#ryhsand

[browneyedartist01]

Oh no there's only one bed...

Couldn't he just make a bed like he did at Nesta's house?

No one else is there, why can't he use magic just to make himself one? And if someone did notice just wipe their memory... I thought this dude was the most powerful high lord ever and yet he can't use magic without anyone noticing?

[ayaarts]

I desperately need the Lucien stans from acotar to talk to me because I'm reading acowar and he's SO NICE

I literally Do Not care about any other protagonist Lucien deserves every bit of love and he's just trying to help despite everything Tamlin does

[myfangirlinessononeblog]

fictional men with tragic backstories and sexy thighs? hell yeah. add WINGS???!! oh my fucking GOD i can’t—

[yabooksstuff]

Rereading A Court Of Thorns and Rose's series and still feels like the first time I read it ❤ the song Lovely by Lauren Babic and Seraphim is perfect for them and how I imagine Rhysand to sound ❤️

[booknerd8871]

Forgotten- Azriel x OC part 1

I don’t know how to write an intro so i’ll just say its angsty and cute i guess. Idk its super bad.

Azriel

I stared over the edge of the balcony. The stars were dim just like they have been since Rhys left. The stars only got dimmer as each day passed. It had been nearly fifty years and I was ready to go under the mountain myself just to save them. My thoughts drift to Astra, I can only guess how she is. At least I know she is safe, as long as she is with Rhys then she is safe.

“Az, dinners ready.” Cassian sounds concerned.

“I’m going to go.” I don’t look at my brother, knowing that if I do then I will show my fear.

“We’re all worried but-”

“No!” I spin around. My anger is now out of control and I need to just let it go. “I can’t just stay here safe when I know that they aren’t. Rhys and A-Her need to be saved.” I can’t even say her name anymore, it hurts too badly. 

“Cass, Az! Dinner is getting cold.”

“Azriel, everything will be okay. Come to dinner and you can think about it.”

“I’ve done plenty of thinking.” “Then have one last dinner with us before you go.”

“Fine.”

I sat in my spot and frowned at the two empty chairs. We all ate in silence.

We were all nearly done when Cassian finally spoke up, “You all should know that Azriel is planning on going to save Rhys and Astra and I’m going to-” He was cut off as someone appeared in the room.

We all stared in shock for a while and then Mor squealed and hugged the new person. “Rhys!”

“Hey guys.” He had a big smile on his face as we all took turns hugging him. I looked around in search for her but she seemed to be missing.

“Where’s Astra?” Rhys’ question caused dread to spread through my entire being.

“What do you mean? She was with you, was she not?” Mor asked and suddenly it went quiet.

“No, I didn’t let anyone come with me.”

“But she left a note that she would be going with you.” 

They all kept talking. My shadows began to engulf me. It felt as if I was drowning.

“Az?” I snapped back into focus and wiped emotion from my face.

“What?”

“Are you okay?” Rhys asked and everyone focused on me.

“I’m fine. I’ll send spies out to find her.”

“We have to find her.” Rhys seemed just as stressed as me.

Astra 

The chains on my wrist are tight as I try to get away. I’ve been locked away for so long that I’ve lost track of time. If I can just escape then I can go home. 

“Bring her up, the king wants to see her.” My cell opened and I was dragged out by two guards. 

“Where are you taking me?” My voice is hoarse from not being used for so long.

I was dragged into some sort of throne room. There was a man on a throne along with another man standing by his side.

“Does she look like her brother Jurian?” The man on the throne asked with laughter in his voice.

“Brother?” The other man, Jurian asked.

“This is Rhysands sister. Don’t tell me you don’t recognize those eyes.” Rhys. Maybe he will save me.

“Now I see it.”

“Throw her in the cauldron, she will be our first test subject.”

My eyes widened as I was dragged toward a big black cauldron that seemed to scream with power. I tried to fight, tried to stop them from shoving me under but eventually I was fully submerged.

I looked around to see monsters of all kinds. Terrible creatures. I could hear their thoughts, hear the screams of their victims.

