So Due To The Fact That I Am Ridiculously Busy At The Moment I Am Completely Out Of Touch - Could Someone

so due to the fact that i am ridiculously busy at the moment i am completely out of touch - could someone lemme know what the deal is with getting the opal short story via legal means as a European? thanks xo 

nevermind everybody - @ellipsesetcetera is a literal angel and suggested not swearing in my tags, which solved it. Who knew? Not me. 

anyone else have a problem where none of their long posts turn up in the trc/pynch tags? because this keeps. on. happening. to. me. anyway just posted this 1.5k ficlet about adam and music and ronan and aching and boys latin, go check it out here.

You know what isn’t talked about enough? The scene in the Raven Boys, right after Ronan beats the crap out of Adam’s dad– Adam and Gansey are going to pick up Adam’s stuff, and Noah tells Blue that Ronan is at the library cramming for exams.

Ronan just got into an all out brawl and then he just….. Went to library to study. This right here shows how much he actually cares about Adam.

This is after Gansey tries pretty much everything to keep him in school and Ronan just does not care, they have bigger issues than school.

But this scene right here, Ronan going to study right now, shows that he’s not doing it for himself or for Gansey; he’s doing it for Adam. Because Adam just gave up everything, by pressing charges against his dad and keeping Ronan out of jail, and Ronan will be damned if he lets that be for nothing and that says so much about how much Ronan is willing to do for Adam.

howdy friends - sorry i’ve been so low on the content of late, i’ve just moved country and started a new job but soon SOON i will have time to think again 

Boys Latin

So I wanted to add Boys Latin by Panda Bear to Ronan Lynch’s Mixtape but it seemed maybe like it would be more the kind of song that would remind Ronan of Adam or that Adam would somehow share with Ronan and it’d become theirs? Idek, whatever happened, I ended up writing this fluffy 1.5k explanation fic for this v specific headcanon - enjoy.

Adam first hears the song when his stoned hipster roommate, who’s name is Jack but who everyone calls Jeg for some reason, stumbles in late at night and says “Things are about to be realised. Let’s connect.”

Adam is all aches after a long day of hard work and hard study, always finding that the height of the desks compared to the chairs in the library leaves him cramped. He tries to do the mental arithmetic to work out how much of a dent Jeg is about to put in his oncoming battle between sleep and his existence this week. But thinking sort of aches too, so he gives up and resigns himself to it, knowing that losing this minor battle won’t lose him the war.

The statement itself is not an unusual one from Jeg in its vague pretentiousness or the oddly prophetic weight he gives the words or the fine line Jeg often toes between friendly sincerity and self-important irony.

Though he is sort of right this time.

He pulls out his MacBook from under his pillow, fumbling with it, making Adam’s stomach twist with his clumsy carelessness. Of course he has a MacBook, Adam thought when he first saw it. It’s covered with aesthetic decals and skate stickers that never fail to remind him with a twang of Noah - or who Noah had been, or who he should have been able to be - but at least he’s generous with it when Adam’s temperamental secondhand laptop starts acting up.

Jeg stumbles blearily onto Adam’s bed and into Adam’s space, curling up beside him, the comfort gremlin that he is, and probably causing Adam’s sheets to reek of weed again. Jeg is liberal with touch and seems to feel that all space is communal space. Although, while he does talk a lot of shit, he can actually be quite sweet and occasionally does come out with some interesting tidbits about anything from the tenets of Anarcho-communism, to the failures of Dogme 95, or the surprising nutritional and environmental impact of rice production and how rife it is with arsenic. He also shares memes with Adam constantly, which are something he’s only had scant contact with outside of Murder Squash hell up until this point, and which Adam is slowly getting the hang of. And its nice to have a friend around, even if Adam doubts he’ll ever feel anywhere near as close to him as Gansey or Blue or Noah or Henry. Certainly not Ronan.

The first time Ronan smelt green on Adam’s sheets he quirked an eyebrow at him and said “Why Parrish, I didn’t realise how many plants you got down and dirty with these days without Cabeswater taking you for a joyride.”

Adam, hazy around the edges with sleep, and latent stress, and the proximity of his boyfriend with that unreasonably sexy smirk on his face, his very sprawl across Adam’s bed a distracting taunt, said “It’s not me, Jeg’s been rubbing himself all over them.”

Which, yeah, admittedly wasn’t the best way to go into that explanation.

Ronan had tensed, Adam had backtracked, soothed, clarified.

“So he just gets into your bed, just like that.” “Ronan, he’s just a goddamn golden retriever with a philosophical streak. He’s like a tactile, blazed beagle who likes to howl right in my ear. Thankfully not always the right one, he hasn’t quite worked it out yet and I’m not gonna help him.”

Adam may have deliberately smudged his accent a bit, may have ghosted his fingers along Ronan’s arm and tangled them with his own, in order to defuse the situation. It may have worked.

Alhough Adam still sighs at the inevitable look he’s going to receive when Ronan catches Jeg’s signature sheet-stink again.

