I Wasn't Going To Participate In Tamlinweek Until I Got The PERFECT Idea For Day 4 (on Day 5...)

What I’m not understanding here, I suppose, is the American understanding of ethnicity in SJM’s world.

Some people seem to think Tamlin is Germanic or Dutch….even though he is based off Tam Lin from Scottish mythology. He plays the fiddle, again very coded, fiddles are heavily associated with Northern English, Scottish and Irish folk music.

They celebrate Calanmai in the Spring court…which is Welsh…and Calanmai is written in the Welsh language…so very Welsh.

Roses have a very important meaning in British history, especially red and white ones, considering we had a civil war called the Wars of the Roses. The House of Lancaster was represented by a red roses, House of York White and House of Tudor combined the two roses. Also an attractive English woman is called an ‘English Rose’ see Princess Diana’s funeral song where she is called ‘England’s Rose’. I find this bit funny to be honest, since Tamlin never calls Feyre the Spring Court’s rose but he says he loves her “thorns and all.”Roses are important symbolism in the Spring court as well seeing as how Feyre has a panic attack at seeing red roses/the first book is literally A Court of Thorns and Roses. Tamlin’s parents have a rose garden and Feyre rips a rose out and cuts herself on the thorns (personally I think this could be symbolic that she was never supposed to be part of his family). In fact, she chucks the rose into a bush and Tamlin picks it up to put it behind her ear.

Roses become a theme of Feyre’s rejection of Tamlin, funnily and sadly enough. He brings her a bouquet of white roses from his parent’s garden and she dismisses them.

Tamlin’s beast form looks like a lion…the national animal of Britain.

I fail to understand how you can think Tamlin is not Scottish/British from the text after looking at all of that.

Nesta Archeron.

Inspired by the art of @charliebowater

here I tried to combine digital with watercolor

What if after that you spent decades trying to bring my decying, lifeless body home, while with every year, my last wish doesn't just become a promise to your brother- it becomes an obsession. Your eyes slowly become darker and stop reflecting what you see; they only see one goal anymore, Earth. What if every roadblock becomes a mortal enemy to you as you try to bring the pile of bones, the ones that used to contain my soul, back- they're stripped of their flesh because you had nothing to eat on one of those long, Europa days when you were stranded from the rest of your brothers in arms. In fact, what if those brothers slowly began looking at you differently, and you know they're talking through their suits about something, but they're not including you. You can tell they're afraid of you, afraid after that night where they dug you out of the snow to see you gnawing on my skeleton, the remains of my moldy flesh scattered on the floor around you and spattered on your face. You didn't mind. Everything was for me, after all. So what if the others minded? You only had to finish the war to get back; you only had to defeat everyone else. You had to hurt the people who had taken me away. And as your good memories of me faded, they became the scraps of life you clung to, because you no longer had anything else. Your brothers never understood why if was so important to you to get me back to Earth, never understood that it wasn't because of my last wish anymore, it was because everything else around you had faded into static and your only peace would be found from burying me in my native land. You weren't even sure what you would do after, but you didn't think about that, all you had to do was keep on putting one foot in front of the other; keep killing one person after another. And what if, as the faces blurred together, you accidently killed your family? Your pack, that had traveled along with you, now lay silent among the pink-stained ice and snow? Well, you were fighting a war. Casualties were bound to happen. It wasn't even really your fault, was it- they were holding you back, trying to make you see that you were slowly dying from some disease you contracted after eating my flesh. But you knew, of course, that that wasn't true. They were only trying to keep you from returning with your brother to Earth, to stay there forevermore. If they were right? You didn't care. You trudged on, through snow and ice and sleet and bullets and guns and fighting and death, even though you were getting slower with every step, you kept walking. And what if, in the end, you looked around and saw that not even my bones were there anymore; your soul was now lost somewhere in the rubble. What if you looked up and thought you saw a glimpse of blue and green, somewhere out there, and felt your heart stop, there amongst the snow.

What if, later, your body was found and brought back to Earth, and I was finally able to rest happily?

What if that's when it ends?

What if it goes on forever?

what if we were brothers in arms in the war torn landscape of europa and i held your bleeding wound as the blood stained the endless, blinding white tundra, your bated breath asking me to bury you back home and our last memory together was looking up to the swirling rings of color on jupiter. what then.

I'm choosing seat six- I'm sorry, I get to sit next to a dog AND Eris? Like, we all know who'd be the better conversation partner, but having Eris to look at is a nice added bonus ;) Additionally, with Elain and Nesta behind me to listen to (I'm absolutely certain Elain is an honorary member of the "reads smutty books" club with Nesta, Gwyn, Elain and Eris) and the unnamed Vanserra bro in front to... I actually don't know about him, I'd probably just keep on hitting his chair with my feet until he told me all Eris' secrets. Sounds like a fun flight! 💅💖✨️

ACOTAR Airplane Seat Game Round 1 of 4

How to play: all you need to do is tell us where you'd sit on the flight by voting in the poll below. Bonus points if you tell us why in comments/reblogs/tags.

And...don't worry these get progressively worse 😈🔥

My entry for @tamlinweek Day 1: Forgiveness / Change

This is based on the Witch Hat Atelier art challenge that was on the bird app a while back (you can find the original art under the cut).

I thought the image fit Tamlin so beautifully.

I would sell my SOUL to have an azris fanfic where Eris is hurt badly—like, almost fatally—and Azriel is there to save him. But I want the thickest part of the fic to literally just be Azriel holding Eris and begging him to stay alive, or something like that! With a happy ending please! ❤️❤️❤️

My Ao3 is WordWeaverWeirdo btw!

OK SO! I did NOT forget about you, it's just, as it turns out, I am terrible at requests. I ended up way overthinking this and have brought you a gift... though maybe it's a little different than you asked for and way longer than it should be!

A Song for Spring read here on Ao3

Chapter 1/2: 9k

Azriel X Eris

I know they are for Tamlin Week but these dividers from @olenvasynyt just too pretty not to use them for everything!

The day was growing tired as they walked along the garden path that seemed to stretch into forever. Azriel had just returned from the Solstice snowball fight with his brothers and had been itching to share this spot with Eris since he had found it a month ago. With the light snow, the quiet solstice afternoon was the perfect day for it. No one was around to catch them, and the wild beauty of this place in the throes of winter set the brambles sparkling like they were made of crystal. Birds flit from place to place, warbling their songs to a spring day too far into the future for them to see coming, and the rest of the world was peaceful around them. 

Happy ending but lots of angst and hurt first... per my contract with the devil or whatever...

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Kallias and Viviane let Rhysand off the hook a little too easy about the Winter Court children. They're just supposed to believe it was another Daemati when Rhysand was tormenting them all UtM and Rhysand couldn't even provide the name of this other Daemati? All this evidence against him and they just believe his word? just like that?