No One:...
Not A Single Soul:...
The Suriel: The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
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No One:...
Not A Single Soul:...
The Suriel: The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
Amren: she is your mate, not your spy! Go get her!
Rhysand: she is my mate AND my spy...
Amren:
Rhysand: and the High Lady of the Night Court
Everyone:
Friend: Why do you read so much?
Me:
~Especially during this pandemic~
I wasnât entirely sure I was breathing. âInteresting,â the Suriel said. Â Â Mate. Â Â Mate. Â Â Mate. Rhysand was my mate. Not lover, not husband, but more than that. A bond so deep, so permanent that it was honored over all others. Rare, cherished.
for @helvarmathiasâ âĄ
No one was my masterâbut I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.
High Lords: You canât just make Feyre a High Lady. High Ladies donât exist.
Suriel: *Calls Rhysand Feyreâs mate*
Feyre: Hold up...MATE?!?
Suriel:
BIG DICK ENERGY AZRIEL IS UNDEFEATED.Â
High lords, Attors, Amren, and everyone in between. No one wants to fuck with him. I love it.
âAmren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian maleâs wings says a lot about the size of ⌠other parts.â âThey also said Azrielâs wings are the biggest.â
âBut it was from Azriel that Keir cringed. From the sight of Truth-Teller.â
âAmren bared her teeth at him. Azrielâs beautiful face didnât so much as shift.â
âEven as Azriel spoke, that frozen rage dulled his face. And Eris was wise enough to finally pale at the sight. Perhaps that was why Eris had kept knowledge of my powers to himself. Not just for this sort of bargaining, but to avoid the wrath of the shadowsinger. The blade at his side.â
âThere was no kindness on Azrielâs face as the snow settledâthe immovable mask of the High Lordâs shadowsinger. The Attor began trembling, and I almost felt bad for it as Azriel stalked for him. â
âAnd the shadowsinger leaned down to whisper something in his ear that made Eris blanch further.â
âThe other lords kept glancing to the shadowsinger in dread and rage and disgust. He only leveled that lethal gaze back at them.â
âBut it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, âBe careful how you speak about my High Lady.â Surprise flashed in Tamlinâs eyesââ
âShe doesnât need anything,â Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.â
âAzriel dug his kneeâand all his weightâinto Erisâs gut. He was silent, utterly silent as he ripped the air from Erisâs body. Beronâs flames struck the blue shield, over and over, but the fire skittered off and fizzled out on the water. Any that escaped were torn to shreds by shadows.â
âPeople often made the mistake of assuming Cassian was the wilder one; the one who couldnât be tamed. But Cassian was all hot temperâtemper that could be used to forge and weld. There was an icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw.â
âChain me to a tree, Rhys,â Azriel said softly. âGo ahead.â He began checking the buckles on his weapons. âIâll rip it out of the ground and fly with it on my damned back.â
What a legend.
The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares ⌠And the huntress with an artistâs soul.
⤡ @fandomaestheticnet family event ⧠THE COURT OF DREAMS ⧠THE INNER CIRCLE.
Me: Oh no itâs 2am! Maybe I should put my book down and go to sleep.
My brain:Â
Me: *continues reading*
teen wolf quarantine rewatch - 1x05
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Remember when we thought Aelin was Celeana and she was just some badass assassin who just had a bad day and got thrown in prison but when she won the competition sheâd just go on cool missions and that would be Throne of Glass HAHAHAHAHAHAHSHJDBCDSC same
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french people will really be like âour sociĂŠtĂŠ? culturally catholique? mais non, this country is laĂŻque there is no public religion to be found here!â and then 5 minutes later say âoh we do not work tomorrow because it is *checks french fonction publique calendrier* the feast of the assumption of the holy virgin mary so every public building in the whole entire country is closed :)â
idk which is funnier, the fact that 90% of the french people reblogging this agree and think its funny or the other 10% who are Très BouleversÊ⢠writing entire essays correcting me.Â
like i know you people have argumentative writing skills drilled into your head by the french education system from the age of 10 or whatever but please calmez-vous lol
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âCan we still be friends, Jo? Please.â âOf course, my boy. Always.â
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