rhysand:it was nice to see you
nesta:it was nice to be seen

Rereading ‘A court of thorns and roses’ after a year for research related purposes- part 1

Feyre was in her flop era babes

WAIT WHY DO I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RECOLLECTION OF THIS CHARACTER HE’S NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN

Feyre so humble and selfless you guys she’s not like other girls frrr

Omg it’s almost like- like the wolf and the doe are a METAPHOR for the power dynamic between Feyre and Tamlin

GROWL??? RHYSAND IS THAT YOU??

Elain’s literally so annoying like honeybear why don’t you grow some vegetables or something

okay *Tamlin shows up*

This bargain makes no sense to me like i know there’s some bigger stuff going on but this is the equivalent of “you killed my bestie? well now you have to suffer living with me☺”

PROTECT NESTA AAAHHHH

Lucien was actually my favorite character in the first book he’s the only one with a personality

How to get the girl 101 with Tamlin

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Spoiler Alert: A female archer trying to supply her distant parent and younger sister with food is sent away to a far-off place full of wealth where she is forced into a romance to survive, but ends up falling for him anyway.

What? No, this isn’t the Hunger Games. Why would you think that?

YOU KNOW Tamlin’s redemption arc will start with him cutting his unruly dirty matted hair AND GO SHORT??

While I’m a sucker for the wild-man look, I’m an even bigger sucker for the symbolism of haircuts!!!

Showing off the individual paintings I painted for Tamlin Alone.

Young Love - Lucien x Reader (fluff)

Fanart by janarunneck on Instagram

Summary: Reader is Tamlin’s younger cousin and realizes they’re Lucien’s mate after he flees from the Autumn Court

Warnings: mentions of violence (when Lucien/Tamlin kill Lucien’s brothers)

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: Something shorter and fluffy for all the Lucien fans :) Enjoy!

You knew Lucien was your mate the day you met him, from that first moment when he stumbled into the manor of the Spring Court seeking your older cousin after fleeing from his sadistic family. You’d known he was your mate as you and Tamlin consoled him, grief-stricken with the loss of Jesminda, and welcomed him into your home. The mating bond had snapped into place almost instantaneously for you, leaving you reeling in place as Tamlin tried his best to console his frantic friend.

But it was too soon, far too soon for talk of such things with Lucien, who was aching with the loss of his lover, family, and home. And so you kept it to yourself, offering Lucien a shoulder to cry on or an ear to vent to, accompanying him on walks and occasionally leaving baked goods and fruits outside his door. But you never dared to go farther than that, resigning yourself to a century or so of longing.

That century was cut short, however, when the bond clicked for him a few months later.

When Lucien’s brothers came to kill him you’d wasted no time helping Tamlin and Lucien, going so far as to hold one of the brothers down while your older cousin slit his throat.

“Are you watching?” Tamlin sneered to the one brother you kept alive. He was gagged and tied to a chair - it was Tamlin’s idea to force him into watching the mess you made of his siblings.

“He’d better be,” you replied for him, stepping over a body on the floor to help a bloodied Lucien to his feet.

“What do you want us to do with him?” Tamlin asked, gesturing to your terrified hostage.

“Let him go,” Lucien replied, in a voice much darker than you’d ever heard from him. “I want him to tell my father what we did.”

In the morning, after Tamlin had left to get rid of Lucien’s brother, you had tasked yourself with cleaning up the mess left in your cousin’s study. Blood and broken furniture were rather off putting, and you didn’t want Alis to have to deal with that.

Lucien had appeared in the doorway a few hours later.

“How are you feeling?” you asked him from your place on the floor. You’d spent the last ten minutes trying to scrub a particularly large stain out of the carpet, with no avail.

“Have you been in here alone this whole morning?” Lucien asked, ignoring your question completely.

“The room needs to be cleaned, and I told the housemaids to let me take care of it,” you said with a shrug. “They don’t handle stuff like this well.”

“You still shouldn’t have to clean it by yourself,” he frowned, stepping into the room and grabbing a spare rag from the stack you’d brought in with you.

