no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed

I swear if I tumbled out of the cauldron and Lucien was like “you’re my mate” I’d be like “ok word” and we’d live happily ever after

me: *started reading for fun again, reading ACOSF*

my boyfriend: what’s your book about?

me: ….. the book… is about…. a book

What are you doing January 30th?

Me:

Quick! Funniest reason for someone to become a villain

been reading dramione fics and it’s doing something to my brain i fear

I'm rereading acomaf and found this very interesting passage in chapter 38😇

I pushed up onto my knees and kissed his cheek, his skin warm and soft beneath my mouth. It was over before it started, but - but how many nights had I wanted someone to do the same for me?

His eyes were a bit wide as I pulled away, and he didn't stop me as I eased off the bed. I was almost out the door when I turned back to him.

The painting flashed into my mind.

Rhys still knelt, wings drooping across the white sheets, head bowed, his tattoos stark against his golden skin. A dark, fallen prince.

Flashed - and stayed there, glimmering, before it faded.

But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.

The hole what was slowly starting to heal over.

OKAY BYE.

#thegirlsthatgetitgetit

"elriel" this "gwynriel" that

personally I ship Azriel with me

In light of my recent spiral into existential dread and depression, I have chosen to act with reckless abandon and read acotar again.

Thinking about how Nyx is going to grow up surrounded by love in the way his parents never were.

Golden Strings

Kore had feared the Clipping since she was old enough to understand that it would one day be executed upon her person. She'd had countless nightmares about it; they were filled with blood and gore and pain. Such pain, that she woke up panting, completely convinced that she'd been about to die.

Yet, at the present, she realized that she felt no pain, even if the snow was covered in the identifiable scarlet color of blood. In fact, her hands and face and spine were decorated with the heavy drops of it.

As Kore twisted her head, still too shocked to cry or mourn, she spotted the familiar ebony smoothness of her right wing. The sight of her untouched wings barreled so hard into her that she vomited on the blood-soaked snow. She wiped her mouth as she twisted.

Kore gasped at the pain of her left ribs. She placed a soothing hand there in confusion, and looked up to witness the carnage before her.

The sound of footsteps on the wet ground stole her divided attention. Kore glanced up at the male standing over her, his ebony black hair and dark blue eyes that were almost violet. Kore sucked in a breath at the realization of who - and what - he was.

Aidoneus Rhysand, the High Lord of Night Court.

Her mate.

Read here.

feyre and rhys aren't persephone and hades. the structures are barely there even for the sanitized, romanticised version of the story, it's really just his aesthetic and their bargain that links them to that myth.

you know who really is hades and persephone? rhysand's parents. he falls for her the moment he sees her because of the mating bond and decides to take her away then and there. he is roughly 900 years her senior, the lord of the land, his seat is under the mountain. he lavishes this young girl with gifts and affection, makes her his wife, his queen, the mother of his children, none of these decisions under her control. and ultimately she cannot live where he does. he builds his persephone a garden, gives her a house in velaris, but she wants to be home in illyria, and every year she leaves him to go back to where she came from, to spend as much time as she can with her family and with her people before he inevitably takes her away again.

When your innocent, wonderful, cinnamon roll grandmother takes a peek at your phone and comments on how academically inclined you are to be reading in the summer, except it's an E-rated, 230K word, enemies to lovers, slow burn fanfic with so much smut even the devil himself would gasp in disgrace at the mere look of your internet history—

nina riva is a goddess and i will worship her forever

Taylor jenkins reid got me interested in tennis of all things!!