“Astra.” That voice sent chills down my spine. “Astra.” I looked around in hopes to find them.

“What?”

“Astra.” My name was repeated over and over again until it felt as if my ears would bleed.

“Stop! Stop! Please just stop!” I sobbed.

“Astra!” Everything else went silent. “Astra.”

“Az?” I needed to hear his voice again. I spun in circles until I spotted him. I ran to him and hugged him. “Help me. I need your help, get me out of here.”

“Why should I? You left and we all died.”

“What?” I pulled back to see his face rotting away. Jumping back I began noticing other figures. Amren, Mor, and Cassian were also there rotting. Rhys lay dead on the ground. 

“No.” My voice broke as tears streamed down my face. 

“You killed us.” Rhys’ dead corpse stood and stared at me. His eyes were missing and all that was left was empty sockets. 

“No, this isn’t real!”

“Why did you kill us? You never told me that you love me.” Azriel said in a cold voice, one I had only ever heard when he was torturing people.

“I didn’t mean to. I don’t want you dead.” 

They all disappeared and I heard a loud roaring in the distance. A dragon shot towards me. I tried running but got nowhere. The dragon crashed right into me and it seeped into my soul. I screamed as the pain became unbearable. 

The next moment I opened my eyes I was back in the throne room. My wings were now on my back, but they were no longer black like the typical Illiarian wings. My wings shimmered gold in the light. 

“They’re beautiful.” The king said with a smile. “Did you have a nice trip?” 

I was shaking all over as I tried to stand. “What happened to me?”

“I don’t know.”

The next few weeks I woke up everytime I slept. Nightmares plagued me. I kept seeing the creatures coming to kill me or the dead bodies of my friends, but most often it was the dragon. It always tried to kill me. It tried to take control of me.

“Please! I need to speak to the king.” I cried out the same line as every other time, but this time I was actually taken to the throne room.

“You seek my audience.”

“Take it away, please just take it.” I begged.

“What?”

“My memories of it. I hate it.”

“If I take any memories then I must take them all and you must stay by my side or they will come back.”

“I don’t care, just take them.” Tears ran down my face. I was desperate. 

The king placed his hand on my forehead and I could feel them being drained away. I tried to think of my old friends, but their names and faces were gone. I tried thinking of anything about myself but it all faded.

“What is your name?” The king asked me.

My brows crinkled in confusion as I tried to recall what it was. “I don’t know.”

“It is Dalinda. It means a noble serpent.”

“Dalinda.” The name felt foreign on my tongue. 

“You are my daughter. You are the most loyal fae.”

“I am your daughter.” I repeated it and yet something felt wrong. He kept telling me about myself. How I hated anyone from the courts of Prythian. How they are bad guys.

[merwgue]

The Illusion of Feminism in ACOTAR: How the Series Fails Its Female Characters

Sarah J. Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR) has often been hailed as a feminist fantasy, a tale filled with powerful female characters who fight, love, and rule their own destinies. But upon closer inspection, what the series delivers is an illusion of feminism—a narrative that dresses its women in superficial strength while confining them to traditional gender roles and patriarchal tropes. Maas may present her female leads as independent and powerful, but their development is constantly undercut by their relationships with men, their trauma, or their need for validation from others.

The series starts with Feyre, a young woman fighting to survive, taking on the role of provider for her destitute family. On the surface, she seems like a strong, independent character. However, her growth as a person is largely overshadowed by her relationships with male characters. Feyre’s development isn’t just about her becoming a stronger, more capable version of herself—it’s about finding a man to ‘save’ her. First, she is emotionally and physically exhausted under Tamlin's control, and then Rhysand comes along as her liberator, offering her the "true" freedom she never had. Feyre's journey, for all its twists and turns, is less about her own self-realization and more about trading one male protector for another. Her strength, while praised, only seems to materialize through the lens of her romantic relationships.

