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if i admit that im looking foward to a fire breathing bitch queen x high lady of the night court x starborn princess meet up how badly will the fandom come at me 💀

something we can all agree on

"and this is for Lidia"

Me manifesting a scene in cc3 where Ruhn beats the shit out of Pollux

Sarah saying cc3 will probably be her longest book ever 😳😳😳......ma’am koa was 1000 pages

SJM interview TRANSCRIPT

Below is the transcript of SJM's interview with Katherine Webber on LiveTalksLA. A hell lot Cresent City and ACOTAR spoilers will be included

SJM's been planting hints in acosf and cc1 (question of the day: how blind am I to not see the hints in acosf)

WILL EXPLAIN HOW THE WORLDS CONNECT WITH EACH OTHER IN CC3

okay sjm said the hints in acosf includes the eight pointed star

(also you all im literally crying rn im that excited oh my gosh)

the world that kicked out the Asteri IS THE WORLD WHERE RHYS AND FEYRE LIVES

in acosf there's talk about a group of people who lived in Prythan before Rhys and the bunch ("the overlords and the high fae)-- they're the ones who kicked the Asteri out

we'll find out more abt the eight point star

cc3 will have NON STOP REVEALS AND CONNECTIONS

CC3 picks up right off where CC2 leave off cuz sjm can leave us hanging bahahahaha

first draft is split between acotar and midgard

"book three is going to be so long... maybe my longest book ever"

"you'll see what happens with Ruhn and Day" (im sqealing)

"you should be worried [about Ruhn in the dungeons]"

"what goes on in the dungeons might be too much.. I'll see what my editors say about it"

"poor Ruhn and Hunt and Baxian" (im scared for my babies)

confirmed Aelin sees Rhys and Feyre in KoA

The "star" (Aelin) Rhys sees gets fully mentioned in CC3 (im crying even harder now so exicted omigosh)

Rhy's already been thinking about them not being alone in the universe.. he been "kinda of ready but not really for it"

Bryce from a modern world with technology in a world without it (sjm's biggest concern is "toilet paper" and "that" (im assuming how people in acotar shit) will be answered in cc3

Hunt's lineage and bat wings and angel wings will all get explained in cc3

I KEEP CRYING

"avengers level crossover"

"how they get along and DONT get along"

"Nyx definitely features...so far... in book three" (dont cut Nyx out im beggin)

timeline could shift a little but Bryce falling through the world happened around six months after silver flames ("so Nyx is still like a little baby")

Will see everyone being very protective of baby Nyx

“Who else can open up gates to” “That is a big question” (suggestive expression😉)

NO BUT SJM’S LOOK WHEN Katherine mention WYRM GATES asdfghjkl

cc3 will be released in 18 months to 2 years

“Set up for future books..future acotar or cresent city books” (I’m waitingggggg)

Sjm be nodding so enthusiastically when Katherine said “im sure their be new people for us to meet” and “shifting perspectives from Nesta’s perspective to Feyre” asdfghjkl

SJM

HOSAB spoiler interview with sjm transcript

Fic List

Won't You Run Away With Me - Helion and Lady of Autumn's story based on Helion's conversation with the IC in ACOWAR

Book Playlists

Feysand

Elriel

Fanart + complete credit links

Danika Fendyr

- Part 1 - Part 2

Book recs list that nobody asked for:

Fantasy

Contemporary

Me being sentimental about me being on tumblr

2021

2022

Danika Fendyr Fanart Collection with credit links

PART ONE HERE

by @narcissusillustrations

by @kenyapowers

by @domesticartcreature

by @bethgilbert_art

Links to other amazing works that require permission or cannot be reposted

https://www.instagram.com/p/CaVBgeDtm8B/ and https://www.instagram.com/p/CXtsUF4I0vR/ by @sncinderart

https://emiliamildner.tumblr.com/post/673296073241001984/bryce-quinlan-and-danika-fendyr-from-crescent-city by @emiliamildner

Danika Fendyr Fanart Collection with credit links

SO MANY NEW DANIKA FANART I CANT 🥰❤️‍🔥

In honor of all the new (and old) fanart of Danika Fendyr, I am compiling a post (more like as many as possible) of amazing Danika Fendyr fanart along with due credits AND credit links because those are important too (so you lazy people who say "credits unknown" no longer have an excuse smh).

not me spending an hours on this that im never getting back because I have a Danika Fendyr obession and PEOPLE WHY DONT YOU TAG? makes my job so much easier if all the sources tagged.

