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people are literally so boring a male character will kill 10000 people and steal candy from babies and theyll be like omg thats my king! but a female character is rude once and theyre like i hope she dies violently

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extremely depressed and burnt out but in a hot and myterious way

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quick someone colonize britain while they're weak

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CASSIAN 😍🤤❤️‍🔥

Art by @thehannanguyen on Instagram

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All my Nesta Stans 🥺😂🙌

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Cassian is not this terrifying general everyone make him out to be

Cassian is not even a general in the real sense, he’s more like a foot soldier. He was never shown doing anything remotely like a general; he’s too big of a a Rhys’ lapdog to do shit on his own. He’s weak.  Cassian is a himbo and i never saw what was good about him and Nesta besides who they were both stubborn towards each other. There was no genuine connection other than bickering  Nesta screaming when he lay down in blood was pathetic and hard to relate to.  He’s immature, a predator (read Wing of Embers), stupid (he does not wait to meet Nesta & hear her side of the story, he takes Feyre’s side immediately w/ zero critical thinking on his part). That man would believe anything if it comes from his closest people even if the opposite is slapping him in the face. He slaughtered an entire village because lame revenge & he couldn’t control his emotions. So like a general, wow. Never suffered consequences for anything, either That’s not what a general should be like, indiscriminating, gullible, goofy (in a cringe way), immature, emotionally stunted…He has nothing to offer to anyone, Nesta especially, except for his dick that is unrealistically too big to even enter Nesta’s orifices  On the other hand, Eris and Nesta would’ve tested each other and helped each other grow more powerful. Eris would’ve wanted Nesta to harness and control her powers so they could be the best power couple out there. Their sex scenes would have been amazing, and instead we got male gaze POV where Nesta is used as a cum socket. Now she’s been reduced to a low powered character who will probably just be a baby maker in the future books by how her story ended. Potential wasted. All in all, I ship Neris so much and despise Cassiass even more for being mates with One True Queen, Nesta  I wish Nesta had rejected the bond. 

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classic scifi novels by men r always like. page 1 here’s a cool scifi idea i had. page 2 i hate women so much it’s unreal

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If I see a female character groveling I immediately light the book on fire just to watch it burn

#females do not grovel #groveling

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Hunt just doesn’t sit right with me

I'm launching an investigation into Hunt 🧐

TO BE CLEAR -- I'm not necessarily anti-Hunt, just highly suspicious. I'm going to be rereading and collecting evidence for all possibilities... something just seems off.

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#sarah j maas #feminisim #bookblr

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Every couple months I just randomly get livid about ACOTAR again, post a million tumblr posts about it, and then disappear back into the abyss

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Here’s the thing with Cassian and Mor:

Your guy has a best girl friend and he thinks she’s amazing: great, love it, love a man who respects women, hope she trained him well

He thinks she’s beautiful and perfect: sure, i guess

They fucked: as long as there’s nothing between them now and it’s all in the pas—

They’ve been pretending they’re fucking for 500 years: 🚩

Including in front of you: 🚩 🚩

She’s tells you to stay away from him multiple times: 🚩🚩🚩

So he pretends you don’t exist whenever she’s around: 🚩🚩🚩🚩

She tells you don’t deserve kindness and thinks you should be sent to a torture prison: 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

He agrees: 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

None of this ever gets resolved:

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You Made Her Like That

so i got a bunch of angsty prompts, and i decided to ignore them and write things angsty thing instead. basically set during the camping trip from hell, but with a more appropriate reaction on nesta's part.

shout out to @skychild29 for beta-reading! hope you all enjoy!

You can also read this on AO3.

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Nesta isn't sure how many days it's been when she decides to stop. Three or four, she can't be too sure. Three or four days of this trek through the Night Court countryside. Not that she takes in any of the scenery. She can't see anything further than the next step in front of her. Beyond that are her nightmares, out of order and never-ending: Feyre's crying face, Tomas, Elain turning away, Elain drowning in the Cauldron, Velaris streets as she runs past cheery shops, four Hybern soldiers looming over her bed as she snaps awake. The crack of her father's neck rings clearly in her ears every night, no matter how hard she tries to drown out the fire.

