowl of popcorn down and faced Neelam.

You gave her a innocent smile and titled your head a bit to the side, something Ava did all the time. “Do you wanna know the reason as to why Jack is so scared of committing with you?”

Your eyes practically bugged out of your head. “I mean yeah I wanna know maybe if you tell me I’ll finally be able to understand where his headset is at.” Neelam nervously bit her lip she just prayed she wasn’t going to regret doing this.

“Well Jack loved Ava he dropped anything and everything to make her happy and to make her feel at ease as well as welcomed.” Neelam shakily breathed in. “That was until he found out what her true intentions were.”

little flashback

“Man I’m so tired I can’t wait to fall asleep and cuddle up with my women.” Jack laughed on the phone with Urban. “I swear all you talk about is Ava this, Ava that I’m so tired of hearing about damn Ava.” Urban joked around.

“You’re just upset you don’t have anybody but that packet of ramen waiting on you back home.” Jack had just finished his last show in California usually he’d go out and party but he really just wanted to be with Ava.

Ace and Neelam decided to follow him back to the hotel room as well to get a few things they left behind in his room from earlier. “Is Ava asleep?” Neelam asked Jack. “I think so, I messaged her earlier but never got anything back.” He said.

Taking out the keycard for the room he noticed the door was already opened up a crack, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The doors unlocked.” Ace and Neelam looked at one another then back at Jack. He quickly opened the door and ran over to the master bedroom to make sure Ava was okay.

“Ava, baby are you okay the front door was ope-.” Ava was more than okay she was laid out across the bed while was random man was under the covers with her doing God knows what. “Jack?!” She hurriedly pushed the man off of the bed and wrapped herself up in the sheets.

That’s when Jack noticed the man on the floor wasn’t just some ordinary man it was Omar Apollo, Jack’s opener for tour and someone he considered a close friend.

“What.. what’s going on.” Jack’s voice cracked and his eyes started to blur with tears. Ava sighed and tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ears.

“Look Jack I just I don’t think things between the two of us are going to work out.” She blunt stated with no emotion in her tone whatsoever. Neelam scoffed. “Wow.” Neelam mumbled.

“But I mean why not I thought everything was good between us I mean.. I mean I gave you everything.” Ava shrugged her shoulders. “I mean but you didn’t give me everything and Omar will so I just think it’s best I get going but thank you for everything.”

Jack watched the once love of his life gather up her things and kiss the man that she cheated on him with the same way she kissed Jack. Ava have Jack a little kiss on the cheek before being on her way.

little flashback over

“So he thinks I’m just like her basically?” You scoffed, “I’d never in a million years would I hurt Jack that isn’t how I am.”

“I know that Y/N but it’s just hard to separate Ava from you I guess, turns out Omar wasn’t the only person she was sleeping with she was sleeping around with everyone famous that Jack introduced her to just to see who could give her more.” You felt bad for Jack but at the same time you felt offended and hurt that he’d compare you to Ava.

“Just don’t be upset with him alright, he’d kill me if he found out I told you all of this.” “I won’t tell him Neelam.”

“Are you still coming to the party later? For Ace.” Ace was having a party for the release of his own solo album. “I’ll be there Neelam.” She gave you a little side hug before letting you be.

You sat alone in your thoughts and sighed you really had no idea how you’d convince Jack that you weren’t like Ava but you felt as if you didn’t exactly need to because your heart was always pure and genuine.

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Later that night you decided to head over to Ace’s party alone, Jack had offered to pick you up but you politely declined mainly because you needed some time to clear your head before being in a room with Jack.

Pulling up to the event there wasn’t a lot of cars but there was just enough. Getting out of your car you made your way over towards the entrance, once inside you looked around the room trying to spot or notice Jack.

“Are you looking for something?” A high pitched voice came from behind you. Turning around you were faced to face with a women who was much rather shorter than you. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend is all.” You gave her a smile.

“Jack right? He’s right over there.” She pointed at the direction Jack was at. “Thank you.” She smiled and nodded her head before walking away. All the millions of bodies made it difficult to even walk over to Jack but you were thankful when you finally did.

“Baby! I missed you I wished you would’ve let me pick you up.” Jack pouted and brought you into him. “It’s okay I just needed to clear my mind.” You told him and looked up noticing Neelam sitting across from the two of you. She moved her eyes side to side to try and make you look somewhere, but you weren’t understanding her.

“Look that way.” She mouthed, you looked out into the crowd and saw just a bunch of random people, she sighed and sent you a quick text.

Neelam

- Ava is here.

Your eyes widened. “You okay babe?” Jack looked down at you with a concern look on his face you quickly tossed your phone back into your pocket. “I’m okay yeah let’s just… can I get a drink please.” “What kind?” “A margarita is good.” He smiled and went to go get you a drink. Neelam took this as a opportunity to sit next to you.

“She’s here.” Neelam sat down next to you. “How do you know?” “She was the women that was talking to you.” “Which explains how she knew I was with Jack.”

“Do you think she has some type of motive for being here tonight?” Neelam shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea but keep a close eye on Jack, where did he even go?” Neelam asked.

“He went to get me a drink.” She checked her watch. “It’s been about 20 minutes he never takes this long.” You had an uneasy feeling in your stomach now. “You think he’s with Ava.” “That might be a possibility.”

You got up and made your way over towards the bar and there was no Jack in sight. “Are you okay Miss?” The bartender asked. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend he’s tall, curly hair he kinda raps.” The bartender laughs. “You mean Jack he stepped outside for a second.” You thanked the bartender and made your way outside where you heard someone whispering.

“Do you think you can replace me now Jack?” Ava scoffed. You peaked around the corner seeing Ava and Jack, she had a cigarette in her hand while Jack leaned against the brick wall. “Let’s not act like a victim Ava you fucked me up mentally.” Jack told her. “But that bitch in there she isn’t me she’ll never be me, I’m the one you need to be with.” She defended herself and tossed her cigarette on the floor.

“Look Ava if we’re done here I’m going back inside.” Ava rolled her eyes and looked up and that’s when she noticed you peaking around the corner, a smirk appeared on her lips, just as Jack was about to turn to walk away she pulled him back into him. “Look let’s talk about it I know you can’t fully trust her because of me but maybe you and her just aren’t meant to be if that’s the case, clearly you’re still stuck on me.” She told Jack.

“Yeah in a way you’re right.” Jack said, “I miss you Ava I really fucking do but you were no good for me.” She pouted and ran her fingers across his chest. “Just give us another chance let me prove to you that I’ve changed.” Jack sighed. “I don’t know Ava.”

“Maybe this will change your mind.” She grabbed the back of Jack’s neck and smashed her lips against his lips. The minute he didn’t pull away let you know what you needed to know about him and about everything. You whimpered watching Jack kiss her with so much passion.

He never did love you is what you told yourself as you walked yourself home, he was still so wrapped up in Ava you should’ve known it was never going to be you.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 2 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Ronan Lynch

Uhh fun fact he saw the devil flash his father once, and that's one of the reasons he goes to church on Sundays <3

context for this scene from book 2: ronan is in church with his older brother declan, younger brother matthew, and ghost friend noah "Joseph Kavinsky isn’t someone I want you being around,” Declan added. “Don’t snort. I’m serious.” Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. Declan repeated, “Like, actually dangerous.” Sometimes, Declan seemed to think that being a year older gave him special knowledge of the seedier side of Henrietta. What he meant was, did Ronan know that Kavinsky was a cokehead. In his ear, Noah whispered, “Is crack the same thing as speed?” Ronan didn’t answer. He didn’t think it was a very church-appropriate conversation. “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said. “But you aren’t nearly as bad ass as you think you are.” “Oh, go to hell,” Ronan snapped, just as the altar boys broached the rear doors. “Guys,” Matthew pleaded. “Be holy.”

