“Touch.

something about adam parrish believing he’s unknowable, that no one truly knows or understands him not even his closest friends

something about adam parrish being ronan’s second secret, quite literally a core piece of who ronan is

You don’t like the way your hair sits? Take mine, I will shear it off without a second thought.

Take my eyes so you may see through them just how beautiful you are.

Take my lungs, that you should never gasp for air.

You’re not comfortable in your skin? Take mine, I will strip it from my body just to see you smile.

My heart is already yours, it has been beating to the sound of your name ever since I first heard it uttered. Take it, it is more yours than it ever was mine.

Take my muscles. May they make you strong enough to never need another.

I will give and give of myself until I am nothing but a meager pile of brittle and broken bones.

Take them. May they be of more use to you than I ever could have been.

ronan lynch so crazy he quite literally made a child out thin air so he could baby trap adam at 18 years old

Mike Flannigan you’ve done it again (i’ve been sobbing violently for the last hour with no signs of stopping soon)

barty and evan in Art Heist, Baby! literally scream these motherfuckers

spot the difference (hard mode)

i came out of the womb, and immediately apologized for the pains i caused my mother in childbirth. it cost her something to bare me and raise me, and i think ill spend the rest of my life trying to make up for that. all i really am anymore is sorry

THANK YOU!! this is exactly what i was looking for, they were just trying their best but they absolutely adored that little boy

i feel like at some point everyone just started making hope and lyall out to be bad parents and idk if i like or agree with that. how do you think they were as parents to remus??

OKAY SO I AM SO PASSIONATELY AGAINST THIS RHETORIC. it is me and holyall against the worls od fanfics that characterise them as bad parents.

they were the good parents. and sure they had their flaws, but all parents do.

i think remus grew up in north wales, probably somewhere near llandudno but not actually in the town. hope worked as a teacher part-time in one of the local secondary schools and if remus hadn’t been accepted into hogwarts, she would’ve probably ended up being his english teacher. every friday remus would come home from primary school to freshly baked challah that hope would bake for each shabbos and every sunday she’d make french toast with the left over challah for breakfast (challah french toast is superior). lyall did his best too, he would take remus to the park whenever remus asked, would let him stay up to watch tv or listen to music, and the two of them did their best to spoil him with the little money they did have, although they were quite tight most of the time.

they’d go on camping holidays where they’d hike and swim and have a camp fire. hope is the driver of the family and refuses to use magic to travel anywhere, and lyall agrees every time. they’re constantly listening to music in the car together, the three of them adore music, they’re always singing and messing around with goofy impressions of whoever the singer of the song they’re listening to is.

after full moons, hope would always make remus chicken broth and lyall would do his best to heal remus’ wounds with magic (although he was never the best with medical spells) and they’d do everything they could to make remus feel safe, loved, and secure although lyall’s guilt would be eating him alive every time the full moon happened.

as remus got older and wanted more independence, they started to clash a bit, they were always protective of him after greyback bit him, but they always eventually work through whatever shit they have going on this time. and when remus realises he’s gay, he’s still worried about them not supporting him but they only care for his happiness, not whether or not he’s with a girl or boy

love is buying your favorite chocolate out of habit cause i saw it at the store

(a short poem for a friend who will never know how dear she is to me. i’m sorry i don’t know how to tell you. i’ll have to hope the chocolate conveys what words never could)

sorry i can’t take your touch, man. it’s not you it’s just that i fell in love with a war