“That sigh is an overture, man, this is the real shit, the good shit, get ready for it to hit us into orbit.” Jeg tells him sagely.

Adam isn’t sure what that means until it starts.

Jeg has YouTube open, and while the name Panda Bear rings approximately zero bells for Adam, the song’s title Boys Latin piques his interest. And as Jeg makes the video full screen and hits play, that starts to hit home for him too. It’s not a forest, but he can’t help but think of Cabeswater. Of Cabeswater pulling at him, changing him, as the guy on the screen is altered by his surroundings, his skin merging with the ecosystem. As he finds another guy who’s tied to this space too; who tangles with him. As they pull a child out who’s been hidden away, trapped there, and walk off into the sunset together, hand in hand.

And the song. The song itself is oddly haunting. Repetitive and electronic, its somehow nothing like Ronan’s music but seeped in it all the same. A smoothed-out, softer, dreamier iteration. The chanting feels like scrying, putting Adam in a trance, words half registering and then growing in impact as they’re sung again and again and again.

Beasts don't have a sec' to think, but We don't 'preciate our things, but Dark cloud descended again Has a dark cloud descended again? And a shadow moves in

There’s something so familiar in them. Nostalgic and dreadful and lovely and aching and impalpable and supernatural and significant.

When it finishes, Jeg closes over the laptop. Catching the look on Adam’s face, whatever that look may be, he nods with altogether too much gravitas and says “The. Real. Shit. We’re reborn together, man. Fucking Panda Bear. Goddamn. I feel raked over, like I just listened to Feels for the first time, you know? Goddamn.”

Adam doesn’t know. What Jeg means specifically or what is going on in general. But it’s something. Something is solidifying right at the heart of Adam Parrish to the sound of the song that’s still whirling around Adam’s head.

“He’s a goddamn king, I’m telling you, man.  God but you should listen to his earlier stuff too, like Mr Noah. ‘Cause that’s his real name. Noah. And Animal Collective. Strawberry Jam is my jam, dude-“

But Adam’s still stuck on Noah. His name is Noah. He has a song called Boys Latin. It sounds like some deep iteration of a closed off piece of Adam’s unknowable psyche. And the video, to Adam, reeks of Cabeswater and Ronan and Opal.

It sticks with him for days. For a couple of weeks. How uncannily it all aligns into the perfect constellation.

It’s when Ronan drops by in his BMW and takes him out for a meandering drive through the nearest fields he can find that Adam asks “Do you mind if I put on a song?”

Ronan, looking curious at this, nods.

And then the song fills the car, as loud as the sound system is nearly permanently set to, winding its way around them both and leaking out their rolled down windows.

Adam can’t help but watch Ronan to see if it makes impact. Biting his lip for a second when it does.

(And Ronan can’t help but watch this Adam, swaying slightly to the beat, hair blowing just so in the wind like the music is caressing him on its way out into the world. He can’t help but take a moment to absorb and catalogue this incarnation of Adam Parrish, looking unguarded and so very at home in his skin.)

They both sit hypnotised for a moment. Then Ronan asks “What is this?” “Boys Latin. By Panda Bear. Did you know his name’s actually Noah?” He asks, even though both of them were unaware that there was an artist to know this about until the song came along.

Ronan hums at that. Then he’s pulling in at the side of the road. Then he’s tugging at Adam, arranging them forehead to forehead, staring at Adam’s hands in his.

“I appreciate you.” Ronan says, quietly, Adam just managing to catch the words.

He squeezes Ronan’s hands, and says “I know.” He let’s his nose nudge against Ronan’s and breathes out “I appreciate you too. I really do.”

“This song…” Ronan trails off, and it’s Adam’s turn to hum. “It sounds…” “Yeah.” Adam says. “It does.”

Ronan looks up then, eyes startlingly clear, and Adam feels too much, feels it spilling out of him as the melody loops and loops. He surges forward as Ronan does too. He tastes salt and flesh and need on his tongue, and he can’t help but nip at Ronan’s lips. Can’t help but push deeper. Can’t help but clasp Ronan’s face between his hands, as Ronan groans softly. Can’t help but feel dizzily centred and understood and so much more than he ever thought he could be.

When he pulls back, long after the song had lapsed into silence, he doesn’t let go. “I knew you’d get it too.” Ronan raises one hand up to feel along Adam’s knuckles, still pressed against his cheek. “It sounds like you.” “It sounds like us.” Adam replies.

Ronan presses his lips against Adam’s once more, for a few delicate seconds, that seem to loop and loop once more, before he pulls back.

They slowly make their way back to campus, hands clasped together over the gear stick, and Adam still aches but he aches better.

okay but listen: ronan waking up next to adam wearing a fucking black coke zero tshirt that he dreamt up, subconsciously rocking that boyfriend chic to his own goth tastes and never ever living it down and also completely and utterly dying when adam starts wearing it all the time because “you dreamt it for me, idiot”