#when cassian said that?

[romanticatheartt]

Inner Circle being protective of Feyre<33

Amren:

“Where is she?” Amren snapped one more time. “Go get her,” Amren hissed. “Right now.” “She’s your mate,” Amren bit at me. “Not your spy. Go get her.”

Azriel:

“Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”

Morrigan:

“You mean to tell me,” Mor breathed, “that my High Lady is now surrounded by enemies?” A lethal sort of calm crept over her tear-stained face.

Cassian:

“Because … because as his mate, you were still … his to protect. Oh, don’t get that look. He’s yours to protect, too. I would have laid my life down for you as his mate—and as your friend. But you were still … his.” “And as High Lady?” Cassian loosed a rough breath. “As High Lady, you are mine. And Azriel’s, and Mor’s and Amren’s. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. We would not have … put you in so much danger.”

[yaralulu]

Honestly the main reason I keep pushing the tamcien agenda is because I just believe lucien deserves to be with a big sexy guy 🤷🤷.

[nestastits]

I know cassian had to hype himself up every morning before going and training the valks cause you can’t tell me they weren’t roasting him every five minutes lmao

[litnerdwrites]

Cassian: I'm sick of these games.

Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that trauma was a game to you. If it's so easy to just stop being traumatised, then you should've said something to Elain about that a whole book ago? Or perhaps said something to Mor 5 centuries ago. Since Cassian made it clear 50 times a day that he's 'seen it before' and 'knows what she's feeling' or whatever, he must clearly be the expert on the situation. Imagine how much easier life will be now that everyone can just stop being traumatised.

Let's be serious for a moment though, if it was that easy, Cassian might have actually stopped making himself the victim in every scenario regarding Nesta throughout all of ACOFAS and ACOSF.

The fact SJM wrote it so Cassian, who said shit like this, was the one in the right the whole time in ACOSF makes me wanna puke.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

ad infinitum

A teenage girl enters her father’s office, dreading the news she was raised her whole life to anticipate. She’s being married off to some influential noble. Her father will make new connections through her marriage. Her mother’s in charge of the wedding, tradition states. It’s a lovely cycle.

Her dress is quite pretty. Night Court black in silk, silver gems sewn onto the bodice and train of her veil, as well as the matching gloves. They’re what she imagines stars look like. Closest she’ll ever get to seeing them.

Her father-in-law makes a crude joke, his son will rip her stars away tonight. She wants to run. She doesn’t. Remembers what happens to girls who run, who disobey. There are no High Lords in her bloodline.

The wedding’s over. She has a new home. Night’s come. Her mother said to think happy thoughts. It’s over. He wasn’t all that rough, she supposes. It could’ve been worse. She prays to the Mother that once was enough. It wasn’t. A second night. Then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth, a seventh, an eighth. Nothing.

Her husband’s frustrated. He’s taken a mistress. The whole household knows. She says nothing.

A decade passes. The mistress has two children. She remains childless. Her bed remains empty. She’s glad for it.

Two decades. The mistress is dead. Her husband killed her in a fit of rage. She never sees those two children again either.

Her husband starts visiting her again. It hurts. She thinks happy thoughts. She’s pregnant, hopes it’s a boy. Women can’t inherit.

Ten months. An uneventful birth. It’s a girl.

Three decades pass. She has a son now. She’s planning a wedding. Her daughter’s lucky, she thinks. Her future son-in-law is only 387. Not all that old. She’ll attend a wedding soon enough, help her daughter plan it.

It’s a lovely cycle.

[sydneyadmu]

lol that scene on jedha where jyn in a total mockery tone asks cassian “hope?” and then he replies “rebellions are built on hope” and she just stays quiet… I bet she thought he would make some snarky comment but instead he just threw her such a meaningful quote. she was just in silence after that probably thinking oh wow whatever you say beautiful

[nanstgeorge]

nesta really compared elain to a dog…

[acourtofquestions]

So Long, London is literally Feyre and Tamlin

[separatist-apologist]

Excuse me Feyre was the one who died under the mountain???? Please please elaborate!

It's a response to the "Feyre should have just COMMUNICATED- no one can read her mind, how should Tamlin have known she was traumatized" and "Tamlin was traumatized too, so his actions make sense."

