Gansey, a disembodied spirit who had just died and was thrown through the cycle of time to walk the ley line will all those who had also died that year: I can’t let this girl know that my name is a euphemism for penis
post-series, at his therapist’s urging for him to find a creative outlet, does gansey
a) start a blog about his travels and magical history and glendower, and also his feelings, and how cute his friends look today
b) start a podcast with malory about the above but mostly the history stuff
c) write a fiction series about a group of scrappy young people looking for a dead historical king and then in book 3 they find him and it turns into a torrid romance between the undead king and the male protagonist and requires a genre change and an advisory warning
here’s some pre-series TRC content! *throws glitter*
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Ronan was pretty sure his eyes were open, but it was impossible to tell for sure. Darkness filled his vision, which could mean one of three things. He was either dead, blinded, or—
“Gansey?”
Something jostled to his right, and suddenly Ronan had taken a hit to the gut. It wasn’t a particularly hard blow, more of a jab, really, but the suddenness of it caught Ronan off guard and he had to fight the urge to hit back. He shoved what he believed to be Gansey’s elbow away from him and glared into the darkness, taking a controlled breath in through his nose and out through his teeth.
“Are we in a hole right now?”
“Ronan—”
“Gansey,” he said, very calm and very, very controlled. He felt loose dirt slide down his collar in his shirt. “Are. We. In. A. Hole.”
He didn’t need to see his best friend’s face to imagine the cautious and repentant expression Gansey must have been wearing. “Look, I know you’re mad—”
“Are we in a hole or are we dead? You know what, don’t answer, because I’ve already made my choice and I hope we’re dead. Because being dead sounds much better than being stuck in a ten-foot-deep hole with you and probably a Welsh king’s corpse.”
“I don’t think Glendower is in here,” Gansey murmured, dissatisfied.
Ronan wondered if it was considered bad manners to strangle your best friend. He wondered if he cared.
“If I’m dead, I only have one regret, and it’s not flipping you off more when I had the chance. I’m doing it right now, by the way, but you probably can’t tell because we’re in a DEEP DARK HOLE.”
“In hindsight, doing the search of this area at night was poor planning, but now we know for next time,” Gansey said. Ronan envisioned him pushing his wireframes up as he said it, though he knew that Gansey was still wearing his contacts.
Ronan breathed deeply again. It was somewhere around 4 am. They had no way of climbing out of the pitfall they’d fallen into. They had no way of contacting Adam since he didn’t have a phone. They were on private land, technically trespassing, so they couldn’t call the police.
“How long until Parrish notices we’re missing and comes looking for us?” Ronan asked, already resigned to a night of cuddling with Gansey and hoping earth walls of this hole wouldn’t cave in on them and suffocate them slowly.
“Probably by Weights tomorrow.”
Ronan couldn’t even be sure if he was properly rolling his eyes. The blackness of their shared hole was eternal.
Blue Lily, Lily Blue Quote from The Raven Cycle Series by @maggie-stiefvater
There was something unfamiliar about him when he arrived in the Pig. Something ferocious about his eyes, some sort of bite in his smile. Something altogether hectic and unsettled. She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.This wasn’t the Gansey she’d seen in the kitchen earlier; this was the Gansey she secretly called at night.
bullshit central 