It's a stream of different types of pain, all of it entirely consuming and unbearable in its own way. It's no wonder a few days have passed before she's able to form a conscious thought: I don't want to do this anymore.

So she just stops.

She becomes acutely aware of the pain in her shoulders, her back--oh, it's everywhere--and shrugs the bag off. Only when it hits the ground with a thud does Cassian turn around.

"What is it?" he says after a minute. It's the first thing he's said to her that isn't a command in...however long she's been here. He doesn't sound like he cares, but she guesses he has to ask.

She doesn't pick her eyes up from the ground. "I'm done." Disuse, dehydration, and exhaustion makes her voice an unattractive type of hoarse, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore.

He doesn't take a step closer. "It's--our campsite's not far. It's only another hour."

Only another hour. There isn't a chance in hell.

"Come on. You can carry the pack."

Something sparks in Nesta's chest at that. Granted, fairly weak, but strong enough to make her look up and meet his gaze head-on. "No," she says, cold and more clearly than before.

He clenches his jaw. "Nesta--"

But she interrupts him. She won't be taking anymore of this--this bullshit.

"If you're going to kill me," she says, keeping her head high the way Mother taught her and her voice icy, "you can do it right here. But I'm not taking another step for this...camping trip."

She's precise and unfeeling with her words. Proper.

Which of course he hates. Of course. So she expects it when he takes a step back, mouth falling open. "You think...I'm...going...to kill you? You think...that I've brought you here...to kill you?"

But Nesta doesn't balk. Her muscles and bones are on the brink of collapse, but she keeps her spine rigid and her stare even. She can do this. She can hold her own.

"Nesta," he says, voice strangled, like it chokes him to say her name. Fine. With how much he hates her, she supposes she should have expected that too.

What she does not expect is what he does next, which is to rush at her, almost faster than she can clock, and grip her arms far more tightly than he ever has before. With her soreness, it hurts more than it should. And she's definitely not ready for when he starts to shout.

"YOU'RE KILLING ME!" he roars, louder than she's ever heard him, as loud as she was when she screamed for his life a lifetime ago, so loud she hears the sound of it well before she begins to process the words. "You're killing me! And--and everyone! Do you know what it's like? I mean, you're just, you're the one killing yourself! Do you know what that does, Nesta, to your sisters? They cry over you because you're killing yourself. And you have been for so long. And what about your friends? What about Gwyn and Emerie? They look up to you! Do you have any idea what something like this can do to them, to watch you just fade out of life? And Amren--Amren doesn't fucking care about anyone like she cares about you--and you just--don't! You just crossed her out of your life!

"And what about me, Nesta?" he asks, pleading, shouting, shaking her slightly as he says the words. "What about me? You know how I feel about you, you know how much I care, and you just...it's like you don't care! You can throw it away like it's nothing! Like it meant fucking nothing to you, and you just--like I don't matter! And you know, because you watched it happen with Elain, you know what it's like to watch someone you care about treat themselves that way, so how can you do that to me? How can you do this to me?"

His final, desperate, repeated question sounds again, echoing in the emptiness between the mountains. It's silent for a long moment, and all she is aware of is the pain in his eyes, twin to the suffocation in her throat.

The spell breaks, shatters, and she with it.

"Get off of me!" she snarls, slapping his chest as she flings herself away from him, almost falling backwards. Her vision goes red, like the whole world is perfectly encased in one of his glowing Siphons. "You are so full of shit, you are such a fucking liar!" She's breathing so heavily but it isn't working--oxygen doesn't seem to be coming through. Distantly, she thinks that this should mean she shouldn't be able to speak, but it's as though someone else is pulling them right out of her mouth. She can't stop them from coming. They all simply fall out; she hears them for the first time along with him.

"My sisters don't care about me! I don't have any sisters! I did everything for both of them and it still wasn't enough! I walked all the way to the Wall for Feyre, I tried to get her out, but she didn't even want to come back! And then I did everything she asked when she did, every time! It wasn't even my war! I could've gone! And I did it--for her!"

Behind her eyelids, she can see her sister: asleep next to her in the bed their mother died in, standing tall in a crown Rhysand placed upon her head, crying her name as Hybern drags her into the Cauldron, pregnant and glowing. Locking her out of her life forever, painting a pretty picture with smiling faces of everyone she knows, except for her.