PART TWO HERE

by @mftfernandez

by @arospaintbrush

commissioned by the amazing @baxian-argos because this piece is amazing, I love you for commissioning this

by @elthericarts

by @t_kadoura

by @alrun.art

by @laurenrichelieuart

@starsthatdream

@Ivy_Gwendolline

@morgana0anagrom

@morgana0anagrom

SO GOOD ASDFGHJKL

Could you do one where Nyx is like a bit older and has like a nightmare of his parents' past (insert magical reason here) and crawls into bed with Feysand and they comfort him

So.   Not what I expected to write with this prompt, but here we are.  It’s pretty Nyx centric, but of course has Feysand moments.

I’m working on some other prompts and the next part of What Hurts the Most will be ready next week.  I’ve also got some Rowaelin in the mix.

warnings: nightmares, panic, mentions of past traumas, hurt/comfort

...

Of Things In the Past

The boy was used to nightmares.

A shame really for one so young. But he lived in a place of horror, of terror, where war had carved its mark so carefully that it was impossible to escape.

Usually, his nightmares only consisted of having his wings disappear while he was in flight. Or his sword would turn to ivory bone in his grasp. They were simple things. Simple nightmares that he knew how to chase away. His mother was the Defender of the Rainbow after all. His father the High Lord.

Nyx knew how to deal with nightmares.  His parents had taught him since he was a child after all.  

“Again,” his mother said.

Nyx brushed his hair out of his eyes and scowled.  His mother stood before him clad in her Illyrian leathers and a determined look in her eyes. They were in the training hall just off the regular rooms of the house and had been for nearly two hours.

Under normal circumstances, Nyx wouldn’t have minded the extra training.  But he was fifteen and had other things he wanted to do.  Particularly explore the back woods of Velaris with Zephyr and Torin.  He and his cousins were supposed to go camping later that summer, but at the way his parents were hovering Nyx doubted it would happen.

“Nyx!” his mother shouted.

Nyx put up his mental barrier just as his mother sent an attack.  He felt the wave of magic beat against his defenses in an attempt to breach him mind.  Gritting his teeth, Nyx kept the barrier up.

“Hold it,” his mother encouraged.

His defense was slipping, just a bit.  Just enough that Nyx knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

“Ma,” Nyx tried to say, but he never finished.  A fracture formed in the wall he’d put up and a pulse of magic sent him sprawling on his back.

For a brief moment, Nyx got a flash in his mother’s head.

Feyre Archeron—High Lady of the Night Court—was as closed off as they came. Nyx knew that.  He knew how strong his mother was, had heard plenty of stories depicting how capable she was.  She had been trained by his father and never let anything get in her way.

So when he was sprawled out on his back, Nyx almost didn’t realize what he’d done.

But in a quick moment, Nyx was thrust into his mother’s mind.

He saw her first.  His mother with her hair hanging a bit lackluster down her back as she stood in a dark throne room of sorts.  It was unlike anything Nyx had seen before.  But there was no mistaking what he saw, nor the woman with bright red hair sitting on a throne as she smiled cruelly down.

Just as suddenly as the vision started; it was gone.

Nyx gasped and sat up. He was in the training hall with his mother kneeling beside him.

“Are you alright?” Feyre asked.  She reached out to brush his hair from his face and make sure nothing was amiss.

“I’m fine,” Nyx insisted. He pushed his mother off, ignoring her frown and flash of pain in her eyes.  He’ never liked it when she tried to treat him like a child.  And she was very skilled at doing that.

His mother pulled away with a sigh. “Alright.  Why don’t you head off to bed?  It’s getting late.”

Nyx rose and brushed off his pants.  Of course it was late.  She always kept him at home doing things he’d rather not do instead of having fun with his cousins.

“Yeah, alright,” he muttered.

Feyre stood as well and made sure to offer him a hug.  She was always fond of hugs and physical touch.

"Sleep well little prince," his mother said and kissed him on the forehead. She was lovely, Nyx knew. Father talked about her beauty enough as it was. But with mother's long dark blonde hair and her bright blue eyes, and a defiant tilt of her chin...mother was lovely.

He pulled away from her. “Good night, mom.”

