Ronan looking mean & dangerous but trying so hard to be a good person. He wants so desperately to be better.
Adam looking angelic & ethereal but being the greatest threat human race has come across in centuries. He could and would kill without remorse (in fact, he already has).
aaaah! summer storms! as i was sketching this out i was reminded for a sec of this wonderful moody piece by @fishmaid which you definitely need to go see if you haven’t yet. or go see it again! i think i managed to steer mine in a different enough direction in the end, but why waste a chance to acknowledge smth great??
There is something inexplicably hilarious to me about the entire TRC fandom being able to draw an ace-coded interpretation about nearly every character - Blue and Gansey always read very ace spectrum coded to me, one could argue Ronan is on a demisexual wavelength (or he’s just catholic), aroace Henry interpretations, Noah gets a lot of asexual headcanons too.
Adam, though? We’ve all collectively agreed that that motherfucker is ready to fucking go. Mr. Touch starved, “hi literal soulmate I drove three hours for birthday sex”, “wow my murderous Latin teacher is hot”, “I have had a girlfriend for a week and I want to kiss her right NOW” “had been starving for much longer” “now that we’ve made out once we are living on a farm and raising a dream child together let me look at your tattoo RIGHT NOW no conversation we are kissing now lets go bang in the laundry room” “i keep a pinup of a car model in my glovebox” Adam Parrish has dodged these interpretations on a widespread scale solely by having r-rated thoughts about every person he’s found attractive in the series. We’re all right and I think we should say it more.
I’m still not over the the duality of birds when it comes to Ronan’s beautiful gay brain.
[ID: two drawings of Ronan Lynch from the Raven Cycle. In the first one he’s holding a baby Chainsaw in his lap while feeding her. In the second he’s lying flat on his back with his eyes open as one of his huge nightmare demons looms over him with its beak and claws out-stretched towards his face. End ID]
Adam Parrish, who loved Ronan, sat on the floor of his dorm room alone, a single candle lit, his tarot cards stacked face up beside it. He stared into the flame, throwing his mind out into the dreamspace. He was trying to reach Ronan Lynch, but it was like a phone that kept ringing and ringing. This was a dangerous game, but he kept trying. He let his mind wander a little farther from his body each time.
Hey, does anyone remember when Hozier admitted that he was poking around on Genius, saw someone claiming that he was OBVIOUSLY making a huge metaphor about blowjobs in Take Me To Church, said “huh, wasn’t going for that but if you want a song about blowjobs and religious trauma, I will write you a song about blowjobs and religious trauma and IT WILL NOT BE SUBTLE” and then he wrote Moment’s Silence specifically to prove it