She relives betrayal after betrayal now, in the middle of nowhere. Her stomach rips in two, forcing her to continue in a messy, unending banshee shriek.

"And I've always done everything for Elain! I've done everything for her! I died for her and the last thing I did alive was fight for her, I fought the Cauldron for her. And it still wasn't enough, it's still not enough, they still don't want me! In her stupid house or in her life, that's why she sent me away--with you!

There's something wrong with the air here--it's not working, her lungs aren't working. Maybe this is it, maybe Rhsyand has snuck up behind her to kill her. Cassian takes a small step towards her, arms raised, but she swings her arms down violently to keep him away.

"You think Gwyn and Emerie don't know? You think they don't--they're not stupid! They know! Everyone knows, everyone looks at me and sees--they know what I am! They don't need you to--I don't need you to tell them! They know about the soldiers; everyone knows about the soldiers!"

She can taste iron. Blood, from her throat. She hasn't drunk nearly enough this week to be screaming like this--but she is, shrieking, crying, shaking, and everything hurts and her head fucking hurts but she can't stop--

"Amren never cared about! You think I don't--Amren thinks I'm a waste of life! She never cared about me--and she thinks I should go to the Prison because she hates me and she wishes I were dead and Morrigan thinks I should be in the Court of Nightmares--and you don't care about me at all, you liar."

He takes another step, inching closer like his dying form had once, saying something, but she can only hear herself screaming in her memory and now.

"You don't care, you don't care that I died, that I'm already--you don't care, you think I'm a whore, you don't care that I can't eat or sleep and you don't care about anything that's happened to me, and you don't care that I can't take baths and you don't care if the magic kills me and you don't care what people say about me and you don't care if I'm scared and you, you, you only care about yourself! And you hate me because of the soldiers and you don't care that I didn't even mean to kill them and you don't care--you don't care that I see my father--you don't care about the fire--you don't care about me, you don't care what happens to me--you--you--"

A slight gust of cool wind in her face has her gasping for breath. There's a searing pain, but can't localize it, and doubles over.

"Shh," Cassian says, and she realizes it's not the first time he's said it. Her body jerks of its own accord, and that is when she realizes that he's holding her upright. "Shh, Nesta, it's all right, just breathe. Just breathe."

She can't--she's trying but she's not getting any air--she's drowning, her lungs aren't working--she tries to push him off of her. "You stay away from me--"

He holds his palms up again, and she stumbles backwards, falling onto the ground. Her hands scrape against something sharp, but if they bleed, she can't feel it.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Nesta," he says. "You just need to breathe. With me, Nesta."

His voice is quiet. Too quiet. She shouldn't be able to hear him, and maybe she doesn't. Maybe she can only see him mouth the words--but wait, no, she can't see anything--

"Match my breathing, Nesta. In...out...in...out..."

It's a struggle, almost the most effort she's ever put into anything, but after some time--she can't tell how much--she gets there. She finally starts to feel the cold of the night air again, and only then does she realize hot tears are still streaming down her face, and then she hears herself sobbing.

"It's all right, Nesta," he says slowly crawling towards her. His voice sounds odd. Different. "I promise it'll be all right. I promise. Just keep breathing."

He gives her some water to drink. She doesn't want to, it makes her head pound even more, but he makes her. And when she's had a whole skin he says, in the most gentle voice she's heard in years, "You need to sleep, Nesta."

"I..."

"I'm just going to get the mats out...it's all right, Nesta. Come on, lie down."

He helps her; easing her onto the mat.

"I'm just going to clean your hands," he says, coming around to her other side and holding her palms. He swipes them with something cold and lightly stinging, then rubs a soothing lotion over that.

"It's all right," he says again. "I'm going to give you this, all right?" He pulls something out of a pocket. A vial of some blue liquid. "It's to help you sleep. Okay, s--Nesta? Just to help you sleep."

She stares at it. It's quiet now, which means she's stopped crying. Her head still hurts. Thinking still hurts.

"All right, Nesta?"

He takes her hand, opens it, and presses the bottle into her palm. She drops it--she's still shaking.