Gay Catholic streetracing farmer. Consumed by catholic guilt NOT because of the gay thing but because he can Create things in a way he thinks should be only God's business. Will literally roll up to mass on sunday morning still drunk and bloody.

THIS GOTH KID IS LITERALLY GOD. This is a god trapped in the body of a Catholic teen and if he ever stopped feeling Catholic guilt he’d end the world!!. How is your confession every week that you creating a whole new being? Babygirl the God is coming from inside the house

eldritch entity from beyond the mortal plane wants to be a Real Human Boy, becomes a real (ish!) human (ish!) boy, goes to mass every sunday

Gay boy got his crush an apartment above his church so he could have his two favorite things in one place

gay. I'm not caught up the the series but I went through the tag when the latest book came out and I remember seeing a quote that said he worried if his boyfriend would make it to heaven when he dies because of his agnostic tendencies.

Kid is like a dream warlock who creates psychic horrors and never goes to confession because why would he? and he’s gay

There are no words

basically ronan's powers are inherited from his dead father niall and it means he can bring anything from a dream into real life. so he's got this whole crisis about whether he is a living piece of blasphemy because men are not meant to have the powers of gods or whether he literally is god. which is not acceptable to him for a number of reasons but mostly because he hates himself. his love interest's name is adam and adam lives in a small apartment above a church which the book says focuses the objects of his worship neatly into one building. I love them both dearly. also, this entire page makes me feel like I'm going insane. Ronan Lynch believed in heaven and hell. Once, he’d seen the devil. It had been a low, late morning at the Barns when the sun had burned off the mist and then burned off the chill and then burned the edges off the ground until everything shimmered with heat. It never got hot in those protected fields, but that morning, the air sweated with it. Ronan had never seen cattle pant before. All of the cows heaved and stuck their tongues out as they frothed with the heat. His mother sent Ronan to put them in the shade of the cattle barn. Ronan had gone to the searing metal gate, and as he did, he’d glimpsed his father, already in the barn. Four yards away from him had stood a red man. He was not truly red, but the burned orange of a fire ant. And he was not truly a man, because of the horns and the hooves. Ronan remembered the alienness of the creature, how real it had been. Every costume in the world had gotten it wrong; every drawing in every comic book. They’d all forgotten that the devil was an animal. Looking at the red man, Ronan had been struck by the intricacy of the body, how many miraculous pieces moved smoothly in harmony, no different than his own. Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand — the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes — and just as Ronan had opened the gate, his father had shot the thing about thirteen times in the head. With a shake of its horns, the unharmed devil had presented its genitalia to Niall Lynch before bounding off. It was an image that had yet to leave Ronan. And so Ronan became a reverse evangelist. The truth burst and grew inside him, and it was laid upon him to share it with no one. No one was meant to see hell before they get there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

Friar Tuck

If you use the picture of furry friar tuck from the Disney Robin Hood, bless you 🙏

[kitttttchaos]

It’s 5 AM and I just read the “Kavinsky’s substance party scene” for the second time and I have some thoughts

Obviously it’s a key point for Ronan’s character arc because he’s discovering these things that make him happy, and at the moment he thinks that’s this danger of street racing and all the stuff in that world, and he’ll later realize that his relationships with his friends are where real happiness comes from

But reading about Gansey in this scene—

This just made me realize that Gansey’s fatal flaw is pride. He’s the same enneagram (3) as Annabeth, so that makes sense, but you don’t notice it really the first time you read it. It’s hidden, because Gansey KNOWS it’s there. He does so many good things to overcompensate for that pride, which both confuses the people around him and just adds to his focus on people’s perception of him. Pride is at his roots, from his family, from his own success and experience that is so different from everyone else’s. He was born to think that way, and he knows it’s not the right way to think, but he comes back to it when things get deep.

“This was Gansey with a lofty tilt to his chin, a condescending quirk to his mouth. A Gansey that was aware that no matter what went down here tonight, he would still go back to Monmouth Manufacturing and rule his particular corner of the world. This was a Gansey, Ronan realized, that Adam would hate.”

But that’s not to say Gansey’s core is narcissistic. He’s proud, which could mean “proud of”. Proud of his friends, proud of his world, proud of his achievements, proud of all the wonder that he gets to discover. His goal, in a way, is to get away from the selfish pride he was born into, all the while building up more righteous pride, that has synonyms like joy, delight, and satisfaction.

His obsession with wanting to be a better person is so real, and I can’t think of any more to say but I think that’s beautiful

[shovson]

some ppl in the motorsport zone have made a playlist for their ocs so i thought i'd jump in with mines too. tbh it's a wippy but also i kiiiiiinda don't really like long playlists so it's done to me. anyways. posting it here so i can talk about each song in detail

link to the playlist

brutal - olivia rodrigo

the playlist begins with tragedy as adren's own life takes a tragic turn after the death of his brother. with no more close relatives, adren's emotions are...unstable as he navigates the paddock alone.

faster than you - reaubeau, eke

adren has momentum in his car and he shows why he deserves a spot in the grid

gasoline - halsey

to be honest it was either gasoline or drive. but i think this one fits adren better. adren learns the car. something something something.

beck and call - july talk, tanya tagaq

adren and his teammate begin to move between each other but it feels like there's something wrong with the dynamic. and yet they find each other coming back for the other.

'cause im a man - tame impala

adren takes a hateful look at himself. he's sort of unsure about who he is. and thinks he sucks as he can't figure out what the hell anyone wants from him.

chamber of reflection - mac demarco

yeah we're getting into adren's sad boy era as he tries to figure out whether the emotions his teammate shows him privately are real. he lives with the shame of being unwanted in a public space, though he can't do anything about.

bad habit - steve lacy

adren wants to know how his teammate feels. he realizes that his teammate is nothing but a coward. at this point it's manipulative, with his teammate trying to make him stay. adren hates it. and yet he still yearns for him.

blue racecar - sassy 009

unstable relationships around adren as he can't seem to let go because he just wants someone to put in the same effort back!

cage - wyatt smith

despite everything, adren wants to help, knowing that this was one of his brother's strongest traits and he wants to have it too. he would sacrifice himself for his teammate over and over again, even if it means he destroys himself in the process.

trustful hands - the do

adren is surrounded by people who love him. and he knows that. adren lives in spontaneity. and trusts he'll always get back on his feet even after everything.

alive - pearl jam

after a crazy rookie year, adren makes it to his second year with a different outlook. he's still there. he remains resilient.

this feeling - my!lane

tbh this song is included in a lot of car playlists and i like how upbeat it is. it really suits adren a lot!

so many details - toro y moi

managing a relationship remains difficult for adren. there's so much that overwhelms him. the amount of shame his teammate still goes through internally and the mixed messages....adren isn't surprised he leaves. but they're still so intertwined.

babydoll - ari abdul

adren still wants his man sooooooo bad....

find a way - vallas, philsofie

adren begins to believe that he can do this. he's finding the balance. he's got everything he needs. he just needs to push himself closer to what he truly wants.

cure for me - aurora

the playlist ramps up again. adren knows who he is and he's unashamed. each win is nothing to hide. his own queer identity is not worth hiding. he takes pride in himself.

outsider (donald durand remix) - kavinsky, donald durand

for adren, it's still uncertain. he has to keep moving. and everything's building up. the song is instrumental and meant to depict how much adren wants to be champion. he knows it won't be easy and there's still so much going on. but he needs to just push that car to the finish line.

like a rockstar - chase altlantic

this is adren's celebration song. champagne sprays and confetti. the absolute riots, the mechanic screams, everything. he reflects on the journey.

still feel. - half alive

adren's got the energy to keep going!

take me where your heart is - q

still such a painful romantic, adren wants his partner to be just as emotionally vulnerable. and also adren loves. he's just full of unconditional love.

touch the stars - french 79, sarah rebecca

adren is optimistic. both for himself and others. he sees the goals in sight for more bright events. another championship? a stable relationship? healthy grieving? he's just needs to reach for it.