The problem with Feyre’s arc is that her identity and power are so deeply tied to the men in her life that it leaves little room for her own autonomy. Instead of choosing power or independence for herself, her development is almost always tied to how her male counterparts define her. The narrative tries to position Rhysand’s treatment of Feyre as "feminist" because he gives her choices, yet even within these choices, her journey is still deeply interwoven with romantic and sexual validation from him. The story makes it seem like Feyre’s strength is conditional on her connection to Rhys, reinforcing the very idea that a woman’s power must be connected to a man.

Then there's Nesta. Nesta’s arc could have been an opportunity to showcase a woman who refuses to be tamed or reshaped into society's expectations of her. Instead, the series turns Nesta’s rage, her trauma, and her defiance into something that needs to be 'fixed.' Her difficult personality, her inability to fall into line with her family's wishes, is portrayed as a flaw—something that needs to be softened or redeemed. And how does Maas attempt to ‘redeem’ her? Through Cassian, another male figure who becomes the anchor for her so-called transformation.

Nesta's journey is framed as a reclamation of power, but in reality, it's about her fitting into a more acceptable mold of femininity—softer, more open to love, more willing to be vulnerable. Instead of embracing her as she is—angry, hurt, and fierce—the narrative pushes her toward healing only through her relationship with Cassian, effectively turning her into another woman whose growth hinges on a man’s love and approval. Nesta’s complexity is reduced to a romance arc, undermining what could have been a far more nuanced and empowering portrayal of a woman dealing with trauma on her own terms.

Morrigan is another example of a character who could have stood as a beacon of true independence and complexity but instead falls flat. Morrigan, a warrior and a survivor of intense trauma, has been closeted about her sexuality for centuries. The idea that Mor, supposedly one of the most powerful and trusted members of the Inner Circle, can’t come out to her friends after 500 years speaks volumes about the so-called "family" dynamic Maas tries to sell. Mor’s queerness is sidelined to the point where her internal struggles with her identity are barely touched upon, and when they are, it feels like an afterthought.

In a series that prides itself on presenting complex female characters, Morrigan’s queerness is handled poorly, with little to no exploration of her struggles, relationships, or emotional depth. Instead, it seems Maas is more interested in maintaining the heteronormative love triangles and keeping Mor’s queerness in the background, where it won’t disrupt the more "marketable" relationships in the story. Mor's character could have been a ground-breaking exploration of queer identity, especially in a high-fantasy setting, but instead, she remains underdeveloped, reduced to a footnote in the larger romantic plots between her friends.

What’s truly disappointing about ACOTAR is how Maas consistently sets her female characters up as strong, independent figures only to then undermine them by tying their growth, power, and self-worth to men or romantic relationships. Even when Feyre, Nesta, and Mor display moments of agency, those moments are often framed within the context of male approval or romantic entanglements. The series pays lip service to feminism by giving these women positions of power, but Maas continually reverts to tired, patriarchal tropes by ensuring that their stories are defined by the men around them.

Ultimately, Maas reinforces traditional gender roles under the guise of progressive feminism. Women like Feyre and Nesta are lauded for their strength, but their stories hinge on the approval or influence of male characters. Mor’s queerness is sidelined, never given the space it deserves in a series that is already too focused on heteronormative dynamics. And all the while, the series frames this as empowerment, as though these women are truly independent when, in reality, they are just filling the same roles women have always been forced into: defined by the men around them, by their trauma, and by their relationships.

In conclusion, ACOTAR may present itself as a feminist narrative, but it ultimately falls short by reinforcing patriarchal ideas through its characters’ development. Sarah J. Maas creates the illusion of feminism by giving her female leads positions of power, only to reduce their stories to romantic entanglements and male validation. True independence for these women is never achieved, and until that changes, ACOTAR remains a series that fails its female characters under the guise of feminist storytelling.

[whiskingskin]

I WILLLLL say it was sorta cringefail of Tamlin to interrogate his fiance the MOMENT she got home unharmed from enemy territory but. Hey

[iramcibus]

[lure-of-writing]

Never been good enough

Authors note: I haven't written in forever so please forgive me if this isn't the best but I would love to hear what you think!

