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nikethestatue2 days ago
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The Archeron sisters and the 馃 boys
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kayla-22 days ago
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Rhysand looking to Feyre to get Azriel off of Eris in Acowar during the High Lords meeting was honestly one of my favorite parts. He didn鈥檛 even try before turning to Feyre like 鈥済et your damn kid鈥
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echotzzz15 hours ago
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Stars Eternal and Night Triumphant
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Lady Death and lord of bloodshed
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Death and his lovely fawn
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Bird of flame and
lord of fire
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sydneymack7 hours ago
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Feyre and Rhys - A Court of Thorns and Roses
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s-tormwitcha day ago
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i see people criticizing SJM for making Tamlin the villain, and I don't understand. he was described as violent and abusive, with temper problems and a bad leader who doesn't care about the well-being of the people.聽
THIS is the character, your interpretation of him doesn't matter.聽you don't change the fact that the character's creator made him a villain who abused a woman and his supposed best friend.
when you argue for him, you make it clear that you don't think his abuse of Feyre and Lucien and his neglect of the people of Spring Court was a problem.
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bisexualrhys7 hours ago
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I think one of the reasons why I actually enjoyed ACOSF is because it gave us un-YA censored Rhys
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mmvalentinea day ago
Hi, it's CoN rhys and First Kiss anon, come to terrorise you with more weird promp requests馃槇haha. Okay so like no pressure at all lol, but would you consider maybe writing a Hades/Persephone type fic for Feysand? You're such a brilliant writer and I love all your fics. But seriously no pressure at all. Bye! 馃枻
Hello sweet thing! I finally got inspired to start on this after reading @asteria-of-mars's latest masterpiece, and I have to say I'm enjoying it! I think you're my lucky charm anon because your other prompts First Fall and Fuck You, Feyre Darling are now two of my favourites. Anyway here's a soft and Gods inspired piece x
Pomegranate Part 1
Rhysand strolls through along the border of the Spring Court and gazes over the fields of flowers. Although he will always favour his own territory, even the Lord of Night has to admit that Spring is pretty.
It is twilight now and the dusk is settling in. The girl in the field notices Rhys watching her, and smiles shyly. He lifts a hand, and she walks over to him.
鈥淗ello you,鈥 she says. Her voice is soft and high, like falling petals, and it seems to reach right into Rhys.
鈥淗ello little one,鈥 he says back.
鈥淚鈥檝e seen you walking around here,鈥 the girl tells him. 鈥淒o you come to see the wildflowers?鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 Rhys replies, 鈥渁lthough there is one particular blossom that is much more beautiful than the rest.鈥 His eyes wander to the fresh bloom on her cheek, and he is not lying.
The girl drops her gaze as she smiles, and the loss of her blue-grey eyes is more than Rhys can bear. His hand darts out of its own accord, and gently lifts her chin.
鈥淵ou have such stormy eyes, for a season so tranquil,鈥 he says. She ignores him.
鈥淚 know who you are,鈥 she tells him. 鈥淢y father says to stay away from you.鈥 Rhys鈥檚 brow furrows.
鈥淵our father鈥 did not like my father.鈥 His face lightens. 鈥淭hen again, I did not much like him either.鈥 He grins, and the daughter of Spring tilts her head to one side to watch him. 鈥淎nd you?鈥 he says. 鈥淲hat is your name?鈥
The girl feigns scandal. 鈥淲hat a question!鈥 she says in mock horror. 鈥淕ive you my name, so you might enchant me to follow you?鈥 Rhys鈥檚 lips curl upward.
鈥淚 could just steal you away right now. No one would know.鈥
鈥淢y father would come after you.鈥
鈥淗ow would he know it was me?鈥
鈥淏ecause he didn鈥檛 like your father.鈥
Rhys鈥檚 eyes light. 鈥淏ut he might like me if he got to know me. Many find that they do.鈥
鈥淚 can鈥檛 imagine why.鈥
Rhys is grinning again now, despite himself. He puts his hands in his pockets.