[r1caner]

is this a safe space to admit that I hate Henry Cheng.

like probably more than I've hated any other fictional character that isn't intentionally an antagonist.

FIRST OF ALL. lets just get it out of the way. ill acknowledge im a freak about bluesey so bluechengsey and it's rampantness makes me want to kill myself.

BUT. I just hate that bitch I don't know he feels like a watered down more dickish version of gansey.

Plus the way he was written im not the biggest fan of but its not his fault. I won't hold it against him but it doesn't mean I love him for it either.

idk I feel like he was introduced sort of late and he was so unnecessary.

Plus I just have such a bone to pick that blue actually likes him. her ass isn't going to the next town over with that bitch much less Venezuela. I feel like she was just written to like him because what? he helped her and the group? because hes sort of like gansey?

the thing about gansey and blue is that gansey is the OPPOSITE of what blue would like, and what she THINKS she would like. that's why the transition from her liking Adam to gansey is so significant. Adam is who she's expected to like because hes like her. because its what she thought, too. but gansey has a way of surprising people, sneaking up on them with his goodness.

actually, genuinely liking gansey happens because of the small things that make him him. and it happens pretty slow. she only really finds things she's fond of or interested in about him most of the way through the first book. halfway through the second she's only acknowledging he has a nice mouth and he's one of her raven boys. in the same way that RONAN is (who she is never romantically involved with and only [at least at that point] barely friends with [which makes me upset more Ronan blue scenes!!!!!]) and of course she's starting to harbor romantic feelings for gansey but like. of Course she is. curse and their mutual understanding of wanting to see more and be more and their connections with magic and each other that they're building.

and you expect me to believe Blue starts liking Henry (now I mean this in the way of liking him enough to be friends with him but it can also be interpreted romantically because its even MORE crazy and extreme [IN A BAD WAY] in that sense) after like two times of meeting him and one of those being at a stupid fucking toga party with a bunch of dickheads? Nah. she only went to that and imo only enjoyed herself because of gansey. because that's his effect.

its the things that make gansey gansey that draws blue to him. its his passion about glendower and doing what's right - his whole fucking quest for glendower came to him because he was told it as he was dead/dying/coming back to life, because he felt there was an injustice that his life was given to him while another was unfairly taken. he has this passion that makes him who he is, which is so probably what sets him apart from the freaks at aglionby.

(sidenote - everything about what gansey has experienced makes him the version of himself that he is which is why it's hard to believe he would be the way he is in any other scenario or universe. the things we go through change us, especially when those things include dying and being met with terrifying forces of energy and magic. Helen turned out okay but also she is older than he is and I hate to say it a woman. Not to be a crazy man hater but lets be real I feel like we would all be worse people had we been obscenely rich teenage boys surrounded by the likes of kavinsky and those people. could easily be terrible.)

gansey is imperfect and he fucks up a lot but it's not out of some insistence to be like the other boys he's around. hes just kind of dumb. so intelligent but so dumb. he's rich and he's 70 in a 17 year old body and he's overly friendly and polite and sounds like old money and doesn't really understand anything else. its the way he is and its so GANSEY like there's no other way to describe it. he is gansey and he is so interesting. because of how he hides himself because of how he is a million things at once at how he can not grasp what exactly to do or say but be so understanding because of his kindness because of his passion. that's why blue likes him, that's why basically everybody likes him. and gansey likes everybody, talks to everybody, so he likes and talks to Henry.

but why would the rest of them, ESPECIALLY blue?

Henry is just that watered down, less interesting version of gansey - intelligent but dumb, rich and overly friendly - but without all of the things that make him interesting or good. hes loud and not in a fun way. hes in your face and hes helpful but it doesn't suddenly make him less annoying or more enjoyable to be around. and especially consider the people he surrounds himself with lol. he didn't have a great upbringing (as far as I remember) BUT REMEMBER WHO RAISED ADAM FUCKING PARRISH LIKE BE FOR REAL.

it makes no sense that blue would like him. Like sure hes not a dirtbag like some other raven boys, like kavinsky or anybody. but hes not one of blue's boys.

idk it really irks me when people include him in gangsey OR WORSE replace Noah with him. Grinds my freaking gears. Noah's my guy my boy

but I don't know im in the process of rereading so maybe ill miraculously like him when im reintroduced ( ijbol🤣!).

[threewaywithdelusion]

It Echoes A Spark (Ronsey)

This fic is on AO3, you can find it here. But I just went down a Ronsey rabbit-hole, so I felt like sharing it. This takes place during the Gansey on fire scene.

He was good at dangerous things, both in his sleep and while awake.

“Maybe,” Ronan replied. Gansey was moving away from Kavinsky, towards a tangle of parked cars. They looked like a dark, mechanical forest growing under the floodlights. “I’ll light a candle for your car.”

“You aren’t leaving? Harsh.”

If Gansey was going, Ronan was going. 

He exchanged a few more words, sharp like teeth, with Kavinsky. Then he followed Gansey, snagging an abandoned bottle of vodka along the way.

Gansey did not get inside the BMW as Ronan had expected. Instead, he crossed to the other side of it, the side facing away from Kavinsky and the drugged-out kids at the party. Though they were exposed under the bright floodlights, Ronan felt as if they were hidden. The cars went all around them, a wall between them and the world. Only the music and the smell of weed invaded this sanctuary.

It was just the two of them. The way it had been before Adam. Before Noah. 

Gansey was still on fire. The lights threw sharp shadows across his body. Across one eye, under the sharp line of his jaw. A little puddle of darkness above his collarbone. 

He didn’t look like King Gansey. Neither did he look like the attainable boy from the Dollar City. He looked like a dark god, an ethereal, otherworldly being. He looked dangerous. 

Ronan’s pulse jumped like his heart had stepped on the accelerator. 

While Ronan had been staring, Gansey had been staring back at him. A rush of shame rose in Ronan, but there was no censure in Gansey’s eyes. 

Ronan decided to play with fire. 

He stepped forwards so he was closer to Gansey. Gansey didn’t step away, though there was a foot of space between his back and the door of the BMW. 

Ronan lifted the bottle of vodka to his own lips and took a few deep gulps. It felt like inhaling fire. It felt like being alive. 

He passed the bottle to Gansey. Gansey took it. He tipped his head back, swigging straight from the bottle, his throat moving as he swallowed. 

“We’re different from them,” said Gansey when he pulled the bottle away. “From Kavinsky. We matter.”

Ronan stepped closer. Gansey stepped towards the BMW. 

“Why?” It was a demand. 

“Because we’re more,” said Gansey. “We love. We dream. We want.”

Ronan stepped closer. Gansey stepped back. 

“They want too,” said Ronan. “Speed, drugs, sex.”

“That’s not wanting,” said Gansey. “That’s the absence of want. That’s trying to escape.”

Ronan stepped forwards. Gansey stepped back. Gansey’s spine hit the car door. 

“You don’t ever want to escape?” asked Ronan. 

“Escape what?” asked Gansey. “Henrietta? No.”

“Not fucking Henrietta,” snarled Ronan. “Your head. Your thoughts. Your dreams.”

Gansey was quiet, but not a patient, put-together sort of quiet. It was a dangerous, anticipatory quiet. Like the moment after the fuse had been lit, but before the spark reached the gunpowder. 

He met Ronan’s eyes and his gaze was ablaze. “Yes. All the time.”

