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honestly a good partner isn’t necessarily someone who loves the exact same things you love but rather someone who is willing to listen to you ramble on and on about a particular subject that you’re passionate about even if they have little to no interest in it
this is so important
All I can think of is this…
And on the flip-side
FREAKING BE LIKE THIS FOR YOUR PARTNERS!!!
DO THIS!!
P L E A S E
lil’ tough nugget
*watches recipe in cookbook*
Okay so I need 3 eggs
*walks over the fridge*
3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs 3 eggs
*opens fridge*
Wait was it 2 eggs
MEEEEE
Aelin is driving btw
Feyre to Rhys: you are my mate my equal. You are the love of my life. I will always protect you and be by your side no matter what. I love you
Aelin to Rowan: I might…not light you on fire.
Long overdue art trade with @thingsiphotoshopped! Hope you like it!
SpeedPaint
She wasn’t fine, not even close. But she wasn’t dead. And that was a start.
Empire of Storms by Sarah J. Maas (via tessalivesandbreathesbooks)
Reblog if you’re older than the Nintendo GameCube
ha?
every single person who reblogs this
every
single
person
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
how
i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago
how the actual fuck
well
do not question
ive done this before you truly do get doot doot in your askbox
I call bullshit
I take it back I take it all back
This is bullshit
Bullshit
last time i called bullshit i got like ten can i get more
What the hell
I’m so sorry y'all this is not at all the kind of thing I post but I need to know
Bring it on
I refuse to believe this is real
I WANT THE DOOT DOOT
Will it also work for me?
IT WORKS
Elain wakes slowly, consumed by how nice the sheets and the sunlight feel against her bare skin. The moment is quiet and still and she languishes in sleepy contentment, feeling Lucien shift next to her.
Lucien.
She freezes, panic shooting through her veins. Lucien. She’s in Lucien’s bed and she’s naked and he’s next to her. The night before shoots back to her with mortifying clarity, and Elain manages not to groan out loud at her own stupidity. Cauldron, what must he have thought?
Last night, she’d been—well, drunk was a strong word. It was exceptionally hard for high fae to get drunk, in fact, and Elain knew because she’d been trying all evening. But she’d been tipsy, and had unfortunately begun to dwell on how frustratingly slowly her and Lucien’s physical relationship was progressing, despite it going remarkably well in all other ways. He’d been out late taking care of something in the village, and Elain, in a prolonged moment of boldness bordering on ridiculousness, had stripped naked and posed provocatively in his bed, waiting for him to come back.
And then she’d promptly fallen asleep.
In the daylight, her own stupidity is nigh unfathomable. She barely dares to breathe with the fear of waking him, but sits up just enough to eye the floor next to the bed. Her dress is right where she dropped it. If she can sneak out of bed, put it back on and get to her own room—but what then? It’s not as though Lucien didn’t see her when he came home, there’s no undoing this, no avoiding that conversation.
Elain is momentarily so paralyzed with indecision, holding a sheet to her chest with a tightly fisted hand, that she doesn’t hear Lucien shift again behind her.
“Good morning.”
His voice is rough with sleep, traced with what might be amusement—Elain turns, a rush of embarrassment rising in her throat. He’s propped up on one elbow, languid, casual. Smiling at her.
“Good morning,” She manages, clutching the sheet.
Lucien regards her for a moment, cocks his head slightly. He’s beautiful, the light flattering the cut of his cheekbones, lending a gleam to his mussed red braid and a little highlight to his gold eye. Focus, Elain.
“Come here,” he murmurs, not a command but an affectionate little request. It catches Elain off-guard, and she doesn’t resist when his arm snakes across her waist and pulls her to him, the sheet between her and his obviously bare chest. He nestles into her neck with a satisfied, sleepy little noise. He’s disarmingly warm, arm still slung around her, and Elain finds the tension leaving her body against her will. Lucien’s scent is thick around them, sweet and smokey at the same time; she can feel the weight of him next to her, the fuzzy sensation of him through the bond. It’s absurdly pleasant, it makes her want to melt even as confusion wracks her—where’s the questioning? The teasing, at least? He can’t possibly be so unconcerned with this situation.
Finally, she can’t stand it. “You… didn’t wake me up when you got back last night.”
“You looked peaceful; it seemed a shame to disturb you.” He almost mumbles it, like he’s so sedate with contentment it’s too much effort to articulate.
Elain nearly laughs. Peaceful. That’s one way of saying nude, she supposes.“Are you going to ask why I’m naked in your bed?”
“I wasn’t, no.” She can feel his breath against her collarbone. “If you’d like to tell me, I’m not opposed to it, but I’ve been enjoying it too much to question it.”
It’s almost annoying, how thoroughly his acceptance of this thwarts her mortification. She huffs, and it ruffles his hair. “I’m trying to be embarrassed, Lucien.”