“Oh, Lucien, really there’s no need-”

“I’m helping,” he stated dismissively, kneeling down next to you. “I’m responsible for this mess, anyways.”
You shook your head. “It was your brothers’ faults, not yours. They came and sought you out.”

“I still…killed them,” Lucien said softly, as if he was still processing what had happened. You nodded slowly, placed your hand gently over his and patted it comfortingly.

“Well, I hate to be that person, but they deserved it,” you said. “But the fact that you’re feeling upset about it, after everything they did to you, tells a lot about your character.”
“Does it?” Lucien asked, turning to you with glossy eyes. “What does it tell?”

You gulped, trying to think of the right words to reassure him without giving away too much of yourself. “Lucien, you’re one of the kindest and most selfless beings I’ve ever met. You’re always doing things for others, you’re always coming with Tamlin and I to help the lesser fae in the forest. You think the best of everyone and only harbor ill feelings towards those who deserve them, I mean, really you’re just fantastic-”

In your rambling you failed to notice the way Lucien’s eyes widened, the way his breath hitched as something became clear to him that you already knew.

“-and you shouldn’t even think for one second that last night makes you any less good, or less kind, because this is the one time you’ve ever fought back or sought any semblance of revenge after all the things they’ve done for you. And you deserved none of it-”

Lucien wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him in a crushing hug. You gasped, shocked, and wordlessly moved your arms to his shoulders, holding him against you.

“Thank you,” he managed, and you realized he was crying. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you said gently, resting your forehead against him. “I’m just telling you the truth.”

“Can I tell you something I just realized?” he mumbled, resting his head against the top of yours. You nodded. “I think you’re my mate.”

Your eyes widened, and you pulled back to look up at him. “Lucien, I-”
“Y/n,” he whispered, taking your hands in his. His brow furrowed. “Did…did you already know?”

You looked down, bit your lip, and nodded slowly. “I’ve known since the first day you were here.”

“Y/n-”

“I’m no Jesminda,” you interrupted, looking back up at him. “And I know you might want nothing romantically right now, and that’s fine, but I will always, always be here for you in whatever role you need-”
Lucien cupped your face in his hands softly, and your words died on your lips.

“I am honored,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “honored to be your mate.”

And as those things typically go, the next few days were spent tucked away in Lucien’s room, exploring each other’s lips and bodies and talking about every little piece of your lives you could think of in between the incessant fucking brought on by the acceptance of a mating bond. It was inspiring, really, how little you’d managed to get done in the past week and a half.

“We should do something,” you said, rolling over to gaze at a naked Lucien, basking in the sunlight on top of the bed. He opened his eyes, turning his head to give you a lazy smile.

“Yea?” he replied. “What should we do, my love?”

You grinned, closing your eyes and relishing in the sound of his endearment. “I dunno, maybe just a walk around? See if anything has changed in the last week?”

“Can’t we just stay here?” Lucien whined, scooting closer to you. He trailed one hand up your arm slowly, rubbing small circles as he went.

“Lucien, we’ve been here for days,” you giggled. He smiled, bit his lip and closed his eyes, as if he were committing the sound to memory. His hair was a brilliant shade of red in the sunlight streaming through the window. It was around noon, you realized, though you had no idea what day of the week it was.

“Please,” you drawled, half-begging. Lucien sighed, smile still on his lips.

“Fine,” he relinquished. “But let’s make it snappy, I want to be back in this bed in an hour, tops.”

You giggled, thanking him before launching yourself off the bed to find some clothes to wear. You slipped on one of Lucien’s shirts and the pair of pants you’d discarded on the ground a week ago, turning back to Lucien and giving him a thumbs up.

His gaze darkened as he looked you over, a lustful look taking over his face. Your eyes widened and you turned around again. “Oh no you don’t, I know what that look means and I don’t want it compromising our walk!”

“But you look so hot in my clothes,” Lucien huffed.

“Not my problem,” you teased, waltzing into the bathroom and leaving a very frustrated Lucien splayed out on the bed.

