#feyre you fucking dumbass

[shadowqueenjude]

The Inner Circle only tolerates Feyre because she's Rhysand's mate.

Lucien was Feyre's first friend in the Fae world. He loves her for her.

The Inner Circle "befriended" Fae Feyre.

Lucien befriended Feyre when she was still human.

The Inner Circle refuses to call her out on anything, insisting she's always in the right (unless she questions Rhysand).

Lucien, like any true friend should do, is not afraid to call Feyre out on her shit.

The Inner Circle acts like Rhysand is a fucking angel.

Lucien was the only one who brought up Feyre's sexual assault under the mountain and questioned Rhysand's morals.

Y'all can't compete.

[fortunatelyannoyingcrown]

Ferret Stans going at it with their dumb takes and Olympic level mental gymnastics

Instead of whining about people supporting Tamlin, why don't you Ferret Stans put some fucking accountability on that twat you Stan, and realise, that she is, in fact, a bloody mass murderer?.IT IS A FACT. You can't argue, she is a big girl and deserve to be HL or whatever and then also can't stand it when people want her to take accountability for her actions as someone in power.Stan her all you want, but don't distort facts to try and make the rest of us sympathize with that murderous bitch.

We👏🏽fucking👏🏽won't.

Why does it matter to y'all that people hate Ferret?She has been repulsive to their favorite characters, of course they don't like her.She's also gotten away with way worse shit and after hurting other people while their favorites are raked over the coals for their past sins, that no amount of making for it up is enough.The narrative punishes them and rewards Ferret, that's why they don't like her.

And the hate is justified. Sorry, we are not as manipulated and fooled as the rest of y'all by that monster.

In short, just in case Ferret Stans are actually reading this, I just want to say-

Feyre Archeron sucks.She is a nasty, two faced hypocritical c*nt who is a cowardly POS while expecting everyone to take her seriously.They won't, because not only is she all the above, but she is also a dumbass who lacks basic critical thinking ability

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

Haddie Re-Reads Wings and Embers and Plots Murder

sure jan. imagine how insecure you have to be that you go picking fights with twenty three year olds when you’re five hundred

oh yeah but they could’ve send fae nesta there, right?!

so he knew how easy it was to break into the manor and still left no protection. “cost them their lives” well all the workers and servants fucking died and nesta and elain were Made anyway, so thanks for nothing igz

take a shot every time cassian sexualizes nesta in his pov

lmaoooo. nesta i miss you, come home plish😔

literally no understanding of personal space, fucking dumbass

god he’s so weird. “is your maidenhead intact” westerosi lord looking headass

i’m gonna kill him. i’ll find a way

yes, nesta, yes he has

WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH??! “a diversion” she clearly does not want to tell you dipshit

UNHAND HER YOU FIEND

anyone? yea ok, go find feyre and we’ll see

honestly just go marry her atp like actually

“bigot” yeah cuz a human hating the fae who literally had their ancestors enslaved for millenia is the bigot. and they do have good reasons, what the fuck is this shit. sarah your racism is showing again.

this is so horrifying. like i’m actually scared for her. nesta run pls

that works too

brother eughh

[danikamariewrites]

can i please request a rhysand x reader where reader is extremly blunt, like they’re at a high lord meeting and beron keeps chatting shit and she just says something like ”oh my gods does he ever shut up? ” or ” no one here wants to hear you speak anymore ” and rhys just loves it even tho he has a stone face. Or when she’s in the mood and they’re at dinner w the inner circle she says ”do you wanna fuck?” or ”i’m horny let’s go home” and everyone stares at her with amusement bc she’s so real🤞 and one time she might be getting hit on and the guy just doesn’t quit so she lists all the things wrong with him, not to be rude but bc she honestly thinks that. PLEASE🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🖤

Rhys x reader who does not give two fucks hc

A/n: I wish I could be this blunt 😂 If I were this honest every problematic person in my life would be gone

Rhys loved that you were an honest person

You aren’t afraid to speak your mind and he found it quite amusing since he couldn’t really say what he wanted

The inner circle finds it funny

You even rival Amren for bluntness

You two butt heads sometimes but it makes for fun entertainment

Something everyone feels bad about is telling Cassian no but you have no issue shutting down his dumbass ideas

“No Cass. That’s a shit idea babe.” “What?! Why?” “Cassian I could list a million reasons but you wouldn’t listen to a Single one.”

You and Azriel got a long very well

He’d even ask you to come to a few interrogations bc your bullshit detector is amazing

You can always tell when someone is lying

If you guys are out at Rita’s you’d be staring at Rhys watching him dance which is very hot

Back at the table while you all wait for more drinks you’re just staring at him, your feet in his lap as you stroke his jaw you just blurt out, “Im done here. Can we go home and fuck?”

Cassian and Mor would be shocked and then have that face like ‘yeah she’d say that’

Rhys was pulling you from the booth winnowing you home immediately

High Lords meetings are whole other ordeal

You can’t hide when you don’t like someone on your face

And there are A LOT of people you don’t like

The main two you hate are Tamlin, for what he did to Feyre and her sisters, and Beron bc he’s an abuser and a moron

Beron is complaining about the human lands again and how we’re too connected now

No one would cut him off for the safety of everyone else

You’d be lightly hitting your head on the back of your chair, your face pulled in an annoyed look

“Oh my gods!” Everyone turns to you and Rhys just gives you an amused look

“Excuse me?” Beron says like he can’t believe someone would cut him off “you’re excused if you’re going to keep complaining. No one can stand your shit. It’s all mindless crap with you. Wah-wan-wah not everything can go your way Beron!”

You settled back in your chair

Your court was trying not to laugh, Rhys had a straight face, and Eris was trying not to smile

Helion made eye contact with you and he looked like a kid in a candy shop

“Well…” Thesan said carefully, “I think we’re done for the day.”

Rhys winnowed you home and you all had a good laugh about Beron that night

[feyrescourt]

It’s interesting to me that #that side of the fandom loooooves to say that Mor is going to be a villain, evil, a traitor to the NC, etc. but are up in arms when we simply point out that Gwyn has lightsinger forshadowing (which doesn’t mean she’s “evil” by any means). One of these is written into the text and the other is not…..

Aside from that hypocrisy, why are there these massive discussions of a potential Lucien or Gwyn book when, mind you, it was Mor who had POVs in ACOFAS… Mor is essentially one of Feyre’s sisters, and while she may not be an Archeron she’s still FEYRE’S family, and has been an integral character in the series since ACOMAF.

