I Sometimes Forget That Lucien's Scar And Metal Eye Weren't Things He Was Born With.

Correcting a Chinese kid's English homework that another American got wrong on a Chinese app named after Mao Zedong's Little Red Book as part of a mass online temper tantrum to help save TikTok was not on my 2025 bingo card, but here we are.

This might actually be the political fuck-up of the century. Our politicians are all 900 year old crypt keepers who probably turn off their computers by unplugging them from the wall. Were there a single synapse in their decrepit domes focused on something besides their next payday, they might have thought twice about challenging Millennials and Zoomers on the internet. I repeat, ON THE INTERNET. Oh to have the confidence of an octogenarian born into generational wealth.

Something I need people to understand is the "security threat" doesn't just stop at data. The mere act of normal Chinese and American citizens interacting scares the shit out of governments on both sides. I'm already seeing videos from folks here in the US talking about how shocked they were at the grocery hauls in China, and how much they could get with very little. Chinese people are watching Americans absolutely dog walk their own government and talk it for filth. People are having fun.

All rich people had to do was remember the deal. Americans are terrible people. If they had just paid folks enough to buy a house, an electric car, and a vacation once a year they'd sit in front of the TV in a docile fugue state while the wealthy shoved their boots up the ass of the global south. Now who knows what's going to happen. I just know it's a testament to how done with Mark Zuckerberg's ass people are that they're rather learn Mandarin than go back to Facebook.

I think 2025 is about to be a ride.

Love as Acceptance

Caitlyn Siehl // Leonard Cohen, "Anthem" // Rumi, "Bitterweet" // trans. Anne Carson, "Euripides" // Sade Andria Zabala, "Coffee and Cigarettes" // tumblr acct @/gayassnatural // Anne Carson, "H of H Playbook" // William Shakespeare, "Sonnet 116" // Clementine von Radics, "Mouthful of Forevers" // Toni Morrison, "Jazz"

eris vanserra, son of autumn

me, about rh*sand

this is just my unprofessional opinion but fuck all that shit

Seriously though, why make Lucien Elain's Mate at all if she's going to reject it?

One argument I've seen is that he needed a reason to go to the NC so he would be in position to hear of Elain's vision and go after Vassa.

Again, that warning look from Tamlin. But Lucien ignored him.

His body was taut, near-trembling. “What happened between you?” “It’s not worth repeating.”. / “No,” he said hoarsely. “No. When Calanmai came along, he refused. He flat-out refused to participate. I replaced him in the Rite, but …” “You took Ianthe into that cave on Calanmai?” He wouldn’t meet my gaze. “She insisted. Tamlin was … Things were bad, Feyre. I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court. I went of my own free will. And we completed the Rite.” He might have completed the Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed it. Some line had been blurred—badly.

Tamlin and Lucien, it seemed, had spoken before the meal, but the latter made a point to keep a healthy distance from me. To not look at or speak to me, as if still needing to convince Tamlin of our innocence.

Tamlin merely fixed Lucien with a look, any trace of that guilt gone. His claws slid free, embedding in the scar-flecked wood of his chair’s arm.

“They are our allies,” he growled at me, at Lucien, both of us seated in armchairs flanking the mantel. He threw a glare in Lucien’s direction. “I expected better from you.”

Tamlin stopped short. And snarled at Lucien, “Get out. I’ll deal with you later.”

Tamlin didn’t take his eyes off me as he said to Lucien, “Get. Out.” There was enough violence in the words that neither Lucien nor I objected this time as he slipped from the room and shut the double doors behind him.

I heard Lucien first. “Back off.” A low female laugh. “I was obligated to perform the Rite,” Lucien snapped. “That night wasn’t the product of desire, believe me.”

“Do not touch me,” he growled.

Where Lucien stood, back against a tree—twin bands of blue stone shackled around his wrists. She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach. And Lucien’s eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin. Lucien’s shirt was askew, the top button on his pants already undone.

I was running out of borrowed time. I could winnow, but then I’d abandon Lucien to them if he somehow couldn’t manage to himself with the faebane in his system from the food at the camp— Leave him. I should and could leave him. But to a fate perhaps worse than death—

“You’re going back. To the Night Court.”I shouldered my heavy pack and finally looked at him. “Yes.” His tan face had paled. But he surveyed Ianthe, the two dead royals. “I’m going with you.” “No,” was all I said, heading for the trees. “You won’t make it without magic,” he warned me.

Look at the above and tell me that's not plenty to support Lucien leaving Spring? I left out anything to do with Elain yet we still have abuse from Tamlin, SA from Ianthe, the desire to go with Feyre who he feels won't make it through the Courts without her magic.

He had PLENTY of reasons to leave and join her in the NC. Which would have placed him in proximity of Elain to hear her vision and at that point, volunteer to go after Vassa.

So again, why would SJM make Elain and Lucien Mates if she's going to reject the bond? It serves no purpose to the story and only hurts two main characters (because having a bond with someone and losing a bond with someone evoke major feelings, not to mention the loss for the Male can be extreme).

Lucien who lost nearly all support from his family.

Lucien who's best friend abused him.

Lucien who was a victim of Ianthe’s.

Lucien who was forced to watch a female he truly loved, murdered.

Lucien who was chased out of his home.

Lucien who was disabled by Amarantha.

Lucien who was beaten because of Amarantha.

Azriel’s 11 years of suffering at the hands of his father and brothers was awful but I honestly I don't think any character has suffered as much loss and is still experiencing loss to the extent Lucien has / is. What exactly makes Azriel deserving of Lucien's Mate at the expense of Lucien's happiness?

Why would SJM take away Lucien's one chance at a a sacred bond, forcing him to forever feel the echos of that loss? She could have made anyone else, anyone at all, Elain's Mate if she wanted her to reject it.

I love Elain but she is not better or more deserving of happiness than Lucien, being the one to essentially break his heart when he has shown nothing but respect towards the gift they were granted.

his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.

“I’m a mated male now.”

Lucien breathed, “Where is he keeping her?”. I shook my head. “I don’t know. Rhysand has a hundred places where they could be, but I doubt he’d use any of them to hide Elain, knowing that I’m aware of them.” “Tell me anyway. List all of them.” “You’ll die the moment you set foot in his territory.” “I survived well enough when I found you.” “You couldn’t see that he had me in thrall. You let him take me back.” “I need to find her.”

“I’m getting my mate back.”

She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.

Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.

I'm not saying either Lucien or Elain have been ready to truly get to know one another but I find it nearly impossible to believe they won't be someday soon and when they do, I find it impossible to believe that Lucien will be left heartbroken or forced to live a life without his Mate.

in the tags tell me what organ you would delete/remove from your body assuming there were no consequences

when men’s shirts ride up just enough and you see just their lil tummy and edge of their adonis belt and there’s maybe a liiiiil tiny happy trail and then their shirt just drops back down and you have to keep having a normal conversation??? like you did not just see god

The ending of Francesca mirroring the feeling of a storm to play on the motif of punishment for the lustful being an endless hurricane that sweeps them off their feet only for the vocals to defiantly assert that he would not change a thing and that heaven could not fit such a love anyway, is exactly the kind of deconstructive intertextual brilliance I’m expecting from this album and this is exactly why I want to marry Mr. Hozier for his brain not his body