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the raven cycle female characters: three psychic women with very different personalities who live together and raise a kid together, a 600-year-old witch, a tall girl who wears bell bottoms and orange nail polish and flirts with her customers over a psychic phone line, a morally ambiguous woman who earns the disapproval of her family by dabbling around in the darker parts of magic and doing it for fame not morality, a rich socialite with a helicopter license who’s described as beautiful but unattainable 

the raven cycle fandom: CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MISUNDERSTOOD DECLAN LYNCH IS

Weeping Mary.

do you ever get emotional bc kevin promised andrew he’d find him something to build his life around and it was literally neil

gansey giving blue a mint leaf to chew on any time he wants to kiss her. blue accepting it, a part of her realizes this is the way gansey kisses her. when blue runs her tongue across her teeth well after she has disposed of the mint leaf she feels a small thrill from the after taste. the dull taste of mint is what she imagines gansey’s tongue would taste like. she wonders if she’ll ever be able to kiss him as long as the taste lingers in her mouth. she counted 6 hours. will she ever be able to monopolize gansey’s time for an entire 6 hours with her lips pressed against his?

ronan chewing on the leather bands around his wrist when ever he wants to taste adam. adam doesn’t know, and ronan will not be the one to tell him. though with the way ronan looks at adam when he’s toying with a band between his teeth, he wouldn’t be surprised if adam hasn’t picked up on it already. he’ll continue doing it anyway, it’s his own guilty pleasure.

ronan and blue up in the middle of the night, staring at their respective ceilings, and thinking, “this is it, this is the closest i’ll ever get.”

adam’s kisses are always reflect exactly what he feels. no jokes, no bullshit. when he kisses, he is trying to say something with it from the very moment he begins to lean in. to adam kisses are one of the many ways he can express what he’s feeling towards certain people. with blue, he was never able to say all of the things he felt, nor could he convey them through a kiss. sometimes he regrets it, other times he’s a bit glad he didn’t have the chance to let blue completely see into him that way. with ronan it was so much different. with ronan, adam is completely unable to hold back. he’s speaking a thousand words per second with each kiss and ronan, a master of all languages understands it all. 

ronan’s kisses are softer than anticipated. ronan is a boy that shines from miles away without even trying to, a true child of the moon in the fact that not all the beauty in him is due to the light of those surrounding him,  but they do illuminate him in ways he couldn’t achieve on his own. this is not a well known fact unless you are one of his close friends, so when adam and ronan kiss for the first time, adam isn’t completely surprised. he knows ronan more than ronan thinks he does, but he is still taken aback by the way ronan melted into him, easily accepting and taking all adam had to give. in ronan’s opinion there was no room for him to put up walls when it was between him and adam, adam and him. and though ronan did not have any secrets to share through kisses the way adam did, their kisses were still very much a conversation. adam would pour words into every kiss “i need you, i need this, we need each other” and ronan would press back, his arms around adam’s neck, his hips pressed into adam’s, and the way he’d bite down on adam’s lip, everything was an answer. every move was a thousand “yeses” spilling back into adam.

I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.

I had this one lucid dream where a lady came up to me and said, “Don’t control the dream,” really softly. I had the same dream again a couple days later but instead of just one lady. I was surrounded by a whole group of people with glowing eyes just saying, “Don’t,” and I got so freaked out that I never tried to lucid dream ever again.

richard campbell gansey iii, master of smooth, once lay in bed hoping that his crush would call and then, when she did, immediately began telling her interesting facts about ducks.

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