Why is it Feyre’s family who’s constantly seen as the problem? The people who put their lives on the line to save Prythian and the world? Why in the fuck would two people who are not even close to Feyre get books over her chosen sister?? The IC is constantly catching strays from these dumbass theories, and people forget that this series would be nothing without them.

Their theories are rootless and they change with the wind. These people LOVED Cassian 10 months ago, and now hate him bc he sided with Rhys (who was right lol). I say this all the time so forgive me for being a broken record, but you guys clearly DON’T like the main characters or the series, so just put it down. 🤣

[wingsdippedingold]

My statement on ACOTAR characters

(unedited; really just a brain dump)

I know I use a lot of pro and anti tags when it comes to ACOTAR, and while I do have characters I like more than others, I really just dislike them as a whole. I think the series is poorly written and SJM is the one I actually hate.

I honestly can't really criticize or defend any character properly, because the characters themselves are just deficiently made. They all come from the same dumbass author. The main thing keeping me in the fandom are the actual people in it, because they have actual thoughts that make sense, and I find discussing the topics presened entertaining. So I don't wanna hear any "Well if you hate the books so much stop talking about them" bs

I don't hate Rhysand, in fact I think he has a lot of cool moments. I like the idea of him not bowing to anyone but his own people, so he got a knee tat of Velaris (even if I think its dorky). I enjoy his outlook on what's right, and I did genuinely like him early on. But I think the way SJM writes his actions (especially political ones) and their justifications incredibly disjointed poorly thought out. I think he's wrongfully used and justified and digs people into a bad way of thinking ethically because SJM has made no move to do anything but portray him as a white knight. Had the narrative acknowledge some of the things he's done as actually bad, in fact that most of them have bad outcomes for some even if they benefit others, I'd have no issue with him. SHe just writes him doing heinous things for reason and then is like "Oh but he's traumatized so its okay!"

I don't dislike Feyre, but I think she's often shoved into a backseat role in her own series. I know this is a multi-pov story, but seriously? How the fuck did SJM make Feyre's pregnancy climax to nothing more than more Nesta hate??? Why was her experience and thoughts just completely missing in the plot that literally revolved around her?? I find her flaws charming, and yet they're often forgotten or used to justify things that shouldn't be justified. I don't have any issue with her beyond the SC disaster. But, I think the fact that there's Feyre antis in general speaks to how bad of a writer SJM is. You can't even make people agree on liking your main fucking character? In fact most Feyre antis are Pro Nestas... which is ridiculous. How poorly do you have to write for people to pit sisters against each other WHEN YOUR MAIN TROPE IS FOUND FAMILY. The way SJM uses Feyre pisses me off endlessly

I think Feysand has its moments, and I don't hate anything about them specifically - but rather how they're presented and treated by the narrative. I think they make sense together, and I prefer them to Feylin, but I hate how SJM and fans bend over backward to justify everything.

I'm not a Nesta stan, I just think the narrative (and especially SF) is an injustice to real world issues and the logic used against her makes no sense in reference to the other characters. SJM says she loves her so much, but shows her none. I find the way the fandom treats her lacking empathy, and SJM has done nothing to actually better her character. I think its ridiculous no one acknowledge that she grew up in the same fucking cottage as Feyre with the same parents. SJM constantly dredges up new shit to pit her and Feyre against each other instead of just letting them be happy. She treats Nesta like she's irredeemable, and when she does "redeem" herself its literally in service to the people who are forcing her to fix herself??? She's used as a point for juvenile drama and placed in a cycle of being antagonized with no outlet to place blame. See my full thoughts on her here

I don't actually despise the ic, I think they all are just wasted and thrown into whatever whirlwind situation gives SJM a boner. I think Morrigan had so much potential, but SJM decided it would be better to use her for petty drama and forwarding a ship. I don't hate her because she doesn't do anything for the woman in the CoN, because quite frankly I don't think SJM has thought that far. I don't think Cassian's the worst man alive, but I think SJM has a poor grasp on him and what a healthy relationship (even in the bounds of a fantasy novel) is. And I just find Azriel particularly useless, he's not a thoughtful sensitive soul, he's just yet to be focused on. And I do not look forwards to the day he is, based on his first and only current pov.

I'm not a Tamlin stan, in fact I really don't care for his character, but I think he suffers from lazy writing and some severe character assassination. I think the switch up on his character after the first book is absolutely ridiculous.

I dislike how SJM throws Elain around and treats her like a little precious baby and making her out to be an airhead whos absolved from the same crimes Nesta's hated for.

I'm not an SJM fan, I'm an avid SJM hater. I actually despise her, and while I won't write out my entire long list of grievances with her here, just know that literally all of my issues with the series would be gone if she was just a better person and writer. Seriously, I think she lacks so much mechanical and analytical skill (which is crazy, she's been publishing books for 12+ years and written like 15) and I see no change in the future. She constantly retcons, switches characters up for whatever her narrative calls for, and sacrifices good character writing for a fast track to mediocre faerie smut.

I hate the way she sexualized Feyre's experience under the mountain. I hate the way she immediately objectified Feyre when she got pregnant (the blurb describing Feyre walking around while pregnant is insanely kinky and I hate it). I hate the way she throws around trauma and mental illness like cute little stickers so that she can pick and choose the aspects she thinks are cool. I hate that she's fucked up people's perception of abuse and mental illness. I hate the way she uses poc and steals credit for representation she didn't care to make. This isn't even all of it, its just what I can remember within the 9 minutes I spent writing this brain dump. SJM does not deserve more of my time 😭

If I was a character in the series I genuinely think I'd avoid all of them, because I don't care, and if I somehow did have to be cornered with any of them, I'd hate all of them. But If I ever faced up with the mother (aka Sarah), it'd be on sight. My hatred for her knows no bounds. Hate is a strong word, and one I used so many times in this post (something SJM does a lot too though, so I'm not worried, seriously get a thesaurus and stop using the same phrases every 6 pages) because it's true.

[1800naveen]

It's funny when I see Tik Tok slideshows with High Lady Feyre and how her title is so cool.

Since she got the title, has she done anything besides painting with people? Rhysand does the work while she paints?

Isn't she being a housewife with this? No offense but... Actually, fuck it. Full offense, take it with a pinch of salt or a hand full and shove it up your ass.

How about helping out in Illyria or Hewn City? They got slums in Velaris but these guys are building their sixth mansion or some shit. SLUMS.

And the stupid death pact. "But after everything they went through" Zip it. Yes, they went through stuff but it's a dumbass decision to decide on a pact that if one dies, the other dies too. This is fucked up what I'm going to say (like the most fucked up thing I'm going to say) but on one day, I was thinking about this death pact and it was reminding me of something. After some time, what it reminded me of was Adolf and Eva Bruan killing themselves on the same day. I'm aware that I'm fucked up for thinking of this, don't comment it out. (I felt some regret for even thinking it the first time). Here's a better alternative: Bonnie and Clyde.