Nyx left the training hall, trying to keep his mental walls up against the subtle pokes and prods she sent his way even now.  Sometimes his mother never really left well enough alone.  She was always there either in his mind or around the corner.

He knew she worried. Knew she cared.  But sometimes it was too much.

Nyx made it to his rooms and changed into his nightwear.  He was too tired to sneak out tonight—though he knew Zephyr wanted him to, they’d talked about meeting up tonight if just for a chance to get out of the house before their supposed camping trip.  But Nyx doubted if Uncle Lucien and Aunt Elain would be easily fooled by Zeph’s attempts to get out of the house.  

Sighing, Nyx settled into bed.  One of these days he’d get out of another late night training with his mother.

...

Run.

Keep running.

There was no escape now.

Mud smeared Nyx’s boots, his pants, his hands, and face. He could smell the rot and salt of it and feel it burn against his skin.  The scent burned his nose and stained his tongue until the taste of it lingered no matter how many times he spat or swallowed.

Where was he?

He had no idea having never seen these walls of dirt nor floor of grime before.  All he knew was that he had to keep running.  Behind him he heard a guttural growl, something ancient and bred of horror.

Vaguely, Nyx wondered if this was how he'd die.

He turned down another path, desperate for escape. He was met with a dead end. Cursing, Nyx spun to head back the way he came. He tried to use his wings, tried to fly above this labyrinth of mud and stink, but every time he flexed his muscles to move his wings searing pain shot through his body.

His only choice was to run.

Nyx tripped over a rock at his feet and went sprawling on his face. He spat gunk out of his mouth and braced a hand on the wall, slick with something he didn’t want to know. As he hauled himself to his feet, Nyx’s mine whirled. Which way? Which way?

"Move!" A voice shouted from overhead.

He paused.  Looked up into dark shadows. So many shadows and forms that he couldn’t quite make out.  But then he remembered. This was an arena. There were people watching him play out his death.

"Move!" The voice came again.

Nyx ran, mud falling from his tattered clothes, his dirty skin. He was so tired. So alone.

He turned down one path and came to a large wall. Another dead end. This was it. There was nowhere else to run. He shifted his feet, something crunched. Nyx glance down to see bones. Piles of bone from all those who had come before him.

Among the heaps of ivory and gore was also a body. A body dressed in tattered tunic and fine gold blonde hair turned red with blood.

They shouldn’t be here. They shouldn’t be subjected to this. This was his fate and his alone.

"Get up! Nyx screamed. "Get up, it's coming!"

The body didn't move. Not as another shape came to kneel beside it. A shape dark as night with a pair of great black wings unfurling behind him.  Nyx immediately recognized his father, but couldn’t imagine what he’d be doing here.

Rhysand fell over the body, weeping openly cursing the gods and cauldron alike.

No. No. What was happening? That body, that women… could it be?

Nyx slid in the mud as she came to his father’s side.  He could feel horror and dread building up inside of him even as he told himself it wasn’t true.  It couldn’t be.

"You were too late," his father whispered looking up at him. "Don't you see?"

Nyx stared down at the body cradled in his father’s arms only to find his mother staring lifelessly back at him.

..

Nyx shot out of bed with a silent scream on his lips and his heart thudding too hard in his chest.

What had happened? What had he seen?

The lights of his room came on without a second thought as Nyx kicked off his blankets and ran his hands over his face, his chest, his legs. No blood. No mud. Just sweat staining his skin.  Just bile rising in his throat.  

Breathing heavily, Nyx ran a hand through his hair. He was used to nightmares. Used to terror and fear. Used to everything the world lay at his feet.

But that? That had been too visceral, too real.

Nyx flew out of bed, barely pausing long enough to find a pair of slippers for his chilled feet. He ran from his room, not caring for the late hour. He moved down hall after hall, panic rising with each wrong turn he made. He'd grown up in this palace why was he getting lost?

His dream came back to him. Each wrong turn. The low growls. His mother, dead.

Nyx burst into the main living room having followed that invisible thread that tied him to his parents.

The room was almost completely empty, save his mother.  She sat on a stool facing a canvas and a pallet of paint in one hand.  She seemed to be pondering whatever scene she was creating. But as soon as Nyx stumbled into the room, she looked up.

Concern laced her features as she took him in and set aside her paints. “Nyx?”

She was no longer streaked in blood. No longer covered in mud lifeless in his father's arms.