It took you two hours to get down to the gardens, detained slightly by a trip to the kitchens and what Lucien deemed an “unavoidable quickie.” But you’d finally reached your destination, setting a blanket down on the grass for you to lie on.

“This is nice,” Lucien murmured, playing with your hair while your head rested in his lap.

You hummed, eyes closed, enjoying the slight breeze. “I told you so.”

Lucien chuckled and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, Y/n,” he murmured.

“That’s the fifth time you’d said that in the last ten minutes,” you teased, opening your eyes and tapping his nose lightly.

“I don’t think I could stop saying it if I wanted to,” Lucien replied, grinning down at you adoringly. “And I don’t want to.”

“Well, lucky for you, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing you say it,” you replied, reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss.

some of you have never gone to war and been separated from your group of four (4) friends children for fifty years, shielded your city of stars, had to bed evil faerie jessica rabbit whilst dreaming of your true soulmate, endured your soulmate hating you (enemies to lovers slowburn, angst with killer sexual tension, 300k+ words) and then proceeded to enter yet another war….and honestly, it shows. 

The High Lords as quotes from my calc teacher

Calc quotes pt. 1 of ???

Rhysand: Bonus marks??? Your bonus mark is that I’m your math teacher.

Thesan: *when a student ate a raisin off the floor, in the middle of a pandemic* Oh, come on, (student name). There’s so many other raisins you could’ve eaten. Really? I’m employed by (provincial health department). It’s my job to make sure everything meets standards! And that raisin was not the standard.

Helion: what do I use math for? for counting my money.

Kallias: My laptop screen is frozen. Like the movie. No, Frozen 2.LikeFrozen 2.

Beron: I have a big booboo, everybody. I have a big booboo.

Tarquin: That’s in my book, **** Philosophy. The last chapter is “If You Are Second Place, You Are Not The Winner”.

Tamlin: You’re going to cry. You’re going to fail and cry but you’re going to suffer and you’re going to enjoy it.

When Feyre was back at the Spring Court

There was 1 Imposter among them.

The High Lords’ Signatures

pt. 2 of ACoTaR signatures! please credit me when reposting since this took a lot of time :)

also I added their courts since it looks classier. and High Lords are all about class.

ALT

Tamlin: I beg to differ.

Feyre: then beg.

Tam Lin Tattoo

Story: When a young woman, usually called Janet or Margaret, goes to Carterhaugh and plucks a double rose, Tam appears and asks her why she has come without his leave and taken what is his. She states that she owns Carterhaugh because her father has given it to her.

In most variants, Janet then goes home and discovers that she is pregnant; some variants pick up the story at this point. When asked about her condition, she declares that her baby’s father is an elf whom she will not forsake. In some versions, she is informed of a herb that will induce abortion; in all the variants, when she returns to Carterhaugh and picks a plant, either the same roses as on her earlier visit or the herb, Tam reappears and challenges her action.

She asks him whether he was ever human, either after that reappearance or, in some versions, immediately after their first meeting resulted in her pregnancy. He reveals that he was a mortal man, who, falling from his horse, was caught and captured by the Queen of Fairies. Every seven years, the fairies give one of their people as a teind (tithe) to Hell and Tam fears he will become the tithe that night, which is Hallowe'en. He is to ride as part of a company of elven knights. Janet will recognise him by the white horse upon which he rides and by other signs. He instructs her to rescue him by pulling him down from the white horse, so Janet “catches” him this time, and holds him tightly. He warns her that the fairies will attempt to make her drop him by turning him into all manner of beasts (see Proteus), but that he will do her no harm. When he is finally turned into a burning coal, she is to throw him into a well, whereupon he will reappear as a naked man, and she must hide him. Janet does as she is asked and wins her knight. The Queen of Fairies is angry but acknowledges defeat.

Tattoo Idea

The Janet embracing proteus-Tamlin

Remember…

With the ACOTAR tv series, we have to get through the whole Tamlin thing first. Rhys won’t even be in the picture in the beginning