You leave your son an orphan. Who the fuck is going to rule after they're gone? None from the inner circle can, I assume. And if they can, don't because they're going to immediately mess it up.

And how the fae age and stuff, Feyre being in her twenties when she was with child is odd. Is that the fae version of a teenage pregnancy? She should've been in the club.

Remember when people were hyping up Crescent City 3 and expected Aelin to be in it so that we would have the main protagonist trio all fighting? Where's it at? Aelin is chilling in her world (Good for her. She shouldn't have to suffer dealing with Rhysand). I heard that Feyre wasn't even in the book because she was taking care of Nyx? Haven't read Crescent City so correct me if I'm wrong. And then, we have big daddy Rhysand taking the spotlight and acting like a prick towards Nesta, Ember, and Bryce. He says to Nesta that she should've taken Bryce's head off??? What the fuck?

Nesta saying that she wouldn't be killed or executed, at least not now or not today makes me sad for her. She deserves so much better, I'll shout it to the rooftops.

TLDR: Bonnie and Clyde did it better than Feysand ever could.

[cowpokeomens]

Is it alright if i request jolly x reader

with reader cockwarming jolly before bed

My mans J-dawg is so underrepresented in this cult so Imma write for him first, nonnie.

If you've sent in a request in the last week or so, I see you!!! I'm gonna be going to town writing for the next few days so pls do not feel I'm ignoring you!!

Anyways, let's get slutty! I tried to make this gender neutral (we all got holes baby!!!) so I hope that all EIGHTEEN AND UP AUDIENCES will enjoy, mwah love u <3

You had never been superb at “reading the room.” It took you until your mid-20’s to catch on when people were hitting on you, and what felt like even longer to catch onto the weird passive-aggressiveness of your last roommate (Who the fuck even leaves a sticky note for coffee left in the pot overnight? It’s not like it was going to detonate!) But Jolly- you could read him like a book. It came easy as breathing, picking up on the minute shifts in his mood. You’d be at dinner with friends, and his eyes would linger on you for a half-second too long, and you’d know: He wants to leave, now. He’d blink slowly, face impassive, and you could tell he’s fighting back the urge to pop off at some dumbass music executive over superfluous deadlines. You knew what every micro-expression meant. Tonight though- tonight Jolly was restless. 

You’d both laid down in bed 45 minutes ago, you reading your fairy-porn novel of the week, Jolly thumbing through some music magazine in another language. You didn’t have time to linger on how you’d both become an old married couple, though, because of his incessant leg-shaking.

It was the occasional foot-tap at first. Every few seconds, his foot would change directions, an innocent gesture. 15 minutes in, he was shifting his entire body every few seconds, jostling the bed with him. For the rest of the time, though, his leg was just- shaking. Bouncing on the mattress like a kid counting “Monkeys On the Bed.” With a sigh, you shut your novel. 

“Not enjoying your book?” He asked casually, almost vibrating. 

“I was enjoying it immensely, actually- Rhys was about to put Feyre through the mattress- but someone is doing their best impression of a sentient Hitachi wand next to me in bed.”

His leg stopped at once, and he turned to you apologetically. “I’m sorry, älskling. I’m having a hard time winding down. There’s a bridge in one of the new songs that’s got us all stumped, and-”

“Hush.” You said softly. “You don’t have to apologize, I’m not mad. Just concerned.” You placed your book on your bedside table, crawling over to straddle his lap. A year ago it would have made him stiffen up immediately (it still might), but nowadays there was less lust driving your relationship, more of an ebb and flow in emotional output to help balance each other. You had fucked like bunnies those first few months, but now you had both accepted that you were it for each other- you could take all the time you wanted, without the need to rip off each other’s pants to feel close. Still, though- you knew your partner. 

You leaned in close, nose tracing along the column of his neck. He exhaled shakily, hands coming up to rub your hips soothingly. You kissed him once, twice, feeling his cock twitch in his pants in response. You were still rubbing along his neck when you asked, “Want me to keep you warm?”

His next breath was heavy with relief, like drinking water when you didn’t even know you were thirsty. “Please.”

You nodded, coming up to kiss him on the tip of his nose, one hand snaking into his pants as you began to jerk his length to hardness. His eyes slipped shut, hands still heavy on your hips. He was full in no time at all, hot in one hand as the other reached over to rummage around in his bedside table. When you finally pulled out a tube of lube, he opened his eyes. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t-”

“Hush.” You said again. “I’m not young and spry like you, I can’t just get it up whenever.”

He snorted. “I’m older than you, älskling.”

You rolled your eyes. “I want to. I just need a little assistance tonight.” As you finished your sentence, you rubbed your hole with two slippery fingers, sighing as you slowly eased them in. It only took a minute or two for the muscle to relax, after which you popped your fingers out, wiping them on Jolly’s pillow. 

He frowned at you. “I haven’t had to sleep with lube on my pillow since I was, what, 19?”

You grinned wickedly. “Don’t I make you feel young?”

He huffed a laugh, sliding further down on the bed so it was easier for you to situate yourself. You grabbed his length, lining it up with your entrance, sliding down slowly. Even with the lube, there was a stretch that had become familiar and pleasant over the time you two had spent together. Jolly sighed underneath you, jaw going slack as his muscles relaxed. You finally bottomed out, leaning forward to rest your head against his chest. His hands came up to rub your back slowly, slipping under your shirt in a fluid motion. 

“D’ya wanna roll over?” You mumbled into his chest feeling full and sleepy already. 

“Mhm.” Was his affirmative, gingerly maneuvering your bodies so that you were both on your sides, facing each other. Even with his gentle movements, you could feel him shift inside you, making you gasp.

“Sorry, älskling.” He murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

You quieted the horny monster that lived inside you for the time being, promising yourself the morning. You could be good, for now. “S’okay.” You murmured back.

The hand that was rubbing your back wrapped tighter around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. You slowly wrapped your leg around his waist, making sure not to move too quickly. He let out one last deep breath, then you could feel him fall asleep. It wasn’t longer after that you followed suit, the heaviness inside you a comfort.

[nestaismommy]

I’m actually so fucking done.

1) Nesta was not taking advantage of Feyre’s “kindness” by spending Rhysand’s money. She was coping for fucks sake. She was sick. Alcohol helped. She needed help. She wasn’t in her right mind. I cannot with these dumbasses saying she took advantage of bla bla bla. Did you not read the fucking book?

