This Is Bringing Me Back To My Irish Wolfhound Hc & I Thrive.

This is bringing me back to my Irish Wolfhound hc & I thrive.

when pynch babies are old enough to start going on solo adventures Ronan dreams them a huge black dog to follow them around and keep an eye on them and like. scare off any wilder dream creatures roaming the barns. The dog though does become a problem when it can’t like, follow them to school our inside most buildings and can be overprotective and Adam is like “Ronan.” and Ronan is like “Yeah, yeah I know.” aka ronan eases up about being a secretly overprotective dad and the dog chills out. 

haven’t actually seen crab rave once today what gives ???

coming onto Tumblr and seeing Dublin every few posts on my dash is so so funny to me

the funniest thing about the whole mallory tea subplot in BLLB is not the subplot per se  but rather the fact that both Blue, who’s family has a whole tea-selling business which even if the tea in question is home mixed stuff, they’re making tea with tea bags for breakfast in TRB, and Ronan, raised by two people from Ireland (essentially), would have definitely known how to make a cup of tea and were just electing not to for an entire book in a united front of anglophobia and wanting to watch gansey fail at something over and over again 

– Mary Ruefle, “Deconstruction”

I have yet to drum up the energy to get my hands on Mister Impossible - please someone hype me if it’s worth it