zosmas:

no but really imagine everyone having nicknames for blue that are just the names of other shades of blue. like, gansey sometimes calls her cerulean and she threatens to kill him (again) and tells him that no one except him would ever say or even think of the word ‘cerulean’. whenever ronan calls her navy or indigo she gives him death glares. adam occasionally calls her cornflower and she ACTS annoyed by it but secretly she loves it

i keep thinking about making a ‘my life as a background aglionby student’ post but i’ve got no ideas =_=

ravensandthings:

This is such a good idea! 😂😂😂

-“I was finally gonna do it, i swear. But fucking Ronan Lynch made it to Adam’s locker before I could slip the note in.”

-Or like, the person who gets to be captain of all of these clubs Gansey quits and their rise to Aglionby power.

-Someone who considers Gansey their arch nemesis but Gansey just believes that they’re solid acquaintances because he’s preoccupied with maybe dying this year ¿?

-All of the people who try to be friends with Adam but Adam ignores them/ is oblivious because he can talk to plants.

-the kid who sees all of the Gangsey’s conversations with Noah but cAn’T SeE NoAH.

-THE KID WHO SITS BEHIND RONAN IN ALL OF HIS CLASSES:

“Fuck where did this man’s hair go?!”

“Holy fuck is that a fucking tattoo?!”

“This kid is turning in a fucking McDonald’s burger wrapper in for his Latin homework what a fucking legend.”

“How fucking big is that tattoo?!”

“Does fucking Lynch have a fucking bird what the fuck why is no one talking about this”

“The fuck? This kid is blatantly copying all of Adam fucking Parrish’s answers. He has not looked away from Parrish’s hands once. It’s fucking obvious. Lynch is such a cheat.”

jsteneil:

i always laugh a bit when people use aesthetic pics of reformed-industrial type loft apartments for monmouth because i feel like the fandom tends to see a conscious aesthetic in gansey where there isn’t one. the boy is a mess. his home is a mess. like, he’s got his fridge next to his toilet seat and that was a conscious choice. his bed is in the middle of the room, not even against one wall. you know who has a bed a like that? psychopaths. and i know he doesn’t sleep much but maybe he would if his pillows didn’t fall off during the night. in this essay i will