There was anger, occasionally. Sharp, hot anger that sliced her.

But most of the time it was silence.

Ringing, droning silence.

She hadn’t felt anything in months. Had days when she didn’t really know where she was or what she’d done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by.

She didn’t know what she was doing because she’s mentally and physically sick.

2) Nesta cares about Feyre. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have warned her about the mercenaries robbing her. Then Nesta proceeded to work with a mercenary to get Feyre back, and proceeded to ask her abusive boyfriend to help her, and he refused, so she left him and he tried to r/ape her. She risked her life, going near the wall, to get her sister back.

Then a slender hand clamped onto my forearm, dragging me away. I knew it was Nesta before I even looked at her. “They’re dangerous,” Nesta hissed, her fingers digging into my arm as she continued to pull me from the mercenary. “Don’t go near them again.”

She shrugged, looking at the sliver she’d pried from the table. “I hired that mercenary from town to bring me a week after you were taken. With the money from your pelt. She was the only one who seemed like she would believe me.

“What happened to Tomas Mandray?” I asked, the words strangled.

“I realized he wouldn’t have gone with me to save you from Prythian.” ~ Nesta

3)I don’t even like Elain that much but she does care about Feyre. She even gifted her paint during their years of poverty. Elain was apologetic and acknowledged that they failed Feyre. She convinced Nesta to help Feyre and the others, as Feyre helped them during those years of poverty. Nesta also was apologetic, and regretted everything she did.

And it hadn’t stopped her from buying me three small tins of paint—red, yellow, and blue—during that same summer I’d had enough to buy the ash arrow.

She put a hand on Nesta’s knee, the purple of my sister’s gown nearly swallowing up the ivory hand. “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help … others.” ~ Elain

Elain sat a little higher as she said to Cassian, “And as for Feyre’s hunting during those years, it was not Nesta’s neglect alone that is to blame. We were scared, and had received no training, and everything had been taken, and we failed her. Both of us.” ~ Elain.

She bowed over her knees, saying into her palms, “I can’t undo it. I can’t fix it. I can’t fix that he is dead, I can’t fix what I said to Feyre, I can’t fix any of the horrible things I’ve done. I can’t fix me.” ~ Nesta

She blurted, “All the things I’ve done before—” ~ Nesta

“Leave them in the past. Apologize to who you feel the need to, but leave those things behind.” ~ Cassian

“Forgiveness is not that easy.” ~ Nesta

“Forgiveness is something we also grant ourselves….” ~ Cassian

Stroking Feyre’s cold hand, Nesta spoke into the timeless, frozen room, “You loved me when no one else would. You never stopped. Even when I didn’t deserve it, you loved me, and fought for me, and ...” Nesta looked at Feyre’s face, Death a breath away from claiming it. She didn’t stop the tears that ran down her cheeks as she squeezed Feyre’s slender hand tighter. “I love you, Feyre.” ~ Nesta

Apologies aren’t just verbal. Actions speak louder than words and some words are left unspoken. This is Elain making up for it. This is Nesta making up for it and non-verbally apologizing.

3) Feyre only hunted because of the promise she made to her mother and she isn’t kind.

She wasn’t like Nesta, who had been born with a sneer on her face.

A kind sister doesn’t talk about her sister that way. Which shows us that they were both rude to each other. Nesta isn’t the only bitch.

“No, she just spent whatever money I didn’t hide from her, ”

Feyre just admitted she hides the money. So no, Nesta didn’t spend all the money.

Some days, I couldn’t tell which of us was the most wretched and bitter.

“But I’m freezing with my raggedy old cloak,” Elain pleaded. “I’ll shiver to death.” She fixed her wide eyes on me and said, “Please, Feyre.” She drew out the two syllables of my name—fay-ruh—into the most hideous whine I’d ever endured

This isn’t funny, clearly she needs a cloak because she’s cold. Feyre didn’t give a shit and proceeded to describe how hideous her whine is.

“I thought you were going to chop wood today.” Nesta picked at her long, neat nails. “I hate chopping wood. I always get splinters.”

She always gets splinters. Meaning this is something Nesta always does. So no, she didn’t just sit on her ass and do nothing.

“Get the knives ready,” I said, not bothering to sound pleasant. “I’ll be out soon.”

Clearly they are in charge of the house while Feyre hunts.

Every time I looked toward a horizon or wondered if I should just walk and walk and never look back, I’d hear that promise I made eleven years ago as she wasted away on her deathbed.

So if she never made that promise, there was a chance she’d run away and leave her family. It was only the promise that had her hunt.

“Believe me,” I said to her, “the day you want to marry someone worthy, I’ll march up to his house and hand you over. But you’re not going to marry Tomas.”

Feyre doesn’t even tell her the reason, she just barks orders. And it almost feels like she’s telling Nesta she’d be happy to get rid of her.

“We have nothing to offer them—no dowry; no livestock, even. While Tomas might want to marry you … you’re a burden.”

So my point is, Nesta wasn’t the only bitchy one. So was Feyre. That’s just how they are. I’m so tired of people telling me Feyre was always kind and all she ever did was love Nesta. Yes, I believe they both love each other, but she wasn’t kind. Nesta wasn’t kind either. I don’t think anyone has room for kindness when they are starving. Let’s not forget that they went through years of poverty.

[writingsbychlo]

Harbor

this was so cute actually, I'm so sorry it took so long. I hope y'all love this

“Who’s fucking idea was it to come to the harbour?” Az growled, rubbing his hand soothingly across your back. You winced, another slow drift of nausea building in your stomach, rolling and building like the waves you were trying so hard not to look at. 

“I’m fine, Az.”

“You’re eight months pregnant, and you’ve been sick over the railing three times!” He scoffed, but when he actually turned to look at you, his eyes softened. There was a glass in your hands, half-drained that you’d been sipping slowly, but as the smell of seafood shifted over you on the breeze, your stomach clenched, and you spun back to the railing, gagging over the edge. 

“Can pregnant women even eat seafood, Cassian?”

“I thought there would be other options!” He defended, and Nesta only glared at him, shaking her head slowly. 

“It’s on the harbour, and it’s called ‘the Sea Bar’, Cassian. You’re such a dumbass.” Her eyes now rolled, and Feyre hid her laugh in Rhys’ shoulder, who hid his own in his wife’s hair. 

“It’s fine, it’s an honest mistake.” You rubbed at your stomach, finally managing to choke back the nauseous feeling. When you refocused, Cassian wore a guilty look on his face, looking very much like a kicked puppy, and you reached up. Settling a hand on his cheek, you swept a thumb over his cheekbone, cooing at his pouting. “Oh, sweetie, don’t be sad. It’s fine. We all make mistakes, and I’m fine, see?”