Without waiting another moment, Nyx was dashing across the room, pulling his mother into a crushing hug.

"What happened my prince?" Feyre murmured. She didn't pull back, only kept him pulled tight against her.  He wondered if she could feel his panic coursing through him like an arrow released from a bow.  Quick and sharp and strong.  

It had only been a few hours since they’d finished their training session, but it felt like centuries now.

Nyx shuddered a breath as tears pricked at his eyes. Shame and sorrow pulsed through him. He was nearly sixteen, he should not be crying over nightmares no matter how they tore at him.

Mother ran her fingers through his hair and continued whispering soft kindnesses to him. Nyx tightened his hold. He almost didn't notice when father joined them. He wished he had so he could get his wits about him.

Nyx tried to pull out of his mother's grasp, but she wouldn't let him get far. He noted the pain in her eyes which caused more shame to well within him. Why did he only manage to cause his mother suffering?

“What happened?” Father asked from behind him.  He sounded just as concerned as Mother looked.

Nyx shook his head and stood as tall as he could. “Nothing. It is nothing.”

He considered winnowing away but father immediately put a shield up through the room.

“It's alright, Nyx,” Mother assured him. She kept one hand laced with his and ran gentle circles over the back of his hand. “Tell us what happened.”

Nyx ran a hand beneath his eyes. He was not weak. He was strong like his father and mother.

“It was only a nightmare,” Nyx admitted.

“What sort of nightmare,” Mother prodded, soft and kind with her words.

Nyx took another shuddering breath.  It was odd speaking so plainly.  He’d never liked doing so despite how his parents continuously encouraged it.  But it had never been something that had come easily to him.

He looked away and focused instead on the fireplace that had eased down into a small pool of glowing embers.

“I was in a pit. A dark pit full if mud and bones. And I had to run—I had to run through these tunnels while a monster chased me.” He swallowed stiffly feeling the dark tendrils of that dream clawing at him even now.  “And I saw you mom, but you...you were dead. And it was my fault.”

His voice shook on the last notes of his words. Mother pulled him back into her arms, whispering to him that it was alright, that he was safe.

Father's hand came on his shoulder and drew Nyx into a near bone crushing hug. And when father looked at him, Nyx could see tears in his father’s eyes.

It was a startling sight, Nyx realized.  To see such open vulnerability displayed.  

“That is not a place I wanted you to see,” mother murmured as she reached out to take Nyx’s hand again.  “I think when we were practicing before bed, part of you remained within my defenses.  And you witnessed some of my memories.”

Nyx frowned.  He’d heard all his mother’s stories. Everything about Prythian and the human lands, Spring Court, the war.  What was that from?  He looked between his parents and could see that they were having one of their silent conversations that they always did.

“Under the Mountain.” Mother’s voice held none of its usual buoyancy.  Rather it was flat and cold.

Under the Mountain.

Oh.

He’d heard about that to.  When mother had in fact died.  Died to save the Fae and end a curse that had destroyed so many lives.  But it would seem he hadn’t heard everything about that time.

“That was a dark time Nyx,” Mother continued, “for both your father and I.  And…there will come a time when you’ll hear more about it, but not yet.”

His parents exchanged another look and Nyx could feel that subtle twist of magic that pulsed between the two of them.  He wasn’t sure why he could often feel their mate bond like this—that innate power of shared love and life—but he could.  It was easy enough to ignore as it so rarely concerned him.  But this little tug, this was something deep and abiding.

Feyre ran her fingers through Nyx’s hair as she always did.  Her blue eyes were filled with more pain that Nyx ever wanted to see there again.

“You don’t need to have any of that in your life right now.” His mother pulled him into another embrace and this time Nyx didn’t fight it.  All he knew was that his mother was here.  That his dreams were gone.  And he was safe.

...

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the hypocrisy of western people telling average russians to go protest while gloating about our savings becoming monopoly money and cheering for sanctions that leave us stranded with a totalitarian government that treats these protests as treason 😳

but-- but-- what if it's a happy reunion?

---

SJM:

I know everyone is rooting for a crossover but if Bryce and the IC ruin my queen Aelin Galathynius’s peace with her mate, I will be deeply upset.

Aelin has done ENOUGH. Let her live in Terrasen happily.

