friendly reminder that richard campbell gansey iii is a teenager who is suffering the aftereffects of an extremely traumatic event (read: his actual death and resurrection), but he doesn’t think he has the right to lean on his best friends for emotional support because his family has a lot of money and so he’s “had it the easiest”
#you will never catch me saying that gansey isn’t flawed#and one of those flaws is definitely his privilege-born classism#but god i’ve never seen a character so aware of his own privilege that it becomes his tragedy#gansey is so desperate to be seen as a person and not a trust fund#and he does that by trying his best to be there for his friends in any way they need him#but he doesn’t ask them to be there for him because he really genuinely believes that they shouldn’t have to#because he’s had it the easiest#i will protect richard campbell gansey iii until my dying day (via helensgansey)
This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.
“Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.”
THE RAVEN BOYS
Adam Parrish was lonesome.
There is no good word for the opposite of lonesome. One might be tempted to suggest togetherness or contentment, but the fact that these two other words bear definitions unrelated to each other perfectly displays why lonesome cannot be properly mirrored. It does not mean solitude, nor alone, nor lonely, although lonesome can contain all of those words in itself.
the gang + cars
The Raven Gang enjoying some much needed time off just relaxing in Cabeswater. This is everything I’ve ever wanted for them.
Comission/Art by marty-mc.
If an epilogue of The Later Years comes out after The Raven King and Ronan Lynch is NOT the Latin teacher at Aglionby I’m going to be super disappointed. Just imagine Ronan at thirty in front of a class of posh brats. He thinks he’s this hardass jerk that all the kids are afraid of but it turns out he’s actually a really good teacher (like his dad) and, even worse, that the posh brats actually kind of adore him, and he has no idea what to do with that.
“Fuck off, they’re lame,” says Ronan, at the table in his and Adam’s dining room, aggressively writing passable at the top of his best student’s perfect quiz, and then adding a gold star.
Adam says “sure, yeah,” in that way that means he thinks Ronan is full of shit.
“I hate them,” says Ronan, filling out the form to volunteer as a chaperone on the sophomore trip to Rome.
“Right,” says Adam, patting the top of his head.
“Education is a farce,” Ronan whispers, up for four days straight writing letters of recommendation to colleges.
Adam is asleep, but his mouth breathing agrees.
“This fucking job is the fucking worst,” says Ronan, half-glum and half-proud as he watches the seniors who won’t be back next year graduate.
“Yeah,” Adam says, nudging Ronan’s shoulder with his own, unbearably fond. “The worst.”