Summary: You would never be good enough for Ariel

Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: Arguing, curse words, mentions of death, Elain slander, Tamlin makes an appearance

Part two: Left in regret

Part three: Why can't We?

There was always something so enticing about Azriel that you could never put your finger on. To simply put it he was fascinating. Being a part of the inner circle for as long as you have meant that you put your feelings for him aside, did what you thought was best for the group. Not only that but Azriel never gave you any signs that he was interested in you and there was no way you would let him know about your feelings. What if you guys dated and it didn't work out? Or worse, what if you told him and he didn’t feel the same way? These types of thoughts made a home in your head and they made it a point to consistently remind you that Azriel would only ever be a friend. But hey, better a friend then nothing at all, Right?

That was until Rhysand met Feyre and in turn met Nesta and Elain. This is where your downfall began. You were truly happy for your high lord and new high lady but could have done without her sisters. Nesta was always ready to pick a fight and tear you down with her words as if she were some wild animal backed into a corner that would bite if you tried to pet it. The comparison wasn’t far off, she basically was a wild animal. Elain on the other hand was, well, contemptible at best. From what you knew Elain was basically loved by all in the inner circle but you. There was just something about her that irked you to your core. In a world that praised the strong and belittled the weak, her innocence bothered you. Why did Feyre have to do everything for her sisters, especially the middle one? As an older sister yourself you would have made any sacrifice necessary to protect your little sister. In fact you did. Maybe that's why you resented the middle sister. 

Before the new additions were made to your family life was perfect, before under the mountain of course, the group was a perfectly balanced number and each person had their person. Rys with Armen, Mor and Cassian, you and Azriel. The group would spend long days giving each other a run for their money with stupid bets and at night you would have an even longer night getting drunk at ritas, but ever since Ryhsand met Feyre things changed almost instantly. It was like the people you once knew completely changed over night. You still knew who they were to their core but you didn’t recognize who they had become. 

Cassian bowed to an unwavering, impolite, ungrateful human turned fae also known as Nesta, he was willing to die for someone who would never give the time of day to even acknowledge that he existed. Amren found company in her ruthlessness, found friendship and understanding in her unbothered face. 

Mor found sisterhood among the complexities of healing with Feyre, through the grief and joy and thousands of other emotions one feels when finding themselves after trauma.

Ryhsand found his mate, the one he never thought he would meet. The one he was willing to die for as long as that meant she was safe.  

Azriel saw the need to protect someone as delicate as Elain. So he did. 

And you, you found a changed group of people before your very own eyes. 

“Azriel can I please hold the fancy special dagger?” the Shadowsinger simply stares at you from the other side of the ring. Today had been training day for everyone excluding Amren, if you asked her she would say it didn’t pertain to her, and while the boys took turns sparring you were teaching Mor a new fighting technique you learned recently. “No” the short answer was no surprise to you at all. “Why not? I even said please and I never say please” the inner circle could not wait to witness this scene unfold for this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence but considering that you were Azriels favorite amongst the group even if he refused to say it, they thought that maybe one day you would wear him down enough to the point where he lets you hold the truth teller. “y/n I have never let anyone hold that dagger and you will not be the first. You are more than capable of handling yourself without my blade.” “Exactly I am more than capable of handling a dagger Azriel. One day I will get the truth teller in my hands just you wait.” he simply raised his shoulders in a shrugging manner as if to say “yeah I’m not concerned”

To say you were surprised that Azriel gave Elain the truth teller would be an understatement but honestly you should of seen it coming. Not even a few days before he was rushing into the hybern camp to save Elain without any second thought. There was never a time in the five hundred years where Azriel threw himself into a situation like that where he didn’t at least take some time to plan everything out. As a spy yourself you knew that at least having a fraction of a plan could save your life but it appeared Arizel was willing to die to save her. Feyre's sister be damned. So to watch from afar as he handed over his dagger to inexperienced hands was truly a gut wrenching experience. How could your closest friend of literally hundreds of years spend his potentially last moments with someone who was basically a stranger instead of a true friend? It was a revealing moment, it either showed how kind he was to try and help a defenseless person have a means to defend themselves if the time came where it was needed or he truly had changed and no longer cared for you. You would have your answer sooner than you had hoped. 

