“And I Don’t Think Anybody Should Feel Bad If They Get Diagnosed With A Mental Illness, ’cause

Another Nessian Rant

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Here's the thing:

Cassian isn't a dudebro or a snarky loveable jock - That's what the ic think of him. That's what Feyre knows. That's what the reader is supposed to think of him.

Here's what he actually is : a Fae, bigger than any human, with bat-like wings and armour. He is 500 years old, a warrior and a general, and one of the most powerful of his spieces history has ever seen.

Nesta isn't a viper or a bitch or someone "needs to be pushed/ put in her place/ can take it"

She's : 23, grew up on the border to Prythian and heard all her life about towns just like hers being utterly destroyed over night. A woman who lost her sister to Fae. A person who must now somehow accept that her sister is one of those Fae. She's a human working with and harbouring Fae - even though it puts her and everyone in the house in danger.

He makes the first move to be confrontational with her so Nesta ignores him but he keeps pressing so she fights back the only way she knows how - words that hurt.

He uses his physical size to press her when he loses the battle of words and wits. Personally, I'd be terrified of a man with this sort of habit.

Then he slowly wins her over, quietly, piece by piece she puts her trust in him. Because he is all of those things.

He can't save her the first time - in Hybern - and she has to adjust to what's happened while protecting Elain the only way she knows how.

But suddenly there's this new element of being seen - something that didn't exist when he'd get too close in her study - and it's Cassian who is backing away as she is reaching for him, moving just when he'd convinced her to lean her weight into him.

So Nesta straightens again, plants her feet - the only way she knows how. She's busy fighting to survive her own mind and body and here comes Cassian again - not in front of his family and friends, always alone when he wants to push her and coax her.

Why the fck would I root for this ship?

SJM saying Nesta could bring Cassian to his knees with words or portraying his emotional pain as so great doesn't mean anything to me. He's not a child. He's not a young man. He's 500 years old! He has murdered dozens if not hundreds. I really don't give a flying fck that he's sensitive about being a bastard.

Seek therapy since the IC wanna act like psychologists and psychiatrists all the time.

Azriel: My beloathed.

Eris:

Eris: You say such atrocious things. 

Azriel:

Eris:

Azriel:

Eris: I love you.

I have a wild Eris Vanserra theory. It's a little dark and very unfounded, but I'm just having fun, so bear with me.

So. You know how Beron and the LoA only have sons, right? Well, what if they didn't?

What if the LoA had daughters at first, and Beron was so disappointed in her that he...y'know. And so the LoA's daughters kept "disappearing." Shortly after birth or months later, idk.

And because she didn't have anyone in her corner in Autumn, and because she was grieving for years on end, when she had Eris and realized "another daughter," her distress and grief were so powerful that she convinced herself Eris was a son instead, and by accident, everyone else, even Beron.

And like. A decade later, when she can finally process her trauma and the massive dissociation she caused between her daughter, Eris, and the entirety of Prythian...wow. Just wow. She comes to the conclusion that she's a daemati. And helps Eris become so good a glamouring that no one suspects a thing.

Idk. Just food for thought.

I firmly believe that Lucien is just casually intelligent. Like not in a way that he boasts or something, but out of the blue he drops certain facts and dates and numbers leaving everyone astonished.

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

FYI everyone sometimes medication for mental illness is the only option (read my exp w meds and depression below)

Since the age of 8 I showed signs of depression. This was unfortunately ignored by family though I have family history of depression. I though my symptoms were myself just "growing up" and every day I lived in dread that the lack of happiness was how the rest of my life would be lived. During my teenage years this got significantly worse, leading to self harm and suicidal ideation among other things like recklessness/lack of care with my own life.

This illness followed me until I started therapy in my twenties. Two years of sessions on and off definitely helped. I saw three different therapists and still the sadness/numbness remained. I was diagnosed with dysthymia.

I started medication, and over the course of a year and a half, went on to two different types. I tapered off after the second med made me gain a ton of weight. I was terrified that the crushing sadness would come back, but tapered off.

I've been off meds for about a year and feel so completely normal. Change is possible, don't let anyone shame you into thinking you don't need ut when you've tried everything. One of my therapists refused to give me a referral for meds because they didn't understand dysthymia. If you think you need the help, DO IT! you know yourself and your body and mind better than anyone.

my friend told me last night that he gets girls to come back to his place by telling them “oh i can’t wait to go home and have some stew” and “i’m so hungry, good thing i have stew at home” and it’s worked every time

reblog to take a bite out of this styrofoam cup nobody can stop you go ahead and do it

When Azriel had pictured his future, it had never featured this kind of happiness. His brothers, their families being his family too, sure, but he never expected someone of his own. He certainly never expected the preppy, yoga-teaching, freelance writer who lay in his arms. He never expected someone who liked late nights to his early mornings, someone who danced in their underwear around his apartment, someone who made him drink green juice smoothies and practice stretching.

He never expected bliss.