Bryce to Cassian:

Cassian when he uses the guns:

Can you imagine the chaos that would take place if the inner circle came to Lunathion? GUNS IN CASSIAN’S HANDS???!!!

agreed lidia and ruhn supremacy but how come no one talks about Danika and Baxian 😭

LIDIA CERVOS & RUHN DANAAN House of Sky and Breath | Sarah J Maas

Of Talons and Light | ACOTAR Fanfiction

Chapter Five

It was about as close to winnowing as chopping off one’s hand was to clipping a hangnail. The black noise dissipated gradually, and Feyre found herself hunched on the ground, gasping and trembling and doing her best not to vomit onto the gleaming marble biting into her knees and palms. She heard Nesta nearby in much the same condition.

Their ragged breaths echoed off the glossy smooth walls and floors and pillars, all just planes of white in her periphery as she drew her focus inward. On not being sick. On staying whole. The jasmine-scented breeze helped, cooling her face and calming her stomach. An eternity later, the shaking stopped. Her battering pulse slowed, and her vision cleared. As Feyre finally lifted her face to take in their surroundings, she nearly cried.

The Moonstone Palace. They’d made it.

Keep reading on AO3

im not even gonna-- im just gonna say my mouth was open the entire time i was reading this and i cant deal with anymore of this sjmmmmm 💀

HOSAB Spoilers

While I'm reluctant to make too many claims about what House of Sky and Breath might tell us about upcoming books in the ACOTAR series, I think it does make one thing clear: Azriel's book is next.

Let's start with the obvious. Azriel is the one who finds Bryce (HOSAB, 793), and he's the one who wields Truth Teller, the twin weapon to the Starsword (HOSAB, 796).

Anyone who could winnow or fly could have found Bryce at the end of HOSAB. We would have recognized Cassian about as quickly as Azriel, and can you imagine if Feyre had be the one to find her? I don't think that with this moment, SJM was going for the fan screams. I think she was foreshadowing, and I think it's likely that Azriel was uniquely able to detect Bryce's presence, which could have enormous implications.

I know that Nesta will likely be an important character in this arc because of her ability to locate objects Made by the Cauldron, but it's notable that she isn't highlighted in the final chapter of HOSAB. Her powers will come into play, but perhaps they're not central.

Moving on to Truth Teller, we know from House of Earth and Blood that the Starsword needs to be reunited with its twin knife (HOEAB, 458) in order to reunite the Fae. This might mean the meeting at the end of HOSAB, or it could mean more, particularly if Bryce needs to take Truth Teller back with her to Midgard. It could mean that Azriel has to travel with Bryce, or it could mean that Bryce just needs to take the knife with her. If she takes the knife, though, she will likely need to bring it back... especially since it's Azriel's, and this is a character who sleeps with a dagger under his pillow. Either way, this involvement is going to have some impact on his arc. At minimum, Azriel somehow got this very special blade in his possession. It marks him in some way. But it could mean even more.

After all, Bryce has to travel through worlds sometime in the course of the next book, whether to Hel, Midgard, or back to another planet. What we don't know is whether she will go there alone. While any ACOTAR character who can winnow seems like a potential candidate for traveling with Bryce, assuming that that power can link up with the Horn, Azriel seems the likeliest because, as Nesta and Cassian point out in ACOSF, his ability to winnow is different from that of the other characters:

"Illyrians do possess magic on one night a year, though: the night before the Blood Rite, when the war-band leaders can winnow the drugged novices into the wilds. Don't even ask me why that is. No one knows." "Azriel can winnow all the time, though." "Az is different. In a lot of ways." His tone didn't invite further questioning. (ACOSF, 191)

Is it possible that his unique method of winnowing, which, based on ACOMAF (240) and ACOSF (349), seems to be tied to being a shadowsinger rather than the usual winnowing power in Prythian, could make him an ideal candidate to travel with Bryce, with her connection to the Avallen fae?

In terms of knowledge and motivation, there are only a few characters in ACOTAR who seem particularly interested in other worlds: Rhys, Amren, Merrill, Gwyn, and Azriel. Cassian points out Rhys' and Azriel's interest early on in ACOSF (37), Amren has a vested interest and firsthand knowledge of other worlds, and Gwyn is helping Merrill research her theories of other worlds (154). I think it's reasonable to assume that these characters are going to be important during the Bryce-in-Prythian arc.