Ronan rested a hand against the metal of his car, to the right of Gansey’s head. It felt hot to the touch. 

“What are you running from?” demanded Ronan.

“Death,” said Gansey. “What are you running from?”

He didn’t ask if Ronan was running. He didn’t need to. 

“Myself,” said Ronan. 

Gansey didn’t ask why. He didn’t need to. 

Ronan leaned closer, committing himself to burning. Gansey’s gaze changed. For half a moment as realization crawled across his face, he reverted to normal Gansey. He was dragging himself from the inferno. 

Ronan hated it. He kissed him. 

Gansey hardly hesitated before he kissed back. His lips were soft but demanding. He clearly knew was he was doing, moving in a way that sends sparks down all of Ronan’s extremities. Ronan didn’t know how to kiss, but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t about the kiss. It was about him. It was about Gansey. It was about burning. 

Glass shattered next to them as Gansey dropped the bottle. His hands rose to Ronan’s head, faltering when there was no hair for him to pull. He lowered his hands to the collar of Ronan’s leather jacket, yanking Ronan harder against him. 

Ronan went willingly, the way he always did. Only for Gansey. Always for Gansey.

He bit at Gansey’s lip and Gansey gasped. Then Gansey’s tongue was in Ronan’s mouth and the kiss changed. It became deeper, more nuanced, and all Ronan could do was hang on and try to give as good as he got. 

He loved this Gansey, reckless and powerful and hungry. He loved him fearlessly, the love not dulled by the anger that washed over every other emotion.

This Gansey matched Ronan’s fierce darkness in a way the other one almost never did. For Ronan, it was like looking into a mirror and not hating what gazed back. Gansey was himself made better. Gansey was a twin soul with a different kind of pain. Ronan wore his on his sleeve, while Gansey hid it in his heart. Ronan bared his teeth to scare others away while Gansey smiled wide to pretend he was fine. 

They were burning. 

Ronan had dreamt of Gansey’s mouth. He’d imagined what it might feel like. He’d fantasized about what it might taste like. 

For once, Ronan’s dream were paltry things compared to reality. 

He hadn’t imagined the way Gansey growled into his mouth. He hadn’t imagined Gansey’s hands, soft and firm, pressing into the small of his back. He hadn’t imaged Gansey’s chest, broad and muscled from rowing, against his. 

Ronan pulled his mouth from Gansey’s. Gansey inhaled sharply and before he could react, Ronan trailed his lips down. He kissed along Gansey’s jaw, then down his neck. Gansey’s hands tightened where they held Ronan’s shoulder.

Gansey was a good few inches shorter than Ronan and Ronan had to bent considerably as he trailed kisses lower. He had lost count of how many times his eyes had snagged on the sharp corners of Gansey’s collarbones, and he wanted to taste them. 

Gansey gasped as Ronan tugged the collar of his shirt aside. Ronan traced the outline of his collarbone with his tongue. Gansey let out a soft moan, his body shifting under Ronan. Gansey was coming undone before him, and he felt a surge of something that he was able to do this to Gansey. He wondered if anyone had ever seen Gansey come apart before. 

He wasn’t sure he ever had, before tonight.

He surged back up to Gansey’s mouth, pressing them forcefully together and letting Gansey take control of the kiss. 

This was everything Ronan hadn’t let himself think about. Muscled arms and a chiseled jaw and the musky scent of a boy’s sweat. Dick. Dick Gansey III. A hand cupping Ronan’s cheekbone, the skin soft and too smooth, having never seen a day of manual labor. 

This was almost everything Ronan hadn’t let himself think about. 

Ronan backed away from the kiss, raising his chin defiantly. Ronan had just given Gansey one of his biggest secrets and he was burning. Depending on what happened next, he could be turned into bitter ash. 

Gansey straightened from the car, slowly sliding pieces of regular Gansey into place. It was like watching origami fold, little corners disappearing until the end result looked nothing like the original paper. Secrets tucking into hidden pockets. 

Gansey, put-together and scholarly, met Ronan’s eyes. “You’re not like Kavinsky.”

“I am,” said Ronan. Dreams and kisses and the speedometer in his veins. 

“You may appear alike on the surface, but you’re different underneath.” 

The exact opposite of him and Gansey, the rebel and the scholar united by magic.

“What makes me and K so different?” sneered Ronan. “Am I knock-off brand of fucked up? The kind even Parrish could afford at the Dollar City?”

“No,” said Gansey. “You have a good heart.”

Ronan scoffed, looking away. In the distance, shadows flickered among the trees. He could tell there was a fire, but not what it consumed. Not if the fire was forging something or melting it apart.

“Ronan,” said Gansey sharply. 

Ronan faced him again. 

“You have a good heart,” Gansey repeated. 

The fire in Ronan swelled and settled. He didn’t turn to ash. He didn’t become an inferno that scorched everyone around him. He didn’t burn and burn and burn.

Gansey knew. And everything was alright.

Ronan stepped around Gansey, unlocking the BMW and sliding smoothly into the driver’s seat. It took mere seconds for Gansey to walk around the car, but those few heartbeats gave Ronan a chance to look out the window, beyond the small bubble of solitude they had created for themselves. 

K was visible in the distance, leaning against a car and laughing, Prokopenko and a huddle of girls beside him. Kavinsky felt distant, all of a sudden. Nowhere near as real as he’d felt earlier tonight. Nowhere near as tempting. 

Gansey cut into Ronan’s line of vision as he got into passenger seat. Gansey was real, but he was also less tempting than he’d been. 

The almost-right part. 

“If you tell Parrish about this,” Ronan began. 

“I won’t,” said Gansey seriously. 

“If you tell Parrish, I will sick Chainsaw on the Pig until it’s covered in shit,” Ronan threatened. 

“Ronan, I wouldn’t.”

Gansey met Ronan’s eyes, a mirror that saw too much. 

Ronan scowled, turning away and starting the engine. He waited until he was sure Gansey was looking away, watching the explosions in the distance, then let a small smile play over his lips. 

A tiny flicker, a safe fire. But it wouldn’t go out. 

[prettylittlec0kehead]

Heyyy!! Just a short prokoxkavinsky oneshot!! Hope you guys enjoy!

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!! Mature content, if your not comfortable with this kind of content consider checking out some of my sfw fics !!

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Proko was the first to join the pack, K's crown jewl, he was untouchable. K had picked him out, chose him, knew it was written in the stars before he'd even spoken his first word to proko.

The first time they had fucked it was euphoric, they were 15, and although they had stuck around each other since 14. Both really only realized what the stars had actually written until they were 15.

It was a hot summer night, they were high as kites in K's suburban mansion. It was hazy, and hot, K endearingly recalls their clumsy Virgin hands fumbling all over each other, trying to impress one another. K wished he wasn't high for it because he always had trouble recalling the details.

The second time was in K's home theater, so young, draped over the theater couches. K realized that day, that they were both still trying to test the waters. Figure out what each other liked. Proko was the type who wanted to talk about it, ask questions, but it made K too uncomfortable. He had too many learned and hateful habits to talk about fucking with his bestfriend. He was a hands on learner. And fuck, did he learn. K had figured out that Proko had a huge pain boner 24/7 pretty quick. He vaguely remembered finding out. It was barely a surprise. Proko always had a bratty attitude.

Now it was the third time they would fuck. They were both clumsy and shy, but becoming confident. Kavinsky brushed Prokos hair out of his eyes, as Proko kissed his neck idly. He broke apart to work on the desperate mission to rid them of their clothing.