For as long as you have existed you were trained as a spy for the cover up of an  assassin. It made you as deadly as anyone else in the inner circle, maybe even deadlier since no one ever saw their death by your hands coming. So when the time came to go to war you were ready. The Battle was bloody and ugly and cruel. It was long and it felt never ending for every body you cut down it seemed there was ten more to replace it. When you watched as Cassin dove from the sky just as the cauldron unleashed its power amongst the world, the fight seemed hopeless. How were you supposed to win when hybern had that kind of power to be used whenever the king wished? But as a warrior in your own right you just wished that when you died upon this battle field that it wasn’t for nothing. That everyone in your family made it home by the end of this war, you may not recognize your family anymore but they meant the world to you and you just wanted them to be safe no matter the cost. 

Seeing help arrive re-established your hope that Hybern wouldn’t win and it pushed you to fight that much harder but the renewed sense of vigor made you lose focus and that was your downfall. A hybern soldier came charging at you with the anger of a thousand suns and sliced your stomach in one quick motion and before you knew it you were one the ground bleeding out. 

The inner circle was checking on Cassian when an unexpected figure came walking in with your limp body in their arms. “Oh gods, y/n!’’ Mor was the first to stand up and gawk at you in Tamlins arms before the healers directed him to a place where they could properly work on you. Nothing was said as the healers started working, as the inner circles' minds were racing and as Tamlin was leaving. “Thank you” Tamlin didn’t even stop to acknowledge Rhysands form of gratitude. Azriel was the first to speak “How did we forget about her?” no one had an answer.  

Once back in Velaris with your healing underway you could tell that something was off within the group besides the obvious effects of a battle like that and a gut feeling told what it was. You could feel this sense of guilt every time you stepped foot into a room and you knew it was that they forgot about you, they never said that they did but while you were unconscious you could hear everything, and what you heard broke your heart. You were becoming an outsider in your own family. 

You watched day by day as Amren bickered with Nesta, Ryhsand flirt with Feyre and cassian with Nesta, watched as Elain and Azriel danced the line of lovers and watched as you were slowly distanced from the group but it all came to a head after a heated argument with Elain. You were sick and tired of her acting like she was helpless when she wasn’t. She was cauldron made and she needed to start acting like it or else it would get someone killed or even herself. It happened on a training day. 

The sun was beating down on your tired body and the whisper of a breeze was doing little to help and listening to Elain ask Azriel for help was driving you up a wall. “Azriel can you help me? I don’t think I'm doing this right?”  all she was doing was stretching and she needed help with it? “For fucks sake Elain do you want him to spoon feed you and wipe your ass for you while hes at it?” Everyone stopped at your outburst and stared at you. Nesta looked like she was ready to rip off your face but Azriel beat her to it “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you watched as she shifted her body to be behind his as if she knew he would fight her battles for her. “What it means Azriel” you stalked into his space until you were face to face and watched over his shoulder and Elain moved to seek comfort between her sister and the high lord and you couldn’t help but scoff at her theatrics 

 “Is that all this group ever seems to do is baby her! She is not a child, she can handle herself. She doesn’t need you to teach her how to touch her toes Azriel but heaven forbid poor sweet Elain has to do something on her own for once. I mean my gods what aren’t you willing to do for her Azriel? Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you give her the truth teller?” Azriel was quick to interrupt “Is that what this is seriously about?” if looks could kill he would be dead because your glare is cutting him up into pieces “I wasn’t done. You gave her your dagger, you went into a hybern camp to save her, you answer her every single beck and call as if she's not fully capable of doing things for herself. You all enable this, every single one of you!” you point to every member of the inner circle “ And I have had enough of this bullshit! Its ridiculous! Elain loves to play sweet and innocent but really she just loves having people dote on her and not having to do anything herself.”  Everyone knew you were seething for they could see the redness creeping up your neck and into your face. And apparently you pissed off Elain