Incidentally, I also think that this is another subtle hint that Azriel and Gwyn are going to be drawn together more in the next ACOTAR books... but let's assume that happens in ACOTAR5, not in what I think will be Bryce's relatively short stint in Prythian.

Finally, in ACOSF, we see Azriel's "shadows curled around him, snakes ready to strike" (101). In HOSAB, SJM describe's Ruhn's shadows in a similar fashion, writing that, "His shadows swirled up his left arm like twining snakes" (57). Not only are their powers similar (though Azriel's abilities are more like Cormac's with the shadows + winnowing and no daemati abilities), but SJM uses the same metaphor to describe them. She wants us to see this.

While Bryce directly compares Ruhn and Rhys, we know that Rhys' arc in ACOTAR is more or less complete. He also has the bargain with Feyre that leaves him vulnerable, making him a bad candidate to go to other worlds or lead an army. Azriel, meanwhile, feels more disconnected from the Inner Circle (see: his bonus chapter in ACOSF; there are no page numbers, alas!) and, as spymaster and Carynthian, is able to gather information while being an active warrior. There are a lot of possibilities for what he could do! Even if it's just passing along information while he hands Bryce Truth Teller.

In terms of other similarities, this is how Bryce describes Azriel's wings: "Great, black wings. A demon's wings." (793) This evokes Hunt's description of Apollion's wings: "Wings rustled nearby -- not the soft feathers of his wings, but something leathery. Dry." (237)

We know that Bryce needs to go to Hel, and we know now that Hel is not a literal hell but rather another world (758). The comparison between Apollion's wings and Azriel's/the Illyrian's isn't an accident. Since we are likely going to see Hel in CC3, this similarity is likely to be important.

Given all the mysteries that swirl around Azriel, his possession of Truth Teller, his interest in other worlds, and his connections to some pivotal characters in HOSAB, it seems really likely that CC3 is going to set up his arc in ACOTAR5. As SJM once said... it seems pretty obvious.

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The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other. 

 Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

 Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing. 

 Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade. 

 The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.

y'all its 10:55 and I have finals tmr and I haven't started studying uh yea no problem at all everything's fine probably shouldn't be on tumblr but why am i here

book recs nobody asked for PART 2 (contemp ver.)

*minor spoilers* along with quotes I couldn't help but add in no specific order (actually yes, the order that my brain thought of):

Series

Off Campus Series by Elle Kennedy

🌶️🌶️🌶️/5

Book 1- Fake Dating

Standalones

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jekins Reid

(NA CONTEMPT/ HISTORICAL FICTION/ ROMANCE)

'I’m under absolutely no obligation to make sense to you.'

'When you're given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. The world doesn't give things, you take things. If you learn one thing from me, it should probably be that.'

'I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.'

All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover

(NA CONTEMPT / ROMANCE)

🌶️🌶️/5

'If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.'

'Until then, I will continue to love you more and more with every struggle we face than I loved you when all was perfect.'

'I used to be fine when I was alone. But now that I have you, I’m lonely when I’m alone.'

The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

(NA CONTEMPT/ ENEMIES TO LOVES/ SLOWBURN FAKE DATING)

🌶️🌶️/5

'Because it was all you were willing to give me. And I’d rather have you hating me than not have you at all.'

'Because when I finally take those lips in mine, it will be the furthest thing from pretending. I will not be showing you what it would be like if you were mine. I’ll show you what it is. And I sure as hell won’t be showing how good I could make you feel if you called me yours. You’ll already know that I am. When I finally kiss you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that it is real.'

The Love Hyphothesis by Ali Hazelwood

(NA CONTEMPT/ ENEMIES TO LOVERS/ SLOWBURN FAKE DATING)

🌶️🌶️/5

'"I’m going to kill you,” he gritted out, little more than a growl. “If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her - I’m going to fucking kill you.”'

'I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole.'

'You can fall in love: someone will catch you.'