“Okay.” He sighed, shoulders slumping, and Rhys couldn't hide the sudden bellow of laughter that cracked out of him. 

“You totally just mom’d him!”

“You be quiet, Rhysand.” His jaw snapped shut, biting the inside of his lip as all that sweetness melted away, and Azriel whistled lowly behind you as your eyes narrowed. “He’s a sweet little baby who doesn’t know any better. You’re a High Lord and you’ve had a pregnant mate, what is wrong with you?”

“How has this been turned around on me? Hold on—”

“She’s kinda right, Rhys. My pregnancy was a hot mess.” Feyre shrugged, and Rhys turned to gape at her.

“I wanted you to have a happy pregnancy! It’s Nesta who opened her mouth and—”

“Oh, so we’re on that again? I thought we were over that!”

As chaos descended, Azriel dropped a kiss to your temple, plucking the glass from your hand and sliding his hand further around your waist once he’d put it down.

“How about I take you home and turn this night right back around? I’ll make that ridiculously cheesy pasta meal you’re always craving, and I’ll rub your feet and read to you.” His brows rose, your hands sliding up his warm chest, over the dress shirt you’d forced him into, only for the whole night to go south. 

“Careful, Az. I haven’t had this baby yet, you keep talkin’ like that, I’m gonna need to give you another. You’re trouble.” The male only smirked, a flash of heat through his eyes, and his hand rubbed over your swollen belly. 

“Well, I did discover just how much I love looking at you pregnant, maybe that’s my master plan.”

You giggled, raising your brows a little. “Take me home so I can brush my teeth and we can make out.”

“My pleasure, honey.”

[velarisdusk]

god i hate the narrative that cassian is just some dumb bumbling brute and it’s all sarah janet’s fault with acosf. like idk abt yall but i remember him being pretty well spoken before that book?? like i remember my voice for him while reading was like,, not quite regal but like NICE IDK, and during sf bc of the way he was speaking it turned into like,, a bimbo jock idfk

and i mean he literally studies and implements war strategy for a living, that’s his life’s work, that takes BRAINS. and listen, have we seen things go wrong on that front more often than not? sure, yes. but i urge you to remember that the war against hybern and the queens was unprecedented for ALL of them. they’d never fought in anything as batshit as that before, sure the War, BUT WAS THE CAULDRON IN PLAY?? NO

ON TOP OF THAT, a point i’ve seen many times is that he literally helped feyre process her trauma SO WELL in acomaf, and you mean to tell me he had to be TOLD nesta, HIS MATE, was scared of fire??? when he literally saw her flinch and wince every time they were around fire?? be fucking for real dude.

in short, sjm i don’t know what you did with the real cassian, but bring him back right the fuck now. i don’t like the dumbass you brought in that you’re trying to pass off as him

[javaghoul]

alright, so

going off my stupid HC the other day about Yoriko forcing Touka to read a shitty YA book. Yoriko has been banging on about a book series for evveeeer. Keeps telling Touka how amazing it, so Touka pity reads it.

It's ACOTAR by Sarah J Maas.

At first Touka is not impressed. She hears it's a Beauty and the Beast retelling and is like 🥱🙄 but then she reads that the MC is illiterate and has a dead mum, a pathetic father, and two dumbass siblings she has to singlehandedly support.

That's interesting.

She reads on and finds out that the Fae are ostracized and humans want to FUCKING KILL THEM.

She understands that situation.

Then she discovers that the Fae are FORCED to wear masks

🤨🤨🤨

And then it's revealed that not all Fae are bad - just MiSuNdErStOoD.

It's at this point where Touka is seriously wondering if the author is a ghoul

Dont tell anyone - and she'll deny it if you do - but Touka is pretty hooked on this book. She thinks Feyre is a nob, but she can relate to the Fae?! Is Maas using fantasy as a way to discretely tell others how unfairly ghouls are portrayed??

And then Touka gets to the part where Feyre constantly talks about her "bowels turning to water' and Toukas like "nah 😑"

She has to keep sidestepping Yoriko when she tries to press the rest of the series on her.

[stargirlfeyre]

The only reason you think they're infantatilizing the sisters is because you're a child yourself. It's like when you're a kid, and Ariel says she's a grown-up at 16. You'll get older and realize that anything under like 26-30 is a child, too. People in their 20s are meant to do dumb shit. 25 is when the brain is finally fully formed. All of the Archerons are immature children you're putting too high of expectations on.

Well no the reason I think they’re infantilizing the sisters is because all of them are old enough to be held accountable for their actions yet only one is. I’m 19 years old and I still understand that I can be held accountable for my actions because I am not a child. In the real world if I do something fucked up I will not be treated like one. Nesta and Elain are grown ass women. I don’t care when the brain “develops” you stop being a child once you get out of your teen years. Saying “anything below 26-30” is a child is just wild.

People in their 20s do dumb shit but they’re still adults. Doing/saying dumb shit does not make you a child. I mean we all know wisdom doesn’t come with age because look at all the dumbasses on here who are 30? Are they considered children too just because they say dumb shit?

It’s funny how you got into my anons trying to prove why Nesta and Elain shouldn’t be held accountable for their actions but all you did was infantilize them even more. Just proving my point that y’all see those two girls as children. And y’all have the nerve to say WE infantilize Feyre. I’ve never once called her a child meanwhile you’re calling two women who are in their 20s “children”.

Being young ≠ being a child. I think it’s going to take some time for you to fully understand that.

[simply-ellas-stuff]

As much as I understand why it was Feyre, it would have been FASCINATING if Elain has been the one with a dangerous pregnancy in acosf.

Like imagine her and Az (bc let's be real, no one else has wings) got it on at some point between books 4 and 5 and she got pregnant it was like a whole shit storm.

Like imagine the absolutely fucking horror of them finding out about the wings tho?

Feyre who quite literally sacrificed her youth to hunt for Elain to eat finding out that Elain might just die doing what she's best at - making new life.

Nesta who would have sold her body just to make sure Elain had a roof over her head finding out that her Elain was in almost near constant danger - worse than thorn roses in a garden.

And then Rhys, Rhys who looked at Elain and saw his own little sister finding all of this out before even Elain and Azriel (high lords know everything first) and doesn't even know how to properly articulate it. So he ends up blurting it across mental lines to Azriel.

Imagine if it had been Feyre to decide to keep it a secret, always under estimating her older sister. Neither Azriel nor Nesta had really wanted to argue against Feyre's "It's elain, she's been through enough. It's our job to protect her, well find a solution then present everything to her".

