palmettomonsters:

{’oh! your hand is cold.’}

ghahfa:

He quietly slid from time.

strewbi: Do you ever think about how like, the Noah we fell in love with was a much dimmer, quieter version of himself when he was alive, and he couldn’t really remember himself, but the one thing he had IN SPADES was love. He loved everything and everyone around him so strongly, even when he…

malieatate:

She hugged it. Him. Noah. She didn’t care if he wasn’t quite human anymore. She would keep calling whatever this was Noah for as long as it wanted to be called Noah. And she was glad that he could read her thoughts in that moment, because she wanted him to know how thoroughly she believed that. 

Her body went icily cold as she let Noah draw energy from her, her arms tight around his neck. 

cabeswateronan:

trk countdown | april 7 → favorite ronan moment

MURDERED

The writing continued until the driver’s side glass was clear, entirely swept clean by an invisible finger, until there were so many words that none of them could be read. Until it was only a window into an empty car with the memory of a burger on the passenger seat.

Stepping forward, leaning over the hood of the car, Ronan pressed his finger to the windshield, and while they watched, he wrote:

REMEMBERED

bidameron:

queer trc aesthetics + genderfluid noah czerny