Happy What Fresh Hell Is This Wednesday!

i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera

gansey would be an avatar of the hunt send post

this is the plot of the raven cycle

Gansey dies because he’s always on that damn phone !!!

continuing on my "Lup and Barry get married every cycle and the ensuing weddings encompass a very wide range of tones" bullshit: consider, if you will, a cycle where they mean to get married early on, they really do. but the hunt for the Light is just so intense, and the time flies by so fast, that they still haven't done it by the time the end is closing in...

and in the final fight for the Light, a little under a month out from the Hunger's arrival, Lup is grievously wounded. she lies in Barry's arms, bleeding out, and with her dying breath, she whispers her final wish:

"reanimate my corpse and put her in a nice dress for the wedding"

and who is Barry to turn down a dying wish from his wife, let alone a dying wish that's that fucking funny, so Barry loyally throws some wedding plans and some necromancy spells together so that Zombie Lup can attend the ceremony. her soul doesn't reside in her body anymore because no one was willing to burn the spell slots on True Resurrection (it's only a month out from resets, come on), but she's very well-behaved as Barry very sincerely declares his eternal love and wiggles this cycle's ring onto her finger.

Taako hates it so much. the energy in the studio is incredibly uncomfortable. Lucretia takes a bunch of photographs of every moment so that Lup can enjoy it later upon respawn. most of the crew eventually looks back and recognizes this instance as the start of the slippery slope that lead to lichdom, but Lup and Barry refuse to acknowledge how fucking weird it was. they will treasure those pictures forever

thinking about adam parrish as "adam" parrish, the first man- not able to rely on anyone else, needing to do everything for himself. the constant fear hanging over his head of returning to the (henrietta) dust from which he was made, of never outgrowing his upbringing.

blue sargent, whose name immediately evokes strangeness- and ronan lynch, whose name immediately evokes violence.

noah czerny, who is known by his first and last names independently - acknowledged only for his self (gangsey), or only for his family's wealth (whelk). either way, always fragmented and never the whole of who he used to be.

richard campbell gansey iii, who goes by gansey, his family name. gansey, who is constantly trying to live for other people and never himself.

adam.jpeg 🌿

in a magical forest. straight up “killing it”. and by “it”, haha, well. let’s justr say. My Latin Teacher

are you free tonight

i woul do anything to be free