“Mm.” A lazy adjustment of his head, his nose brushing under her ear. “Why would you be that?”
“Why would I be embarrassed?” Elain half-cries, drawing back so he’s forced to look at her. “Maybe because I’m naked in the presence of a man I’ve barely touched before, because I was trying to drunkenly seduce him and instead fell asleep?”
Genuine surprise flickers across his face, followed by sheer delight–Elain covers her face in her hands; Mother, she shouldn’t have said anything, here it comes–
“That’s what happened?” Lucien says, almost dissolving into laughter. “You were trying to seduce me?” His voice goes up a whole octave on seduce. Elain’s face is so hot it hurts and he tries to pull away from him, bury her head into the covers. “Elain, Elain, sweetheart,” he soothes her quickly, still chuckling as he moves to hold her, presses a kiss to her forehead.“You’re adorable.”
Elain is about to protest that she is not adorable, that there is nothing adorable about this situation and cute forehead kisses can’t fix it, but she’s suddenly distracted by the fact that the shift in Lucien’s position has left him on his stomach and the sheet pushed down around his thighs.
And also, he’s not wearing any pants.
Elain isn’t as bashful as she once was, but Mother save her, she can see Lucien’s entire ass. She feels her mouth drop open, quickly comes to her senses and claps a hand over her eyes with a little squeak. “Lucien! Why are you naked too?!”
He’s laughing almost too hard to respond. “You were; I figured my stripping down was only fair.” Elain, still with a hand firmly over her eyes, has to bite back a hysterical giggle; her mate is ridiculous and does not need encouragement. “And maybe you’d become mysteriously allergic to all clothes and I shouldn’t risk exposing you,” Lucien adds. “Which I wouldn’t mind at all, by the way.”
She wants to hit him with a pillow, but there’s a lot of nudity happening in this bed, so she does the safe thing and pulls the covers over her head with a groan. “You absurd man–go put pants on, for the Mother’s sake,” she says through them.
She can hear the smirk in his voice. “Wasn’t the goal of this endeavor to get me out of my pants? You’re contradicting yourself, dove.”
The risk is worth it. One hand holds the sheets and the other blindly lobs a pillow at his face, eyes still screwed shut.
He’s still laughing as he fends her off. “Alright, a moment, please, pet.” The mattress shifts under him as he gets up, and Elain hears him cross the room and open a dresser drawer. “Next time you decide to seduce me maybe send me a formal invitation, that way I won’t be so late I miss the whole thing. On nice stationary: ‘Dear Lucien, your seduction has been scheduled for ten PM, in Elain’s room.”
Elain has to smile at his absurdity, and feels like… maybe she should open her eyes a little. Just to check. He didn’t tell her not to.
He’s rifling through the drawer with his back to her, and she tentatively gets a second, more thorough look at his ass, at the slope of his leg muscles and the powerful lines of his back, where his braid hangs down over a series of scars. Maybe he can feel her looking, because he glances over his shoulder just long enough to give her a cheeky grin, and tosses her something she doesn’t identify until it lands on the bed. It’s a shirt. He’s still on his invitation bit: “Please RSVP so she doesn’t get naked for no reason again,” he goes on.
Elain tentatively ignores her embarrassment and plays along. “What would I tell you to wear?” While he’s still turned away, she relinquishes the blanket to quickly slip on the shirt–it’s long enough on her that it might as well be a nightgown. It smells pleasantly like Lucien and the wood of the dresser. “Formal dress doesn’t seem appropriate.”
He laughs. “What would you like me to wear? Anything in particular you’d like to strip me out of?”
“I could tell you to just arrive already naked. That would save time.” Emboldened now that she’s at least decent, Elain gets out of the bed and gathers up her clothes from the floor. “But you’d have to walk from your room to mine nude, then.”
Lucien’s slipped on loose trousers, and ties them up as he shoots her a wolfish grin. “You know I’d do it.”
“That’s why I wouldn’t ask! I don’t want you to traumatize poor Alis.” She stifles a smile as she passes him, heading towards the washroom.
“Where are you going?” He asks, and she pauses on the threshold.
“I have to put this on.” She raises the bundle of her clothes, full of ties and layers and things she needs privacy to wiggle into. Not like he hasn’t seen everything now, she thinks, flushing a bit, but she’d like to return to some semblance of modesty. “I can’t very well walk all the way back to my room wearing only your shirt,” she adds, awkwardly.
Something shifts in Lucien’s face, something playful and a little predatory as he steps towards her slowly.
“So don’t.” His voice is a lover’s murmur as he gets close enough to kiss her, close enough that Elain can feel the warmth of his only half-clothed body. “Stay here wearing only my shirt. It looks good on you.”
