#cassias

[freddies-tasche]

Eithan: Do you know why I recruited you?

Lindon: Cassias bet you wouldn't?

Cassias, from the next room: I ONLY EVER BET THAT YOU WOULD DIE IN THE BLACKFLAME TRIALS

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

I’ve stayed strong for as long as I could. But I can’t hold on anymore.

This blog is now adding ACOTAR to its list of fandom obsessions 😅

[justsimpleaestetic]

Someone: Hey, do you want to start reading this book with me?

Me: nah, I have so much things to do

Someone: there is a tall, dark haired male character with a sense of humor

Me: I’m in

[miareaddss]

ok think I’ve already dmed everyone so just want to follow up THAT SPOILER IS NOT TRUE! I have no idea what happens at the end, I was just sending something that someone sent to me. If you want something to give you content up until the 16th follow @cassianstattoo !! Her content is great!! Sorry again to anyone I sent it too, I didn’t know it was fake

[seraphimmly]

to the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered✨

[wind-drinker]

Did I fully expect to cry during ACOFAS? Yes. Did I think I would start crying BEFORE I EVEN STARTED READING NO NO I DIDNT OH MY GOD

[highladyxfthenightcourt-blog]

A Court of Mist and Fury FANFICTION: PROLOGUE

When 16-year-old Feyre Archeron's life starts spinning out of control, her dad makes a choice. A choice that will change her future forever. Feyre is being transferred from Spring Court Public High School to Night Court Private School across town, a school she's only heard of for its reputation of rich, stuck-up snobs. Feyre will have to leave all of her Spring Court Public friends behind, and make a new start at Night Court Private, alone, friendless, and still recovering from the events of her sophomore year. -------------------- Prologue Incoming Call: Dad “Crap.” Ianthe glanced over my shoulder. “What?” I turned the phone over in my hands. “My dad is calling. I told him I’d be watching my phone so I could answer when he wanted to check up on me…” Ianthe laughed, and took another sip of her beer. “Ohhh, baby Feyre. Just ignore it. Where does he even think you are?” I glanced at my phone screen again. Missed call, but no voicemail. I was still in the safe zone with him for maybe another thirty minutes. “Well, I did tell him I was at a back to school party. But at the school. With chaperones. And definitely not here.” I slipped the phone into my pocket and scanned the room for Tamlin. He and Lucien had been somewhere near the keg ten minutes ago, but had disappeared since. “That man just won’t get off your case, will he? What is his deal? My parents don’t care where I go or what I do.” Easy for Ianthe to say. Her parents were richer than almost anyone in the city, except Tamlin’s family of course, and they could pay someone to find her and bring her back if they were really concerned about her. Which they weren’t. Me on the other hand? That was a whole different story. “He’s worried about me I guess. Ever since the end of sophomore year, when things. . Happened… He still won’t loosen the leash. Thinks I’ll ruin my chances at a college scholarship, or that I’ll lose my job. You know this.” She opened her mouth to respond, but at that moment we caught sight of Tamlin and Lucien, coming up from Tam’s basement and now heading in our direction. I smiled and bounced through the crowd of teenagers over to Tamlin, oddly eager to escape Ianthe for a bit. “Hey babe.” Tamlin caught me around the waist and gave me an almost pleasant kiss on the lips, his breath tinged with the smell of alcohol. “Feyre.” He glanced down at my cup. “You’ve barely drank anything. How are we supposed to have fun? School starts next week. It’s our last chance to let loose without any responsibility for who knows how long.” I cast around for something to say besides of the main reason I wasn’t drinking. “You know my dad is watching me like a hawk right now. He doesn’t even know I’m here.” He grabbed my cup and knocked it back in two gulps. “Guess I’ll have to make up for the both of us.” I giggled, grabbing his hand. “I have to be home by 11, so we’ve got an hour. Let’s get out of here. It’s packed.” **** 10:45. Where was my bag? It’d take me five minutes to go home, so I needed to leave probably within the next seven. Tamlin had been called downstairs to help find more alcohol a few minutes ago, leaving me alone in the bedroom we’d been making out in. I hadn’t realized how late it was. I stood, straightening my clothes. Then I noticed how many calls I had missed. Five. And three voicemails, all from my father. Great. This was the first time all summer he’d let me go anywhere besides work or the school for my “service project” and I’d screwed it up. Now he’d never forget what happened last year. I phoned my dad and found my purse, kicked under the bed. He picked up just as I was heading downstairs. “Feyre Archeron, why the hell did you not call me back? We had an agreement. I–” But I didn’t hear the rest of what he said because Tamlin was suddenly right in front of me. He grabbed my phone and said, “She’ll call you back,” before ending the call and pushing me up against the front door. “Leaving so soon? Come on, Feyre. Stay. Who