鈥淏ut you know my name?鈥
鈥淵es Rhysand, I do.鈥
鈥淢m. It sounds so good when you say it.鈥
鈥淲ell maybe I鈥檒l have you follow me around.鈥
鈥淚 might do it anyway.鈥
鈥淪till think my father might like you?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not scared of old Tambourine.鈥
The girl giggles at that, and the sound of it rings in Rhys鈥檚 ears for minutes after.
鈥淚鈥檒l tell you what,鈥 she says. 鈥淐ome and see me tomorrow. If I spend a bit more time with you I might decide to trust you with my name.鈥
鈥淪pend time with me now, I鈥檓 not doing anything.鈥
鈥淲ell I am,鈥 she says. 鈥淣ow go away and leave me be.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think I can leave my court two evenings in a row.鈥
鈥淭hen you鈥檒l never know my name.鈥
鈥淏ut that鈥檚 hardly fair!鈥 Rhys protests. 鈥淵ou already know my name, should I not have something of yours?鈥
鈥淔ine,鈥 she says, and steps in close. Rhys barely has time to be surprised, before she stands up on her tip-toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. 鈥淣ow you have something of mine too.鈥
And with that she wanders off, leaving Rhys standing in the field of flowers with his fingers on his face.
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The next day, Rhys walks through the Spring field but didn鈥檛 see the girl. He thinks about the way that he had teased her, and wonders if she might have stayed home and laughed at him. Then something grabs his ankle, and he almost falls.
鈥淗ello you,鈥 the girl says. Rhys stares down at where she is lying amongst the long stems.
鈥淢y favourite flower,鈥 he said. 鈥淚 almost stepped on you.鈥
鈥淭he evening is warm, come and lie down with me.鈥
Rhys glances around, and finds the field empty again. He gets down on the ground and lays his long legs out beside her. Above them, the sky is peaches and cream.
鈥淲hy are we lying on the ground?鈥 Rhys asks. The girl surprises him again by taking his hand and lacing her fingers through his.
鈥淏ecause from here you can hear things growing in the earth,鈥 she says. 鈥淟isten.鈥
She closes her eyes and breathes deeply. Rhys tries to listen too, but is distracted by the freckled serenity of her pale face in the stretching shadows.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not listening,鈥 the girl scolds, without opening her eyes. 鈥淒on鈥檛 you know it鈥檚 rude to stare? We hardly know each other.鈥
鈥淏ut you鈥檙e holding my hand,鈥 Rhys points out. Now she does look at him, and he could drown in the ocean of her eyes.
鈥淚鈥檓 a child of Spring,鈥 she says, and then gives him a smile so lovely his heart breaks. 鈥淎nd Spring is the season for love.鈥 He falls for her, just a little, right then and there.
Rhys rolls onto his side, and brings his thumb to her lower lip without letting go of her hand.
鈥淢y court is Night,鈥 he said. 鈥淣o wonder we鈥檙e friends.鈥
The girl shoves Rhys lightly in the chest. 鈥淣ight is for lust, not love,鈥 she teases. 鈥淎nd we鈥檙e not friends yet.鈥 She goes to pull her hand out of his, but Rhys catches it back and she lets him.
鈥淭hen tell me how I can be your friend.鈥 The girl鈥檚 eyes sparkle.
鈥淰isit me again,鈥 she says. 鈥淢y father is very鈥 protective. And I am lonely.鈥
鈥淚 can do that.鈥
The girl picks up his other hand now. 鈥淰isit me everyday.鈥
Rhys laughed. 鈥淚鈥檒l visit you every day, for a month. If you tell me your name.鈥
She frowns at his fingers, even as she strokes his knuckles.
鈥淔or six months,鈥 she says.
鈥淭wo.鈥
鈥淔ive.鈥
鈥淭hree.鈥
鈥淔our, and I鈥檒l give you a kiss.鈥
Rhys grins at that. 鈥淒eal,鈥 he says. He untangles his hand from hers, so he can slide it behind her hair and cup the back of her skull. The daughter of Spring looks up at him through lidded eyes.
