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Thinking about Adam fucking Ronan over the arm of a couch and Ronan’s brain being blissfully empty for once and him just being in his body in a good way and not having to think about always being a fuckup or how he makes everyone around him worry about him constantly or about the gnawing emptiness in the pit of his stomach that he feels 24/7 that tells him he’ll never be good enough, he’ll never be a real person who can do real person things, he’ll never be worthy of the kind of love he wants

And meanwhile Adam’s internal monologue is that he’s ruined on a level where there’s no saving him, that there’s something fundamentally wrong with him compared to other people and that deep down other people can instinctively tell and he’s spitefully, insanely jealous of Ronan who got to grow up loved and strange and wild and beautiful, making his beautiful glowing things as if light and life cluster around him, and part of Adam wants to ruin Ronan, to bring him down to his level so that Adam won’t be alone, wants him to be worse than Adam so that Adam has someone to despise

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We fucked up we need Blockbuster now more than ever

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The important thing to remember about Ronan is that he is, first and foremost, a bitch

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In their defense, they were left unsupervised

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Nothing could have prepared me psychologically for “Noah found Ronan after he tried to kill himself”

Except psych it was actually his nightmares that tried to kill him

EXCEPT PSYCH THE NIGHTMARES ARE TRYING TO KILL RONAN BC HE HATES HIMSELF AND WANTS TO DIE. WHY DO YOU HATE YOU, RONAN?

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Sometimes I remember that Noah was a kid who was very much a Kid: laid-back, kind of a dick, but probably no worse than any other teenage boy, liked shitty pop punk and fast cars and being alive, two parents and sisters at home, girlfriends,

And then he was murdered.

It wasn’t even premeditated.

And he never got to grow up.

Everything that made him Alive died that day. Everything that made Noah Noah

And when Blue walks in the room he gets a little jolt because all of a sudden he Remembers. Remembers the taste of cilantro. Remembers his chest burning while he held his breath underwater, swimming in a lake with his sisters.

He’s forgotten what it was like to be alive and all of a sudden he’s hungry for it, starving. He comes right up to her and presses his cheek to hers, heedless of how weird it is, how animal, how inhuman, heedless of whether or not she wants the contact, and when he touches her he gets a flash of turning and seeing Whelk with his skateboard already mid-arc, a starburst of pain like nothing he’d ever felt before and then

Nothing.

He blinks himself back to reality, or whatever passes for reality for him these days and Blue’s backed up from him, hugging herself, and there are goosebumps all up and down her bare arms. He wonders for a second if she saw what he saw, felt what he felt, but no. They were his memories. She was just the light in the projector booth.

“Sorry,” he says, and he didn’t know ghosts could feel hate but he hates the faded sound of his voice, hates the faded afterimage of real anger that seems to be all he can muster.

He used to be More, once.

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In the name of karmic balance and reparations I think the graphic novel writers should make Kavinsky Worse. Let him call Ronan a faggot

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Saw this insane “motivational” image on pinterest and thought of my boy Adam Parrish