—Claude Monet
Acotar is a fantasy book, so I’m going to stop pretending like I care about the logistics of why Rhysand and Feyre should become high queen and king. I simply do. They saved prythian more times than I can count and the night court is the only court that is proactive about the threats that face all of them and they still have the decency to include everyone instead of just saving themselves. Amarantha, Hybern, high lords meeting, koschei, human lands, the cauldron, the queens….Give them those crowns..
throne of glass characters — aelin galathynius
“She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.”
True
Well guess what, I failed Mandarin :>
Chaol: never learned to read your mind Celaena: never learned to read my mind Chaol: I couldn't turn things around Celaena: you never turned things around Chaol: you never gave a warning sign Celeana: I gave so many signs. You didn't even see the signs.
The Darkling has a sweet tooth,he plays the violin,braids his horse’s hair,has tears in his eyes every time he talks to Alina and you are telling me I am supposed to hate him cause he is the big bad VILLAIN?!?!
and yet i somehow still read them and complain that they're absolute shit afterwards 🫤
is it just me, or does the marketing tactic of "booktok fave!" or "hot on booktok!" or whatever... do the literal opposite of what it's intended to do?
Oh, it's popular on booktok? Guess I won't touch that one with a 20-foot pole.
I’m seeing a few comments abt how we need to stop freaking out about acotar’s tv adaption. Tbh, I'm actually fine without the tv adaption, I mean I’m happy for SJM, but I really don’t want how I pictured the story and characters to be changed. (obviously, no one could be as perfect as Rhysie and I really don’t want certain scenes to change)
But yes, I am still VERY excited for it, even if i do have conflicted feelings too.
Chapter Five
It was about as close to winnowing as chopping off one’s hand was to clipping a hangnail. The black noise dissipated gradually, and Feyre found herself hunched on the ground, gasping and trembling and doing her best not to vomit onto the gleaming marble biting into her knees and palms. She heard Nesta nearby in much the same condition.
Their ragged breaths echoed off the glossy smooth walls and floors and pillars, all just planes of white in her periphery as she drew her focus inward. On not being sick. On staying whole. The jasmine-scented breeze helped, cooling her face and calming her stomach. An eternity later, the shaking stopped. Her battering pulse slowed, and her vision cleared. As Feyre finally lifted her face to take in their surroundings, she nearly cried.
The Moonstone Palace. They’d made it.
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SJM child all grown up & reading ACOSF and ACOMAF ch 55 and be like:
·𝓜𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 · 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚢 𝗮𝗻𝗱 ᥴ᥆ᥒ𝗍ᥱm⍴ᥣᥲ𝗍іᥒg ᥣі𝖿ᥱ
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