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Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get drunk enough to make you all seem interesting.
Amren [i feel like this is something she would say IRL] (via incorrectacotarquotes)
Who thinks that Feyre and Rhysand should win an Oscar for how they acted towards the end of acomaf
Rhys & The Prison
So being the crazy person that I am, and having re-read ACOMAF non-stop since its release…. I was looking through my notes and I’d noted a passage that I’d found interesting…. and I didn’t really see anyone discuss it much, so I thought I’d bring it up…?
Inmates, once sentenced, cannot ever leave the Prison. And they cannot be freed.
“have you ever–”
“yes”
I don’t know if SJ Maas will ever choose to explore this, but I am really, really curious to see who Rhys would’ve imprisoned inside here.
Because it makes me recall a passage from ACOTAR:
Tamlin remained seated. With his back to me, I couldn’t see his face, but Tamlin’s voice was laced with the promise of violence as he said, “What do you want, Rhysand?”
Rhysand smiled–heartbreaking in its beauty–and put a hand on his chest. “Rhysand? Come now, Tamlin. … Only my prisoners and my enemies call me that.”
WHO ARE HIS PRISONERS?
I JUST WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT RHYS
*collapses on the floor*
*wails*
Tamlin’s Needy
Basically his entire attitude about Feyre is this:
Like a COMPLETE toddler.
What are you talking about? Don’t defend him! You hate him! Hate him with me!
Feyre [to Lucien siding with Tamlin] (via incorrectacotarquotes)
Rhysand: Nobody likes me. I'm scary.
Feyre: Just because you're scary doesn't mean people can't like you. Look at Amren.
Tamlin: *breathes* Feyre: Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma?
(via incorrectacomafquotes)
I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.
“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room. And notice how I charitably said ‘girl’ and not ‘person’ because let’s face it, I’d smoke all you b*tches.” - Cassian
(via incorrectacomafquotes)
You might be my mate, he said, but you remain your own person. You decide your fate - your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever.
Rhys, A Court of Mist and Fury - Sarah J. Maas (via mydivergentuniverse)
Dinner.
*Azriel finishes his dinner*
Azriel: Can I have Mor?
*Mor adds more food to his plate*
Azriel: *Mumbles under his breath* I meant you.
Mor: what was that?
Azriel: oh nothing.
Night Court fashion part I → A Court of Mist & Fury
Cassian: I’m sure you’re wondering why I have called you all here.
Amren: Just get on with it, pea-brain, and stop wasting my time.
Mor: *rolls eyes* Why are we here, Cass?
Cassian: As you’re aware, there was a terrible crime committed last night.
Azriel: There was?
Cassian: Yes, indeed there was. The crime was heinous, inexcusable, and down right evil.
Rhys: And this atrocious crime was committed where, exactly?
Cassian: Here, in your house of course.
Rhys: Wait. You were in our house last night?
Feyre: Shh! Stop interrupting. I want to know what happened.
Cassian: Some heathen *dramatic pause* ate all the cookies.
Everyone: *blinking*
Mor: That was you, you idiot. You ate the last of the cookies.
Cassian: Oh. Well. Glad we had this talk. Goodnight, everyone. *walks away, whistling*
Here comes a wave of emotions
“But then she snapped your neck.”
Tears rolled down his face.
“And I felt you die,” he whispered.
Everyone:
Rhys
You gotta admit this guy is Rhysand, the hunky high lord of the night court 😉
Rhysand was on the ground, roaring, and I thought he might have said my name, might have bellowed it as I thrashed and sobbed.
A Court of Mist and Fury, Sarah J Maas (via rhysand-s)