 “So what if Azriel did those things for me it has nothing to do with you so mind your own business.” you knew she wasn’t as nice as she seemed. “This has everything to do with me! I used to be his best friend, me! Not you! I watched everyone change when your family came along and it ruined mine! I have been in love with Azriel since the day I met him and yet I’ve had to watch him fall for you, who he hasn’t even known for two seconds! I heard him say that they forgot about me on the battlefield after hybern! So yes this is about me, I am an outsider in my own family!” The silence was deafening after watching you fight to speak through your tears and cracking voice. No one dared to move for fear of upsetting you even more or maybe it was the weight of your words keeping them in place. Azriel went to place a hand on top of your shoulder but you were quick to step out of his reach. “Y/n I had no idea you felt that way” again you couldn’t help but scoff “Of course not because you were too busy with sweet Elain to notice anything else.” he shook his head as if in a silent no “I am so sorry that we forgot about you there is no excuse it should of never happened. I-we never knew you felt this way, felt like you were being pushed away. But y/n why didn’t you ever tell me that you had feelings for me?” something broke in Azriels heart watching you cry, watched as your face scrunched in pain while you fought back sobs from taking over your body. Something pulled him to comfort you but he knew better than that. He couldn’t, not with Elain here.

“I have been telling you for five hundred years Azriel how much more do you want me to do? I may have never flat out said it but why do you think I stayed up waiting for you to come home after missions, or why I defended you against the teasing, or why I showed you my love in a thousand different ways but you never noticed even though you are the head spy master of the night court.” a sob racked your body forcing you to stop and Azriel wanted nothing more than to hold you until the tears stopped flowing and you felt whole again something in his soul was pulling him towards you but your next words stopped him in his tracks. “I never told you because to you it seems that I have never just been good enough. I have never been enough for you.”

[browneyedartist01]

"You still think I'm some kind of monster-"

Yes, you sexual assaulted a girl in the name of the greater good.

Also side note: I hate the vague "after what you did to me.", because it's like sjm knows she can't ignore what happened, but she also can't admit to Ryhsand doing something that evil/have Freye falling in love with her abuser, let alone trust him.

[reblogandlikes]

The ACOTAR series as a Dark romance would fucking slap. You mean to tell me the known villain that everyone hates gets the girl? That he violates her in a "hot way," steals her away from his enemy and manipulates her into committing war crimes whilst shitting on 2/3 of his court, has no push back for working with a red headed tyrant mummy:dom and then gets to be brought back alive in the end?

What a fucking cunning cunt. RyhSAnd, you legend 🙌

[the-lonelybarricade]

Ok ok so I know ryhsands pregnant mate being under the mountain trying to rescue her lover Tamlin from an evil bitch would not be ideal or planned for Rhysand and he would not be having a good time. But I’m still head cannoning that Rhysand was ABSOLUTELY dumping his load in Freya on calanmai with every intention of impregnating the human woman he would never see again so he could fantasize about her raising his child somewhere safe far away from the mountain. Just knowing they were out there somewhere would have been enough to keep him happy on his darkest days

Plus he would be whispering absolutely NASTY things in her ear while doing it.

But then there come the consequences of his own actions…

This plot snowballed so much I completely forgot the original prompt was Rhys baby trapping Feyre 😂😂

