ronan lynch – bullshit central

the dream thieves p. 333

found an excuse to doodle ronan lynch for inktober. the prompt for this day was “exhausted” – micron in my sketchbook, 45ish minutes.

arbores–loqui–latine:

arbores–loqui–latine:

arbores–loqui–latine:

anyways today I had a customer come in for both breakfast and lunch and he was the most real life Ronan Lynch i have ever encountered

physical description: so large he had to stoop to walk through the door. built like a brick shithouse. wore a perfectly fitting shirt and slacks and shiny shoes. shaved head, big smile.

breakfast: ordered a meal but then added like 17 extras. drank nothing. stood at the bar for ten minutes just chillin, looking around and watching people and checking his phone. shotgunned a quadruple expresso while paying with his card and never asked for the bill.

lunch: said “hey it’s me again. can I just see the dessert menu”. ordered two brownies with extra icecream. double expresso. gave me shit for having Fleetwood Mac playing, said ABBA would have been “jauntier”. stood at the bar for ten more minutes. had a pint of beer while saying “this time it’s the companies card. pay your next months rent while you’re at it I don’t care.” left a twenty euro tip. he disappeared mere minutes later while my back was turned, taking his to-go mocha and my heart with him.

he came back a few weeks ago, and he didn’t sit in my section so I didn’t have any interactions with him, but the waitress that was serving him came over to me and said “hey. did you see table 12? he’s actually the king of all kings.” and honestly. mood.

drisrt:

The Raven Cycle fake covers. Animated because in my dreams book covers move ❤

xla-hainex:

pynch moodboard, finished at last

(it’s a mixtape for Adam in Ronan’s jeans pocket)

spikenards:

just imagined the first time one of blue’s college friends says “i think it’s just, like, so cool that you guys are poly” to ronan lynch. like.. picture the face… he would make.