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Power move: Next time you go to the airport, bring a bottle of shampoo, but it’s filled with yogurt. When they tell you that liquids aren’t allowed
Drink it
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The only reason I know this exists is because I clicked on a “Person liked your post”
Inej: When I said, “bring me back something from the beach,” I meant like a seashell.
Kaz, struggling to hold a seagull: well you didn’t fucking say that
wylan: I’m pretty sure that’s illegal, kaz
kaz: Pretty sure I’m a criminal, wylan
missing you
I miss her.
And no, I don’t miss her every minute.
She is not my every thought.
She is not my every motive.
But I do. In my heart, it hurts like an infected wound.
It hurts like a dagger that hasn’t been removed.
Like a bullet, that has been since covered with healthy skin,
Healed, but not the tissue within.
It hurts when I hear her songs.
It hurts to see others sing them,
forgetting who we used to sing them to,
As they bang their heads to the drum.
Nobody tells you about that pain.
Nobody tells you there are songs
you can’t ever listen to again.
Nobody tells you you’ll be mad,
Every time someone tells you she’s in a better place,
A beautiful land,
I KNOW.
I know she’s better off.
I know she is happier and I’m being selfish.
Someone actually told me that you know.
They asked me why I cried and didn’t even let me finish.
Nobody tells you you’ll be mad,
At everyone who pretends to be sad, but then tell you to move on.
It’s not their fault I KNOW.
Now it’s hard to let it show.
Nobody tells you how it’s no longer normal,
How you have a panic attack in your shower,
Only to wipe your tears and put on something formal.
You have a party, the night’s not over.
Nobody tells you you’ll have to pull over on the highway.
Take a minute, because driving is hard when you can’t see.
You’ll arrive fifteen minutes late,
It’s ok you’ll tell them there was traffic.
Nobody tells you it’s no longer normal,
Quick think of another excuse
Being sad just doesn’t cut it.
Life moves on, this isn’t news.
I don’t know if this is common.
Nobody tells you about that panic attack you had,
And later had a fight with your mother,
When you thought you’d forget her laugh.
Nobody tells you that you’ll be mad,
Realizing you won’t ever get to hug her.
I miss you. I wish there wasn’t this barrier.
I know I’m being selfish, I know you’re happier.
I would also love to be with Him.
Here, I’m just a duckling, trying to swim.
Trying to keep from drowning.
In fact, my greatest fear. My deepest worry.
Is not being enough, not getting to meet you again.
I’m selfish. I know.
I can “talk to you.” I know.
I don’t have the heart to tell them it’s not the same.
An embrace is not the same.
A response is not the same.
As talking to the corner of your room.
Even if I know you can hear me,
When the flowers bloom, you won’t be near me.
Nobody tells you that on your birthday,
Your one wish was to have her,
To hear her voice, to hold her hand.
Nobody tells you how you’ll feel bad,
Why didn’t we take more pictures?
They’d be a constant reminder.
Nobody tells you how you’ll feel lonely.
Your friends by association, the ones you had in common.
Everyone copes in their own way.
One brings flowers every week, the other afraid to show weakness.
I wish I was with you today.
I hate the words “passed away.”
Nobody understands “not wanting to talk.”
They get so offended, it’s not their fault.
The next time someone “almost dies,”
They don’t understand why you flinch every time.
They say it so loud, yet nobody else cries.
They don’t get you don’t want to talk about it.
They get angry, it’s not their fault.
They just don’t understand it.
I miss you.
Ill try my hardest
I swear I’ll see you soon.
Wait for me by the star dust.
The difference between Feysand and Rowaelin
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Can I just say from the bottom of my heart... I still fucking hate Chaol. I'm 70% done with Tower of Dawn and he's still really controlling and treats everyone like trash, especially the healer that's trying to ya know... heal him. Like I get it he's got issues but so does everyone else. I really feel like this is the theme with most of the men in Tog. The only ones I can really root for it Dorian and Sartaq. Where are the blogs still shipping Aelin and Dorian? Am I alone here?
I will admit I hated Chaol after Queen of Shadows–I couldn’t stand his behavior. But, Tower of Dawn redeemed him for me. So, I disagree with you, and here’s why.
The Chaol we meet in Throne of Glass is bound by things like honor and loyalty, specifically to the Throne of Adarlan. Obviously his allegiance moves towards Dorian and only Dorian as the series progresses, but just remember that he started out as a man bound by honor and loyalty to the crown. It was all he had at that point, especially after he’d left his family and home for Rifthold. So, in Throne of Glass, his only family, realistically, is Dorian. And what else does he have? A sense of honor and loyalty to his best friend.
Then Celaena comes along in Throne of Glass and his life starts to change. Here’s this woman he finds himself in love with despite her status as an assassin. Hell, he kills Cain to protect her. Then in Crown of Midnight we see that Dorian has magic and that Celaena is really Aelin, rightful Queen of Terrasen.
We see Chaol struggling to deal with these two realities–he’s been taught that magic is dangerous all his life, so when he sees the raw power that Dorian has, it’s frightening. I mean, when you’re taught one thing all your life and then see it in action and it might not be as horrible as you think it is, coming to that realization takes some time. So I don’t blame Chaol for taking some time to come to terms with it.
He’s also trying to deal with the reality of who Aelin is, and what that means for him. At the end of CoM he learns that he was in love with who was supposed to be his enemy, but here she is and she isn’t such an enemy after all. It’s a reality that he has to come to terms with.
Cut to the end of Heir of Fire, and the two things Chaol has, the only things he prides himself on having, are his honor and loyalty. But then those are taken away from him at the end of the novel. He becomes a traitor to the crown and starts helping the rebels. This is a good thing, it’s great he’s helping them, but keep in mind that for Chaol, he’s lost two–three, with Dorian being enslaved by the collar–of the most important things to him. He has no loyalty, and has broken a code of honor. For him, he is nothing at this point. Throwing his sword into the Avery, too, is a physical representation of that. Sure, it’s a big fuck you to the King, but also, now Chaol has nothing–is nothing.
For all of Queen of Shadows, this is the Chaol we see. He’s lashing out at others because he can’t cope with what he’s done and the oaths he’s broken. I don’t want to excuse his behavior–it’s not the appropriate response by any means, but I don’t think he knows of any other way to cope. He lashes out at Aelin because he sees her as the reason he’s lost Dorian and everything he’s come to care about. I think at the beginning of Tower of Dawn, too, he sees his fate as punishment for all that he’s done–for all the oaths he’s broken.
But Tower of Dawn was a really important book for Chaol. We see him finally talking about everything he’s gone through and why it hurts so badly, and why he’s been cruel to anyone and everyone who crosses his path. And I think that Yrene is good for him because she allows him to open up. She helps teach him that he shouldn’t be punishing himself or lashing out. Yrene gives him a bit of light to fight through the darkness that’s been swallowing him whole. She helps him to heal, and I think that’s important. We see him lashing out less, we see him opening up, and more importantly, we see him start to have just a little bit of hope.
I don’t think Chaol’s controlling, or purposefully treating anyone like trash. I think he lost the things he felt were most precious to him, and was dealing with it by punishing himself, and by extension those around him. That doesn’t excuse his actions, but I think knowing where he’s coming from and how much he’s changed is an important part of understanding his character.
YES.
ALL MY THOUGHTS ABOUT CHAOL
THIS IS WHY I LIKE HIM NOW
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I watched this so many times just for the expression when he realises the ground is not as close as first thought.
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“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
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