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Just fucking disappearing at the end of the book

Rowan: No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.

Aelin: Aww thanks.

Rowan: What? No, you’re the devil incarnate. I was talking to Dorian.

Throne of glass as an album receipt, inspired by RJ Kaur on YouTube. Made by me.

Dorian: I have a theory

Aelin: really?

Dorian: yes, if I go hug manon right now, she will kill me.

Aelin: let’s prove that theory—

Chaol: NO—

The trope where a character has lots of scars and is given the opportunity to heal them but while the healer is doing their thing the character looks at a particular scar and goes "No, not this one." because it reminds them of something they survived will ALWAYS, ALWAYS SERVE😭

Book quotes that made me believe in love again~ part 2, because these are all so adorable I just couldn't fit them into one post<3

•He pushed, simply because he damn well couldn’t stop himself,

“And what do you deserve?” A slow smile, indeed a plains-cat readying for the kill. Then, “Certainly more than a bastard-born nobody.”

~Nesta my queen letting her romantic side show for a second :') so vulnerable. Huh? What? Unresolved trauma? No- this is 100/10 romance bb

•"You don’t even know what you’re saying,” Kenji tells him. “You’re acting crazy—”

“I was happier,” Adam says, “when I thought she was dead.”

“You, of all people,” Adam says to me. He looks so disgusted. “I trusted you—told you things I never should’ve told you— I can’t believe you’d do this to me. That you’d fall for him. What the hell is wrong with you?” he demands, his voice rising in pitch. “How sick in the head do you have to be?”

~Adam Kent to his girlfriend<3 fights can be so sexy. especially when a guy calls his girlfriend fucked in the head uwu. every girl's dream :))wishing she was dead aaahhh love is love okay.

•His growls of pleasure filled the tent, drowning out the distant cries of the injured and dying. Life and death—hovering so close, whispering in our ears.

And I hoped that this shard of life we offered up, this undimming light between us, would drive death a bit further away. At least for another day.

~feysand my fav power couple. getting down and dirty in a battlefield like the rulers they are. What? oh no not fighting for their homeland no no that's for basic bitches<33 romantics do seggsy time in battles ;) it's called feminism okay look it up

•“You care for me,” Will said. His voice was cool and sure. “And you know that I admire you, the way that all women know when a man admires them. Now you have come to tell me you will be here, available to me, for as long as I might wish it. I am offering you what I thought you wanted.”

“You cannot mean that.”

“And you cannot have imagined I meant anything more,” Will said. “There is no future for a Shadowhunter who dallies with warlocks. One might befriend them, employ them, but not …”

~will my bestie offering the girl he loves to be his whore<3 unusual but I don't kink shame here :) spread loveee,hashtag speaking from the heart

•"Hear my judgment,” Cardan says, authority ringing in his voice. “I hereafter exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world until such time as she is pardoned by the crown. Until then, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.”

I gasp. “But you can’t do that!”

He looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. As though I am nothing at all. “Of course I can,” he replies.

“But I’m the Queen of Faerie,” I shout, and for a moment, there is silence.

Then everyone around me begins to laugh.

“Deny it then,” I yell. “Deny me!”

He cannot, of course, so he does not.

~cardan my fairie romeo sweeping Jude off her feet by exiling her<3 *I think I've seeeenn this film beforeeee* he really thought he showed some huge ass ravenclaw energy here :) who said long distance can't be steamy?

•“I lied,” he said. “Demons lie, Clary. You know, there are some kinds of wounds you can get when you’re a Shadowhunter—internal injuries from demon poison. You don’t even know what’s wrong with you, but you’re bleeding to death slowly inside. That’s what it’s like, just being your brother.”

“But Aline—”

“I had to try. And I did.” His voice was lifeless. “But God knows, I don’t want anyone but you. I don’t even want to want anyone but you.”

Clary’s voice had sunk to a whisper. “I don’t want anyone but you, either.”

~awww this is like the new "being your friend isn't enough",, brotherly love<3 okay friends to lovers enemies to lovers WHAT ABOUT SIBLINGS TO LOVERS HUHHH

•"You—Reid, you also made an oath to me. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife.”

His hands dropped to his sides. Defeated. A spark of hope flared in my chest. But then he closed his eyes—seeming to collapse in on himself—and when he opened them again, they were void of all emotion. Empty. Dead.

“You are not my wife.”

What was left of my heart shattered completely.

~Reid my new bff being loyal to his religion and telling Lou that she's not his wife :') so pure. true love 101. *so there you go-o can't make a wife outta a WITCH* his mentor is the hot priest from fleabag<3 "you love me? It'll pass<3"

•“Why don’t I give you the lashing you deserve?”

He looked so dead set on it that she blinked. “If you ever take a whip to me, I will skin you alive.” Rowan paused his stalking. “You’re worthless.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

He went on, “You would probably have been more useful to the world if you’d actually died ten years ago.”

She just looked him in the eye and said, “I’m leaving.”

~ughhh what is it with men's dirty talk being "I wish you were dead" it's so poetic :') again, bird love confessions are...unique, so cut rowan some slack. also threatening to whip her kinkyyyy<333

•Juliette supposed it was her turn to walk away. The lover and the liar, the liar and the lover. They switched those roles between themselves like it was a game.

“I tell the truth,” Juliette said again. Each word was a blade that sliced through her tongue, cutting her twice as deep as the harm she put out into the world. “Wake up. This entire dalliance between us has been an extraction of information.”

“Juliette, don’t say such—”

~Juliette and Roma spending the whole book pining over each other and confessing their feelings, to reach this end. because love<333

•“Don’t worry, tracker. You’ll know when our deal is up.” He shoved me belowdecks, but not before I heard his parting words to Mal—“I’ll be certain you hear it when I make her scream.”

~love triangles can be sooo beautiful especially when you've been kidnapped by one of the guys and the other has the personality of a wet towel<33 but love is love so-

Okay so this scene in heir of fire where the Valg are in Celaena's head and she's reliving all of her worst memories. She's broken and she's accepting the pain that Sam and Nehemia are giving her because she thinks she deserves it as she failed them. And then she goes to a scene where she sees her parents and Sam and Nehemia and Aelin and they all ask her to get up, but she can't. And one by one they all start calling her a traitor but Aelin keeps sitting beside her, reaching her arm out. I think it signifies really beautifully how everyone ends up hating Celaena for some reason or the other and she accepts their hate even though she loves them. But Aelin always stays with her. She stays even when everyone else's words turn to poison. And that moment when she decides to take Aelin's hand is when Celaena Sardothien dies. Samlaena happy ending besties<3

“Hello, Sam,” she breathed onto the river breeze.

“I miss you,” she said. “Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think—I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me, actually.” Her throat tightened. “I never told you—how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I’ll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I’ll know for sure. But until then … until then I’ll miss you, and I’ll wish you were here.”

if this isn't the most painful eulogy and confession I've ever read.

“Get up,” Chaol whispered. "Celaena,” he breathed, his voice laced with pain—and hope. This was all she had left—his outstretched hand, and the promise of hope, of something better waiting on the other side of that line.

Back when I shipped Chaolena</3