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hiya!

haven’t been here in a while, i know! i lost my desire to make content for trc a little so i don’t intend on using this blog much more... though maybe i will fall back into it again, you never know!

i graduated in the meantime, though and i set up an etsy shop to help me cover some of the student debt i have accumulated

if you want to check it out or share this post, i would appreciate it so much!

https://www.etsy.com/shop/LettersFromYourFaves

minor update i suppose:

got some bad news 2 hours before my exam on monday, fucked up the exam, my mental health is absolutely down the drain

so tl;dr taking a break again idk for how long

i just cant imagine creating stuff while my life is in shambles at the moment and it sucks so much but i honestly have a hard time making it through the day and getting out of bed so the last thing i can think about is trc rn

i hope that maybe after winter break i feel a little better but no guarantees tho i’ll be back when cdth 2 comes out for unwanted commentary as you are used of me lmao

i love you all and im sorry if im disappointing anybody who followed me for content, i wish it was different too

through the years we will be together (if the fates allow)

a/n this is a gift for @mletart for @pynchpromptweek Secret Santa! I hope you like it! summary: The Lynch brothers do Christmas caroling together to uphold the brotherly bond after their parents passed away. It so happens to be that Adam lives at the church they frequent at. The Myth of the Brothers Lynch become a reality when Adam finally meets the middle one.

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ao3 Adam had never seen them, he had tried many times to catch as much as a glimpse but his job at Boyd’s lined up with the mass times and he was always a little too late. Once, he thought he saw the edge of a BMW turn around the corner but he had waved that off. “Good boys” as the attendees had said, didn’t drive cars that were shark-nosed, all edges and brute force.

“They sing like angels,” one old lady told Adam. She attended church often, burning a candle sometimes. Adam wondered who she had lost, if she was the only one left standing. He almost wanted to ask if the angel metaphor was blasphemy but he held it in at the last moment and politely listened instead, the key to his apartment still in hand. “Especially the middle one.”

“Ronan,” Adam said helpfully, nodding his head in recognition. He had been so mystified by the brothers that he had absorbed every bit of information about them like a sponge, trying to piece everything together and create clear images of them.

He never quite succeeded.

“You must come to mass,” the lady said, her watery eyes looking up at Adam hopefully and Adam had politely declined though it cost him great hardship to do so.

“I’m not religious,” Adam said apologetically and stayed to listen to the lady’s story about the grandson she never really saw because he went to study abroad before Adam finally went up the stairs and let himself into his apartment.

The Brother’s Lynch, now a tangible subject in his mind, took residency in his thoughts for the remainder of the day, the week, until it was Sunday again and Adam was home for once.

Boyd had called Adam to him a few days before, telling him that he had to take some vacation days or he would breach the contract he had signed the year before. It so happened that one of those vacation days was that Sunday, since it wouldn’t be too busy at the shop that day anyway.

And thus, Adam was at the window on Sunday, peering through the slightly cracked glass to try and catch the eye of the brothers.

back on hiatus for a bit

we got the message that my aunt may have cancer (we’ll get the result on monday) and she is one of my favourite people in the world so i need a moment to process this

she camps with quite a lot of health issues already so the chances of her making it out alive are pretty slim if she does end up having this and even if it’s something else, surgery/other types of treatment may not be an option either

the coffeeshop social media edit series is not discontinued but on hold until i can more or less function again i guess

someone tell me why i thought going into academia was a good idea?