Concept: A Chapter In Trk Where Gansey Gets His Wisdom Teeth Removed And The Gang Is With Him While The

But you see, this crown has grown so very heavy, and I have become tired of seeing blood red stains soiling all that I touch.

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why almost everyone consider that Ronan is passive?? can u explain it pls i'm just trying to get this shit right (also bless u n ur hcs)

aaaaa ok. so. like ronan is into adam (so. so into adam) and he has been for so so long and he hasnt acted on it. and hes not planning to act on it. it hasnt even occurred to him that adam might reciprocate his feelings? like, he hasnt even had that thought, that adam could ever– he does nice things for adam and he doesnt even expect any acknowledgment or anything? or repayment? its not bc hes hoping adam will like him back or whatever, hes actually so far gone for him that he doesnt care if adam likes him back???? because he never will, ronans reconciled with that, adam doesnt like him like that and its fine ??? he doesnt care ?? 

hmm also i feel like, to me anyway, theres definitely this ~double side~ thing about ronan’s character, i.e. that he looks like bad news / tough guy / punk, u know? he drinks and he drives recklessly and he fucks with danger on the daily. so youd sort of expect him to be dominant or whatever? but i read this whole side of his character as a sort of facade and like a wall hes built around himself to not get hurt? bc the world fucks you up – if u show emotions or are vulnerable or anything youll get wrecked? like, ronan’s facade of having no feelings is actually him trying to deal with the fact that he has so many feelings. like, fuck off, he feels everything he feels so much. but hes been hurt enough bc of that so he tries to shut it down and act cool or whatever? eh, so u get the idea hes like. dominant, yeah. but um, hes not. 

also he is super super inexperienced ok he doesnt understand the concept of casual relationships At All ??? and hes rly rly gone for adam he just wants to make him happy so maybe that plays a role as well? like he puts himself second and adam first so like. idk lets adam do with him what he wants sounds sort of harsh but ?? yeah

cain saying “am i my brother’s keeper” right after he killed him is so funny. it’s GOD. he SAW THAT

you know I couldn’t be a cowboy because I’d be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and we’d be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and he’d play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then he’d finish and we’d both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and I’d realize that maybe it wasn’t the touch of a woman i’d been hankerin for

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honestly the main thing I got from your last reply is that we should start a campaign to get maggie to write a spin off book with henry cheng as the main character

just imagine following the adventures of henry cheng as he overthrows the corrupt power structure of aglonby, increases the stock value of starbucks via lackeys, does modeling shoots with horses, and freaks out every time his car gets a slight scratch on it

meanwhile in the background you have hints of dick gansey’s gay welsh cult running around being weird and otherworldly and henry wanting to make out with gansey but ultimately not pining or being too worried by it not happening

people who know gansey is going to die: me, you, gansey, adam, blue, the women of 300 fox way, millions of readers 

people who don’t know gansey is going to die: ronan

i. your father speaks of his youth with revelry spills his life across the kitchen table like an overturned drink your mother doesn’t speak any stories of her pre marital life come from your father’s mouth he speaks of how he tamed her saved her from a life of reckless abandon clipped her wings to keep her from flying too close to the sun but Icarus would have just as soon drowned than burned and the silence in your mother’s mouth is a saltwater darkness she does not speak up to defend herself even now, years after their divorce your father’s voice can fill a room your mother still makes space for it when your mother teaches you not to be swallowed, she is already sitting in the belly of a beast she once loved you wonder if she has grown to love the darkness like she once loved the man ii. the day you learn the importance of emergency exits is the day your heartbeat stops sounding familiar it is a stuttering tongue a trembling hand your heart beats like closing doors like your father’s fading footsteps like every plea you learn how to swallow don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, don’t – your father teaches you to be the first one to walk away leave before they realize you are not worth staying for iii. when your mother tells you not to be afraid of falling in love you do not miss the way her hands shake you wonder if they miss the handcuff weight of the ring that used to rest on that finger you wonder if you, too, will fall in love with a padlock man you begin to be wary of boys with birdcage hands they have mouths like oceans and your mother is still wringing seawater from her bones iv. you master the art of slipping away by starting small fix your body clock so you always wake up first plot escape routes like past times force your heart to beat just go, just go, just go, just – practice on the ones you love most that way, nothing can hurt you you cannot break a mangled thing and you don’t know the last time your heart sounded like a heart v. he tells you you eat like a bird you tell him your mother taught you well he laughs, and reaches for your hand you smile, and begin to slip through the cage of his fingers vi. when boys begin searching for hospital room hearts you warn them yours is a broken glass bottle they don’t care, or they don’t hear you they cut themselves on sharp tongues make fingerpaintings with the blood on their hands make it sound so beautiful you almost believe them soon, though, they will wake up with scars and blame you you leave them a bandage in the dark and don’t look back leave before they realize you are not worth scarring for vii. you see every outstretched hand as a palm preparing to drown you so you sink farther underwater and ignore the burning in your chest run your fingers over every name that has left your mouth for the last time and tell yourself you have done the right thing

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