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apollosbisexualass · 2 years
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Tamlin
(n,) the derogatory term for ‘tool’
‘He was such a Tamlin’
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kayla-2 · 2 years
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Me, whenever I read something by tamlin apologists:
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Acotar boys pet name headcanon
A/n this is my first Tumblr post, so this is probably going to be really bad... and for that i am truly sorry. 
Azriel- I don’t think he has a designated pet name. Out of all of them hes most likely to call you love. But most of the time he just calls you by your name. He loves your name, but in those special moments, or whenever your sad, he will throw in a few loves here and there. 
Cassian- Sweetheart. After reading Acosf, i can almost 100% say this male would call you sweetheart, on a daily. He barely ever calls you by your name unless your training together, and your being a brat... and we all know how that turned out for Nesta. 
Rhysand- Darling of course. We have read the books, and i’m pretty sure he calls Feyre darling more than her actual name... so expect to be called darling in every situation. Literally 24/7 darling. His whole life depends on calling you darling. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if it was his last name.
Lucien- Honey. I can just see him being one of those men that comes home and is like “Honey, i brought you dinner” which would definitely be fish, because... that fish catching scene... I almost died from squealing so damn much. 
Eris- Sunshine. Eris is such a teasing and sarcastic morally grey character/Villain that he would definitely call you sunshine just for his own damn pleasure. He would especially call you it when you were mad to make you angrier. I think this male loves seeing you angry. Hey i mean he’s got to start the fire somehow, especially if your going to keep up with that autumn court male with a whole lot of fire in his blood. You got to fight fire with fire... right?  He would also say this whenever you are upset, and... lets just say this male goes soft for you, and only you, and when he does it is the softest most sweetest thing in the world.
Tamlin- Babe. Do i need to say more... Its giving frat boy.
Helion- Baby. Hes a whiner, and very f**cking persuasive, pare that with how hot he is... Can make you melt in seconds. 
Tarquin- Its always the most random crap. One day he’ll be calling you sweetheart, the next day gorgeous and then the next he’ll be calling you little bird or some cheesy thing. You never know with him, hes just full of surprises.
Kallias- Sweetie. I don’t know why, but it works. I feel like he acts chill, but in all honesty is like a super over protective mother hen. Like this male gets so worried whenever you are the slightest bit at risk, and i feel like sweetie just fits that. 
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stay-forever-sunday · 9 months
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i immediately want to follow everyone who tagged Tamlin as Tampon.
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arson-09 · 1 month
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Tamlin is actually such an underrated character in acotar. Because of feyres very biased narrative she forces readers to ignore the complexity of his character and man. its sad
Tamlin is a character who is genuinely GOOD at his core. He changed so much of the spring court for good, eliminating slavery within the spring lands and mortals having more protection. Hes a morally good character that made a few mistakes and is boiled down to just those mistakes. Locking feyre in the house and the magical/emotional blow up, which are both pretty decent fuck ups (i dont think siding with hybern fully counts as he was a double agent all along and tamlin was decently justified in thinking feyre was being kept against her will. lets be fr here) and even after he’s extremely fucked over by the nightcourt, his lands and court burned to shit, he still saves rhysand. Saves rhysand and tells feyre to be happy, even when he has every reason to NOT do that!
Hes a character that clearly holds himself to a higher standard. throughout acotar he puts lucien and feyres safety above his own, even sending feyre away when she was the only one who could save him. Even though what he did to her wasnt great its not completely irredeemable, rhysand did much worse things to feyre and other people but hes living his best life while Tamlin seems to find himself unworthy of being a person (acosf wheres hes been in beast form for roughly over two years) hes a perfectionist who now doesnt even think he deserves anyone because he accidentally hurt the people he loves most.
Sjm accidentally created a beautifully rich and morally righteous character who is so extremely fucked by the narrative. Which doesnt even work half the time as sjm cant seemingly commit to making him a full villain (seemingly by accident again she gave him quite a reasonable explanation to everything he did ‘wrong’ but still chooses to make him a punching bag)
If Tamlin was genuinely a morally evil character he wouldnt have NEARLY the amount of fans as he does. Hes a character that requires the minimum amount of media literacy and comprehension to understand and i LOVE him.
