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#sam cortland deserved better
highladyofterrasen7 · 6 months
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JAIL JAIL
STRAIGHT TO JAIL
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And shit look at that I’m crying
I apologise, but if I must suffer, so shall you
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BUT ONLY AFTER JAIL
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ervotica · 2 months
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0 days since i last cried over sam cortland (i’ve been crying for 4 days)
it’s 11am and i’ve cried abt him three times today
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l14099l · 12 days
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I fear i will never get over Sam Cortland.
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leiasp0rg · 2 years
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The fact that sam probably knew what was gonna happen to him and then celaena and the other betrayal shits and plans in farran’s place cus farran wouldn’t have minded telling all these since he were gonna make him die in pain :/
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outerspacious · 2 months
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I finished reading assassin’s blade and I’m bawling my eyes out like wtf??? Jesus Christ and the fact that I knew what would happen too?? And I’m still like ????
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highladyjane · 5 months
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1) Are you named after anyone?
2) When was the last time you cried?
3) Do you have kids?
4) What sports do you play/have you played?
5) Do you use sarcasm?
6) What's the first thing you notice about people?
7) What's your eye colour?
8) Scary movies or happy endings?
9) Any talents?
10) Where were you born?
11) What are your hobbies?
12) Do you have any pets?
13) How tall are you?
14) Favorite subject in school?
15) Dream job?
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Ooohh fun fun!
1) My parents decided to name me after my dad's 8 best mates who ALL had names that started with J & A & N & E lol
2) Yesterday, after finally daring to reread and actually finish The Assassin's Blade (my first book into the Maasverse) because my baby SAM CORTLAND DESERVED BETTER. I was so devastated after reading it the first time, that I couldn't read ANYTHING (not even the rest of TOG) for MORE THAN A YEAR after it (until ACOTAR 🤣). So yeah, I cried when I finished it yesterday. I'm a hopeless romantic who gets invested too quickly, so I learned my lesson there - both in books and in real life 😆
3) Nope. But planning on having ones in the next five years so I can name them Azriel, Cassian and/or Feyre lol
4) Footie ⚽️the longest, but I've also done 🏇🤺🏐🏑🏸🏉🏈 not because I was particularly athletic, but because my parents wanted me to have a hobby besides reading, baking, and sitting in my room daydreaming - so I got to try everything for a couple of years each. 🏇 and 🤺were my faves but they were too expensive.
5) If I know the other person enough to know they will get it... 'cause not a lot of people do 🙄
6) Their energy and their hair
7) The colour of something bittersweet and something smelly
8) HEA! I save all the scary movies for October 🤣
9) Being ME is a talent 🤪 I'd say I used to be talented in singing but after I got hit by depression in my teens, I stopped singing for years and now I just don't have it anymore. But my friends recently said I'm talented in baking and cooking, as well as pretending I'm the most extroverted person in the room when I'm actually the most introverted to the point of being a total recluse or dead for months until somebody checks up on me lol
10) In a hospital in the capital city of a country made up of islands in the most populous continent of planet Earth.
11) Making up fake scenarios in my head... And sometimes acting up someone else's head-made fake scenarios on stage 🎭
12) I have two - cutie Q below, and then one that people like to call my now 'Husband'
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13) Not tall enough to reach the upper-most shelf anywhere without a stepping stool or a ladder or a brother or a husband or a taller stranger to get what I need.
14) English, Arts, Languages, and Social Sciences.
15) Actress! Or anything that would allow me to travel a lot... Or if I'd had the brains for it - a CEO of a business/organisation that helps contribute to something good to the world rather than destroy it.
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spookyseasontime · 1 year
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Sam Cortland deserved better 😭
Just started TOG (I’m reading chronologically) so yes I already know many spoilers for the series but honestly after that first book the rest of the series is going to break me
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legitjustfandoms · 11 months
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RE: Throne of Glass
Hot take here but Sam Cortland not only deserved better he was perfect (if we’re talking Arlin’s love interest so was Dorian, just not for her, he’s perf for Manon and in general he’s everything do not argue this point with me I won’t change my mind) but Sam can do no wrong in my eyes basically, Rowan on the other hand… he’s a brick wall. I don’t get why people love him? I only ever like him in fan fiction because then people make him interesting but he’s just kinda nothing? There but so like the rest of the cadre feels so much more 3 dimensional and has more personality somehow even though he’s the love interest of the main character of the series? He seems like that super underdeveloped side character that has a name but like no real traits but is there for the plot he’s so boring. I did listen to the series as an audiobook while I was at work so maybe I missed like all his good parts while I was busy doing things? I’m gonna reread eventually, maybe I’ll change my mind but I’m just always baffled when I see posts fawning over Rowan I’m like but he’s ehh? Idk i don’t think I missed it I think I just normally don’t like SJMs leading men because i feel the exact same way about Hunt in Crescent City, i only like Rhysand out of the 3 series she has like “leading” guys, i like the side guys or exes better?