He finally worked K out of his boxers, the final peice. They kissed roughly grinding lazily on each other. Proko grunted softly. The thing K was starting to notice, was that proko seemed almost embarrassed. Even though he didn't exactly remember much of his first time, he remembered the second time, and maybe it wasn't that odd that Proko wasn't moaning like a bitch in heat, considering K was bottoming. But still, Proko seemed keen on not making any noise, staying silent, happier to egg K on.

K wanted to test this theory. He softly shoved Proko onto his back, K's bed creaking softly as he fell with a little oof.

Proko looked at him with a smirk, raising a brow at him, K's hands beginning to explore his body, his lips kissing down prokos torso. While K was scrawny in a way you could only acheive by taking your first hit at 14, barely frequent meals, and little sleep. Proko was toned in a way you could only achieve by hours in the weight room and on the ice. It never failed to dazzle K.

K's hands settled on Prokos thighs as his head bowed to lick a clean strip up Prokos cock. His eyes flickering up to his face, watching as proko covered his mouth with the back of his hand, breath labored. Interesting. K sat up on his bed to grab the lube from his nightstand. Lubing up his fingers he smirked at Proko as he watched him keenly. " Roll over, ass up" K demanded, and Proko was quick to obey. K was already painfully hard with how proko was looking, the arch of his ass was pointed, arms above his turned head, doing his best to turn to catch a glimpse of K working. K smiled impishly at him before smacking his ass, using his hand to tease lightly at prokos hole. Proko shivered as K pushed two fingers in, something hinging on a squeak escaped his mouth.

Scissoring his fingers, K began to stretch him, working on him to make for easier access. K added a third, and watched as Proko sealed his hand over his mouth. His eyebrows holding a knit between them as he pinched them up. His eyes looked almost black as the already dark brown was overcame by black blooming pupils.

After plenty prep, K pulled his fingers out, prokos face fained slight disappointment as he did so. K Held his dick in his hand as he grabbed his phone to snap a pic of Proko like this. If anyone ever went through his phone the majority of his gigabytes were used up on shitty music and shittier nudes of Proko. He always felt the need to save every one of them, almost as if one day he would run out.

K tossed his phone and smacked Prokos ass before gently pushing his dick in. As he bottomed out, he stilled for a second, letting proko adjust to it. It was almost painful how tight Proko was, he always was. At the same time he was so easy, even though he was inexperienced, Proko always seemed so confident and cocky when it came to fucking. K knew the truth though, Proko just needed a little encouragement.

After a few moments, K slowly started to set a brutal pace. Proko gasped and whined, sounding like a high production pornstar, so young and high on life. His arms squirmed and awkwardly wiggled around, moving down by his back, K Held them together as his other hand pushed the side of Prokos face into the mattress. Making him inable to cover his mouth in a poor attempt to stem the moans. K wanted to hear him, wanted to hear exactly what he did to him, the unmaking of Ilya Prokopenko.

Proko felt this and tried to move his face fully into the mattress, K moved his hand from where it was throned, and yanked him by his hair. " No, let me hear you. I want to hear it Proko " K groaned, his voice broken. K began to hit harder, pulling out slowly before pounding proko where he lived. Proko rasped out, as broken sounding as K. Used, filthy, a slut, but he was K's slut, and it made him royalty.

" Louder, let me hear you bitch. " Proko held it until he couldn't, then K heard it. A noise so unmistakably pornagraphic it made even K go red in the cheeks, his shoulders and chest following suit. Prokos moan was all the hours of cheap porno K had ever seen. Every moan of every girl he fingered, in the back of every car, in every jersey driveway. It was heavenly, it was sinful, and K wanted to hear it every second of his life.

Proko continued to moan, it was boyish and nervous, and K couldn't get enough. It made him instantly close, his moaning matching Prokos. " Fuck baby, I'- Fuck" Proko just nodded quickly, agreeing. His eyes squeezed shut, making him look so young and dumb.

Proko was the first to cum, K hoped the whole neighborhood of rich aglionby brats could hear him, letting them all know that Proko was his. Proko gasped as he came, a sound straight from cloud9. He breathed heavily, rasping out for air, and beginning to twitch from overstimulation as K came up on his climax too. K squeezed Prokos hair, groaning as he came, before slowing down to a stop. His breaths matched Prokos as he pulled out slowly, Proko gasping at the feeling of his exit. He let go of his scalp and awkwardly pushed Proko over on his side, lying down next to him to just lay and hold him.

His arm doing a lazy job of tracing the small tattoo on Prokos wrist. A sloppy stick and poke job that simply stated K. K's heart always tripped when he saw it, I'm yours, he remembers Proko saying it the first month they met.

K was a boy who had everything, and still he had nothing. He had a mother and father but lacked a mom and dad. He had a house but never had a home. But now, them laying here, evidence that once all K had were girlfriends, buddies. But now he had everything, he had Proko. His bestfriend, his lover.

His world, his family.

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[mychemicalrachel]

I've been trying to bully myself into writing (writer's block is a bitch but so am I) and I finally started the next chapter of Dizzy!

All he had to do was wait until Macon could handle the situation.

God, Kavinsky hated waiting. Sitting around on his hands, hoping someone else would be able to make sense of the clusterfuck he’d created. And really, what was there to do but wait? Wait for the thing with Bailey to blow over or blow up in his face. Wait for Macon to fix this. Wait for decisions to be made for him, for his mess to be cleaned up, for the rest of his life to be planned out for him.

He didn’t want to be here and he didn’t want to leave the safety of his bedroom. He didn’t want to see his friends but he didn’t want to be alone.

The PopTarts he’d had at Macon’s were mixing uncomfortably with the coffee in his stomach, baking in the steam of the shower.

Macon hadn’t given him a timeline for this so waiting was indefinite. Things probably could have moved along more swiftly if Kavinsky had given him a last name to go on. Maybe when all this shit was over, he would start his own little black book, collecting contact info from his various hookups to make negotiating future abortions easier for everyone involved.

Kavinsky hardly had enough time to stumble out of the shower before he was doubling over the toilet bowl, throwing up the meager breakfast he couldn’t keep down any longer.

This was a fucking joke. It had to be a joke because if Kavinsky thought of it in any serious capacity, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He couldn’t think about the fact that he had gotten a girl pregnant– was she the first? How many other illegitimate offsprings did he have out there? Bailey had come forward, but how many other girls never had? How many were just lurking in the dark, waiting to pounce?

He couldn’t think about the technicalities of it all– if Macon’s plan went off without a hitch, Dimo Kavinsky would sign a check and Bailey would be shuttled off to the nearest clinic. The rest of her life would be forever affected by one mistake and Kavinsky… he was just expected to move on like it hadn’t affected him, too.

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

Fic Writer Interview 💕

tagged by @1425fivefive, @formulaoceanthank, and @formula-fun PLEASE KNOW i love you all DEARLY.

SORRY THIS TOOK ME AN ACTUAL ETERNITY TO POST??? I DIDN"T REALIZE I"D SAVED IT AS A DRAFT INSTEAD OF PUBLISHING IT?!?!?

How many works do you have on AO3?

Tragically, only 4

What's your total AO3 word count?

28,112 - I've only started publishing fic this year do not even come for me *sob emoji*

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Telling Me I Gotta Behave Now (362)

We Can Do This Shit Forever if it's Lust, Yeah (176)

What's a God to a Non-Believer (156)

I'm so Lonely and You're the Only One Who Knows Me (113)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes, yes. I'm still not used to like...people reading or perceiving my work so it can be like...weird and wild and uncomfortable for me to reply to comments because I'm hiding my face behind my hands being like "oh my god you liked my writing?!?!"