Like okay. But Feyre DIED. Like SHE was the one who D I E D. She was tortured, her neck was snapped, and she was dead. And no amount of watching it compares, and frankly, I find it a dry, boring take but you know, the fandom will bend over backwards to empathize and excuse the actions of an old ass man while finding a million ways to hold a 19 year old woman accountable for not being perfect in her healing or holding his hand as she tried to navigate her own death.

And people like to send me little bait-y messages like, "but don't you think Rhys was worse? Don't you think Feyre had a responsibility to explain minutely to the very tiniest detail how she was hurt so Tamlin could make her feel better?" "His actions were sensible, he was just scared and he was traumatized from Rhys/UTM too."

Feyre died. Her pain, her trauma ought to trump everyone else's but it doesn't and she's held extra accountable for how everyone else reponds and for not managing their feelings/reactions when anyone with eyeballs could see she was doing very badly. Lucien and Rhys both recognize it, Lucien and Rhys both try and intervene, which always gets overlooked in the rush to blame Feyre for not being proactive enough.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

What's that I see in your tags about a canon Nessian kid fic? Mellie in canon?

Ha ha! I don't know if I would use the name Melinoe/Mellie again (although that would be a cute little cross Universe tie-in), but....

Listen, lovely Anon. LISTEN! Let me tell you about the circle of enablers that is @moodymelanist, @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk, and @dustjacketmusings

It all started with me having a weird pregnancy dream last night, and has since devolved into what if Nesta and Cassian had an accidental pregnancy in canon? Because you know with Nesta's upbringing thanks to Mama Archeron (may she not rest in peace, am I right?) and with Cassian never wanting his child to grow up a bastard like he did, it just gives reluctant marriage and co-parenting vibes!

Like Nesta is out here like I still don't want a mate, but I guess we're doing this together now, and Cassian is out here like protective instincts on over-drive. It could just be so delicious!

[stars-n-spice]

Crying,,

Told myself I should change my user because I don't actually post any "spice" here and my stupid fucking brain went, "Yeah but if you were in Star Wars they'd probably make you deal spice at one point."

[groove-on-boogie-down]

Syril Karn (Cereal Corn) and Dedra Meero, creep me out so bad. They do not need to be romantic in any way to ME.

But his obsession with Cassian being taken over by his obsession with her, and her near-death experience probably making her feel in debt and him feel entitled to her attention could lead to a very interesting arc.

[rotzaprachim]

Best post apocalyptic dynamic: man in his forties who needs reading glasses just soooo bad but every specsavers in the world is closed for zombie related reasons. And a teenage girl who no one taught how to read

[unproduciblesmackdown]

and i draw parallels solely on the cinematographic basis of “when my man is no more than a millimeter away from perturbation at all times but you give the Whole Right Half Of The Screen 3/4 Closeup of Harrowing Recontextualizations” like that’s right. we’re living it up

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Drea starts a book club when????

OMG NEOWWWW

[astromechs]

I’m a little scared to ask but…what is time 2 suffer? 👀

LMAO A POPULAR REQUEST

ok, so, my basic summary of this story is it's a part one i have planned of many in one of those rebelcaptain survive scarif scenarios. this one has force fuckery going on, and that's as much as i want to give away before i actually finish writing this GHFJDKS. anyway, excerpt time:

“Kassa, come!” Her voice is as insistent as the tug on his hand. “You have to come!”

He should, every instinct he has knows that he should, but he makes no move to break away — not from this. Instead, as she begins to walk, he follows, ensuring that this connection, warm and real, isn’t broken, at least for a little longer. The path continues to expand with their steps, stretching into the void beyond what he can see, what he can comprehend, but still, he keeps in step.

In a place where time seems to have no meaning, there’s no sense of how long they spend winding this impossible path — minutes, hours, maybe days. Eventually, though, it comes to an end, in the form of a bright, blinding white light.

The grip on his hand squeezes before releasing, and Kerri turns her head, smiling; then, just as quickly, she’s gone.

There’s no time for his brain to catch up and make sense of any of this. Not when the void whispers to him again, in a way he feels more than hears, strange but somehow familiar, just seconds before the light overtakes him:

You will live. You have to now.

wip game!