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Put Keira knightley as Nesta

And Henry cavill as cassian

AND SEE HOW THEY BREAKKK THE INTERNETTT

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“Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didn’t settle for it.”

— Mandy Hale

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“omg how do u come up w this stuff” well ive been plagued by visions since birth

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Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[Text ID: “I’m more than thinking about you — I’m living about you,”]

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A scene I would’ve liked to see in ACOSF

She could not get the look out of her mind – the way he looked at her for the briefest of seconds after catching the sight of an Illyrian female running off with a bow in her hand. She pretended not to notice it at the time, but she could not pretend it did not hurt. And now, an hour later, sitting across from each other at the cabin eating dinner, she could not find the appetite to eat.

Usually, she ignored it. Reveled in the reputation crafted for her. Never tried to correct anyone or offer her perspective. And she was content with that.

However, she felt as if they both reached a place where she could enjoy her time with him without the need walk around any judgement. Apparently not.

She spoke before she could stop herself. “Have it ever occurred to you that when you look at me and try to fathom how I could ever let my younger sister, a child, go into the woods, that I was also a child?”

He dropped his spoon and looked up. Surprise marred his features, and although he opened his mouth to speak, she could tell that he had no words.

So, she continued. “Have it ever occurred to you that to Feyre, it was a matter of taking care of the parent who favored her. Where to me it was being stuck with the parent who has absolutely no idea what to do with me after losing the one person who I felt understood me.”

Still no words. His mouth stopped gaping.

“You look at me and see a horrible sister, and I may have been a horrible sister, but I was also a grieving child who’s only purpose in life was to marry rich. I was schooled in languages, decorum, dancing, smiling, lying on my back and so on, but by the time we went under I had absolutely no idea how to tie my own laces or cook a decent meal.”

She could still remember her mother, fawning over new dresses as a maid filled their cups of lemon tea. Looking back at it now, Nesta wondered if her mother ever loved her or she loved living through her. But at the time their mother died, at the time she was grasping straws, she clung to the one thing that was familiar to her – protecting Elain who was the mere porcelain doll her mother crafted her to be.

“So, I lashed out. And taking my age into consideration, I would say that was a normal response. And I am not holding my breath waiting for you or Rhysand – or god forbid Morrigan – to offer me redemption for something that is quite honestly none of your business. I’m not sure if the three of you are looking for some kind of apology that I didn’t try to mold myself into the only passable female image your brains are able to comprehend. And not that it is any of your business, I may not have been a huntress, but I was engaged to a man who stands by while his father beats his own mother. That was the only way I knew how I can offer support to my family.”

She did not mean to let that slip.

“I reserve any judgement I may have when I watch you around Morrigan and how you seem to treat her like a sister knowing how that started, when I watch Eris’ eye twitch whenever he sees you standing close to her, when I see they way the males here look and talk to you, because quite frankly I know how to not impose my opinion on something which I know nothing about. I ask of you the same and expect it.”

She held his gaze. She could’ve looked away, could’ve walked away. But she held it. She knew that whatever grounds they were walking on were delicate, and a part of her enjoyed her time with him, but she also knew if he couldn’t agree to that she will simply walk away.

It took him five second to nod. Swallowing slowly. “I apologize.”

She held his gaze for a couple more seconds before going back to her food. She felt a bit weird, never in her life having said any of those words before, and not knowing now if she will grow into regretting them. She did not want them to come across as an invitation for him to look at a new angle at which he may change her – mold her into a Morrigan.

“You are under no obligation to humor me…” he started. She looked up, and apparently he was waiting for her eyes to meet his before continuing, “but you could talk to me about your mother if you’d like. I can tell you what I remember of mine.”

There it is… the molding. Something must have shown in her eyes because he was quick to add. “I promise my only motive is my selfishness to know you more. Nothing else, nothing more.”

To know her more? What an absurd thought. And maybe that is why she nodded. Maybe because deep down, where a fragile heart still beats below the shield of her cruel self, the self that managed to keep that beat hidden from anyone who might take advantage of it, the self that manifested when she was barely ten because it already knew what kind of life she’ll be delt, that heart wanted someone to understand why she’ll never apologize for who she is and will never take kindly to anyone who bestows judgment to her cruel self. Because during cold nights, her cruel self was her guardian. And yes, its methods were not the gentlest, but what would you expect from something that was solely honed for basic survival.

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cassian didn’t just make her a playlist.

he literally recorded a whole ass album for her.

never settle.

thank you

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“Nesta in Night Court black threatened to bring him to his knees”

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Just a quick Nessian HC

You know how in Heir of Fire, Rowan says to Aelin “you collect scars because you want proof that you’re paying for whatever sins you’ve committed”

Nesta knows that she’s hurt Cassian, knows that every word she’s told him (even though they were empty and she never believed them) caused Cassian pain.