I'm working on replying to comments more, but I have the attention span of a gnat and sometimes I forget I even have fics out on the internet. Also once again, being perceived is IN FACT terrible.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

What's a God to a Non-Believer probably? It's not like super angsty but it definitely ends with Charles feeling some type of way (negative), with an implication that Oscar and Lando are going to get in a bit of an argument at the end.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I'm So Lonely, probably. It's not done yet, but it's just Lando and Oscar being incredibly sweet with each other, and trying to figure their shit out. I do have ACTUAL fics that will have like established happy endings as well.

Do you write crossovers?

No, but I do write AU's

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope. People have definitely like...misunderstood parts of what I've written, but never any hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do write smut, despite the fact that sometimes writing smut is like having my fingernails pulled out because GOOD LORD it's a lot of effort sometimes.

As for what kind of smut I write? Idk I kinda have really only written a lot of relatively rancid smut because like...why not. There's just something to be said for being the worst of yourself and also the best of yourself and figuring all of that out with someone. It's very clear if you read anything of mine that I do love fucking around with power dynamics a bit (a lot), and i absolutely have a freak4freak agenda.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My friend and I are co-writing a novel (kind of....I don't write anything ever)

What's your all-time favorite ship?

AMELIA why do we have one of the same favourite all-time ships. Veronica and Logan are like...yeah.

But also Ronan/Adam/Kavinsky from The Raven Cycle, or Ronan/Gansey from The Raven Cycle in the past as well.

Now it's probably Lestappen and Landoscar as far as F1 RPF goes

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

UHHHHHHH unfortunately probably the Charlos Divorce Fic mainly because I cannot currently stand to look at Carlos' face right now. Also possibly my weird non-traditional a/b/o Charlos fic again for both similar reasons, and because it came together in a stroke of insanity and I haven't had inspiration since I had to go through the race calendar for the duration of time that they've been teammates to try and figure some stuff out.

What are your writing strengths?

Writing yearning and longing, I think. I find something so incredibly satisfying in writing this like aching longing for someone or something that you might not be able to have, or you can't have for a while. Addressing all those internal feelings that ache deep down.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. LORD HELP ME sometimes I feel like I don't know how to write a single sentence of dialogue because like...how do people talk to each other?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't really speak any other languages aside from INCREDIBLY basic Canadian french, so I generally try to keep it to like....nicknames or simple phrases so I don't like...embarrass myself.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

F1 RPF? There might be something shoved somewhere far back in the recesses of fanfiction.net about The Mortal Instruments but like.....I wrote one chapter of a fic and never revisited it.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

UHHHHHHH none?

If I went back and re-read the entirety of The Raven Cycle again, I'd probably consider writing something in that universe, but that's a lot of effort.

If I went with ships, I mean...I can't really say I haven't written for certain ships, I just haven't published anything with those ships yet, because I've been struggling with not being able to finish things disease.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

HONESTLY.....I was reading "We Can do This Shit Forever if it's Lust, Yeah" yesterday and like....it's PROBABLY the best piece of writing I have published right now. I do love the threesome fic...IN fact I love the threesome fic dearly but I have trouble looking it in the eye.

Low pressure tagging: @carbonmono,@thelettersfromnoone, @verstappentime, and anyone else who wants to participate. There are some people i'd love to tag but also IT MAKES ME ANXIOUS.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

❤️🧡💚💖 trc

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

— Because I’ve been in the fandom a really long time but phased in and out in terms of how active I was in it/how much I payed active attention to fanon I think pretty much each of the core four has gotten the brunt of this at some point. I’m going to hesitantly say Adam just because I think fandom flip flops between extremes when interpreting him the most. Blue and Gansey are definitely both candidates too given that at different times “Blue is a horrible misogynist” and “Gansey is an abusive friend” have been not unpopular fandom takes 💀.

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

— interpretations of the Adam accepting money for the rent from Ronan when he wouldn’t from Gansey as like, because Adam cares about Ronan more / because Ronan was inherently cleverer about how he offered help. I’ve reblogged a couple metas about it I Do agree with this is probably the best to me: https://www.tumblr.com/nimmieamee/140043652516/hi-just-wanted-to-say-your-adam-parrish-meta-is?source=share

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

for Blue, I think people over inflate her “judgmental” streak it’s definitely a flaw she has but not to nearly the extent it’s portrayed as a lot of the time. Blue is one of the most empathetic characters (I keep thinking about that factoid I told you about where in earlier drafts Blue had literal empath powers.. the mirroring is adjacent to that concept still but it’s so a story avenue I’d love to see explored sometime I have some ideas for how I would write it although idk if I’ll get around), once those initial judgements are challenged she’s very quick to start altering her perceptions, not 100% perfectly (she’s a teenager with feelings) but she does try constantly.

for Adam, I’ve talked about this recently but I think he’s often made more cool, collected and perfectly logical in fanon as opposed to canon. Obviously he’s cerebral and a logical thinker, but he values and strives for that perfect cold logic ideal but he is honestly Such an emotional mess throughout trc. He tries so hard to deal with his emotions logically and fails extraordinarily badly and it’s fascinating to watch, so fanon that has him be a lot more sterile and perfect re: emotional control lose a lot of what’s interesting to me about his character.

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series? — I think ultimately the fact I’m p neutral on Kavinsky and Rovinsky counts as quite unpopular, since generally fans are in the camp of either firm hate or firm love and I’m niether + historically am bored by most of that discourse through the years for reasons we’ve discussed previously. I love plenty of chars and dynamics who fit a similar vein to him/them so I roll my eyes at most morality panic about it, but also the Dream pack standom back in the day was deeply insufferable and killed potential for interest.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Ronan Lynch

Uhh fun fact he saw the devil flash his father once, and that's one of the reasons he goes to church on Sundays <3

context for this scene from book 2: ronan is in church with his older brother declan, younger brother matthew, and ghost friend noah "Joseph Kavinsky isn’t someone I want you being around,” Declan added. “Don’t snort. I’m serious.” Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. Declan repeated, “Like, actually dangerous.” Sometimes, Declan seemed to think that being a year older gave him special knowledge of the seedier side of Henrietta. What he meant was, did Ronan know that Kavinsky was a cokehead. In his ear, Noah whispered, “Is crack the same thing as speed?” Ronan didn’t answer. He didn’t think it was a very church-appropriate conversation. “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said. “But you aren’t nearly as bad ass as you think you are.” “Oh, go to hell,” Ronan snapped, just as the altar boys broached the rear doors. “Guys,” Matthew pleaded. “Be holy.”

Gay Catholic streetracing farmer. Consumed by catholic guilt NOT because of the gay thing but because he can Create things in a way he thinks should be only God's business. Will literally roll up to mass on sunday morning still drunk and bloody.

THIS GOTH KID IS LITERALLY GOD. This is a god trapped in the body of a Catholic teen and if he ever stopped feeling Catholic guilt he’d end the world!!. How is your confession every week that you creating a whole new being? Babygirl the God is coming from inside the house

eldritch entity from beyond the mortal plane wants to be a Real Human Boy, becomes a real (ish!) human (ish!) boy, goes to mass every sunday

Gay boy got his crush an apartment above his church so he could have his two favorite things in one place

gay. I'm not caught up the the series but I went through the tag when the latest book came out and I remember seeing a quote that said he worried if his boyfriend would make it to heaven when he dies because of his agnostic tendencies.

