dawn court

don't let the hard days win

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Cassian: *about Bryaxis*

Bryaxis:

[nighttriumphant]

IM WHEEZING.

[librarian-of-orynth]

Most people: Rhysand, Death Incarnate, High Lord of the Night Court. 

Me: Do you mean Rhysand, prince of my heart??? My one true love?? My little bat boy I just want to hug and never let go?? 

[rhysands-rightknee]

If it weren’t for Ianthe putting those red flowers in Feyre’s wedding, Feyre would be a mirror image of Lucien’s mother

broken and in a never-ending nightmare of a “marriage“

[spacevorobey]

[bookpickuplines]

Rhys.

[rain-fire17]

Oh. My.

I’ve been shot.

[aelin-firehearts-court]

Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen

[night-and-stars-eternal]

i was so bored, so i edited a bit, an here’s a Rhysand ;)) 

[zofias]

                           A Z R I E L — C A S S I A N — R H Y S A N D

First Cassian and Azriel appeared in the doorway. The High Lord’s general and shadowsinger—and the most powerful Illyrians in history. They were not the males I had come to know. Clad in battle-black that hugged their muscled forms, their armor was intricate, scaled—their shoulders impossibly broader, their faces a portrait of unfeeling brutality. They reminded me, somehow, of the ebony beasts carved into the pillars they passed. And then Rhysand appeared. He had released the damper on his power, on who he was. His power filled the throne room, the castle, the mountain. The world. It had no end and no beginning. No wings. No weapons. No sign of the warrior. Nothing but the elegant, cruel High Lord the world believed him to be. His hands were in his pockets, his black tunic seeming to gobble up the light. And on his head sat a crown of stars. 

[egoisticmallard]

me @ sjm when a potential ship is introduced

[rhysand-and-his-wingspan]

Explaining SJM Books to others

What I think I look like:

What I actually look like:

[courtsofglass]

If Rowan and Feyre were to talk tattoos...

Rowan: *glances at Feyre's arms* I like your tattoos.

Feyre: *looks at Aelin's back and Rowan's face* Thank you, they're mine and Rhys' own design. Yours are pretty cool too.

Rowan: Thanks. I inked them myself.

Feyre: *excited* Really? Care to show me how to do that?

Rowan: Sure. But only if you show me how they are done here.

Feyre: *grins and holds out hand* It's a deal!

[quaint-shrub]

Is this meme still a thing?

[a-court-of-feels-and-pain]

GUYS GUYS GUYS AJJFKAKSS

[courtfeyrhys]

can you guys imagine in acotar4 rhysand at the wedding waiting for feyre at the altar and when she arrives he looks at her smiling and says: hello, feyre darling. 

omfg Im-

[queen-of-lightning-and-fire]

Imagine The Night Court During The Eclipse

[courtsofglass]

Tamlin:"When you fuck her, Rhysand—"

Tarquin: Srsly? This confrontation? Like right now?? Whelp. I already know about this. Here we go.

Thesan: Oh fuck shit’s going down in my house. Bad decision to invite them here in the Palace, Thesan.

Kallias: Should’ve suggested the meeting be at Winter Court cause everyone needs to chill.

Beron: This is exactly what I came for. Now I’m glad I came. But they don't need to know that.

Helion: I liVE FOR THE DraMAaaA

Rhysand: How dare he insult my High Lady—

Feyre:"Yes, Tamlin, I let Rhys do that quite a lot. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

[a-court-of-pain-and-night]

WHO DID THIS LMAO

[courtsofglass]

Imagine Rhys listening to Bohemian Rhapsody for the first time.

Rhys: hmm...what is this?

Rhys:

Rhys: THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

Rhys: oh shit, it just completely changed

Rhys: NOW IT'S CHANGED AGAIN

Rhys:

Rhys: this is a true masterpiece...

Rhys: FEYRE DARLING, COME OVER HERE. IN FACT, BRING EVERYONE. I HAVE SOMETHING I NEED TO SHARE WITH THE WORLD.