鈥淵our cheek, Rhys,鈥 she whispers.
鈥淏ut nights are for lust,鈥 he says, and then kisses her open mouthed and hungrier than he meant to. She tastes of rosewater and sweet pear. The girl鈥檚 arms twine round his neck and pull him closer, and without thinking he rolls her on top of him. Her weight is delicious along the length of his body, and the evening breeze blows her honey hair across his face.
Finally, the girl pulls back and looks at him from above. He tucks a curl behind her ear, and she flicks his nose for taking more than she had offered. Rhys thinks she might tell him off, but instead, she just says, 鈥淔eyre. My name is Feyre.鈥
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emikadreamsa day ago
heyyy!! can you write a fic or one shot of rhys returning from under the mountain and being unhinged and just spilling all the tea about feyre being his mate to mor because in the acomaf rhys mentions this ?
So um I'm back!!!! Also I made a lil tweak in ur prompt cuz I wanted to write what was going on in Rhys's mind as he winnowed away from Feyre, I'll write Mor's reaction to him spilling all the tea soon. Hope you like it nonie 馃挄
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Feyre.
Beautiful, strong, courageous Feyre who threw the wyrm鈥檚 bone at Amarantha just because she could, was his mate.
She was his mate.
She was his mate.
She was his mate.
Rhysand knew that he was undeserving of love, but-Feyre- she consumed his thoughts.
Her tired face filled every corner of his soul as he stumbled away from her on the balcony for the tightness of the mating bond suffocated him like an incurable ache.
He had suspected that they were connected from the very first moment he had seen her on calanmai but never in his wildest dreams would he have guessed that she was the most important person in his life.
Feyre.
Rhysand was frantically running away from her- trying to put as much distance between them as possible for he knew that if he had waited even a moment longer, he would鈥檝e damned the consequences and told her the incriminating truth.
After all, he knew that her returning his love was merely wishful thinking- she was already happy, with the murderer of his family, of all people.
She had died for him- for Tamlin.
She loved Tamlin and not him.
The pain that he felt at the thought transcended everything he had felt while Amarantha tortured him, his breaths became shallowed pants as he realised that he may never see Feyre again for she was with Tamlin.
However, she was happy, that was all he wanted, for Feyre to be happy and safe.
Feyre.
He knew he was being selfish. How could he not, when winnowing away from her had felt like being stabbed in the chest over and over again.
He had abandoned her-left her to fend for herself as a newly made fae in a land of wolves. He knew she could look after herself but- he had seen the ghosts behind her determined eyes, all he could do now was pray that Tamlin takes care of Rhysand鈥檚 mate.
His mate.
His mate.
His mate.
If there were such things as gods- it seemed that they hated Rhysand with a burning passion, otherwise, they would鈥檝e granted him a seed of happiness, nevertheless, he was going home- to his family, whom he had also abandoned, to Velaris which he had protected only to leave the rest of his court in the hands of the red-haired bitch.
He knew that he deserved the pain and emptiness he felt at Feyre's absence, after all his fate was to suffer-and suffer he would.
Mate.
Mate.
Mate.
As the darkness cleared, he realised that he was in the townhouse- he was home. Then why did it feel like he had escaped from Amarantha鈥檚 cruel reign only to end up in the hands of a far crueller torturer?
He felt empty, a shell of a man he once was.
He stumbled into the foyer and spilt his guts all over the floor.
He was weak and trembling as he managed to pick himself off the floor with the help of his powers. He braced a hand on the wall as his mouth filled with saliva, his body was failing him miserably, yet he didn鈥檛 care. He hated his pitiful existence.
Mor found him like that- the most powerful High Lord in the history of Prynthian- shaking from exhaustion and puking his life out after fifty years of being trapped under a mountain.
She ran towards him, shouting his name like a prayer. With a snap of her fingers, she cleaned him and the floor up, only to have Rhys collapse into her arms.
He was deathly pale, shivers racked his sweat slickened body, his pupils were blown wide open.