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lorcandidlucienwill · 15 days
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Saw someone call Tamlin Temper Tamtrum today, and while I consider myself pro Tamlin, I had to admit it was a great nickname.
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sunsetschloe · 4 months
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Feyre: *weeping* please, I will—I will give you anything—" Tamlin: Feyre: anything, anything Tamlin: Feyre: *sobbing her heart out* Tamlin: Tamlin: (dramatically) be happy, feyre *drops light into rhysand* *rhysand wakes up*
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highladyofterrasen7 · 7 months
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It was more complicated then that but that’s the jist
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Feyre is being criticized for being angry that while she was literally having her blood being boiled in her veins and all her bones snapped Tamlin only sat there and did nothing because he was injured? He was literally high fae and a high lord and his wound was HEALING and he still didn’t bother trying to do anything. She was willing to die for him and it was clear that he wasn’t willing to die with her, Rhysand was.
That’s not Feyre being delulu or influenced by Rhysand it is a valid thing to be hurt by. She was in infinitely more pain than him in that moment and she still managed to sputter out that the answer to the riddle was love, he was alive and well with a single wound that didn’t even pierce his heart and couldn’t be bothered to do anything.
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rosenecklaces · 6 months
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I'm tired of this overused argument but like, pointing out rhysand countless mistakes/ trying to paint feyre like this underlying woman who actually was the cause of tamlin downfall is moronic as hell. Like I don't know how to tell tam fuckers than spitting about rhys instance of canon asshole-ry doesn't make your ugly ass blonde husband less of an asshole either or erase the fact he's-an-abuser. He aaalways had anger issues BEFORE his ptsd that fucking lulu himself was witness of. Sure, Rhys is messed up especially in the first ones, I'm not particularly opposed to that, but one character flaws doesn't mean another one is free from theirs all of a sudden lmao
And again, blaming a fucking victim perfect or not, from A MAN'S actions is plain old misogyny and just dumb all together. He's a woman's beater and yall should just dealt with it like damn fucking adults with pubic hair already
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cloud-sitting · 3 months
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Haters will say it’s fake but this is Tamlin
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iam-sol-emnlyswear · 28 days
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EXEUNT BY THE OH HELLOS IS SO FEYRE AND TAMLIN CODED
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Except the first ACOTAR was only released a few months before the album Dear Wormwood in 2015, so while it is likely that the Oh Hellos could have read it, the similarities between this song and the second book (2016) are uncanny
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stay-forever-sunday · 8 months
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Watermelon Slice
Summary: Feyre has never gone sledding. Rhysand is reckless. Tamlin's an idiot. Chaos.
Rating: G
Notes: I had chocolate for breakfast and this is what came out of it. This wasn't beta read, any mistake is my own. I'll try to edit them out as I find them. English is not my first language and I'm not convinced my fingers are properly connected to my brain. Thank you for reading.
Words: 967
AO3
Feysand Week 2023 Day Two: 🎨Hobbies, both shared and apart 🎨
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“We can do whatever the hell we want!” Rhysand exclaimed, grabbing Feyre’s hand and pulling her along with him as they ran. The fresh, rain-scented air tangled knots in her hair, but with his warm fingers intertwined with hers, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 
“You know that’s not true, right?” She laughed, skidding through the wet grass fearlessly; Feyre knew he’d catch her if she fell. 
“It is if we don’t get caught!” He tugged her along, encouraging Feyre to go faster as the thunders rolled around them. The sled he clutched close to his chest wasn’t even his, to begin with, they were hiding in the bushes as they waited for the perfect opportunity to steal it from someone’s garage just down the block from the patch of grass they now stomped on. 
“He is going to be so pissed.” Either the wind seemed to carry her words away from his ears or he had chosen to ignore what he didn’t want to hear. Knowing him, the second option was more likely.
The hill Rhys dragged her up was more inclined on the other side, and that went according to his plan. Feyre had confessed to never sledding in the snow as a child; he was outraged and as soon as rain started pouring, he grabbed her hand and off into the downpour they went. The grass was drowning in water from the summer storm and he hoped the glide down the other side of the slope would be smooth. 