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rowanaelinn · 2 years
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Mr. and Mrs. Whitethorn Six Yulemas - Outtake (After Year Three)
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Happy birthday Aelin! I was supposed to have something else ready but… Exams and all. So enjoy this little outtake, and don’t hate me. This is a lot of angst.
Warnings: Angst, mention of sex, Alcoholism | Word Count: 1,333
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May third.
Today was the third day of the fifth month for everyone, and the worst day of the year for Rowan Whitethorn.
He was drunk. Had been that way the entire day. He started it that way, and hopefully, he’d drink enough tonight to pass out. It wasn’t about numbing his emotions anymore. He just wanted to… stop. Sleep, and wake up when things get better.
He slammed his door behind him when he got back into his dorm, threw his bag on his bed and pulled a bottle out of his drawer, and opened it. Bourbon. Everything he liked.
Three years ago he had been with her. Partying out of their mind, not caring about any consequences as long as they faced it together. And her father’s rage at the state of his house had been so much to take in considering the hungover they both were in.
Rowan never cared about anything as long as Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the woman he has loved for years, was by his side.
And now, he was away. They didn’t text, didn’t call each other. He was sure she didn’t even spare him a thought. If she did, she would have called a long time ago.
And the worst? He couldn’t even fucking blame her. Who would want him?
She clearly didn’t. No, Aelin was perfectly happy with Sam Cortland. Of course, she was. He enabled her, feeding her vices. He was the perfect boyfriend.
Jealousy was eating him alive. Eating every sane part of him, begging him to be angry and hate her. Hate her perfect boyfriend. Hate everyone that ever got close to her.
It had been such a fucking hard thing not to actually kill Dorian and Fenrys when he saw them over Yulemas. They’d seen more of her than he did. They got more of her than he did.
And that was such an asshole way of thinking, but he didn’t care.
Rowan got half-drunk foreplay and cries on his shoulders. Far from what he spent years dreaming about. Not that it hadn’t been good. Fuck, Rowan still dreamed of it almost every night. When he had her on his lap, riding his fingers and her hand wrapped around his cock: Rowan believed for a second he was in heaven.
And then reality kicked in.
He had hurt her just a few hours before. She was out partying that night because of him. She’d hurt herself because of him. And he was still selfish enough to let her lose herself in him. He never forgot about Aelin’s boyfriend that night, he just didn’t care. And that fact alone was the reason why he hadn’t spoken to Aelin since.
She deserved better.
But today, on her birthday, the memories were too painful. He was always with her for birthdays. It was Aelin’s day, which had been his favorite day of the year for years.
He wasn’t a happy drunk, and even less tonight. Not as he downed drink after drink, the sun disappearing before his eyes, but he was too lost in his thoughts to notice the night settling in.
His bottom lip was bleeding, and it was only when the string of pain spread in his body at the contact with his alcohol that he noticed. His fucking anxiety. He hated this.
Because as much as he spent his time hating himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Was she okay? Had she noticed his lack of texts?
He barely noticed the tears streaming down his face as he grabbed his phone, looking at the only pictures in his favorites. They were all of Aelin and him. His favorite was the one he took of her sleeping in his bed right before they went Yulemas shopping when they were seventeen.
He had so many candid pictures of Aelin. Because if she was magnificent when she posed for the camera, she was divine when she wasn’t looking at it. When she was just herself, doing nothing else other than existing.
He let the phone fall on the floor, along with his empty bottle of bourbon, and cried in his hands. It wasn’t a rare thing for him to do lately, but he wasn’t sure it ever hurt so much.
He missed her. So much.
It was like oxygen had been cut off his body. He couldn’t function without her, it was just too painful.
He couldn’t tell her that, and he knew it. She looked so hurt the last time they were with each other, and Rowan wasn’t oblivious to the point of not knowing it was partly because of him.
But his body, his heart and his soul ached for her. He exhaled longly before grabbing his phone and looking for her contact before pressing the call button.
He regretted the decision every second, each of them feeling like hours until he heard the familiar sound of someone picking up.
He didn’t hear any background music or loud partying, and for a second he wondered if he had been sent to voicemail. Until he heard her breathing, and somehow, it smoothed some of his rough edges.
“Hi,” Rowan breathed.
He heard her swallow before she answered in the same tone, “Hi.”
He coughed, trying to even his voice and get rid of the sobs that had barely stopped. “Happy birthday, Fireheart,” he couldn’t help but use her nickname.
She exhaled longly, a sob escaping her before she said, “Thank you, buzzard.”
“Are you okay?”
A long breath. “Yeah. No. I don’t know, it’s been a long day, you know?”
“Yeah,” he answered. “Yeah, I do.”