Elain is about to decline, but his hands find her waist and his lips find her neck and the words slip through her fingers like water. For all that they haven’t done very much together, Lucien has still managed to figure out which spots under her jaw turn her into a boneless mess.
“I’ll have breakfast sent up for us,” he murmurs into her skin, persuasive, as he braces one arm up against the doorframe to better pin her there.
“Don’t you have obligations to take care of?” A weak protest–it comes out almost as a gasp.
There’s a smile in his voice. He can feel her crumbling. “Nothing that can’t wait a bit.”
Since she woke up, Elain has primarily wanted to wash her mortification away in a long bath, put on something very modest, and pretend this never happened; she knows he certainly wouldn’t fault her if that’s what she did now. But she is also rapidly recalling why her less sober self was dead set on seducing him last night. And eating breakfast with him in his bed–really, any activity that would allow her to keep looking at him shirtless like this–is very, very appealing.
She huffs, and surrenders. “You win. I’ll stay.”
He grins, moves to kiss her properly–but Elain meets it with a grin of her own and ducks under his arm, darting out of reach.
“You have morning breath,” she says lightly, by way of explanation. She’s such a pushover when it comes to him that she feels obligated to give him a little trouble sometimes.
With the way he’s smiling at her, he knows it. “Then I’ll just be a moment.”
Lucien goes to brush his teeth, and Elain dives back into bed, burrows under the sheets warm and happy and waits for her mate to join her.
I forgot how much I loved this fanfiction ❤️❤️
How Long is this Fic Really?: A Guide
Word count in the HP Series:
Sorcerer’s Stones: 76,944 Chamber of Secrets: 85,141 Prisoner of Azkaban: 107,253 Goblet of Fire: 190,637 Order of the Phoenix: 257,045 Half-Blood Prince: 168,923 Deathly Hallows: 198,227
Word count in the LOTR Series:
The Hobbit: 95,022 Fellowship of the Ring: 177,227 Two Towers: 143,436 Return of the King: 134,462
This changed me
I’ve read/ am reading fic that are upwards to 150,000 - 200,000. You’re telling me that authors that write for fun are writing a full-length book for the fun of it? They have earned my respect 10 fold.
A friendly reminder.
Adding on to this by reminding everyone to leave feedback on fics. Seriously, y’all, fic writers put their heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, and time into their writing. The least that you could do is let them know you enjoyed their works.
Nessian. Need I say more.
I think the most powerful thing about nessian in Acowar was that they refused to leave each other. Cassian climbed up to the House of Wind every day when his wings healed. Just to see Nesta, to make sure she was okay, because he couldn’t stay away.
During Feyre’s dinner with them all, Nesta looked only at Cassian when she spoke.
When she was attacked in the library, and Cassian came for her, she ran to him and he couldn’t help but hold her. Because this woman everyone called a viper was someone he couldn’t help but protect.
Nesta worried for him when he didn’t come back from the Summer Court. She feared him dead.
When they winnowed for the High Lord meeting she was hurt that he didn’t say hello. Because she worried that he was hurt.
When Cassian was insulted she defended him without a second thought.
When he came back from the first battle she looked for him. She worried Iver his sprained wrist, she tended to it. She let him run that thumb along her hand. She let her softness how that people forgot that she had.
When she felt the Cauldron begin to work she screamed his name and and he heard her. Across a battlefield, across shouts and screams of the dying he heard her and flew to her quicker than he could think.
When his wings were broken she refused to leave his side.
When he kissed her she didn’t reject him.
When the King almost killed him, Nesta wouldn’t leave his side. Cassian who she seemed to hate, who she always kept guessing, she knew that if he died, she wanted to die too. She would leave this world with him and no one else.
Nesta who was proud. Cassian who was stubborn. Nesta who felt too much. Cassian who saw everything. Nesta who was forced to change and Cassian who was forced to his knees, wings broken and unable to reach her.
They wouldn’t leave each other. They would bicker, they would tease, and yet in the months they knew each other, Cassian wouldn’t let her die when she could live, and yet Nesta felt like she couldn’t live if he died.
Say what you will, about the lack of Nessian we got. That it wasn’t what we expected. But we got so much more than we thought. Because we got to see that you do not need to have fucked someone, you don’t need to exchange any major words of love with someone, to know when have have found someone you can’t live without.
Do you hear that? It's the sound of my heart breaking across the realms
Nessian’s Kids Headcanons
I know this is unexpected from me because I was vehemently against any pregnancies/baby faes for any of the ships in ACOWAR but I am okay with them having kids waaaaay way down the line. Anyway, I don’t remember how this happened but Sarah @nessiansmut and I came up with a few headcanons of Azriel and Elain babysitting Nessian’s kids so here we go:
The inner circle would do the ‘not it’ thing whenever nessian need a babysitter. no one would be able to keep those kids in line
Elain would volunteer as a last resort ‘how bad can it be?’