cares about your dad?” Still a little shocked by the fact that he’d just hung up on my father, no questions asked, it took me a second to regain my senses. “Tam you know I— My dad is—I’ve got to get home. Please let go of me.” He stared into my eyes for a few seconds before releasing my waist and backing away. “I can drive you home,” he said, slurring his words a little. “NO. I mean, no, that’s okay. I’m sober, remember? I’ll see you at school on Monday.” I turned to go, opening the door. I really wished he’d just let me get out of there. My dad was going to flip. He whipped me around for one more kiss, sliding his hands down my sides as he did so. His breath really didn’t smell very pleasant. “Love you, Feyre.” I turned and headed down the porch steps. “You too, Tam.” **** “I’m sorry. WHAT did you just say to me?” My dad paced in front of the fireplace, his fist wrapped around my phone and my keys. “You’re grounded. I do not like you with that Tamlin boy, nor am I a big fan of that Isabelle brat. You clearly were not at Spring Court High’s Back to School Bash. You were at his house, weren’t you? You reek of alcohol–” Damn Tamlin. “–you’re fifteen minutes past your curfew, you ignored my calls all night, your boyfriend hung up on me, and to cap it all, you haven’t changed a lick since the end of last year.” “Her name is Ianthe. And I have too changed! It wasn’t me drinking, it was Tam–” Oh no. “Oh, so it was just your boyfriend sent from Heaven above drinking, huh? And the fifty other people at his party. I’ve heard stories about those parties, Feyre. And I don’t like the idea of you being there. You’ve got your future and your job to think about, and these people are inappropriate influences on you.” He stopped pacing for a moment, and looked me square in the eyes. He seemed to be coming to an important decision about something. I’d better do something, quick. “I’m telling you, things have changed. I didn’t drink tonight, and I paid really close attention to the time. I just got caught up leaving the party. I tried to call you back, I really did. But you didn’t answer after I got in the car. At least I’m here now, right?” Maybe if I compared now to last year, he’d forget about this. It didn’t really look like that would happen, though. “Feyre. I’ve tried to get you back on track, I really have. But I can’t help thinking that this is about your friends, too, and not just you making these decisions. I’ve got no choice. I don’t want you to ruin your life because of these decisions you’re making when you’re sixteen.” Something bad was coming. I could feel it. “I”m transferring you to Night Court High, across town.” What. The. Hell. “You’re kidding.” “No, Feyre, I’m not. I’ve talked to some of my work friends about you and this is the only thing I can think of that we haven’t tried yet. I want you out of Spring Court Public and into Night Court Private this year. It’ll be a better environment, with better academics. I even hear they have a fantastic dance program you could join.” This wasn’t happening. My dad was strict, but this was extreme, even for him. “But–But– Dad. You can’t do this. All my friends are at Spring! And I quit dance last year anyways, I don’t care about that anymore. There’s nothing for me at Night Court. I’m a junior–I can’t just switch schools in the middle of my high school career!” But my dad had the look on his face that he gets when he’s made up his mind. It’s the same look he had two months ago when he had told me I was grounded for the whole summer. The only way I’d convinced him to let me out of the house was to tell him I had a mandatory service project at Spring that I had to see through to the end. In reality, I was hanging out with Tam or Ianthe or Lucien or all three a couple times each week. But my father didn’t know that, and I could tell he wasn’t going to budge on me switching schools the same way he hadn’t budged about my grounding all summer. “I’ll get it squared away tomorrow. I have a favor to pull at NCP anyways, so you’ll be starting at Night Court Private on Monday. I may even be able to get you a tour tomorrow, too.” I didn’t say anything. My world was ending. School without Tamlin? School without ANY friends? And I’d heard stories about the mysterious private school across town… Stories of the most stuck-up kids in town, medium-rich, their parents ready to send them to an expensive school just to prove how much money they had. Tam and Ianthe hated those kids, told me all about how they were the most fake people on the planet. And the things they did… I’d heard stories about that too… I’d only ever met a few kids from NCP, and it’d been so long ago I couldn’t remember many details besides the fact that most of them were rich and good looking. “Dad–” I tried again, but he cut me off. “Go to bed, Feyre. We’ll talk more about this in the morning. But I want you out of Spring Court Public, and that’s final.“ I waited, holding my breath, as he cemented my sentencing with his words. "You’re going to the Night Court.”

[jannebutler]

#arizona #cassias All our cassias are in full bloom whilst we saw a sprinkling of snow on the nearby hills. #gardening #garden https://www.instagram.com/p/CM6O_HwlmU4/?igshid=1hz66lxpdrzz5