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Mornings at 300 Fox Way were fearful, jumbled things. Elbows in sides and lines for the bathroom and people snapping over tea bags placed into cups that already had tea bags in them. There was school for Blue and work for some of the more productive (or less intuitive) aunts. Toast got burned, cereal went soggy, the refrigerator door hung open and expectant for minutes at a time. Keys jingled as car pools were hastily decided.Â
uhh... why is jimi super skinny
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These cuties know best.
I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.
why is this so whitewashed
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Hey all! Glad Day Bookshop, located in Toronto, is the oldest LGBTQ bookstore in the world. Due to the rising costs of business, they need to move to a different space where they can become a bookstore and coffee shop during the day, and a bar at night. The new location is wheelchair accessible. In order to make this move, they need help.Â
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“You wouldn’t have gone someplace without Gansey, though,” Blue snapped. “You two make a grand couple! Kiss him! “
 tell me what you want, and i’ll do anything i can to give it to you.Â
My dad told me a story recently about how he was in Boy Scouts or something and they went on a hike and were each given a rifle and one single bullet to practice shooting with (idk, it was the 70s or whatever). One of his friends, whom I’ll refer to as Steel Balls for reasons that will soon become clear, beckons my dad to a part of the woods and points to a giant hornets nest up in a tree. SB announces that he’s going to shoot it, waits for my dad to take cover (as one should in this situation), and fires off his only round into the nest. Sure enough, a swarm of pissed off hornets descend upon SB, who stands stoically and perfectly still at the base of the tree. Dad maintains that, despite their buzzing right around him, none of the hornets stung his friend, and they soon calmed down and returned to their newly renovated nest. SB turns back to face my dad and imparts this chunk of wisdom: “That’s the secret to dealing with hornets, Jim. They don’t know humans make rifle shots; they don’t know where the noise came from. You gotta stand still and don’t move, and they won’t chase you. If you run, they know you’re guilty.” Apparently dad was so awed he gave up his single bullet so SB could shoot the nest a second time, with the same results.
Long story short: hornets can sense guilt and there are people in the world who have tested this theory.
He climbed back into his bed and closed his eyes, hands balled to his chest, scented with mist and with moss. When he closed his eyes, Cabeswater was still waiting for him.
(h/t iwillbeyourhands for inspiration, thank you!)
got the raven king early today (shoutout to Canadian bookstores) and finished it in six and a half hours
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“I don’t want to talk.”Â
“The fuck would I talk about?”
the raven king countdown → day ten
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Random possibly not plausible headcanon: Ronan Lynch plays an instrument (such as the piano?) Like Nial could've dreamed up a huge shiny grand piano that Ronan and Matthew grew up playing (Declan seems too grumpy to play the piano?) and Ronan at Gansey's fancy house (where there's probably a piano) playing it in the middle of the night and Adam walks in and sits with him and is like "wow, you play? Teach me." *eternal pynch feels*
Ronan starts showing Adam how to position his hands on the keys, and a few different chords and such, and then after a while Adam’s playing a little melody over and over
and then once he’s got it down, Ronan starts singing “squash one squash two–” and Adam pulls his hands off the piano like it has personally betrayed him
trk countdown → favorite friendship moments
“Oh, those are my favorite,” Gansey said. “I am a fan of a good German Beauty Homer.” “Gansey, don’t make light,” Malory said sternly. “Those things look like bloody puffins.” Adam’s body shook in silent convulsions of laughter. Gansey took a moment to catch his breath before asking, “And what’s that sound in the background?” “Let me take a gander,” Malory replied. There was a crackling sound, and then his voice, rather louder than before, said, “They’re auctioning off some birds.” “What sort? Please tell me German Beauty Homers.” Adam, completely undone, bit his hand. Small gasps still managed to escape. “Pigmy Pouters,” Malory replied. “Feisty ones!” Gansey mouthed Blue at Adam. Adam let out a little wail of helpless laughter. [….] Gansey turned his eyes to Adam, who looked more like himself than he had in ages. He silently vowed to do whatever it took to keep him that way.