I find it so funny that acotar people go "I want to hold Feysand accountable because etc etc/ they shouldn't have etc. etc it's selfish/ they're bad leaders" but y'all they're fictional??? Like yea uh sure go hold fictional people accoutable but like uh what's the point? And hold the author accountable??? Waitttt is sjm gonna rule Velaris someday and suddenly vow to die together with her husband cuz that's gonna be so cool.

this actually makes alot of sense lol Feyre and Rhys were lovesick teens who didn't think about the future and the consequences of them dying together and leaving Velaris with no rulers but 1) it's a book give them a break 2) I doubt that if Rhys dies Feyre would want to live anyways nevermind RULE and vice versa. Yes, rulers are supposed to be selfless and all that stuff but at the end of the day they still have FEELINGS and they were the love of each other's lives. That doesn't make them an amazing ruler, but it doesn't make them bad rulers either. Also if that happens, Velaris IS better off with another ruler 3) if Feyre dies, Nyx was never gonna survive anyways cuz he was like 3 months premature or smth so he wont be an orphan he'll just be.. uh.. dead 4) Bro who the heck decides to not have a child because they think they're gonna die??? People have children assuming they will live to see their child grow up???

I know some readers can’t forgive Rhys for withholding the pregnancy from Feyre.

But I can’t forgive Feysand for putting their baby and court in danger constantly from their death bargain. The bargain is still in place and NO ONE SHOULD THEM BREAK IT FOR THEM. For once, I want them to pay for their selfish deeds. All that fucking power they have is completely wasted.

this... is one of the best fic i've ever read 😭😭😭

like just look at these quotes asdfghjklllll:

-“High Lady of the Night Court,” it said with that gray-toothed smile, “it was an honor to serve your Court of Dreams.”

-Feyre couldn’t help the wicked grin that broke onto her face, one that certainly belonged to the Court of Nightmares.

- Have I mentioned yet how ravishing you look today? Came his lover’s trill. Feyre smirked openly at him; Tamlin and Lucien looked aghast. I wondered how long it’d take for you to start the shameless flirting.

-“Because,” Feyre said weakly. She was gasping through the pain, but she managed a smug smile. “ I know something you don’t. And the answer to your damn riddle is… love .”

all the Rhy/ Night Court references asdfghjklllll

A Court of Faded Dreams Masterlist

Fic Sumary:  In her grief after Rhys sacrifices himself to restore the Cauldron, Feyre accidentally sends herself back in time. Back in her human body, in her early days in the Spring Court, Feyre must be careful how she alters the timeline as she tries to save Rhys and Prythian from Under the Mountain.

“There is much that has changed already. You are no longer a fae with a human heart, but a human with a fae heart. You do not love the High Lord of Spring, but the Lord of Night. Be careful how you tread, Cursebreaker, for all your new choices will have consequences.“

Link to AO3

Chapters:

1  ⟡  2  ⟡  3  ⟡  4  ⟡  5  ⟡  6   ⟡  7  ⟡  8  ⟡  9  ⟡  10  ⟡ 11  ⟡ 12  ⟡ 13  ⟡  14  ⟡  15  ⟡  16  ⟡  17  ⟡  18  ⟡  19   ⟡  20  ⟡  21   ⟡  22   ⟡  23  ⟡  24

Bonus Chapters:

Rhys Calanmai POV

Rhys Fountain POV

Rhys Bargain POV

Rhys Second Trial POV

Emorie ♡

I really want them to be together 🥺

ig: barb.arts

THANK YOU finally someone reasonable. Do you know how hard it is to find something like this in the whole jkr discussion on tumblr?? Like 1) If you haven't done sufficient research DONT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT 2) Even if you did research shitting on people who support/don't support jkr is not right either- RESPECT PEOPLE RESPECT.

You don't agree with JKR's views...do you?

I’m indifferent on the subject, I don’t have strong views on things I have not researched. I’ve had conversations with wonderful people that describe themselves as trans & non binary, and they have been kind enough to share their experiences with me, and so have people that do not agree with gender theory. I don’t have enough information on gender dysphoria or gender theory as a whole to fight for the “war” on any side, really. But I do not enjoy anyones voice being shut or lives being destroyed either for identifying with being transgender or non binary or with challenging gender theory.

Jkr doesn’t seem to me as if she is set to destroy transgender people, but she has voiced her opinions on:

Being fired for practicing your disagreement with gender ideology.

The degrading of woman being raped in jail by men making a cynical use of gender theory to commit rape in female holding jails.

Both of those opinion do not seem aphorant to me at all, but I never bothered to look deeper into them to give them a seal of approval or disapproval.

In conclusion, it really goes as deep as me listening to both sides whom I’ve dug deeply enough to make sure they don’t threat any side & my standing of the almost universal right of free speech, and of course my personal view of respect.

Book recs nobody asked for PART 1 (fantasy ver.)

