You Can't Be Serious

I'm still eh about him. He started to get good, than when he summoned Maeve, I hated him again.

Do y'all remember when everyone hated Lorcan lmao how times have changed

I've been playing it for a while, and I still don't know what I'm doing!

Elder Scrolls Online

I just started playing this game… and I have no idea what I’m doing. XD

I think that they were both just lost in grief, that when they found out they were Caranam, that that bond snapped the same time the mating bond did, and they didn't realize it

did Rowan not pick up on the mate bond with Aelin because Lyria was never his mate? because he thought he knew what a mate bond felt like BUT HE DIDNT????

10/10! Whoooo! I knew re-reading ACOWAR again and again was going to pay off

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Oh my god, this is awesome!

ToG/ACOTAR asks

So here’s a little ask thing because I’d think it’d be fun and cool for the fandom to have more of it’s own!! feel free to reblog. The asks either relate to one of the series (specified) or both!

1) Which of the ToG characters do you relate most to?

2) Which of the ACOTAR character do you relate most to?

3) Which character in either series do you think you would dislike the most in real life?

4) Which character wouldn’t like YOU in real life?

5) Which character would you be best friends with irl/

6) Who’s your otp from acotar?

7) Otp from ToG?

8) Did you ship Rowaelin from the moment he came into the picture?

9) How quickly did you stop shipping Chaolaena? Or do you still ship ot?

10) Which character do you ship yourself most with and why?

11) Ships that annoy you and why

12) Do you ship Amren and Varian or would you rather Amren remain alone?

13) Any theories about where Amren came from and what her real form is?

14) How do you view Rhys’s actions UtM?

15) Do you want Tamlin to die? Are you pro redemption arc? How do want his arc to end?

16) Which villain out of both series do you hate the most?

17) Do you blame Elena?

18) Which villain do you want to slowly suffer and which one do you want a painful death for?

19) Tell me how you feel about moriel, elucien, and nessian.

20) Thoughts on “nameless is my price?”

21) How do you think ToG will end? 

22) Do you prefer the Celaena story arc or the Aelin arc? Or do you find that the difference between the two is simply character growth?

23) Long haired rowan or short haired rowan?

24) Which character would you most like to hook up with?

25) Which character would you most like to fall in love with?

26) How would you feel if Sam were resurrected in ToG7?

27) How do you feel about Elorcan atm? Do you forgive him and think Elide should? Or are you angry with him?

28) Thoughts on Fenrys and Connall?

29) What do you think the importance of “princess of carrion” and all the other stuff the book says to Feyre is?

30) Do you think any major characters will die in Acowar? Who?

31) Did you ship feylin in acotar or were you always side-eyeing it suspiciously?

32) How do you think Feyre will handle being in the spring court again?

33) Head canons for your otp!

34) Name a ship you hope ends like the titanic…

35) What do you think Feyre’s father is up to?

36) Do you forgive Nesta and Elain for how they treated Feyre?

37) Favorite morally grey character.

38) Favorite villain.

39) Favorite god from ToG

40) What theories do you have about the bone carver?

41) Any theories about the cauldron?

42) Favorite funny moment from ToG

43) Who is funniest character?

44) Where is Nox???

45) Are you down for Rowaelin/Feysand babies in the epilogues or would you want them to wait?

46) What is the King of Adarlan’s name?

47) Do you have any f/f or m/m ships?

48) Any part of the plot in either series that you would change?

49) How do you think the lock will be forged?

50) Who is a better male lead? Rhysand or Rowan? 

Valentines Day

      So, with it being Valentines day, (happy valentines day to you all) I was, of course, asked who my valentine was. And instead of being like all the other idiot girls and giggling and saying a boy's name, I blurted out, "Rhysand." And then that prompted two different answers, the person who asked me: "Who the fuck is Rhysand?" A classmate sitting next to me: "Awwww, Asikaia's got a crush." So, most of my class thinks I have a crush on someone in the school, or someone in another school. But, if anyone in my school who has read ACOMAF hears this, the'll think this is hilarious as I do.

GODDAMNIT! WHY IS THIS FANDOM SO SAD???

He hardly recognised her. They were her eyes, it was her hair- as limp and dirty as it was- and it was her face. But it wasn’t Aelin.

She was curled up in the corner of the cell- if it could be called that- her back to the wall. Her eyes were open, but they were not seeing him.

‘Aelin.’ Rowan whispered, crouching down. ‘Please.’ He had been here for minutes now, minutes too long, and each passing second was another second he could be caught in, caught and dragged up to Maeve, to be used and tortured for her own fun and to hurt Aelin more. ‘I would prefer Celaena to this. Please.’

He had seen her broken before. Seen her drunk and lost and hurt. But none of that- it was nothing compared to this. When Aelin had gone last time, there was Celaena, the mask that hid everything while flaunting it in others faces. But now, even that mask had been cracked beyond repair.

This was his mate. His mate, and he had no clue what to do to help her. In all his years, Rowan had never felt so helpless.

An alarm sounded above them, raised voices, and Rowan clenched his fists. This was expected- in all honesty he thought they would realise he was there sooner- but he had thought he would get in, grab his mate and leave again. He didn’t expect…this.

‘Aelin.’ He tried again. ‘Fireheart.’

A blink, and he thought it was a reaction- until all she did was roll over to face the wall. 

Her back.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her back. She had lost so much weight, and he had seen the new scars and bruises that covered her arms, had seen the rags that barely passed for clothes. But her back.