“You called,” she said, surprise clear in her voice.
“Of course, I did.”
He tried to sound as confident in his answers as he could. He hadn’t planned on calling, but he couldn’t just ignore her.
“You’re out with friends?” He asked.
“No,” she said. “I didn’t feel like there was anything to celebrate, I’m just in my bed now.”
And somehow, it was worse than the idea that she was having fun without him. There was so much to celebrate today, and she didn’t see it.
Before he could say anything, Aelin asked, “How are you Rowan? Nobody hears from you lately.”
He had been slightly out of touch, that was true. Not that he thought anyone noticed, or cared. The only thing that made him keep going was Lyria. This woman wasn’t the kind to let go. Every morning she knocked loudly on Rowan’s door and forced him to class, she forced him to study and play sports. Aelin would like Lyria if this situation wasn’t so fucking complicated. They were both so bossy.
But Aelin was too skinny, she was drinking too much and partying every hour of the day. She didn’t need his problems on top of it all, so Rowan only said, “I’m just busy. Everything’s perfect for me. You?”
He hoped she would say that she needed him. Hypocritical of him considering his lie, but he was allowed to hope.
She let out a shaky breath, “I’m the happiest.”
He nodded, not believing her at all. Another tear fell off his eye, and he rushed to wipe it away. “I hope you’re having a great birthday then, Aelin.”
“I am,” she breathed, and it took everything in him not to call her out. She wasn’t happy, and he wasn’t either. But if he called her out, she’d do the same. She always does.
And as awful as it was, as sickening as the thought was, he wasn’t sure he was ready to part with the bottles in his drawer. Not even for her.
So, instead of unpacking everything unsaid between them, Rowan wished her a good night. More cries left him when he lay in bed, not with a beautiful blonde who, he was sure, was just the human incarnation of the sun. No, tonight and probably for the rest of his life, his only companion was this bottle of brown liquid.
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holleybambra · 2 years
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Everyone cries over Sam Cortland's death but I'm ballin over Ress the Guard. He deserved better.
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highladyofterrasen7 · 6 months
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Don’t think I forgot anyone
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Recent reads / stuff from my bookstagram! (Shoutout to my backyard for always having beautiful plant backdrops).
1. “Call Me By Your Name”, André Aciman
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I loved the setting and how organically this story evolved; there’s also something to be said for a love story that has a finite time frame and is sure to end in devastation.
2. “The Assassin’s Blade”, Sarah J. Maas
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I’d read the rest of the Throne of Glass series (aside from “Kingdom of Ash”), and I found this to be a fun, if heartbreaking, background for Celaena / Aelin’s life. Sam Cortland deserved better!
3. “If We Were Villains”, M. L. Rio
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I loved this one so much, cannot say enough good things about it!! I’m a major sucker for the arts, so how could I not adore a novel about theatre students and how their love for Shakespeare corrupts them? Easy: not possible. (Similar to “The Secret History”, so if you liked that, definitely read this!)
4. “It Ends With Us”, Colleen Hoover
⭐️⭐️⭐️.75
Everyone raves about Colleen Hoover, but often I don’t see why. The premise was good and the story pulled at the heartstrings, but ultimately I felt as though certain elements were rushed and a bit forced. I wanted to like it more than I did.
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draconikia · 3 months
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once aelin had been so consumed with jealousy for the other that she had simmered with rage at the mere presence and friendship she bore sam cortland. but now - she found herself seeking her for that very same reason. it was the anniversary of his death, and there were none here but her who would remember. with silent steps she stalks the halls, winding her way to the quarters lysandra holds, towards the faint animalistic scent that forewarns she may well be shifted when aelin does arrive.
fingers curl into fists at her side, before -- she raises to knock. a breath. the door opening just as she's about to pound on it. aelin does not want to think how she must look, golden hair a tangle around her, shadows beneath her eyes; while she takes pride in her appearance, this -- this haunts her. this night will forever embed in her memory. if only she'd been more -- if only she'd been stronger -- better -- anything, to save him.
' you know what today is? '
even her voice rings with that disconnect between the usual poised and polished aelin, the honed celaena, to simply the girl who had loved a boy she could have never deserved.
' i didn't want to be alone. '
the concessions might cost her something, aedion is likely somewhere around, rowan never far, the rest of her cadre always willing to keep her company if the ghosts of her past ever rise in the darkness. but only lysandra knew him. only lysandra has the ability to remember the timbre of his voice, the glint of autumn in his hair -- and suddenly aelin is bereft for someone to share that.
' may i come in? '
lysandra & aelin starter // @homebehind
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I miss Sam Cortland.
That is all. You may carry on about your day.
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throneofsins · 3 years
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Things Sam Cortland deserved:
Not that.
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nobodycaresbithc · 3 years
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Friendly reminder
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