Did anyone else swoon over Jesse in this scene 😍
All this resentment was once love
I've said it before and I'm going to say it again -
A LOT OF YA WRITERS NEED TO TAKE A PAGE FROM THE "KERRI MENISCALCO BOOK OF MALE CHARACTERS" AND LEARN HOW TO WRITE DARK, MYSTERIOUS AND YET NON-TOXIC MALE LEADS.
YOU CAN BE COLD WITHOUT BEING A COMPLETE JERK AND THERE CAN BE BANTER WITHOUT MAKING REMARKS ABOUT HOW YOU WANT TO RAIL THE FEMALE PROTAGONIST.
YOUR MALE LEAD CAN HAVE SEXUAL THOUGHTS ABOUT THE FEMALE LEAD WITHOUT SOUNDING LIKE A PREDATOR.
Hell, even mephistopheles was a shit ton better than a lot of male protagonists we have and he was the manipulative one.
the last hours
I love how half of the TDA fandom is literally avoiding to acknowledge that KIERAN AND CRISTINA ARE CLEARLY DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER
WHO FUCKING GOT THIS VIDEO WHO WAS SITTING BORED IN QUARANTINE AND WAS LIKE YA KNOW WHAT FUCK KANYE WEST
Sam Cortlands death
Young Aelin/Celaena having no friends her age (besides Aedion)
And when baby Aelin asks to be freinds with Baby Dorian, he rejecting her and saying he already has a friend and his name is Chaol
Celaena being broken and yelling “She left me"
Aedion crying in the stairwell after hearing of the death of everyone in Endovier and Callaculla
Celaena singing at Nehemiah’s grave
Dorian yelling for Sorscha after she is beheaded
Chaol telling Dorian he loves him
Chaol telling Celaena to get up
Young Aelin telling Celaena to get up
Asterin’s story and how she lost her baby witchling
Rowan yelling and having to be held back in order for him not to go after Aelin
Aelin being locked in the coffin
Aelin being whipped by Cairn
Fenrys becoming blood sworn to Maeve and sleeping with her to protect his brother
Sam yelling “I’ll kill you” because Arobynn beat Celaena in front of him
I hate how sexualized everything has gotten. Why am I seeing porn on every app I open. I wish for a society full of virtue and abstinence
It's the way there's a Taylor Swift song for literally every ship out there.
He was all white and black in the night, like an illustration from one of her books. He swept a bow, low and graceful, the kind knights had once made.
Lucie Herondale & Jesse Blackthorn
Thomas and Alastair for @julesblackthorns
He seemed worried in that moment, and human and vulnerable in a way that made Thomas want to—well, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, but he stuck out his hand to Alastair, who stared at it for a moment, then slowly took it. His hand was warm and calloused against Thomas’s, and Thomas remembered the feel of Alastair’s fingers on the inside of his arm and tried not to change expression. They shook.