However, Azriel quite literally was bound to secrecy by Rhys later on when he came to talk to Feyre about if it was really the right thing to do. High Lord's order and all.

Imagine it had been Nesta to blurt it to Elain, only for Elain to absolutely lose it. On every single fucking person.

No, Nesta didn't just blurt it in a private argument. No she blurted it in front of everyone right after Elain tossed out that little thing about Elain's trauma and Nesta. And Elain takes it in stride and processes it in milliseconds. Then explodes.

She makes it exceptionally clear that she already fucking knew the baby had wings (seer? remember? dumbasses.) but she hadn't seen that her entire supposed family would keep it from her. [and yes, later that night, azriel promptly apologized with groveling that quite literally had him on his knees]

And that was the day that every single person learned not to hide things from a fucking seer who once wielded Truthteller.

And yes, Nesta would save her life with the dead trove. However, Nesta wouldn't have to sacrifice her powers to do it. Nah, the cauldron loves and adores Elain!

[this is an au, it's barebones, it's just a fun little idea i had. You do not need to comment about how wrong it is or what you disagree with. Thank you 😊]

[climbthemountain2020]

Hope of Spring - Chapter 19

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Ch. 18 here :)

Penny was looking out over the snowy-peaked mountains of Velaris, wondering how the stars managed to shine so brightly here all the time, when she got pelted in the head with a snowball.

“Ow.” She whipped around to Nesta, grinning happily at her with hands behind her back. Penny brushed the snow out of her hair and stuck out her tongue.

“Are you coming inside or not, dumbass?” Nesta asked, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. Penny returned her smile and walked over to grasp Nesta’s outstretched arm in hers, swaying a bit as the fae wine reminded her it was still swimming delightedly through her veins.

“It’s pretty out here, dumbass. I’m sorry if I wanted to take in the sights while I visit.”

“You’re literally here twice a week. Do you not see the sights often enough? There’s chocolate indoors. And dirty books. And an army of tiiiiiny baby pegasi that may or may not be making an appearance later. It is obviously the superior location.” The two wound through the halls of the House of Wind until they reached the private library. Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, Elain, and Nuala were already there, draped over various couches and pillows, treats everywhere, with a fire blazing in the massive fireplace.

“No Feyre today? I thought Amren and Varian had the kids?”

“They do,” Nuala chimed in. “So Feyre is taking the time to sleep.” She grinned. The children of the Night Court were absolutely wild, and the High Lord and Lady notoriously took every break they could to squeeze in a nap or other activities when they had the chance.

Penny grinned and plopped down in a mountain of pillows next to Gwyn and the fireplace, picking up a plate of macarons and shoving a sparkly purple one into her mouth.

“It’s fucking cold outside.” Penny forced out through a mouthful of sugar. “This fire is nice.” Emerie tossed a pillow that hit her smack in the face.

“Chew with your mouth closed, you heathen,” Mor teased, easing an arm around Emerie’s back, draping it over her wings. “Were you raised with beasts?”

“No, just one that she currently lives with.” Nesta joked, earning the same pillow thrown at her in retaliation.

“Rude.” Penny laughed. She’d never really had girl friends, not like this. In the two months since the High Lord’s meeting, she’d begun coming to Velaris twice a week for training with the Valkyries, as well as the occasional dinner and girls night. At first, she had been nervous to join a circle of so many close-knit friends, but they invited her in as one of their own and she’d found she fit right in with them. In a group so large, there was rarely a chance to feel left out or unnoticed–and someone was always prying about wedding plans.

Penny had been content to simply drag Tamlin to a temple and wed him as soon as they’d returned from the summit, but Feyre and crew had caught wind and decided that absolutely not. So, here they were now, a girls’ night a week away from a wedding ceremony. All the plans had been checked and double checked, the dresses and flowers purchased, the food planned, and the guest list finalized. Penny was just ready to be married, having already been mated for months. It all felt rather like a formality at this point, but Tamlin seemed so excited that she could let him have this. She had already planned on forever, but it was nice to see him looking forward to something with such vigor.

She’d never ask, but she got the feeling with how much effort Feyre had put into the planning of everything, that this was her way of silently making up for the past. She knew Tamlin’s last wedding had not exactly panned out, what with her being the runaway bride, so she was doubling down efforts to make sure this was exactly the kind of wedding he’d always hoped for. Penny could deal with that. In fact, the thought alone warmed her heart, and she missed him suddenly.

Training with the Valkyries had been eye-opening and body breaking. She hadn’t known exactly what to expect, having been doing strength training with both Tamlin and Cassian before, but the first day with the girls had just about split her apart. These females meant business, and now, two months later, Penny was proficient with more weapons than she’d ever known had existed before. The camaraderie had been an added bonus that filled her with joy at every turn, and she knew that she’d forged a lifelong bond with these people.

“Penny, when are you going to cut the ribbon? If you do it before your wedding, you could always wear it in your hair.” Gwyn was always pushing her in that quiet yet fiery way. Penny had learned quickly that people took Gwyn’s shyer nature and immediately underestimated her abilities, making her deadly and efficient. It was no wonder that she and Azriel made such a good pair.

Penny leaned back over the pillows, stretching. “Well, shit. Let’s go do it now.”

Mor shrieked. “Ah! Yes! Now?? Like right now?”

“Yes, right now.” Penny jumped back up. Emerie did the same and stumbled.

“But we’ve all been drinking.” She cackled, righting herself.

“Okay, so if I can’t do it, no one will remember. Perfect.” She giggled and began towards the hallway that would lead out towards the large balcony and training ring. “Fetch my sword, Master at Arms!” She laughed uproariously, vaulting over the couches. Nesta sprinted ahead to grab the swords and set up the ribbon, and the girls all filtered out together.

“What are the odds I do this without injuring myself?” Penny mused as she walked outdoors.

“Non-zero,” laughed Elain lightly, pulling the soft blanket she’d brought out with them to cover her belly, now showing very prominently through all her dresses.

Nesta handed Penny the sword and said “Okay, Valkyrie. Show us what you’re made of.” She stood back with the others, crossing her arms and waiting with anticipation.

Penny sidled up to the arch holding the ribbon, positioned herself and the sword, and closed her eyes as the cold breeze fluttered around her, tossing her hair around her face. Though these were just the drunk antics of friends, she knew how important this moment truly was in her heart. If she failed, she could always chalk it up to a night of drinking and try again another time. But she would not fail.

Penny kept her eyes closed and breathed deeply. Almost nine months ago, she’d been another person in another world. Someone directionless and lonely. She’d longed deeply for the push to be something more–to make all those motionless years count for something. She’d found that meaning–or, rather, that meaning had found her. With this incredible group of people, with Tamlin, she had healed. All the different broken pieces of her, scattered to the wind for so long, had been forged into something new, something stronger. And all these wonderful souls had filled the gaps and made her so much stronger than before.

She was a friend, a mate, a warrior. A Valkyrie.

She opened her eyes and, before she could second guess herself, she slashed lightning-fast across the arch. At first, she thought she’d missed it entirely, but then the ribbon fluttered delicately to the ground beneath the arch.

Silence. Utter silence.

Then nothing but screams and shrieks filled the air as all of the females crashed into her, forming a massive, jumping pile around her. A chorus of You did it! We knew you could! One of us! That’s our girl!

The tears came unbidden to Penny’s face as she grasped onto these people who she cared so deeply for now.

“Oh, Penny, don't cry.” whispered Nuala.

“I am just…so incredibly thankful for all of you. Thank you.” She bowed her head and held them all closely, grabbing onto as many of them as she could hold. They surrounded her as the flapping of great wings filled the air above the ring. The girls split apart as Cassian and Azriel let the night air catch their wings and drop them slowly down, and Tamlin and Lucien appeared in the sky above the wards and slammed down to the landing.

“What are all you lovely ladies doing out here so late?” Cassian asked, strutting over to throw his arms around Nesta and kiss the crown of her head as she leaned in.

“Penny cut the ribbon!” Elain said proudly, picking it up off the ground and pressing it into Penny’s hands. She looked down at it as if she still couldn’t believe it herself. Tamlin’s hands came to gather around hers, holding the ribbon with her.

“My little Valkyrie.” He kissed her once. Twice. “I’m proud of you.” She looked up at him, his eyes staring deep into hers.

“Did you and the boys have fun training?” She elbowed him. She loved that he found such companionship within the Night Court now. He and Cassian, especially, had become close in the past months. She knew he’d been sorely in need of male friends, and every time he came with her to the Night Court, she knew his heart opened just a bit more. They’d appointed a small court at home to help when they left for a day or two at a time, and she could tell the time away was doing him good.

“Yes, though Rhys bailed early to go home and ‘sleep’.” Azriel raised an eyebrow as he said the words. He leaned down to whisper, not so quietly, into Gwyn’s ear. “Maybe you and I should go to sleep, too, love.” Gwyn squeaked, turned the brightest of reds, slapped him on the chest, then grabbed his hand in hers and pulled him towards the house.

“Night, everyone!” She shouted behind her, as she and Azriel ran into the house like giggling children.

“A house of teenagers, I tell you.” Lucien grumbled, halfheartedly. “Though, we should probably head to bed, as well. Elain has an appointment early tomorrow. Nesta, do you mind if we stay in the room here tonight?”

“Not at all, if you don’t mind an earful. You know you share a wall with them now.” She shot a pointed look back at the house. “Amazing there aren't any more bat babies running around this city.”

“You’re one to talk.” Penny laughed. “I’ve stayed here enough to know better.”

“I don’t want to hear a word out of you, Miss Briggs.” She shot a look at Tamlin and pointed. “You, too, you great beast.” He laughed and shrugged, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “You are all, of course, welcome to stay here, but I will be heading to bed. Rhys said he and Feyre will be coming up early tomorrow. He found some additional books in Helion’s library that he thought we might be able to look through for more information.”

They’d been doing a great deal of research on everything from her powers, to Vassa’s curse, to Death Gods and more with very little to show for it. Most of what they found was poorly researched and even more poorly translated, but they pushed forward in hopes they would find anything helpful before war was upon them.

Elain had had another vision of the battle with Koeschi alerting them that he was using a human army, Lord Nolan’s army specifically, as well as cast offs from Hybern. Her vision had shown snow on the ground like Penny’s first vision, so they knew the time was coming soon. After the summit meeting, it had been determined that Vassa would send word when she was summoned back to the lake, and that would be the signal for all the courts to converge into the human lands.

Penny hadn’t managed any more visions of the battle, though she’d seen the original vision four more times. Past that, all her visions were of scattered, scrambled, inane things that no one could make sense of. Sometimes, she’d have visions of events that had already occurred, but that wasn’t very helpful to anyone. She’d seen the second task that Feyre and Lucien had faced Under the Mountain once, much to everyone’s displeasure. She’d also witnessed a vision where Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys were chased through the woods of Illyria as children for prodding a sleeping beast. That one, at least, had been funny.

However, the most interesting development was that Penny was retaining more and more powers between contact with the magic of others. She had fire power almost constantly now, and even when she wasn’t focused in on Elain’s powers, she would have small, fragmented visions of things. She recorded each and every vision she had, nonsensical or otherwise, and she shared them all with the Inner Circle every time she came to the Night Court.

Penny and Tamlin had gotten used to staying at the House of Wind when they visited, having become so close with Nesta and Cassian. And the house adored them both, too. When they returned to the room, it had already drawn Tamlin a warm bath with cedarwood oils, and had turned down thick, soft covers for Penny, with a brand new book and cup of tea on the nightstand.

Penny sighed contentedly. Thank you, house. She settled in with her book, sipping her tea until her eyes grew heavy and she laid down. A bit later, she felt the bed dip behind her as Tamlin blew out the candles and lay down behind her, curled tightly to her back. He wound an arm around her waist and pulled her gently back to his chest, breathing deeply with his nose tucked into her hair. She was so close to sleep, so she let herself remain still and quiet so she could drift gently off tucked against him. Then, quiet as a whisper on a breeze, Tamlin spoke into the darkness.

“I can never repay you for what you’ve given me, Penny. This is a life I never dreamed I could have. I love you.” She let the love flow down the bond and embrace her warmly. In that moment, with the hallowed ribbon resting on the bedside table and her heart resting behind her, Penny knew that this was the adventure she’d prayed for.

______________________

When Penny and Tamlin came down to breakfast the following day, Rhys and Feyre had already arrived with large, dusty tomes in hand, and the house had provided a massive spread of food. As people filtered in to sit around the table, Penny grabbed a pastry and shoved it into her mouth. She’d slept hard, though she’d had a few restless dreams that felt like visions, and hadn’t wanted to remove herself from the warm bed or her mate this morning. She kept seeing bloody hands grasped, fire engulfing them both, and shadowy figures darting around them. She felt a little like her head had been filled with cotton this morning, and she wasn’t looking forward to mountains of research. The pastries and hot tea helped, at least a little.

Penny pulled her legs up to her chest in a chair and stretched to pull a large book that appeared older than the mountain itself to her. “Have you found anything interesting yet?” Rhys shook his head.

“I just started looking through them last night, but no, nothing new.” They’d been searching the last few months for any history of someone with powers like hers, trying to see any additional advantage they could possibly have. They felt they knew about as much information as they were going to get about Koeschi. At this point, they were just preparing as best as they could, and looking for any additional loopholes to help them.

They all sipped their tea and ate breakfast as others came and went as their morning’s allowed. A few times, one of them would pause and write something down, but it was all mostly things they’d already come across by this point. After a few hours, and once Elain and Lucien had returned with a clean bill of health for her and the baby, Rhys sat up a bit straighter and shuffled the pages on his book, which caught Penny’s attention.

“Find something?” She asked, tiredly, stretching her arms far above her head and allowing her back to pop satisfyingly. She slumped over onto Tamlin, who also closed his book and leaned back.

“It’s not exactly like your mirroring, but it is sharing power. It’s somewhat like what happened with Feyre and I when we repaired the cauldron. I can barely make out the translation, but it looks like it’s a process of combining magics.”

“Sharing, or mimicking? As far as we’ve seen, I don’t share or take anything, I just copy it.” Rhys nodded, running his hand over his jaw. Feyre came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder to read.

“This seems more like someone borrowing power from someone they trust, so not exactly the same.”

Feyre put her finger to the page and read aloud. “When one has exhausted all of their own power, their carranam can yield their power to them.” Rhys hummed in response, pointing further down the page.

“This isn’t like Penny, though. See? It says here that the power given does not manifest in the receiver as the giver’s power. It only bolsters the receiver’s own power.” Penny deflated, and everyone else at the table seemed to lose the wind in their sails, too.

“Well, it may be a dead end, but it’s the closest we’ve gotten. I can keep checking,” Feyre offered. Penny pushed back from the table.

“I think my eyes need a break. Plus, we need to get back to Spring soon. The last minute planning has me meeting with people all day at this point.” She rubbed her eyes. “Is it alright if I take the book I was reading? I can try to double down on research home.

Rhys nodded, eyes still on the old book he flipped through.

“We’ll see you both in a few days.” Feyre offered, smiling warmly. Tamlin gathered the book Penny had been reading and tucked it under his arm, leading them back to their room to grab their things. As they left the room, he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Don’t worry, Penny. We’re going to find something. There’s still time.”

For everyone’s sake, she hoped so.

_________________________

Penny snuggled farther into the blanket Tamlin had wrapped around her as she scooted closer to the blazing fireplace in their room. It had been substantially colder upon their return to Spring, reminding them in no uncertain terms that the battle with Koeschi was nearing every day.

She thumbed through the old book aimlessly, flipping through the same few pages that she’d already read over and over. She could hear Tamlin rustling around in the study down the hall, so she shut the book, stood, and concentrated on winnowing onto his desk with a smirk. His startled yelp told her she’d been successful.

“Remind me why I taught you to winnow if you’re only going to use it to scare me half to death?” She laughed at his startled expression, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“Come to bed. If I read any more today, my eyes might fall out of my head.” She slumped back onto the desk dramatically. Tamlin let his fingers ghost across her neck as her eyes met his. He trailed them down her collarbones to her chest and rested them over her heart.

“You found something, didn’t you?” Penny’s eyes filled with tears and her lip wobbled as she caught it between her teeth, nodding. Tamlin gathered her in his arms at once and winnowed them to their bed, holding her to him closely.

“I saw it yesterday. I brought the book hoping it was a mistake. I don’t think it is.” Her breathing turned ragged as the tears streamed down her face. “A Death God can only be defeated by power a match to their own. I think it’s me. I have to get close enough to get his power to kill him.”

To his credit, Tamlin held her and nodded, stroking soft caresses down her spine as she heaved.

“Tam, I’m scared. I don’t want them to know, but I’m so afraid. What if this was the sole reason I was sent here? I don’t want to die.” She clutched his shirt in her fists and sobbed. “I don’t want to die. I want to be with you. I want to be old and happy centuries from now. I know it’s selfish, but I haven’t had enough time with you yet. It’s not fair. It’s cruel. I’m finally happy for the first time in my life, and it’s all going to be taken away.” Deep cries shook her body as she curled into him, unwilling to let even a breath of air separate them.

He stroked her hair, kissing her and sighing. “Penny, I will support you no matter what you choose. We can go tell Rhys right now what you found, if that’s what you want. Or, we can burn this book, claim we lost it in the wedding preparation chaos, and no one has to know.” She gave a hollow laugh and wiped at her eyes.

“It’s the right thing to do. It is. But I need to be sad about it first. I just need to mourn the possibility that this beautiful, wonderful life might end before it ever really gets a chance to begin.” She gasped in a rough breath. “I will be devastated if this was all the time that was given to us. But I am thankful for even that.” She looked up at him. “I will always be grateful for this time with you. Even if it’s all we got.” He leaned down to kiss her, slowly and sweetly and thoroughly.

“I love you, Sunshine. No matter what you choose, I love you. That love is not, nor has it ever been, conditional. But if you die, I will go with you.” Her eyes shot up to his.

“Tamlin, you can’t possib–” He held a hand up.

“Let the magic choose someone else. I never wanted this. All I have ever truly wanted is you. There is nothing worth staying for if you aren’t with me.” She closed her eyes as she let the tears drip from her lashes onto his chest.

“We’ll tell Rhys in the morning, then.”

“Until morning, then, sweetheart.”

[gwyns]

I feel like most e/riel’s who say that they don’t like the Valkyrie plot/call it stupid is because either they don’t like Nesta, or they don’t like Gwyn (for obvious reasons), but choose to hide behind mean girl act. Like at least be honest and say the real reason.

this is exactly how i feel, i would respect e/riels a lot more if they just admitted they hate these characters instead of trying to make up dumbass reasons to justify their opinions/behaviors. not that e/riels give a flying fuck about my respect but you know

like it's semi known i don't really like rowaelin, many years ago i would try to come up with reasons for it so i could feel morally superior or something. but now i don't care. i just don't like them and that's enough of a reason lol

i saw an e/riel yesterday arguing that az doesn't really consider nesta a friend because she "threatened feyre" and "hurt elain's feelings" like... cmon... they're sisters. i've had worse squabbles with my siblings. they're fine. just say you hate nesta and go lmfao

one of my favorite parts of acotar actually is the sisters' relationships. they don't get along hardly ever but they protect each other fiercely. not every sibling bond is them being best friends and that's perfectly normal and ok and something i can personally relate to