*minor spoilers*

along with quotes I couldn't help but add

in no specific order (actually yes, the order that my brain thought of):

Series

Throne of Glass Series by Sarah J Maas

(YA FANTASY ROMANCE)

'"You could rattle the stars," she whispered. You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That's what scares you the most."'

'It would not take a monster to destroy a monster - but light, light to drive out darkness.'

'The world would be saved and remade by the dreamers.'

From Blood and Ash Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout

(NA FANTASY ROMANCE)

'Some truths do nothing but destroy and decay what they do not obliterate. Truths do not always set one free. Only a fool who has spent their entire life being fed lies believes that.'

'"But he’s the one thing in all the kingdoms that you, and only you, never have to fear."'

These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong

(YA ROMEO AND JULIET RETELLING- HISTORICAL FICTION/ PARANORMAL)

'They speak of Roma Montagov and Juliette Cai as the ones who dared to dream. And for that, in a city consumed by nightmares, they were cut down without mercy.'

"What are you afraid of?" "Love, in a city ruled by hate."

'Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.'

'You lied to me. You lied to me until I wanted you dead.'

Standalones

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

(NA CONTEMP ROMANCE/ HISTORICAL FICTION/ PARANORMAL)

'Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.'

'What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?'

'But this is how you walk to the end of the world. This is how you live forever. Here is one day, and here is the next, and the next, and you take what you can, savor every stolen second, cling to every moment, until it’s gone.'

The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller

(YA ROMANCE PARANORMAL)

“They've never found the body of the first and only boy who broke my heart. And they never will.”

just me feeling philisophical

y'all rmb you shit on bad books too before shitting on people who shit on books you like

its sad how my mother keeps ranting about how i think im so hardworking but im not/ i need to studying instead of complaining i get bad grades/ look at other people etc etc but the thing is i never said i was hardworking, i never said i study hard, im perfectly aware that i dont study hard and could be more hardworking but like when things like tumblr and pinterest and instagram and netflix and tiktok exist textbooks just arent my priority ya know. also mother, the more you rant the more my passive agressive side wants to do less so maybe just, respectfully, stop bc I KNOW even if I don't exactly act like it.

You realize its easy to acknowlege that you suck/ you need to do shit trust me i knew that since I was eight but the HARD part is doing the shit not accknowleging you need to do shit so i mean 🤷‍♀️

you know how i went home from school today all motivated to do literature then i get distracted and spent 2 hours messaging people and another 2 hours using tumblr and another hour staring into space and contemplating life and now i have a shitload of math and literature and mandarin to do. to think i thought ill stop procrastinating because greys anatomy has been taken off netflix... who am i kidding?

i honesly dont know what a dishwasher does. like do you stick dirty dishes inside and it washes it FOR you or does it DRY the dishes for you. cuz either way WHY do westerners hate doing the dishes?

disclaimer (actually, more of a dont expect me to give a fuck notice)

im not supposed to be right all the time so im not gonna spend time trying to justify what i say or what i do since y'all not my bosses/ colleges/ classmates/ teachers therefore what you think of me doesnt matter. omigosh i sound so teenage angsty what? no im nice but im also mean if that makes any sense (no it does not, im aware). will post deep thoughts/ justifications if i feel like it. its social media im not supposed to do stuff i dont want unless people i know actually follow me. bye felicia have a nice life

I have a very very very very important question:

Do y'all haters read acotar just for the sake of critisizing it? Cuz it pisses me off (cuz YES i do get defensive cuz i love them but i get ur freedom of expression stuff) but i get it cuz being judgemental is fun. i like it and I started this post as being sarcastic but now i find it funny. One thing, totally fine with critisizing characters, but its a direct insult to actual humans beings if you call them *dumb*, who, by the way, read sjm bc they like sjm and actually feel happy reading sjm and is certainly smarter than people who read sjm for the sake of hating sjm cuz why waste your time if you don't even like it? It's like wearing the color pink to tell people you hate pink like why do you even bother? also, riceman and feyrugs actually really creative, but my acotar loving side is screaming but all is well.

would love some responses, feel free to hate (since you probably hate for the sake of hating, no judgement even if you call be dumb cuz i am since im failing math) will respond when im bored and will try not to get defensive (but i will)

if i sound sarcastic or stuff, i swear im not but have fun hating cuz im also gonna have alotta fun answering