#gwyn berdara
Gwyn: Do you think Az likes me?
Rhys: Likes you as a friend or likes you as in this is going to be the longest conversation of my life?
Gwyn: How’s it having your own kids?
Feyre: Horrible. I never knew something could cry so much. It never stops.
Gwyn: Oh well, the kid will grow out of it eventually, right?
Feyre: Oh no, the kid’s great. He hardly ever cries.
Gwyn: But I thought—
Rhys, sobbing while holding Nyx: FEYRE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
Gwyn: Getting the Valkyries mood rings so I know when they need a hug.
Cassian: Aw we’re like a big happy family! I’m the dad, Nesta’s the mom—
Nesta: Why am I the mom? What gender roles are we pushing here?
Emerie: I know they’re probably thinking I’m the daughter, but I’m not. I’ll be the gay emo cousin.
Azriel: I feel like I’d be a fresh out of the jail uncle.
Gwyn: And I’m the sassy aunt who talks shit about everyone.
Azriel: Gwyn and I have agreed to never go to bed angry with each other.
Azriel: We’ve been awake since friday.
Gwyn: Well, IF SOMEONE WOULD JUST ADMIT HE WAS WRONG–
Gwyn, looking at a normal horse after meeting Helion’s pegasi: It’s not ugly, it’s just aesthetically challenged.
Azriel, nudging Gwyn: Why are you always falling asleep on me? Am I that boring?
Gwyn, half asleep: You make me feel safe.
Azriel: *holds back tears*
Gwyn: Didn’t you die?
Rhys: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.
Gwyn: *does something cute*
Azriel, under his breath: I’m in love with you.
Gwyn: What was that?
Azriel: I said I’M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO.
Nesta: *walks in wearing a pink shirt*
Cassian: Oh my god.
Gwyn: Nesta is wearing pink! Nesta is wearing pink!
Emerie: Are we sure it’s not just a white shirt that’s been bloodied by someone’s murder?
Gwyn: Or maybe it isn’t her. Does she have a twin sister?
Azriel: If Nesta had a twin sister, she would have eaten them in the womb.
I made a thing. I dare you to tell me it’s not accurate.
Me when I realize most sjm blogs can’t love their faves without hating on every single other character:
