#emikeen

[corvidyouths]

Two weeks ago @crowloop and I left for Barcelona. It was amazing. 🚡🚡🚡🚡

[corvidyouths]

otp: tree house artistry (i ship you with crowloop/emilee)

I was about to be mad because like five minutes passed and no one said they ship us. I thought I was going to have to step up my game, and I’m not sure how to up it beyond the fake dating as wedding dates we’re about to pull next month.

[crowloop]

#tbt to our debut on the cover of a ya book coming february 2016

[corvidyouths]

🐝🐝thanks @jason_monroe for beeing the best #tattoo #tattoos #emikeen #beesquad (at Three Kings Tattoo)

[thesecondsecretnetwork-blog]

Ronan is the worst at pep ralleys at school

omg but aglionby having pep rallies tho. They dont even have student council. I dont think they have any, like, popular spectator sports. They have crew and tennis. 

They probably have like. several very strange other school related gatherings. afterschool group blood lettings to raise school spirit. 

[thesecondsecretnetwork-blog]

I know it's not hc hour but ronan trying to teach Adam to play the St Agnes organ? And ronan only ever had lessons for a couple of weeks so they're both pretty crap but they're squashed side by side on the organ stool and ronan's banging out the bottom part of heart and soul and Adam always forgets to come in at the right time with the high part because he keeps getting distracted by ronan's eyelashes

YES i LOVE iT!!

its quiet and probably rainy outside which is like a really good excuse for ronan not to go back outside and go to his car and drive home. its a good excuse. it is. super good. 

So he sits down at the organ and starts aimlessly hitting keys. Adam’s probably leaning against a wall. you know. all casual. arms crossed i bet. for aesthetic. Adam probably says something like “do you actually know how to play that thing or are you just making noise”

“Fuck you Parrish” He scoots over and pats the bench with one eyebrow raised.

Adam makes his way over and plops down with a huff. He’s landed on the bench a little closer than he sort of meant to. But trying to scotch away now would only draw attention to how close he sat down. 

Ronan winks, “I wrote this one for you.”

He begins to play a tune. His fingers moving deftly across the keys. Swaying slightly. Its beautiful but it feels familiar. 

Ronan takes a deep breath in. He opens his mouth.

sQUASH ONE, SQUASH TWO