Kid is like a dream warlock who creates psychic horrors and never goes to confession because why would he? and he’s gay

There are no words

basically ronan's powers are inherited from his dead father niall and it means he can bring anything from a dream into real life. so he's got this whole crisis about whether he is a living piece of blasphemy because men are not meant to have the powers of gods or whether he literally is god. which is not acceptable to him for a number of reasons but mostly because he hates himself. his love interest's name is adam and adam lives in a small apartment above a church which the book says focuses the objects of his worship neatly into one building. I love them both dearly. also, this entire page makes me feel like I'm going insane. Ronan Lynch believed in heaven and hell. Once, he’d seen the devil. It had been a low, late morning at the Barns when the sun had burned off the mist and then burned off the chill and then burned the edges off the ground until everything shimmered with heat. It never got hot in those protected fields, but that morning, the air sweated with it. Ronan had never seen cattle pant before. All of the cows heaved and stuck their tongues out as they frothed with the heat. His mother sent Ronan to put them in the shade of the cattle barn. Ronan had gone to the searing metal gate, and as he did, he’d glimpsed his father, already in the barn. Four yards away from him had stood a red man. He was not truly red, but the burned orange of a fire ant. And he was not truly a man, because of the horns and the hooves. Ronan remembered the alienness of the creature, how real it had been. Every costume in the world had gotten it wrong; every drawing in every comic book. They’d all forgotten that the devil was an animal. Looking at the red man, Ronan had been struck by the intricacy of the body, how many miraculous pieces moved smoothly in harmony, no different than his own. Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand — the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes — and just as Ronan had opened the gate, his father had shot the thing about thirteen times in the head. With a shake of its horns, the unharmed devil had presented its genitalia to Niall Lynch before bounding off. It was an image that had yet to leave Ronan. And so Ronan became a reverse evangelist. The truth burst and grew inside him, and it was laid upon him to share it with no one. No one was meant to see hell before they get there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

Temenos

so his whole thing is he's an inquisitor who is just fundamentally bad at being a priest on account of he does things like forgetting scripture and not being able to help but doubt the institution which gets everyone hes ever cared about killed. he's gay. he says shit like "careful, i bite". he's in yuri with a holy knight. he's one of my favorite characters and i want to beat him over the head with a cast iron skillet

fucked up gay little cleric who was supposed to grapple with the fact that the institution he serves is corrupt except he has been in doubt from the very beginning and very clearly doesnt put much stock in the scripture hes made it his lifes work to preach. hes kinda a freak with it. every line he speaks is said with the cadence of a gay guy checking under his nails while ignoring you as he talks. i have to hit him with mallets and shatter him into pieces.

This man is the world's worst clergyman. He's a high ranking member of the holy inquisition, but nobody respects him and he mostly just uses his position to investigate random murders for fun. He regularly forgets how the bible goes and little kids have to correct him on how the plot goes of the jrpg equivalent of jesus's resurrection. He has a holy knight for a boyfriend. He tortures people for information any other character can just ask for. His best friend out of the rest of the main 8 is an assassin and gang member. He tries to get people to commit crimes with him. His story is about uprooting the corruption in his church and killing high ranking church members and also Literal Fucking Jrpg satan. He regularly blasphemes and everyone around him looks in horror as he shouts at god and encourages people to become atheists. His catchphrase is "doubt is what I do." He is still somehow the most devout character in the entire game despite being a total fuck up of a cleric who does not deserve to be here whatsoever. Pls let him win it'd be SO FUNNY

Hes genuinely just the funniest guy. Very little about his story has to do with the faith but like. He routinely roasts the entire pantheon of in-universe gods. He beats people up (metaphorically of course) as one of his main game mechanics. He got stamped as the resident gayboy SO fast. His starliner definitely has higher intelligence than wisdom even though clerics use wisdom. Every chapter he appears in he solves a mystery by zoning out so hard his god blesses him with extremely vivid hallucinations. He's so deeply fucking traumatized. One of his battle skills is fully just beating his enemies up with his staff. He ends up defunding the police. He can very casually become a thermonuclear bomb but in a very holy way. His best friend is a 23-year-old assassin that exclusively calls him "Detective". Is he Catholic (ish)? Yeah, but he certainly doesn't always act like it.

He constantly commits heresy and doubts the gods but is still the not-Pope's right hand man

Listen, imagine you'd go to church and your priest gets roasted by kids for forgetting how the bible goes. That's him, canonically even. He's like if a redditor who wants to be a detective was cosplaying as a holy man. He's someone whose whole thing is doubting the gods and the church, to the point where he makes another person question his faith too, even though he is technically The holy man. He's absolutely unhinged and gay. He's 30 years old and absolutely does not look like it. He's traumatized, and cannot be sincere and honest about his feelings even once. He should go to therapy actually. Like desperately. For his sake and everyone around him.

he is from the faith but he doubts everything around him to find the truth through it........ also i'd like to see him torment the crotchety priest i had to do a face-to-face confession with in high school. it'd be funny.

FATHER BROWN BUT MAKE HIM GAY AND PLAGUED BY TRUST ISSUES. This man will forget his own sermons, beat people up for infos and, at the same time, gets to be the fantasy equivalent of a youth pastor. He somehow manages to be the most unhinged person in a party that includes a vengeful math professor who can and WILL mug people. He might not be the most devout Catholic of them all, but he is definitely the *funniest* one. Give it up for the world's shittiest priest!

i’m gonna be honest temenos is a TERRIBLE catholic but he’s funny and i love him. he also has a weird gay thing going on with a paladin it’s great.

[goboymusic]

My favorite #BlackMirror episode is “Hated in the Nation.” Many Black Mirror episodes have blown my mind, but that one especially captured my imagination. “Crocodile” might be in 2nd place.

I make songs like this to freak out my relatives.

On a serious note, there’s a reason film / tv studios spend tens of millions on projects like #Mindhunter (Netflix series). We’ll pay to watch it.

#TedBundy is probably the most famous serial killer in America, maybe because he’s been the easiest to market over the past few decades (charismatic, talkative, lots of video footage and interview material). That said, he could be viewed as the tip of the iceberg. Dig deep enough and you’ll stumble upon characters like Dean Corll and Luis Garavito. Characters and crime sprees that are so gruesome, studios wouldn’t dare waste money trying to market them.

The Dean Corll case particularly shook me. Since learning about it, I’ve woken up dozens of times in the middle of the night over anxiety around that case. It shook me so much that I decided to write a song about it, “Dean Corll (Song 105).”

This is GoBoy’s SUPER minimalistic phase. Some will be turned off by the simplicity of GoBoy 4 songs.

Having so few vocals / lyrics resulted in the song being completed in just a few days. Songs that take that short of an amount of time to complete leave me with little to reflect upon for storytelling, whereas songs that take an entire month to complete give me much to say. Hell, you can binge multiple tv series, get shitfaced multiple times, solve multiple complex problems at work, travel around the country and experience loads of human drama over the course of one month. For “Killer Next Door,” there’s not much to say (excerpts from post 64).

“Nightcall” by Kavinsky teaches us that the verses of a song can be identical (essentially copied and pasted) and people won’t notice as long as they’re spaced far enough apart and the song is catchy enough. It took about 10 or so streams of “Nightcall” before I realized that the verses are identical. This idea of having identical verses (with maybe a tiny bit of variation) would be utilized for this song and others on GoBoy 4, 6 and 7, the most recent being “Don’t (Song 121)” (excerpts from post 56).

After dabbling in bubblegum pop for the 2nd half of GoBoy 3, my original plan was to focus on lyrically driven content for GoBoy 4. The release of ”Everything Will Be Okay (Song 69)” changed my mind, as the focus on dark lyrics impacted my mental state for months afterwards. Focusing on the dark elements of your own life for long enough can turn you into a neurotic mess (the original song “Everything Will Be Okay” had a 3rd verse the delved darker). My focus would shift to bubblegum pop from that point forward, which would impact this song. Music would be made for enjoyment and catchiness, not necessarily for conveying a message. I don’t regret this shift in focus… yet (excerpts from post 60).

In April, 2021, almost all of GoBoy 3, 4 and 5‘s songs were restructured to be under 3 minutes (preferably under 2m 30s), including this song. In an attempt to increase replay value in this streaming era, most of GoBoy’s songs are now purposely around 2m 20s (excerpts from post 38).

A bass boost was added to songs 37-99 in Nov, 2021, while I was stuck at home with covid. As a result, this song feels more powerful. The bass boost isn’t a simple plugin nonchalantly added to each song. It’s a process that took about 3.5 hours per song, or one whole month to complete all songs. Admittedly, I pushed the bass boost a little too far for some of them. The bass in some songs sounds like a freaking earthquake (unnecessarily pronounced low frequencies 20 - 50 Hz). Might dial that back someday. The bass boost was also applied to every song on GoBoy 6 and beyond (excerpt from post 37).

[sunbratz]

maybe its bc i am a villain lover but i will never forgive people for shaming ppl who like villains so hard that it causes the entire conversations around those villains outside of fiction to be toxic to the point that it completely kills the character

[sunnysunoo]

Love Letters ; Sim Jake

Pairing: Jake X Reader

warnings: explicit language and cursing

word count: 3k words

genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao

Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.

You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?

note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3

P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up

tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )

Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.

We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,

Moon

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"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.

You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."

"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.

"You’re probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.

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You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?

Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.

"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.

"So, you like Jake?"

You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.

"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.

Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."

“Haha...no you don’t,” You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.”

“You don’t know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not even trying. Just give up and admit it,” Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole time—how can Jake not see it?

With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. “Fine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?”

The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. “I knew it.”

“Congratulations,” It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.

“But seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?” You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.

“I started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot who’s birthday that was.” You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.

“He saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.” You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. “It was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.”

Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but he’s one the most caring and kind people you’ve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.

Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?

No, he can’t be...right?

Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.

Yeah, maybe it's because of that.

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Dear Jake,

I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.

It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.

How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)

Love,

Moon

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"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"

"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.

"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"

Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.

Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.

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"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.

"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."

"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."

Well, shit.

Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.

"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.

'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.

Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.

"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.

How we're you going to give him the letter now?

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"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.

"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.

As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?

The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.

"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.

"Something on your mind?"

"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.

As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."

You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."

"Very funny." He scoffed.

As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.

Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.

"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.

If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.

"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.

"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.

You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.

"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.

You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.

"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."

Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?

"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.

Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.

You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."

You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.

As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.

"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."

You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.

"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.

He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"

"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.

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HERE’S A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(

"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.

Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.

[loth-wolffe]

(not me making this awful cover but i wanted this to have one lmao. i do not own the picture i used, so credits to whomever made this lovely pic)

So first of all, I just wanted to say thank you so much for the 100 followers LIKE?????? where did thAT come from I just- you guys are sO AMAZING !!! I am beyond grateful for all of your support and your kindness and I'm so happy interact with you pretty people.

I really don't have any rules, nor characters I don't wanna write of that I can think of as in right now. (please if state if u want it to be nsfw bc my first instinct is write sfw stuff)

ANd, as a thank you, I made this super duper fantastic song lyric prompt list that you can choose from (you can absolutely send in a lyric that isn't in the list if you want) and just send me a sw character and we'll see how that goes!

SO HERE IT IS:

Song lyric prompt list

• already requested, but you can ask for them again!

1. I don't need anything fancy, I just need me and you slow dancing. - Slow dancing by Aly and AJ.

2. I've been trying hard not to talk to you/act a fool. - Sunflower vol. 6 by Harry Styles

3. Say it's been long six months, and you were too afraid to tell her what you want. - How you get the girl by Taylor Swift

4. And if you have a minute, why don't we go? Talk about it, somewhere only we know. - Somewhere only we know by Keane

5. To the strand, a picnic planned, for you and me. - From Eden by Hozier

6. Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say. - Yesterday by The Beatles

7. I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you. - Fallingforyou by the 1975

8. Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone, in a day or two. - Take on me by a-ha

9. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do. - Like real people do by Hozier

10. You wanna say no, no, it ain't gonna work, but then you fumble your words, oh you're running out of reasons. - Running out of reasons by The Wanted

11. You love me, but you don't know it yet. - Happy accidents by Saint Motel

12. I don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay. - Level of concern by twenty one pilots

13. You know I talk too much, honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up. - Talk too much by COIN.

14. I know that you're scared because hearts get broken. - Golden by Harry Styles

15. I try and try to erase you, but you won't disappear - Everywhere by Niall Horan

16. I heard you ask about me through a friend, my adrenaline kicked in, because I've been asking 'bout you too - Nervous by Shawn Mendes

17. Every time I'm leavin' you, you don't make it easy. - Sunflower by Post Malone and Swae Lee.

18. I wish that I could believe, that there's a day you'll come back to me, but still have to say, I'd do it all again. - Just want you to know by Backstreet Boys

19. Well, tell me do you hate me or do you wanna date me? - Van Horn by Saint Motel

20. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain. - Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift

21. I know I would rather be together alone, in a big top circle and a world we can call our own. - All our own by Radio Company

22. Every time I find the words to end it, something in your eyes won't let it. - Shandi by KISS

23. Just dance in my living room, love with an attitude, drunk to an 80's groove - Only human by Jonas Brothers

24. I spend all my time, waiting all night for you. - No going back by Yuno

25. I need to know, if this is mutual, before I go. - Mutual by Shawn Mendes

26. I will sing to your every day, if it will take away your pain - Miss missing you by Fall out Boy

27. If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you. - If I could fly by One Direction

28. When you rise in the morning sun, I feel your touch in the pouring rain, and the moment that you wander far from me, I wanna feel you in my arms again. - How deep is your love by Bee Gees

29. If I wake, I'll move closer without waking you, sleeper, sleeper, what's been tiring you. - Rise by Helena Deland

30. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. - Drive by Halsey

31. I never sat by the shore, under the sun with my feet in the sand, but you brought me here. - Malibu by Miley Cyrus

32. With a sunset and a moonrise not so far behind, to give us enough light, to lay down underneath the stars. - Constellations by Jack Johnson

33. Dancing through our house with the ghost of you. - Ghost of you by 5sos

34. And we all sit around the fire, we feel a little warmer now. - Woods by Hollow Coves

35. Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe. - Put your head on my shoulder by Paul Anka

36. If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?- Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

37. Baby just came back around, said she needs time to explore, said I can’t love her no more - Baby came home by The Neighborhood

38. When I kissed you I meant it. / I wanna be more than a friend. - Do it again by Pia Mia

39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean

40. If you're awake then I am too. If you're lost then I'll find you. If you're hurt then I'll fix you. - It's U by Cavetown

41. They don't know about the things we do, they don't know about the I love you's. - They don't know about us by One Direction

42. Can I kiss you or not? / Are you still mad at me? I'm hoping not. - Like to be you by Shawn Mendes and Julia Michaels

43. Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time. - It's been a long, long time by Harry James

44. Kiss me hard before you go. - Summertime sadness by Lana del Rey

45. You said you'd meet me out there tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. - Tomorrow never came by Lana del Rey ft. Sean Ono Lennon

46. How can I miss you so much when you're right here? - Miss you so much by Miley Cyrus

47. The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine. - Cherry wine by Hozier

48. No need to say goodbye, you'll come back, when it's over. - The Call by Regina Spektor.

49. Common sense tells me kiss the girl goodbye / I think I love you - Common sense by Joshua Bassett

50. If I could tell her how she's everything to me, but we are a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start - If I could tell her by Ben Platt ft Laura Dreyfruss

51. I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel - Nightcall by Kavinsky

52. We went for a drive, at 2:30 in the morning. I kissed you, it was pouring. - Remember that night? by Sara Kays

53. Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, don't wanna give you all my demons, you'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away, but tonight I'll need you to stay - The run and go by twenty one pilots