"It's all right. Everything's going to be all right. You're just going to take this, Nesta." He holds it up to her mouth, tilting it back slowly, as though she were an infant. The stuff is tasteless, and makes her mouth feel numb.

"There you go. It's all right, Nesta..."

Something is on top of her--a blanket? No, there hadn't been blankets. No, it's Cassian's wing.

She twitches closer to him automatically but forces herself to jolt back, his warmth beckoning to her like a forbidden fruit.

"It's all right, Nesta, I won't light the fire. I'm not going to hurt you. No one's going to hurt you. Just go to sleep. Everything's going to be all right. I promise."

Whatever he'd given her acts fast. Or maybe she's just so tired. Perhaps both. But she can feel herself being pulled under, knows she couldn't fight it off even if she wanted to. Vaguely, before her mind goes blank, she realizes what's wrong with his voice: Cassian is crying too.

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and that's it! i've had it in mind for months and i'm excited to share it. i hope i did it justice.

as for continuing: i don't think I would do a novel-length end to this, because the way i see it continuing is it basically eventually would tie into my current wip, fatwd. but I think i could write another chapter or so of the aftermath--the ic's reaction and fallout--if there's enough interest in that. so lmk😊

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Why does Mor give jealous girlfriend vibes sometimes in regards to Nesta and Cassian..? She doesn't even like him in that way, but is so overprotective and interfering like go away

Oh she ABSOLUTELY does. But what is even more disturbing to me is that Cassian fully gives *guilty cheating boyfriend* vibes in how he thinks about Mor. Like the first time he gets close to Nesta (Wings and Embers) he thinks that he wouldn't like to have to tell Mor about her. He drops Nesta's hand when Mor walks in. Their whole dynamic is just really weird and I personally think this is another instance of SJM deciding to change her shit and then not going back and changing it from the beginning or rethinking character dynamics.

Like I fully think that Cass-Az-Mor was supposed to be a love triangle that was full of tension. SJM said she didn't realize Cassian and Nesta were supposed to be together until the characters met, which is already significantly into ACOMAF where the whole inner circle dynamic has been established. She had an idea in her head for how those relationships worked and then didn't rethink or shift when she decided to change one of their future's.

The same way she didn't go back to make Nesta in the first few chapters of ACOTAR makes sense once she decided halfway through the book to expand on the character.

Like in ACOTAR we go from "Nesta hates me and is awful and lazy and mean and won't hunt or cut wood" to "Nest went into the woods and risked everything to save me. There is nothing Nesta couldn't do if she decided to take on the world." With NO IN BETWEEN OTHER THAN A BAD PAINTING LESSON!

I also think this is partially to blame for Lucien's complete drop off of character development. Because Sarah decided in book 1 that he was going to be with Nesta and then once that fell apart in ACOMAF she switched gears to Elain, who she hadn't taken the time to flesh out in book 1. And SJM always drives character development through romantic interests.

I'm just exhausted by the inconsistencies tbh

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One of the main selling points for nessian was that cassian saw nesta so when sjm made him so obtuse to her suffering,really weakens his character imo.

Yeah... I mean. I think so too. Because there’s definitely a difference between ACOMAF/ACOWAR Cassian to ACOFAS/ACOSF Cassian. It’s very odd to me.

I know someone commented on one of my posts that they didn’t think Cassian lacks emotional intelligence like I claimed and I wrote a giant analysis so to speak, about emotional intelligence and Pre-ACOFAS Cassian and Post-ACOFAS Cassian, but I never posted it because at that point I was like ehh... wtf cares. I’ve ranted enough. It doesn’t matter in the slightest. It was way too long. 

But there was a time I remember before ACOFAS, where a lot of the fandom was like the IC treat Cassian like he’s dumb. Like he’s just the comedic relief, or he’s just the person who sleeps around, who would sleep with Feyre yadda yadda, who don’t really validate his own feelings either, because with Feyre he was this lovable person who was very charismatic and I dare say emotionally intelligent. But with the IC, he was set in a role. There was a good amount of dialogue in ACOMAF about how they perceived Cassian, and it could of been friends speaking to friends, but it definitely didn’t seem like it. 