He had known her scars by heart. Each one had been a reminder- that she had survived, she had survived and found him and was strong. But those scars were now hidden by newer ones, harsh red lines that were barely healed. He had kissed every one of her scars one, and they had gone.

‘Aelin.’ His voice broke on the word, and he hated himself for it. Because this was his fault. She was his mate, his wife, Queen of a court that wanted-needed- her back, and he hadn’t protected her. It should be him in the cell, not her. ‘We need to go.’

Slowly, as if every movement caused her pain, she put her hands over her ears.

She didn’t believe him. Didn’t believe he was actually there- how many times had she cried out for him to rescue her, how many times had she thought she had seen his face, heard his voice, when it wasn’t real.

He was as much a torturer than Maeve, in her head at least.

He rested his head against the bars, his hands gripping them as if he could pull them apart. He wished he could, but he also wished it was Maeve head in his hands that he was crushing, breaking, ruining as she had Aelin.

He never thought he could truly hate Maeve. But now… He would break her entire court apart for revenge. For Aelin.

‘Rowan.’

He shut his eyes, pulling himself back together before standing and facing the other fae male who once had been a sort of friend. Until this. ‘Fenrys.’

‘She knows you are here.’

Maeve knew everything that was going on in her realm. ‘So are you going to drag me back up to her? Whip me like you have my Queen?’

Rowan might have been imagining it, but he was sure the other Fae flinched. ‘You know that wasn’t me.’

‘You didn’t stop it.’ A snarl.

‘How was I meant to, when she ordered me to stand still and watch? I did everything I could to help her.’

‘It’s not enough, Fenrys.’

A pause, the males staring at each other, refusing to be the first to look away. Then:

‘She ordered me to find you. Not to bring her back.’

‘It would have been implied. Or she’s watching to see what you do.’

‘I don’t care.’ His jaw tightened. ‘I don’t care. I was with your queen long enough, Rowan, to learn to care about her. She was more a friend to us than we have had in…forever. So I don’t care.’

‘Then let me take her away.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Another order?’

‘Yes.’ Fenrys frowned. ‘But…she didn’t say I couldn’t.’

If Rowan could, he would have smiled. Years ago, none of them would have gone against Maeve’s word, implied or not. Yet now…they were all doing what little they could. He didn’t know what was worse; them following orders and being safer, or them rebelling and getting punished. Fenrys would suffer for this…but Aelin came first.

‘Bring her to me.’ Rowan laid out a plan carefully, telling the other male to meet him after sundown. ‘And Fenrys?’

‘What?’

‘If you don’t bring her, I will do everything in my power to destroy this place. With all of you in it’. He walked away without another word.

And then he waited. It was only hours, short hours compared to his long life, but each minute felt like a day, and before the sun had even disappeared, he had thought of every terrible ending to this day.

Maeve could find out. It could be a trap. Maeve could find out. She could kill Aelin- to get back at him. Fenrys could back out. Maeve could find out.

But then he saw his…friend, walking over the hill with a bundle in his arms. A bundle that looked so small, too small to be his mate.

But it was.

Rowan remembered a long time ago, when he had carried her in the same way. Before he knew her,before he saw her as what she was. Princess, survivor, warrior. Part of her had hated him back then. Hate…hate had been better than what this was. The emptiness. The…nothing.

Fenrys thrust her at him when he arrived. ‘Take her.’ He said. ‘Far away, for years. Dont…let the world know where she is. Don’t even let her court know. Or Maeve will find out and come after both of you.’

There were shadows in his eyes, a fear for them and for himself. ‘Fenrys. What will she do to you?’

‘I don’t know.’ A smile. ‘Think about yourself, Rowan. Not me.’

No one deserved the punishments Maeve dealt out. Not for this,not for anything. ‘If you ever get away from her, Fenrys, if you run or she sets you free, there will a place at our court for you.’

Hope, Rowan had learnt, was as powerful in war as any blade was. Hope kept everyone fighting, wanting more, wanting different. Hope was dangerous, but Fenrys needed it. Because even Rowan wondered if he would ever see the male again.

Rowan wrapped his arms around his mate, tucking her into his chest and turned away. She still hadn’t responded, and a part of Rowan’s heart broke. But she was there, in his arms, safe. He just needed to do something to bring her back to him.

And for  Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen and his wife, Prince Rowan Whitethorn would do anything.

Maybe?

So, i just started re-reading Empire of Storms and in Chapter One, Lorcan mentions his, “senses he inherited from his prick of a father”. Maybe his father is a valg prince, or somethings similar, because he says he is guided by Hellas, and that he has dark powers. This may be kinda unrelated, but what if Erawan is Lorcan’s father, and Lorcan has to sacrifice himself to defeat Earawn?

Oh. My. God. I really want this xD. I think every fangirl should have this!

When I read this, i could hardly keep myself from squealing xD i'm just sitting here trying to still comprehend everything that happened in EoS and here people are, coming up with all kinds of stuff like this xD

More on Sarah J Maas Foreshadowing

So while rereading The Assassin and the Underworld after EoS something catched my attention.

Remember when Celaene went to Ardalan’s Theater? Well, I’m quoting here:

The music annihilated her.

The dancing was breathtaking, yes, and the story it told was certainly lovely - a legend of a prince seeking to rescue his bride, and the cunning bird he captured to help him do it - but the music.

Who is the Prince? Our beloved Rowan Whitethorn

Who is the bride? Our suffering Queen Aelin

And who is the cunning bird? My guess is Vaughan, one of the members of the cadre from whom we know next to nothing and whose animal form is an osprey.