WE ARE ONE.

Drop the shades and crank the bass. Tasha is the name. 20.

[jiminscockdesu]

[incorrectacotarquotes]

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)

[captainbookworm101]

Who thinks that Feyre and Rhysand should win an Oscar for how they acted towards the end of acomaf

[mastermoons-deactivated20171005]

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*

[acomaflove]

Tamlin’s Needy

Basically his entire attitude about Feyre is this:

Like a COMPLETE toddler. 

[incorrectacotarquotes]

What are you talking about? Don’t defend him! You hate him! Hate him with me!

Feyre [to Lucien siding with Tamlin] (via incorrectacotarquotes)

[allhailexofandom]

Rhysand: Nobody likes me. I'm scary.

Feyre: Just because you're scary doesn't mean people can't like you. Look at Amren.

[incorrectacomafquotes]

Tamlin: *breathes* Feyre: Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma?

(via incorrectacomafquotes)

[anastasiaromnov]

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.

[incorrectacomafquotes]

“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)

[my-throne-of-books]

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)

[allhailexofandom]

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.

[starofvelaris]

Night Court fashion part I → A Court of Mist & Fury

[highladystarfall-deactivated202]

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*

[feyxsand-deactivated20190609]

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:

[sjmass-aka-books-want-to-live-in]

Rhys

You gotta admit this guy is Rhysand, the hunky high lord of the night court 😉

[fae-ra-deactivated20170506]

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)