[clemthecustestmonster]

my cousin is currently reading acowar and says ryhsand is her favorite male in the acotar universe and it’s making me sad that her saying that gives me the same ick as when people like tamlin in the first book. Rhysand really had potential but he had to be a bitch to nesta, and lie to feyre (he also has done other things, this is just what comes to mind first). all the bat boys had so much potential but have been ruined. It pisses me off sm that cas gets angry at nesta for talking rudely about rhys, that az is possessive over a woman he just has wet dreams about (like he doesn’t see her as the complex person she is), and most importantly, that the entire inner circle is so emotionally immature and putting the brunt of dealing with THIER SHITTY ATTITUDES ON TWENTY YEAR OLDS WHEN THEY ARE OLD AS SHIT. I liked the inner circle so much in acowar and now i have such a hard time supporting them at all. i still like cassian but that is only because i am actively choosing to ignore (well, try to ignore) the shit he’s given his mate and i have decided to give azriel a chance because i am hoping that if his plot line with gwen plays out he will no longer give off that pervert vibe, but overall i am just sad that these characters i really loved were ruined.

all that said, this is why i am team vanserra. lucien is still great, eris has so much potential and i hope we see a redemption arc for him, and LOA seems unproblematic. i just really hope that the inner circle starts going to counseling or something in the next book so they can sort their shit out because i’m tired of only liking the fan fiction version of their characters.

[merwgue]

In my imagination, eris and nesta are married with 2 baby puppies

Thats it, that's the tweet

[shi-daisy]

Tamlins character assassination genuinely bothered me, to have his character turn abusive isnt inherently bad but having him get constantly shat on while ryhsand continues to be genuinely vile and horrid to feryre, tamlin just seems more sympathetic the more i pick apart why feyre and rhys suck ASS. sjm does not get to sit there and act like Nesta was evil and awful as she got constantly belittled and shat on for her COPING Mechanisms and that Nesta is the one who has to apologize to the inner circle despite the way ALL of them treated her and expect me not to think she just failed with tamlin as well, she keeps writing characters she wants me to think are bad while not acknowledging that the characters she loves ARE VERY BAD IF NOT MUCH WORSE.

Anon are we lost twins by any chance? Lol kidding, but you've just voiced the exact reason why Feysand (and by extension sjm who wrote them) piss me the fuck off!

Tamlin's story reads like a damn tragedy. Abusive father and brothers, a mom who loved him but couldn't do anything to protect him, he's resigned to not get the court and tried to go unoticed to stay safe then once he finally makes a new friend his family ruin that friend's life, he loses his mother due to the family fued, is forced to be the ruler of a nation when he has no idea how and still pulls through. Then gets hounded by Amrantha and cursed. Has to lose another friend to break the curse. Finally finds true love and even after attempting to protect her she nearly dies. He had to rebuild the court and support his fiance while still suffering from ptsd himself and so he fucks up royally, said fuck up costs him his relationship, his bestie and his court and now he has nothing.

And I'm supposed to cheer for this? I'm supposed to accept this as a fitting end to my favorite character? Nope, not gonna happen. Not when Rhysand can commit multiple war crimes and treat people like shit and Feyre can ruin a court and half of another cuz she mad at Tamlin and wanted to girlboss. (Girl stop acting like an edgy 13 year old, people are dead and you have the intelligence of cabbage head.)

Oh and yes the way they treated Nesta was worse than anything Tamlin ever did yet we're supposed to think they healed her? Tamlin locked Feyre up cuz he was irrationally afraid of her getting hurt. They looked Nesta up cuz she spent 0.000001% of their wealth and calls Rhysand an ass to his face. Guess who I'm gonna side with?!

Sarah is too into Rhysand and so anyhting he and Feyre do is justified but anyone else can go choke. It's the reason I dropped the books after ACOFAS (Tamlin's scene there had me crying and I had to yeet the book away)

Tamlin needs a redemption, but written by anyone other than SJM. She will ruin him like she did Nesta.

[littlestarbeam]

Mating bonds

Personally I don't want gwynriel to have a mating bond. Az already idolizes the mating bond as it is and the mating bond in itself to me is over glorified with how many problems it brings but I think it would be better to just have him fall for Gwyn and get over his obsession. Personally for me it's more of he chose his fate instead of fate chasing for him. It would also screw ryhsand over with his whole "wait for your mate thing" cause since it's so rare(it really isnt) what if AZ or Gwyn doesn't have a mate they would be waiting for nothing