He was delirious, yet the only coherent thing he whispered was, 鈥淪he鈥檚 my mate.鈥
Mor was frozen in shock, she managed to snap herself out of her reverie to demand, 鈥淲ho?鈥
As soon as the words left her mouth Rhys鈥檚 face crumbled with indescribable sadness. His eyes welled up with tears, shoulders drooping from the weight of the world as the tears fell like an ocean of sadness had been released at the mere mention of his mate He swallowed before whispering reverently, almost to himself,
鈥淔eyre.鈥
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spookyfreakturtlefire9 hours ago
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Lucien鈥檚 book is gonna break me. No sane person would read 鈥淚f I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" and doesn鈥檛 melt. Break.
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aelingalathyniusrailme17 hours ago
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If you find me on the edge, we鈥檒l jump together
gwynriel pirate au pt 7-god may be a man but the devil comes in the form of a women
check out the other parts if you want :) pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6,
Feyre, feyre, feyre. Feyre fucking archeron. The name of the women before them reverberated through out her body, echoing against her ears, clouding every thought in her mind.聽
Gwyn was going to rip this bitch to shreds. why must the archeron鈥檚 be such a huge part of her life. One she consider her family, the other was love gone sour but the youngest archeron, the pain this women caused her was tenfold to anything Elain could have given her.聽
She hardened her self to the memories that arouse, let her anger burn through any remaining hope to salvage what they once were.聽
Her history with the assassin was long but her seconds was longer, she scolded herself for being so selfish.聽
Gwyn looked over to Nesta and struggled intensely not to go to her. To anyone else she appeared as she always did, cold, indifferent, unbothered. But gwyn saw the slight twitch of her hands, and narrow of her eyebrows. the way she dug her nails into her palms and the almost imperceptible change of her breathing. This unexpected visit had shaken her second and Gwyn knew first hand she didn鈥檛 do well when she wasn鈥檛 in control.聽
Nesta permitted seeing her sister all of once a year and gwyn had forced her to spend an hour with her just a few short weeks ago.聽
And while she was looking at Nesta, Nesta was staring at the strange interaction going on between Feyre and The Shadowsinger鈥檚 own second.聽
Gwyn鈥檚 mind was spinning, going over every way this could possibly go wrong, there were quite a few if shew as being honest. Her gaze cut to Azriel, his features gave away nothing except she knew recognition when she saw it.聽
Azriel did not know her, but Rhys sure as hell did.聽
Feyre鈥檚 eyes locked with Rhys鈥檚, there was tension there, hatred even if they couldn鈥檛 look away.聽
鈥淵ou look as radiant as ever Feyre, darling.鈥 His voice was light, it was teasing with a hint of mockery. Although it would be impossible to dispute that Feyre was beautiful, even in the dingy light of a grotesque bar she couldn鈥檛 help but draw the eye to her.聽
Feyre could never be anything short of perfect. The irony of her being a trained murderer was not lost on anyone that knew her.聽
鈥淵ou look about as well as the bottom of my shoe.鈥 Her features were one of practiced disgust. And yet she was in a room with some of her greatest friends turned enemies and all she could do was stare at that boy.聽鈥淲hat the hell are you doing here Rhysand?鈥澛犅
鈥淚 happen to find that the daily bouts of my life are none of your business anymore.鈥 anymore. Clearly there was history here, but exactly what kind? Romantic or platonic, romantic or platonic.
Feyre stared back at him with a glare that could rival icy coldness of her sister, still clutching the lives of innocents on the thin line between life and death. A line she knew all too well.
This was going to be so fucking annoying. So gwyn took the opportunity to interrupt whatever that was, plastering a grin to her own face as she drawled,聽鈥淔eyre archeron, so unlike you to be so distracted you don鈥檛 even say hello to a dear friend,鈥 Gwyn gave her a look of mock surprise,聽鈥渂y a boy no less.鈥澛
She turned towards her with distain,聽鈥淵es, my apologies, hello Gwyneth. You too sister.鈥 Nesta remained silent, thankfully, in order for all of them to walk out of here alive her second had to keep swords to herself.聽
鈥淚 remember mentions of a chat?鈥 Azriel supplied quietly.聽
Feyre鈥檚 mood brightened,聽鈥渁h yes thank you for the reminder, we were getting off track. I have a proposal.鈥澛
While she spoke, Gwyn鈥檚 eyes met Azriel鈥檚 from across the room. I know what you are about to do and I need you to please just follow my lead. Gwyn knew as well as any that the eyes told stories, she was praying that this wouldn鈥檛 be too much of a stretch.聽
She needed her pirate enemy on her side. I鈥檒l be damned, gwyneth berdara used the word please.聽
You are despicable.聽
You love it.聽
Over my dead fucking body.聽
No need for the language your majesty.聽
I鈥檒l use whatever language I want.聽
Azriel inched closer to Feyre, slowly pulling out a knife.聽
Stop, Azriel you have to stop. gwyn pleaded with her eyes.
Why? There鈥檚 almost twenty of us.聽
Yeah, we would need an army of hundreds to defeat that women.聽
Azrie scoffed, that鈥檚 impossible.聽
Beyond her being the greatest assassin of our generation, she鈥檚-聽
Gwyn could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. She watched as he slowly but sure connected the dots, noting the way she radiated power.聽
I鈥檒l be damned, she鈥檚 fae isn鈥檛 she?聽
That women can kill you without even lifting a finger.聽
Oh Berdara are you worried for me?
Gwyn was about to respond when her senses kicked in and she noticed it was abnormally quiet. She forced her gaze away from azriel鈥檚 to find everyone staring at them.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 almost as if you want me to slit their throats.鈥 Feyre sighed.聽鈥淣ow are you two done?鈥澛
She stayed silent so Feyre took it to mean continue, but really Gwyn was just contemplating all the ways she could cut out her vocal cords.聽
鈥淎nyways, back to my proposition. Under the law, pirates are considered criminals, however her great majesty, the queen turns a blind eye to the deeds of your...folk.鈥 She sounded disgusted.聽
鈥淎nd here I was under the impression that you murdered for a living.鈥 Nesta responded.聽
鈥淚 murder for the sake of the greater good, you murder for fun. We are not the same.鈥澛
鈥淵ou are a delusional coward.鈥澛
鈥淎nd you are nothing, not even worth an insult.鈥 Feyre laughed.聽鈥淎t least our imbecile of a sister had the curtesy of retaining some magic, but you dear sister could not even light a flame if your life depended on it.鈥澛
鈥淎h yes Feyre Archeron the greatest assassin to ever live, a puppet on a string still craving the validation of a queen who cares nothing for you. Poweful fae who falls to her knees for the very same you think yourself better than.鈥 Rhys to his credit did not react to the clear insult.聽
鈥淵ou, my dear sister, are so much less than nothing,鈥 She tilted her head and smiled, repeating her words.聽鈥渁nd you believe you are everything.鈥 Feyre grip on the knives she was holding tightened against the throats of Tarquin and Viviane. 鈥淚t鈥檚 pathetic really cause you鈥檙e the only one.鈥澛
The archeron sisters stared daggers at each other, each refusing to back down.聽
Gwyn鈥檚 mask changed from insane adventurer to the pirate captain she occasionally had to be.聽
Her voice turned icy, her posture straightened, and she clenched her jaw,聽鈥淣esta stand down.鈥 Gwyn ordered, dominance infused in those three simple words. She turned to Feyre,聽鈥淗ow about we discuss in private where family and ex lovers do not intervene.鈥澛
鈥淎nd ex friends are better?鈥澛
鈥淥h Feyre, sweetie, don鈥檛 get it confused, you are clearly here for a reason, my only concern is, have you come as my enemy or as my ally?鈥
鈥淢e holding your crew hostage doesn鈥檛 give you a clue?鈥 She droned.聽
鈥淚鈥檝e known you far too long to ever be fooled into making assumptions of your intentions.鈥澛
鈥淚鈥檓 glad somebody here has some semblance of a brain.鈥 Feyre shot a look in Nesta鈥檚 direction and then one to Rhys.聽鈥淣ow I am going to let you two go,鈥 Feyre purred. 鈥淏ut do not mistake that for safety. Captains come.鈥 Gwyn rolled her eyes to Azriel聽
What are we dogs?聽
Obviously we pale in comparison to the greatness of this women.聽
Gwyn laughed before she could stop herself. Everyone in the silent bar turned to look at her. Gwyn stared right back refusing to be embarrassed although she felt color flushed her neck. Azriel flashed her a smile, one that would send any ordinary soul to their knees. But gwyn wasn鈥檛 any ordinary soul, right?
They followed Feyre into the back room, watching her sit on the chair like a throne before speaking,聽鈥淎s I was saying my queen overlooks your faults for various reasons of her own but this fairytale you are chasing must be put an end to.鈥
Azriel crossed his arms,聽鈥渁nd why is that?鈥
鈥淟ike I said the queen has her reasons, however, she is willing to make a deal with you two.鈥澛
鈥淣o.鈥 No, no, no. Gwyn was done with the queen. Forcing the memories down her mind reacted like a moth to a flame repeating the mantra that got her to where she was today, never again she promised herself, never again.聽
Feyre ignored her.聽鈥淗er majesty is willing to absolve you of all your crimes and keep both The Shadowsinger and The Silver majesty extremely well off for the rest of your lives.鈥澛
鈥淲hat鈥檚 the catch?鈥 Azriel questioned.
鈥淵ou pirates, always so untrusting.鈥
鈥淲hat鈥檚 the catch?鈥 He repeated through gritted teeth.聽
鈥淵ou allow the huge hall to be conquered in the queens name.鈥澛
鈥淲hy would we ever do that?鈥 Feyre was many many things but she was not an idiot. There is no reason for her to ever believe either captain would agree to the fools bargain. So she waited for her to play the rest of her hand.聽
Feyre laughed as if they were beneath her. 鈥淏ecause you need me.鈥
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kayla-22 days ago
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Missing Morrigan and Feyre part 28282837372
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judedxarte10 days ago
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enemies to lovers be like honey (derogatory) to honey (affectionate) and friends to lovers be like i love you (platonic) to i love you (romantic) and i am a complete sucker for both.
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mostly-sarahjmaas7 months ago
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I鈥檓 still not good at Tumblr text posts lol
Derry Girls>>>> Any other show
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s-tormwitch2 days ago
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on the one hand, we have Nesta stans judging all the moments that Feyre had lived her life, with her husband and her friends, ''caring little'' about Nesta and her problems.
on the other hand, we have Nesta stans saying that Feyre did too much for Nesta, which had clear self-destructive actions (which shouldn鈥檛 be considered female empowerment) and was depressed.
for me, the perfect thing would be Feyre to have abandoned her useless and abusive family in that cabin. since that didn't happen, I think Feyre did what she could for the family with what she had.聽
I believe arguing about SJM having practically made a porn book to talk about depression, or ignoring that Nesta has psychologically harassed Feyre for years or Nesta not showing an improvement in behavior with those she harmed the most (Feyre), is a more interesting discussion than a sister concerned about helping another.
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books-read-in-nooks3 months ago
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Friend: 鈥淭he book you recommended was just about two people who hated each other at first slowly fall in love!鈥
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mmvalentinea day ago
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You guys, I'm sorry to be weird and self-promoting but I just noticed that a handful of paragraphs about a HC I wrote literally on my way to work has just edged out my top 3 most popular fics in terms of note numbers and i'm dying a little 馃槀馃槀馃槀 so it's heaps cringey but here we go i'm gonna link some actual work I spent time and effort on Most popular: You The Birchin Moonshine My personal faves: Fuck You, Feyre Darling [ 1 2 ] Fifty-Six: [ 1 2 3 ] The Rules of the Game (I wrote this with @asteria-of-mars!) And if you like Jurdan: You鈥檙e Home Teeth and Tail Perfect Okay I'm done now 馃檲
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