But in ACOFAS and beyond, it really felt like the ignorance set in. Like he was made to be the dumb character. I don’t know if that was because conflict needed to be made, because the whole of the IC was  unempathetic and that was a theme. I don’t know what it was. But there are many instances that I feel ACOWAR Cassian wouldn’t have been like that. There are so many times where Nesta is so obviously hurting that I don’t see how you wouldn’t connect dots and then change your own behavior accordingly, if nothing but being more sympathetic or even pitying or considering that Nesta is a victim of circumstance. But the theme as I’ve said many times in nicer ways of ACOSF, was “we’re not going to change, you’re going to change.” 

Prime examples of Cassian’s lack of emotional intelligence was “Starving won’t bring your father back to life” HHAAHA I have to laugh, and then being given the evidence in three books that Nesta is a prideful, private person and then knowing she is suffering, knowing that she has suffered some sort of assault, which he himself has acknowledged and then bringing her to train in front of a bunch of men who are misogynistic and who’s own women won’t train either, and then being like WHY NESTA? WHY AREN’T YOU TRAINING? Why sit on that rock? and then not even asking her. LOL. Stupid. 

And then... the fire. He literally notes in his own POV at least twice that she stays away from it, or she asks to move away and he doesn’t connect that she has some problem with it... until she explicitly tells him. MmmK. 

And then with the marriage vs. mating bond, he notes that she is uncomfortable, he says “what spooked you?” or whatever so he knows that she’s obviously troubled in some way and she’s literally trying to tell him, and he’s like.... nah, I’m going to keep pushing and then he’s like “shackled.” Oy. 

And in ACOFAS, the whole scene with the present for solstice and her “bullshit behavior” when they literally didn’t talk to her the entire time. They didn’t even try, and he’s over here like “I hope you try next year” or whatever. HAHAH. Cue maniacal laughter. 

Like I understand you certainly wouldn’t know what goes on in Nesta’s head, but... is he that stupid to not connect dots from what he already knows? Especially from the male who visited the families of soldiers who died, who mourned them, who felt guilty, who understood Mor’s discomfort in the triangle to be the buffer, because he explicitly says that he played the buffer in ACOSF, so he was aware of the situation, who was actually a lot nicer and sweeter and patient with Feyre, offering in turn to train with him, because he understood the poverty, what she did, the killing of the fae, how that might have affected her, who literally kept going back to Nesta even after she was like get away from me in ACOWAR, because he understood that she had been violated, and no one else validated that except him. Where was the validation in this book? 

Where was that Cassian?

He was kind I admit after moments of stupidity in ACOSF, but that doesn’t make him emotionally intelligent. Caring is not the same thing as empathy. But yeah... I really don’t understand why that was his MO in ACOSF, obliviousness... I would have appreciated it more if it was Cassian showing explicitly that he cared about Nesta and understood her pain, even if he didn’t understand why she was pushing him away, if it was less of Amren telling him to keep reaching out his hand, and him just being like No I need to reach out my hand, because she’s been through a war and I have known war all of my life. I’ve been through that aftermath many times. I’ve seen what it does as any kind and charismatic general would. But unfortunately no critical thought went into this book and the Cassian in ACOWAR is no longer.

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Letting Things Get too Far: (One-shot) *Contains ACOSF spoilers

This is not the fic I was going to post and I am on the fence now about posting “Love is Bright Red, Hope is Dark Blue.” I might still do it, but I don’t know, because I don’t want the six chapters to influence my perception, but OMG I am so mad. I have to laugh because I’ve never been this mad before. And I know eventually it will be okay with the rest of the book, but I cannot deal NOW with what we’ve got. I will not be unbiased, no reader in the world is unbiased when they love a book, but oooo this is a little too much. Like if you’re not deeply enraged are you even a fan? Lol

The only way I deal with emotions is writing because I get really obsessive and I cannot stop thinking about something until I change my mind about it, so I wrote a fic based on those chapters to change my mind. 

So Please don’t read this fic if you haven’t read the 5.5 chapters that were released (legally) to the world yesterday. I do have to say that I wrote this based on Italian translation and not of the one that was translated by someone here in English. But the general concept it the same. 

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