#ciaran quinn

[jetsjunkdrawer]

Ciaran Quinn + Evan Taylor: relationship study.

first quote - Marie Howe, The Affliction. second quote - Louise Gluck, Epithalamium. third quote - unknown. fourth quote - unknown. fifth quote - Anne Sexton. sixth quote - unknown. seventh quote - Mhairi McFarlane, You Had Me At Hello. eighth quote - unknown.

Read their story here.

[niamhabril]

As much as I love the current day kisses in bathrooms era of Ciaran and Evan I can't wait till I get to their first kiss and then the later juvie era. See all the steps that lead up to it.

The inevitable realisation that this ride or die thing between them has all these layers to it. That their person was also their person.

And then ! I can't wait to get to the later flavour of we are finally free in a space of safety and I am never letting you go era.

[jetsjunkdrawer]

Ciaran Quinn: a character study.

first quote - Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. second quote - Fortesa Latifi. third quote - Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction. fourth quote - June Gehringer.

Read his story here.

[jetsjunkdrawer]

My dream is to one day see the other ships people come up with from my writing and to go "huh, you know what, solid concept, 10/10. Love it. Wow. Mindblown."

[jetsjunkdrawer]

Someone listen to me talk about Ciaran and Evan and Joel and Danny and Sam and Ariel and Emil and Marzia and the rest of the Elmwood Wolves team.

[jetsjunkdrawer]

help me decide what phones 12 year old ciaran & 11 year old evan should buy in 2007

nokia n95

nokia e90

blackberry curve

iphone gen 1

Voting ended onJan 5

You can see photos of the phones under the read more.

Nokia n95

Nokia e90

Blackberry curve 8300 series

Iphone gen 1

[jetsjunkdrawer]

here's an exerpt from one of my latest chapters of I Will Find You. If you like how I write my AFTG fanfic please consider reading this one. I love Ciaran and Evan very much. This is from a chapter where they're middle school aged and still in foster care.

Ciaran was leaning into his side. Evan let him. It felt good in a way he wasn’t expecting. Getting passed from home to home and school to school had meant Evan hadn’t had anyone in a really long time. There had barely been room for a solid, unchanging parental figure, let alone a friendship. And Evan was always hiding things anyway. He didn’t want the other kids to see how damaged he had become. The vile things he’d been through had to have left him as marked. Someone not to be wanted, or loved. They could never understand. And if they perceived too much, they would reject him. And he could not take that.

Yet Ciaran was here. Beside him. Ciaran was a warm and solid presence against his side. The thought of letting himself have this boy was terrifying. If he made a friend, he’d just end up losing them. That was the nature of who and what they were. Worse, if he got used to their friendship, even began to love it and rely on it, Ciaran being snatched away would be devastating.

And he wanted it. He wanted it so badly that at this moment he couldn’t breathe. Someone that saw him, and cared, and even liked him just as he was.

“I can’t be your friend,” he managed to say, working his mouth against the dryness that had invaded. Ciaran pulled back and then slid to his feet. He stood in front of Evan, just out of reach, and typed. Then he handed over the phone. Did I do something wrong?

Evan shook his head immediately. “No. Okay? You didn’t. You’ve done everything… right. And that’s a problem.”

And damn, Ciaran looked so confused then. Evan hated being the cause of that face. “No, see, we’re foster kids. We can’t have friends. Not properly. One of us will be moved on before the other. And we won’t see each other again. It’ll hurt too much if we become friends. I can’t… I won’t do it.” Realisation crossed Ciaran’s face. Then the idiot had the audacity to smile.

“What? Why do you look like that?”

Ciaran waved his hands at Evan and then typed quickly, making a spelling error along the way in his haste. That’s itt? I can fix that.

Evan stared at it. When he looked at Ciaran he knew his face must be one of bewilderment by Ciaran’s soft laugh.

“What? You secretly on some kind of social worker payroll?” Ciaran laughed again, louder. Then he snatched back the phone. When he handed it back to Evan, his heart skipped a beat.

No! But wherever you go I will find you. And I’ll come if you call. You won’t lose me. I promise you that.

Evan read it three times before handing it back. “How? What do you even mean?” And, the words he would not and could not say: why would you do all that for me?

I’ll buy you a phone. I’ll pay for it. If you call me, I’ll run off to get to you. And if I can I’ll see if I can get placed close by. I can be a real diva. If this is the only thing stopping us from being friends then I promise, I swear, you won’t lose me. I don’t want to lose you either.

Evan felt on the verge of being overwhelmed. No one, in his whole life so far, had ever said something so meaningful. He had had empty promises before. Or well meaning words. But what Ciaran was offering was something so different from that. Ciaran was one hundred percent sincere. He would use anything he had, at just the tender age of twelve and looked down upon by everyone around him, to get to Evan and be by his side. To Ciaran, Evan was already worth that effort and that promise. And Evan believed him. Ciaran faced the world with total stubborn conviction. If Evan called him and said to come, Ciaran would find a way to get to him.

He handed back the phone. “You promise?” His voice hadn’t sounded so soft and so small to him in a very long time.

Ciaran put the phone on the spot beside Evan. Then he took both of Evan’s hands. “Evan,” he said, “I… promise…”

Ciaran’s voice was honeyed, warm, with that Irish accent layered on top. That he tried to talk just to put Evan at ease meant everything.

[jetsjunkdrawer]

Ciaran set up to play for the Kennedy College Leopards but transferring to the smaller Elmwood Wolves. Ciaran dragging Marzia with him to play there. Where is their loyalty? The press are going nuts!

Abel Beaufort brought together very talented players to rise through clubs and leagues imorey teams to play alongside him at the Leopards. He slowly built up Emil and Marzia, and was reunited with Ciaran! The Beauforts graciously pulled Ciaran from the foster system after being separated from him for so long! They gave Emil and Marzia opportunities and a home! For Marzia and Ciaran to spit in his face! At least Emil has remained by his side.

Meanwhile Emil is dodging interviews. He must be truly heartbroken. And Abel is taking jabs at Ciaran every chance he gets. And Ciaran is pointing out, with increasing unhinged behaviour, that things are... kind of weird... with the Beauforts. And why did people support this bizarre overly dedicated child sports endeavour so wholeheartedly? Huh?

And Marzia only talks to anyone in Italian. Translations have revealed a string of curse words and calling people idiots.