MANON: i get something in my gut whenever i look at dorian.
ELIDE: yeah those are butterflies. i get them when i look at lorcan.
MANON(touching her stomach): i didnt know we had butterflies living in our guts.STRANGE.
i started reading crescent city and was warned that it will hurt and i thought how bad can it be(comparing tog and acotar).
And let me tell you IT WAS WORSE.
i swear sjm wants us to die!
Why do I picture Rowan pulling a Hopper from stranger things when it’ll come to his daughter dating Nyx?
“No young lady, for the sake of your dad KEEP THE DOOR OPEN THREE INCHES. “
And if they don’t follow his rules
i hate when family comes over and theyre like how’s the job going. how’s the education going. and i’m just like don’t talk to me unless it’s about the Show i just watched
🔥🔥🔥 feysand at the inn
from the acotar series by @sjmaas
art by @merwild
😳you...like the sjm fandom..? Even if they're toxic?
yes I love it all the books, characters but the constant disagreements by stans, antis makes it a little difficult but I follow some lovely people and they remind me why I loved it here in the first place.
you know why living your best everyday is imp beacuse u never know when the coming days can get worse. maybe today is the best day you will ever have in the week or next year. never stop living your best its difficult to do it sometimes but maybe the suffering one day will be worth it.
I don't know about worst but it still gave me more feysand
Now that’s it’s been months are we ready to admit acosf is sjm’s worst book and that the acotar world should have began and ended at acomaf.
nyx in little purple onesies
his tiny wings getting stronger each day, flapping while being held but not yet flying
how tiny he is in cassian’s arms
playing with azriel’s shadows, giggling when they twirl around his head
playing with cas and az’s siphons
his little baby fists gripping rhy’s talons in his hands as if to say ‘i have those too!’
being obsessed with the planets in rhys’ study, so much so rhys makes one for his nursery
coming into his powers, sneezing out clouds of starlight
his magic changing based on his mood. when he’s happy it’s all constellations but when he’s fussy it’s rhys’ brand of darkness
rhys holding him in his study with feyre’s portrait looking over them when she’s away on court business
rhys freaking out when the baby accidentally falls over or coughs a little too loudly ‘feyre get the healer!’ (feyre meanwhile tosses the baby around ‘and he’s fine’)
sometimes i think about you and feel my heart do a leap.
but you were never mine to begin with.
me(halfway through cc): WHAT THE FUCK HUNT!!
after few pages: WHAT THE FUCK BRYCE!!