Adam Parrish: I Am So Busy All Of The Time I Have A Partial Scholarship And Three Jobs

hi imagine adam and ronan getting into a fight where adam storms out of monmouth and gansey calls him hours later like “can you please come do something with your boyfriend?” and in the background he can hear the clutter of noah and ronan making a makeshift band out of crap around monmouth and playing blink 182′s I Miss You

The foxhole court coffeeshop AU where the entire team works at the same shop.

Dan and Matt are constantly making out in the break room. 

Kevin takes coffee way too seriously and lectures customers who dont acknowledge the difference between different roasts. 

Nicky is boisterous and somehow always gets control of the stereo. 

Wymack is the owner/manager. 

Abby is the accountant. 

Betsy owns the cafe next door. 

Allison specializes in frou frou drinks. Seth doesnt work there but he visits her but wont drink her girly coffees. 

Neil just needs a job. Andrew is weirdly protective of him and wont let anyone ask about his shady past. 

Renee is Renee. 

Aaron is openly hostile to customers and for some reason girls love it??? 

Bonus:  Everytime Kevins abusive ex Riko walks in Nicky plays we are never ever getting back together by tswift and riko gets so furious he knocks over the display of seasonal coffees.

dreams on sale, today only

the best parts of the tdt outtakes:

when it’s ronan’s turn to take out the trash he takes the bag to kavinsky’s place and dumps garbage all over his lawn and/or car

actual puppy richard campbell gansey iii hoping that blue will notice he’s giving consideration to adam’s work scedule; blue not noticing because she’s too busy fixing her hair

“why can’t you be like you used to be?” / “i don’t know”

gansey, ronan, and noah deciding that the dead nightmare-bird-man thing was too gross to deal with without first showing it to blue and getting the Blue Sargent Stamp of Approval on the fact that it’s gross as hell

ronan looking at jesse dittley’s yard and seeing that all the random debris had been repurposed for flowers and beauty and recognizing that as a sign that blue had been there, how sweet is that

“i was unaware kavinsky was familiar with the nuances of the united states postal service” gansey u are being blackmailed right now pls act like it

ronan quoting ovid at an inappropriate time; adam recognizing it, being “furious” and probably turned on

“ronan,” he’d said, voice tragic, already blaming himself, making it about them and not ronan, “you damn fool”

the entirety of the last scene, which i’m not going to touch with my dirty hands

in conclusion: see you all in hell bc i’m there now

people who know gansey is going to die: me, you, gansey, adam, blue, the women of 300 fox way, millions of readers 

people who don’t know gansey is going to die: ronan

i. your father speaks of his youth with revelry spills his life across the kitchen table like an overturned drink your mother doesn’t speak any stories of her pre marital life come from your father’s mouth he speaks of how he tamed her saved her from a life of reckless abandon clipped her wings to keep her from flying too close to the sun but Icarus would have just as soon drowned than burned and the silence in your mother’s mouth is a saltwater darkness she does not speak up to defend herself even now, years after their divorce your father’s voice can fill a room your mother still makes space for it when your mother teaches you not to be swallowed, she is already sitting in the belly of a beast she once loved you wonder if she has grown to love the darkness like she once loved the man ii. the day you learn the importance of emergency exits is the day your heartbeat stops sounding familiar it is a stuttering tongue a trembling hand your heart beats like closing doors like your father’s fading footsteps like every plea you learn how to swallow don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, don’t – your father teaches you to be the first one to walk away leave before they realize you are not worth staying for iii. when your mother tells you not to be afraid of falling in love you do not miss the way her hands shake you wonder if they miss the handcuff weight of the ring that used to rest on that finger you wonder if you, too, will fall in love with a padlock man you begin to be wary of boys with birdcage hands they have mouths like oceans and your mother is still wringing seawater from her bones iv. you master the art of slipping away by starting small fix your body clock so you always wake up first plot escape routes like past times force your heart to beat just go, just go, just go, just – practice on the ones you love most that way, nothing can hurt you you cannot break a mangled thing and you don’t know the last time your heart sounded like a heart v. he tells you you eat like a bird you tell him your mother taught you well he laughs, and reaches for your hand you smile, and begin to slip through the cage of his fingers vi. when boys begin searching for hospital room hearts you warn them yours is a broken glass bottle they don’t care, or they don’t hear you they cut themselves on sharp tongues make fingerpaintings with the blood on their hands make it sound so beautiful you almost believe them soon, though, they will wake up with scars and blame you you leave them a bandage in the dark and don’t look back leave before they realize you are not worth scarring for vii. you see every outstretched hand as a palm preparing to drown you so you sink farther underwater and ignore the burning in your chest run your fingers over every name that has left your mouth for the last time and tell yourself you have done the right thing

the heartbreaker poem | bianca phipps (via biancaphipps)

weird noises: happen in the wee hours

me, unaffected: the only supernatural and ominous force in this place is me and i was here first, so whatever and whoever you are you need to Go

Lucky Blue Smith in Interview magazine

Ph: Guy Lowndes Style: Anda & Masha