“Apologize to who you feel the need to” that’s what he told her that day

She hasn’t apologized to him and it’s partly because she doesn’t know how. Can’t seem to look him in the eye and address the issue.

And deep down she hasn’t forgiven herself for that

It started happening when she finally asked to train once a week at Windhaven. She wants other females to see her train, see what they can accomplish if they wish it.

One male said a snide comment about Cassain and she all but knocked him on his ass. It was the surprise element that allowed her to do it, but nonetheless the male got on his feet and started fighting her.

It was something she started doing when she heard anyone saying anything bad about Cassain.

Even when Cassain kept saying “it’s okay Nes, I’m used to it by now. It doesn’t matter.” She still managed to fight them all.

It wasn’t until one fight that lasted for 15 minutes that Cassian noticed it. She was prolonging it on purpose. Her technique was similar to all the times she fought the other males, and much more sloppier than when she spars with him.

Later that night when he was brushing back her hair from her face to clean a small scar, he managed to whisper, “why?”

She blinked

“I know you fight better than this.”

She opened her mouth to say something but then couldn’t say whatever she was gonna say.

“Nes look at me. Talk to me”

“I... I said the same thing to you once”

And that’s when it dawned on him. She fights those males both for his and her sake. Her own personal punishment. The fights, all the beatings she allows herself to get from them, are her own way of paying for everything she’s said to him.

“You did.” He set down the cloth and held her face in his hands. “And if you’re looking for my forgiveness, you already have it. And if you’re looking for yours, I promise you won’t find it in a fighting pit. Fights are good for letting loose some tension, but they don’t really matter much when it comes to what you’re looking to get out of them.”

A small tear slid down her face. “I’m sorry”

He slowly kissed her.

“As I am. I knew I crossed some lines at the time.”

She kissed him back, just as slowly.

“I forgive you”

“How generous. If you wanna do my a favor though? Next time you’re out their defending my honor” - she snorted -“make it quick. Show them exactly how skilled you are.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. After all, your mate did teach you well”

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes, even as she continued smiling

I though about this and now I can’t get it out of my mind. I find Aelin and Nesta to be so similar in very different ways.

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cassian didn’t just make her a playlist.

he literally recorded a whole ass album for her.

never settle.

thank you

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ACOSF in a nutshell

So I pulled an all-nighter to read the book, slept on my thoughts for days, and I’m still disappointed. So here’s a quick rant

I though we were going to the Illyrian mountains!! Not the house (even though the house was 👌🏻)

We know that Nesta’s been using sex/booze/music to drawn out the voices in her head, but when she was moved to the house where everything is utterly silent and she has no distractions louder than the voices in her head, she still seemed in control. Like maybe I just wanted angsty scenes, but I would’ve loved to see her lose control and for IC to see exactly what she’s going through

The “just sex” plot had so much potential with regards to Nesta being calm enough that she starts talking. Pillow talk anyone??? This could’ve been perfect for Nesta to talk about her trauma in a safe environment

To add on to the Nesta talking point, we still don’t know what it was like for her in the Cauldron. I also would’ve loved to know more about her mother since SJM basically spelled “mommy issue” in big caps

The last 100 pages felt like SJM was like “ohhh I forgot about the Queen, gotta tie that up”

ALSO WAISTING THE BARGAIN ON “GO AWAY” like excuse me but that was so out of character

I feel like if the “mate” concept was introduced, then it should be done some justice. That fight was so useless. Nesta hadn’t mentioned her humanity at all and now all of a sudden she’s holding on to it. Like excuse me? Have we been reading a completely diff book thus far?

It also felt so out of character for Nesta to offer Cassian a biscuit for the mating acceptance. She’s an intense perfectionist character, and Cassian seems like he holds on to traditions in his own way, for that scene to be tied up with a biscuit. It felt like we were missing a scene where they’re back at the house after everything, and for Nesta to ask about it and Cassian to explain it. She probs then would say she wants the ceremony (I actually liked the ceremony part - felt like it was Nesta’s own way of apologizing to Cassian and making a statement infront of the Illyrians about how loved Cassian is) but in the mean time she can offer him something else to eat till then 😏😏😏

Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn winning the blood rite? In what world?