Azriel agrees to help because Elain convinces him he could probably help keep the kids entertained with his shadows
one hour in they’re missing one child, one’s running around naked and another’s pulling at Azriel’s wings trying to get him to spread them wide so they can see them
just imagine loud curly headed children running around everywhere
even azriel’s shadows wouldn’t be a match for them. Elain would be frantically screaming at him to find the missing kid and he’d just be like 'I’VE GOT NOTHING! IT’S LIKED THEY DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!’
I thought fae children were supposed to be rare where do they keep coming from???? From your damn sister who apparently spends all her time “training” doing something else entirely Someone needs to stop them before they make a small army
The naked kid is pulling out all these random weapons and Elain is just horrified. “Do they not baby proof?!?” (Cass would be offended to hear that: 'that is baby proof! the blade’s shorter than 20cm!’ )
Azriel would be begging and pleading for Rhys to use his daemati power to convince the kids to calm down “But you’re High Lord surely you can get them to stop moving.”
one of the kids would be grinning really wide but his teeth have a blue glow and Az sees and he’s like 'Spit out the Syphon! Geez, how and when did you even get that?’ (SOMEONE PLEASE DRAW THIS)
a completely dishevelled Elain would be furiously whispering to Az “Just knock them out! Not too hard. Nobody has to know. It’s the only way to get them to sleep and we can get a break. Please”
Azriel trying to change diapers having to use his shadows to stop the kid from squirming around
'AZ I CAN’T FLY YOU NEED TO GET HER DOWN FROM THE ROOF ASAP'
one of the babies is that type of kid who just doesn’t stop asking questions. “Are your wings bigger than daddy’s? Do you sleep upside down like a bat? Why are yours blue?”
the only reason nessian needed a babysitter was to go to the cabin in the illyrian mountains and have sex for a few hours.
Nesta: I have a meeting with the humans. Emissary business he’s coming for protection. Elain: *mutters under breath* the only protection he needs to provide is of the contraceptive kind Azriel: emissary business my ass.
imagine Az with a baby hanging onto his back for dear life and nibbling at his wing while he’s trying to find his pacifier “Elain it bit me” “Azriel they have names…"
“PLEASE STOP CHEWING AT MY WINGS DEAR GOD ELAIN THEIR BABIES ARE CANNIBALS”
“I fought Hybern. Twice. I survived my brothers. This this is too much.“
They find a 4th kid just sitting in the kitchen completely still. they’d look outside into the living room muttering "1…2…3…” they turn and look into the kitchen “4?…” “I thought they only had 3.” “So did I.”
after they realise that two of them are twins Elain would be running around yelling 'WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE’S THE SECOND YOU?!’
Nesta then lets them know that they won’t make it home in time and they need them to babysit the kids overnight “What do you mean you’re running late and watch them for 3 hours is now over night? What do we feed them? Do they sleep?”
eventually Nesta and Cass would come back and Az would be passed out on the couch with a baby cradled in the crook of his wing on the floor, the baby’s nappy not even secured properly. Elain would be sleeping upstairs with her head on the toilet seat with two more kids sleeping in a nest of blankets in the bathtub and the fourth kid would be in the kitchen stuffing his face with marshmallows and grinning at them when they come home
They wouldn’t even blink, though. Cass would just pick the kid up when he makes grabby hands at him and goes 'DADA!’ and he’d be like 'Heeeey buddy… did you give auntie Elain and uncle Az a hard time?’ and the kid would nod and he’d be like 'good job!’ and fist bump his little fist. Nesta would go upstairs to wake Elain up and thank her
Elain would wake up and the first thing she says is “I swear to god, Nesta if you have any more kids not even your death powers will save you from my rage” or “I’d rather be thrown in the cauldron again than babysit these monsters again.”
BONUS Headcanons:
Nesta and Cassian have 4 kids: the oldest is a girl, the twins and the youngest are boys
They name the girl after Cassian’s mother
the twin who always disappears has Nesta’s personality and he always just hides somewhere and reads
THIS HAS ME L I V I N G
Morrigan: Good morning. Rhysand: Good morning. Feyre: Good morning. Amren: You all sound like robots, why don’t you spice it up a bit? Cassian: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
(via incorrectacomafquotes)
Rhysand: *cool and collected, badass, level-headed, etc, etc….* I got this under control Feyre: *gets a paper-cut* ouch Rhysand: *panics, crashes into everything in their haste* oMFG ARE YOU OKAY?! YOU’RE BLEEDING! THAT’S IT WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!
Rhys, Cassian and Azriel infiltrating the Spring Court
Morrigan and Cassian running to meet Feyre and Rhys at the airport after not seeing them for a long time:
