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hi, a lot of you need a perspective reset

the average human lifespan globally is 70+ years

taking the threshold of adulthood as 18, you are likely to spend at least 52 years as a fully grown adult

at the age of 30 you have lived less than one quarter of your adult life (12/52 years)

'middle age' is typically considered to be between 45-65

it is extremely common to switch careers, start new relationships, emigrate, go to college for the first or second time, or make other life-changing decisions in middle age

it's wild that I even have to spell it out, but older adults (60+) still have social lives and hobbies and interests.

you can still date when you get old. you can still fuck. you can still learn new skills, be fashionable, be competitive. you can still gossip, you can still travel, you can still read. you can still transition. you can still come out.

young doesn't mean peaked. you're inexperienced in your 20s! you're still learning and practicing! you're developing social skills and muscle memory that will last decades!

there are a million things to do in the world, and they don't vanish overnight because an imaginary number gets too big

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Farscape (1999)

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Farscape 4.12 Kansas

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STARGATE SG-1 || “The Quest Part 2” 10.11

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FARSCAPE | 2.09

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“I always thought she was born on the wrong side of the wall,” Elain admitted. “She made ballrooms into battlefields and plotted like any general. Like you two,” she said, nodding to Cassian, and then, a bit more shyly, to Azriel.

Azriel offered her a small smile that Elain quickly looked away from. Cassian tucked away his puzzlement.”

— A COURT OF SILVER FLAMES (Chapter 44)

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Elain loves to wear Azriel’s shirts, which have holes on the back for his wings

And Azriel loves to slide his hands into those two holes to grab Elain’s tits from behind

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Elain isn't seen as a character in these books by a lot of people but instead as a plot device for a mans feelings and character arc.

The amount of people that still comment "Lucien deserves happiness." regarding the mating bond between him and Elain is absolutely ridiculous.

What about Elain's happiness?

Then there's Tamlain...

Again the amount of people I see advocating that Elain fix this broken man that abused her sister is perplexing. He needs to fix himself, that's not his ex fiance's sisters job.

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Everyone and their sister:

“Elain needs fresh air!”

“Elain needs sunshine!”

Azriel:

“She doesn’t need anything.”

Our boy knew from the start that Elain was special. Azriel could see Elain’s abilities even when she could not see them herself. Azriel knew Elain didn’t need the sun, because she was the sun. The sun at dawn☀️

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“Untitled“ by | Long-Nong Huang

Stuttgart Nord station, Stuttgart, Germany

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Elriel bonus chapter

🎨 art by beatriz_isdrawing

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It is so odd to me how some people think that Elain somehow owns Lucien anything, just bc she is his mate.

People forget that she was forced to become another being, and as Feyre said in Acotar, their hearts will always remain human. Respect their culture and traditions is something, but this doesn’t mean she needs to be subjected to it.

She may be a fae now, but that doesn't mean she has to give up on her humanity (which was taken away by force from her).

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Snow patrol, Kawase Hasui

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Soft little moment for Elriel.

I just know their best sleep if their life will be when they can finally be together, especially for Azriel, who we know hasn’t been able to sleep due to Elain.

Peek their bargain tattoo?

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Elain frowned, brushing her damp hair from her face with the back of her hand. She hated how it clung to her skin, making it harder to focus. Her breath came faster as she backed up, sliding the dagger into the sheath on her thigh. Her fingers trembled from the effort of their session as she reached up to tie her hair back.

Her arms lifted as her fingers gathered her hair, the cool air brushing her skin as she revealed the graceful curve of her neck. She pulled the ribbon tight, letting her fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary, caressing softly her skin.

There. She felt it, his gaze. Heavy. Burning. His eyes focused on her neck, as if he were carving the image into his memory. And she, though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, secretly enjoyed baring her neck in front of him, knowing exactly how much it unraveled him.

Azriel stood frozen a few feet away, his dagger held loosely in one hand, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. He looked like a male at war with himself, his chest rising and falling too evenly, as if he were trying to control his breathing.

“You’re staring again,” she said softly, her brown eyes meeting his.

Azriel didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. “Am I?”

She stepped closer to him, her fingers brushing the slit of her skirt where it swayed lightly with her movements.

“You always do that,” she murmured, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks ,her voice barely above a breath. “When I style my hair up.”

This time, he didn’t even try to hide it. His gaze dropped to her neck, tracing the line of her throat, lingering just below her ear where her pulse pounded, then down to the swell of her breasts. Heat spread through her, as his eyes lifted back to hers, dark and filled with hunger. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing he desired in the world.

Elain swallowed, her throat dry. For just a moment, she let herself wonder what would happen if he stepped closer. If his hands reached for her. If his lips followed the path his eyes had taken.

As if he read her mind, Azriel moved, sliding his dagger into its sheath. His steps were silent as he closed the distance between them.

Elain moved back until her back hit the wall. She gasped softly when his hands captured hers, pinning them gently but firmly against the stone behind her.

Her heart raced as he leaned in, his body close enough for her to feel the heat of him, his cedar scent enveloping her. His wings flaring slightly.

“You know what you’re doing,” he murmured.

She did. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his breath warm as the tip of his nose grazed her cheek.

She didn’t. Instead, she tilted her head, exposing her neck in silent invitation.

His head dipped, and she felt him inhale, the warmth of his breath brushing her skin before his lips followed. They were soft, brushing over her throat with a featherlight touch that made her shudder. He stayed there for a moment his breath uneven.

Then he started kissing her along her jaw moving slowly down until he found the soft curve of her collarbone. She bit her lip as his tongue flicked over the spot, then dragged up from her collarbone in a slow, torturous glide that sent a shiver down her spine. He licked her like he was savoring every moment. He stopped for a second, pulling back just enough to look at her, his eyes smoldering with desire "Honey, you taste like honey."

Her head fell back against the wall, knees barely holding her up . She gasped, the sound turning into a quiet moan as his teeth scraped along a sensitive spot on her neck. She arched into him, pressing closer as his low growl made heat pool deep inside her. His hands released hers only to grip her bare thigh, pulling her more against him.She could feel the hardness of him against her stomach, and her body betrayed her completely, trembling against him. Her fingers gripped his biceps, desperate for more. She could feel him holding back, the way his muscles were tense ,the sharpness of his breaths against her skin.

Her nails digged into his leathers as he continued, his lips and tongue working their way down to her breasts, the neckline of her dress slipping off her shoulder...

And then, a shadow curled around Azriel’s ear, whispering something Elain couldn’t hear.

He froze.

She felt the change instantly,the way his hands fell from her, the sudden stillness in his body. When he pulled back, his face was unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes were dark and wild, filled with everything he hadn’t allowed himself to take.

“We’re needed,” he said, his gaze fixed on the red marks he’d left on her skin.

“By who?” she asked, adjusting her dress.

“Rhys,” he answered.