I thought we were promised an Eris redemption arc? All we got is Cassian insulting him

Amren was riding a roller coaster in terms of how much I like her

Nesta didn’t really need to kneel infront of her to apologize

I was looking forward to Nesta making the Illyrians fear her being an actual witch

ALSO WHY DID SHE GIVE UP HER POWER!!! WHY CANT WOMEN IN THE SJM WORLD JUST KEEP THEIR POWERS it would’ve been so much more significant for her to learn how to wield it (also if Amren was helping her then we would’ve had a better scene than Nesta kneeling out of nowhere)

Also Nesta and Rhys are so much alike and after Rhys saw what was in her mind, it would’ve made a difference for him to talk to her! Maybe even offer teaching her control considering he has a lot of power too! I’m not looking for them to be besties, I actually enjoy them calling each other on their bullshit, but an understanding would’ve been nice.

Also Mor? Her character felt out of character

Also I really wanted a scene where Nesta braided Cassian’s hair

Cassian knowing about Lactic acid but Majda not knowing about c-sections!?!? Make it make sense

Now onto things I actually did like

Valkyrie!!!!

Chaperone Az

Nesta having her own girl friends (gives me Aelin vibes and how Rowan was happy when he saw her with Lysandra)

Cassian saying “Nes”

The lake scene was beautiful. Nesta taking accountability broke my heart because it just shows you how aware she is. Personally I related with that because awareness of ones own terrible actions is a diff level of hell

The intensity between Cassian and Nesta

And let’s be honest: the smut

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Myths, Creatures, and Folklore

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General:

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a look in the mirror

“and what about you?” An eyebrow raised, red lips smirking.

I almost missed a step, thrown off by her question.

I raised my eyebrow to prompt her to elaborate.

“squeaky clean hands you said.” The smirk turned into a smile, too innocent to be considered anything but. She didn’t miss a beat with her feet. 

To on lookers I presume we look like a couple caught in the moment. Too entrapped in each others gazes.

“unlike you, I never resort to killing to get the job done.” I stared into her eyes for a good moment, making sure she sensed the accusatory tone in my voice, before lifting my sight to the ball room around us. 

Dancing with her was the last thing I would’ve though I’d be doing tonight. Indeed, coming here was a ploy to see who she’d be talking to - accomplices. Never thought that would be me. The second her eyes landed on me, she excused herself from her company and made her way toward me. That was over an hour ago.

“everyone has blood on their hands Mr. Alexius.” Her voice brought my gaze back to hers, then her red lips. “we’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive this. You mean to convince me it gives you no remorse to live the life you do right now?” Her eyes spoke of so many things, I couldn’t read them clearly. “Because if so, you may not be killer but sure as hell a cold hearted murdered.”

I managed to swallow whatever nerves seemed to appear in my mouth.

She was an irony. Wrapped in pink chiffon and flowers with lips painted cherry red blood. A killer who speaks of remorse.

“I’ve been in this business longer than you have, so a word of advice?” She has stopped dancing and took her hands off my shoulders. My arms seemed to dangle by my sides. “Get off your God damn high horse and let go of that judgemental tone. It’ll bite you in the ass if you’re not careful.”

The last I caught of her was a wink before she spun on her heels and walked away.

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a taste of the devil

Cheeks flushed, hair slightly messed, pupils dark and diluted, corset laced up again, dress slightly truffled, and lips swollen - I made my way through the crowd. The dance must’ve been over and people around were mingling. Groups of businessmen alike. Groups of gossiping ladies. And the few groups where ladies and men were sharing anecdotes. How boring.

Champagne colored walls adorned the grand ball room with portraits of former Kings and Queens, a musical orchestra was situated at one end of the room while the King’s throne was situated at the other, and butlers seemed to be flying across the newly waxed floors as they served champagne.

He made his way past my mother who was looking horrifically at me- possibly due to how different I looked from the state I arrived in. Two Champagne glasses in his hands.

“She’s probably thinking I’m ruined” I said, a smile on my lips as I accepted the glass from him.

“Ruined or not sweetheart, I can still taste you on my tongue.”

I drank to that. From the corner of my eyes I could see him smirking as he licked his lips.

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Miss Kyle.

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I think it’s important in the stories that we tell that we try to keep away from archetypes of saying people are good or people are bad. I think humanity is so much more nuanced than that. Virginia Woolf famously said, “I am not one and simple, but complex and many.” To me, that’s true. (x)

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some TEA by iwritefeminism

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“there’s a girl and she’s a volcano exploding and dangerous and other people believe she should wear a warning deep down she’s started to think that too because she can destroy with one single blow but the world still allows things to grow with time, with space, with gentleness that her fire has forced her to be denied so darling, it’s going to be a challenge because the flame has hardened into rock solid walls and in order for you to get inside her soul you’re going to have to be patient”

— but it will be worth it by Abby S