Lorcan: How did you find me?

Aelin: I just listened for the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that.

Incorrect ToG #26

Lysandra: should we have a Romeo and Juliet moment?

Aedion: yeah sure

*later*

Lysandra: What are you doing?

Aedion: I’ve got the poison

Lysandra: I meant the young foolish love kinda thing, you wet rag

Aedion, blinking: oh yeah, that too I guess

Feysand’s Daughter Headcanon #4

- Rhysand sitting down obediently and allowing his little daughter to colour in around his tattoos with her glittery pens.

- Later, the inner circle complements him on the splodges of colour visible

- the inner circle have a pool day and feysand's daughter jumps around in her little swimsuit. She is distressed that her dad's coloured tattoos will drip away if he goes in the pool. Feyre grins and places an air bubble around Rhys' arms. After a day at the pool, the glittery arm art hasn't changed a bit.

- uncle cassian falling to the ground in mock pain as the little girl pretends to kick him, and she giggles. Azriel yelps as Cassian accidentally flips him into the pool with him in the drama of his pain

- “what if I’m a sea monster” Uncle Cas warns her and hauls her up into his arms and over his head as she shrieks with giggles

- Rhys thinks Feyre looks absolutely ravishing in her swimming suit

Aelin : do you have a date for valentine's day?

Fenrys : yeah, February 14th.

Aelin : i- nevermind.

The fact that Gwyn and Az can both sing is amazing.

Lorcan : there are 21 letters in the alphabet.

Elide : no wth are you dumb, there's 26.

Lorcan : oh right, i must have forgotten URAQT

Elide :

Elide : Lorcan, you're 500. You must know the alphabets by now.

Bryce: vroom vroom vroom

Hunt, remembering the last time she vacuumed: Please stop.

[ACOSF SPOILERS]

If Rowan had been there, I'm pretty sure this is how it would've gone down:

Rowan: Hello, Feyre.

Rhys: *glaring at the not ugly Fae male talking to his pregnant mate*

Feyre: *smiles* Long time no see bro!

Rowan: And what's this I smell!

Rhys: *waving at him madly from the background and giving him death threats*

Rowan: The winged boy in your stomach doesn't match your... anatomy you know. You didn't even tell me you were pregnant, bae!

Rowan: *slurps tea loudly*

Rhys: THAT'S IT YOU'RE DEAD BIRDBOY

[side note my keyboard auto corrected Rowan to Titan like Titan Whitethorn lmfao]

Me: I think you should get married.

Dorian: I'm listening. To whom?

Me: What do you mean to whom, obviously Ma-

Dorian: *proposes to Maeve*

Me: -non.

A fight

Feyre: this is the last box of your clothes I’m just going to label it “what were you thinking?”

Rhysand: Huh that’s funny i was just gonna go to the spring court and write the same thing on Tamlin

Dorian : i want to live in your socks bro.

Chaol : what the heck bro?

Dorian : So i can be with you every step of the way.

Chaol : *tearing up* bro?

Dorian : Bro.

Nesta: all in all, a pretty successful trip

Feyre, sobbing: we lost lucien we have to go back for him we lost him!

Nesta:

Nesta: all in all, a pretty successful trip

Azriel: says like 2 words every book

The entire fandom: that’s literally the hottest shit ever he’s so fine I’m on the floor best man only man ever best character shit

Rhys, who winnowed right into the middle of Feyre's wedding with added sound and light effects, told Helion not to enter Velaris at night on a chariot pulled by pegasi with with flaming hair? Really? Really, Rhys?

Cassian: The... House listens to you.

Nesta: Stay calm.

Dorian: Oh, fiddlesticks.

Aelin: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let’s watch the fucking language.

Twister up at the House of Wind

Azriel: Cassian, left hand yellow.

Azriel: Nesta, right foot blue.

Nesta: *ends up on top of Cassian*

Cassian: You're doing this on purpose aren't you.

Azriel: Careful, you might get disqualified.

Aelin, rolling down the car window: What seems to be the problem, officer?

Cop: gET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR

Welcome to the House of Wind, where you are more likely to find weapons under couch cushions than change, and you are more likely to die of tetanus than falling out a balcony.

Rowan : [ uses aelin's phone ]

Rowan : [ sees the contact *love of my life* ]

Rowan : awww, my fireheart!

Rowan : wait- this isn't my number

Rowan : [ dials number ]

On the phone : hello, this is the chocolate shop. Oh hello Miss Aelin! Would you like the usual?

Rowan :