“You cannot be serious, Rhys, we’re going to die.” Peeking down the hill made her stomach drop. Her dramatic antiques were well known now – and sometimes ignored – he remained silent and plopped the sled onto the grassy hilltop. The plastic contraption was barely big enough for one of them and about as comfortable as a watermelon slice, but Rhysand decided they would both need to fit if only to make sure Feyre wouldn’t jump out before he pushed her down. 
“Come, sit on my lap.” When he was settled, Rhys pulled Feyre onto his lap, tucking her back close to his chest. Rhysand wiggled under her and she promptly slapped the outside of his thigh, uncaring that the sting could either get him to stop or egg him on. “Come on, Feyre, isn’t this the moment you’ve been waiting for?”
“You’re a pig.” 
Lightening and thunders greeted them left and right, and if those didn’t kill them, then the guy they stole the piece-of-trash-watermelon-slice sled from certainly would. 
“What the fuck are you doing, man?!” A burly blond man panted a few feet away from them, drenched from head to toe in rain. “Give it back. Now.” They were absolutely not going to stay to talk to him, nope. Especially when they were the ones in the wrong. There was a rush of adrenaline from getting caught and Feyre felt her stomach almost wrap around her throat.
“Quick, quick, let’s go!” Rhysand felt quick taps on his legs, his companion encouraging him to push them down the hill before Tamlin could get his brute’s hands on them. 
“Goodbye, fucker!” The dark-haired man under her waved his free hand to the angry beast and Feyre giggled, actually giggled as they were gliding down the wet grass. She threw her arms up for all of three seconds before clinging to his legs in hopes of anchoring herself to him. She wondered if Tamlin would trip and fall if he tried to run after them, but he was surprisingly graceful, and slow as heck, as he strutted down the hillside. 
The couple ditched the sled as soon as it came to a stop, their hands tangled together once more and they ran as fast as they could to a busy street. Feyre turned briefly to look behind her when Tamlin had finally reached his precious, sun-discolored, plastic sled. He held it to his chest so dearly that she wondered if he had become one of those hoarders from the TV shows. Enough, she decided there would be no more dwelling on it, she left him behind. 
Her thoughts drifted back to Rhysand, to how annoying yet grounding he was. His fingers, cold against hers, were the reminder she needed to know she was safe – cared for, loved. The rain started pouring fast again, their footsteps splashing water as they went, laughter bubbling its way out of them.
It was hard work getting air into their lungs, when she could finally breathe and talk at the same time, Feyre smiled and turned to him. "I can't believe we did this!" 
Rhysand shrugged, stuffing his free hand inside his wet pocket, the long fingers from the other intertwined with hers. "It's my new favorite hobby. Seeing you laugh and smile so freely." 
She beamed and he wondered if it could light up the darkest places of his soul. "Extra points if I get to piss off Tampon in the process." He played, but she could feel an edge of truth in his words.
"You are incorrigible!" The small palm of her hand collided with his chest and he chuckled at the sting. Rhys didn't bother trying to defend himself, they both knew he would go out of his way to taunt Tamlin whenever he could. 
And it felt safe. Even with lightning striking left and right, and the sound of the thunder rumbling loud enough to make the ground shake. 
Rhysand brought their attached hands to his lips, letting his warm breath seep through their fingers. “How freezing are you?” 
“Uh, I’ll survive, I guess. Why?” Streetlights reflected in his bright blue eyes and suddenly he was the only thing she could see. The eyes and the shit-eating grin. 
“Because now we need ice cream.” And so it began again.  
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midnightclaw · 7 months
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I know this is a wild theory, but what if Tamlin’s redemption arc (if he ever had one) would be another retelling of the beauty and the beast. Am I the only one who this makes sense to? He pissed off a lady (Feyre) just like the beast pissed off the enchantress, and because of his series of stupid actions he turns into a beast, his territory in ruins, just like the beast in beauty and the beast. Basically, he messed up big, and I’d love him to atone for it some more. It would make sense, though I’m not sure I’d want a love story including Tamlin.
Also, there’s a rose garden in the spring court, isn’t there? I’d love the roses to be put to some more symbolic use.
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ephemeralsx · 1 year
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shallyne · 2 years
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The T in Tamlin stands for trash
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