Lofi Beats To Study (dead Welsh Kings) To But Instead Of Lofi Girl Its A Hardworking But Wistful Gansey

I can imagine Gansey in the future gets a job as a professor of ancient Welsh history at some small prestigious school and starts teaching about Glendower but has to leave so much out.

“-then, Glendower’s corpse was found some years ago and left to the hands of the proper historical authorities.”

“Who found it professor?”

“Well, about that actually-“

Or being interviewed for some scholarly journal about him ACTUALLY discovering Glendowers tomb

“So, Mr.Gansey, how did you know where to find Glendower?”

And he’s mentally freaking out because obviously he can’t say the magic birds and the magic sentient forest his eldritch dream god bestie created led him there in the middle of the night.

So he’s all like “Years of research. I also followed the ley lines and asked a few psychics. And performed a few rituals.”

But apparently that’s also not a good answer because the interviewer looks personally offended.

I don’t know I just really like the idea of Normal Guy Gansey being forced to act like his life isn’t insane and magical. And him pretending to not have died twice, because I know for a FACT that changed him in ways. He’s just slightly more unsettling now. I think I need a whole different post about him coming back to life the second time actually.

thinking about adam parrish as "adam" parrish, the first man- not able to rely on anyone else, needing to do everything for himself. the constant fear hanging over his head of returning to the (henrietta) dust from which he was made, of never outgrowing his upbringing.

blue sargent, whose name immediately evokes strangeness- and ronan lynch, whose name immediately evokes violence.

noah czerny, who is known by his first and last names independently - acknowledged only for his self (gangsey), or only for his family's wealth (whelk). either way, always fragmented and never the whole of who he used to be.

richard campbell gansey iii, who goes by gansey, his family name. gansey, who is constantly trying to live for other people and never himself.

they love me because I be saying shit like alas and perchance

adam is austen-protagonist-coded bc he starts falling for ronan once he sees The House and walks around The Grounds with him.

“We can pretend. Just once. And then we’ll never say anything about it again”

Yo may12324! Surprise, I drew you some Raven Boys fanart! Just to say thanks for cheering me up the other day when I was sad :*

I love the implications of the seven birds being from a more technologically advanced world than faerun (knowledge of TV, understanding of machine guns "count the shells", using microphones ect) because how many things was Lucretia not able to erase? Across 99 planes, it's impossible that she managed to get everything. And how well was she really able to introduce the more medieval concepts of faerun into their memories?

What did the THB think everyone was doing just waving swords around rather than pulling out guns; did they just accept it and move on? Imagine Lucretia trying to explain them to a weapons development department of the BoB to equip her employees. Lucretia, a records keeper, who cannot have a great understanding of the inner workings of firearms. Vaguely describing rectangles that explode to a reception of horrified looks.

Or Taako repeatedly asking Sazed to supply him with various kitchen utensils he insists are vital for the recipe that just Do Not Exist. Magnus, complaining that he can't play little games on his stone of farspeech, while everyone around is completely baffled at the concept. Everyone around them not only not getting their pop culture references, but being fundamentally incapable of understanding them.

I just think there is something so funny about them functionally time travelling and then promptly forgetting they were from a different era at all. And just. Having to get on with it.

I bring a sort of "can't read social cues" vibe to every social situation that I can't tell if anyone likes or not

is that all? that’s all there is

is that all? that’s all there is

is that all? that’s all there is

is that all? that’s all there is

Electronic music bled into his awareness, reminding him that his body was actually in Ronan’s car. In this other place, it was easy to tell that the music was the sound of Ronan’s soul. Hungry and prayerful, it whispered of dark places, old places, fire and sex.