#pynchedit

[zoyalais]

Hayley Williams x The Raven Cycle 2/?

Adam, Adansey feat. Pynch & Trigger

[battinscnz]

In the summer silence, i was getting violent.

[rozie4]

Something tells me this happened somewhere, somehow.

Noah: guys I'm dead

The Gangsey: lol that's funny

Noah: no literally

The Gangsey: oh shit

Noah: it's fine, I died a good death

Blue: how did you die?

Noah: my skateboard.

Gansey: you fell off your skateboard??

Noah: no my best friend bashed my skull with it

Ronan: BADASS-

Blue: RONAN!

Gansey: oh my God! That's not a good dea-!

Noah: yes it was. it was my skateboard. I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my skateboard. Skateboard is life.

The gangsey:

Cabeswater:

Oxygen:

Noah, fighting tears: kachow

[ronanlysnch]

a list of my favorite pairings: adam and ronan, the raven cycle and the dreamer trilogy

“seeing the two pairs tumbled together, a nameless feeling had suddenly overwhelmed Ronan. it was about Adam’s gloves here, but it was also Adam’s jacket tossed on a dining room chair, his soda can forgotten on the foyer table, him somewhere tossed with equal comfort in the Barns, his presence commonplace enough that he was not having to perform or engage with Ronan at all times. he was not dating Ronan; he was living in Ronan’s life with him.

                                           shoes kicked off by the door, gloves off.                                                                                     a future. a good future.”

[percabesth-archive]

@fictionnet event iv — parallels

ronan’s second secret was adam parrish. (x)

[monttagues]

He held Ronan’s gaze over his locker door. School had improved.

[librarysource]

@librarysource event iii: pride — ADAM PARRISH AND RONAN LYNCH

something about this made opal burn so furiously that she could not stand to look a second longer.

[aaronstveit]

edit challenge vs. ​​ →  @rosebudgirls round one ✿ adam parrish ± favorite line

From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn’t swear. Ronan finished with, “For the love of … Parrish, take some care, this is not your mother’s 1971 Honda Civic.” Adam lifted his head and said, “They didn’t start making the Civic until ’73.”