only wrote this down to make you press rewind

“Noooo, you took it too far! I’m unforgettable!”

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It's hysterical to me to think of a couple (trio-ish) of rich boys living in what is basically a shitty, if huge, apartment.

Monmouth was NOT professionally renovated. Gansey (super rich old money) and Ronan (new money from self-made man but with a trust fund) hauled the shit out themselves and burned it in the parking lot. That's canon. Also canon is the one floor is still full of shit and the door doesn't work properly. I can't remember if it's canon but I will completely believe it that there's cracks in some of the windows and it smells faintly of mold. (Again, old formally abandoned building, non-professional renovation.) Noah had a teeny tiny bedroom and it's the only one that's ever neat (helps that he's dead). Gansey sleeps on a BARE mattress in the Middle of the main room surrounded by cardboard boxes. They barely have any other furniture. There is no mention of any stove or anything remotely kitchen like except a microwave and a fridge and....THE FRIDGE IS IN THE BATHROOM!!

Mallory was quite rightfully horrified. Adam's shithole apartment might actually be nicer.

And what's absolutely hysterical is that, if you have ever been in a teenage or college-aged boys' apartment or dorm room or shared house or whatever, it's completely realistic. My (current husband) boyfriend's shared house had a dumpster dived pool table, rare chicken on a plate in the fridge, a couple socks always on the floor in front of the washer that had clearly never made it in, beer bottles/cans randomly scattered around, some still with beer in them, no sheets on his mattress, and a fucking free-range iguana. I kid you not.

(All the residents of said house were solidly upper middle class. They just lived that way.)

Meanwhile Gansey easily has the money to hire professionals to renovate it and never would.

vs.

Robot: horror at the lie of your mind and your humanity itself (have you ever actually had a thought of your own, or is everything you are/you think/you understand just created by another person’s brain? whose mind/brain are you?? whose thoughts are in your head?? What does it mean to “think” when you’re only a manmade echo of humanity constructed from Boolean logic loops? Do you even have a soul?)

Claire in a hennin and a kirtle tells Dean to just arrest Cas on a technicality whenever he comes back and fuck him