"and This Is For Lidia"

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im not supposed to be right all the time so im not gonna spend time trying to justify what i say or what i do since y'all not my bosses/ colleges/ classmates/ teachers therefore what you think of me doesnt matter. omigosh i sound so teenage angsty what? no im nice but im also mean if that makes any sense (no it does not, im aware). will post deep thoughts/ justifications if i feel like it. its social media im not supposed to do stuff i dont want unless people i know actually follow me. bye felicia have a nice life

"Rhys - it's too much."

"Not for you. Never for you. He slid his arms around my waist, kissing my temple." Build a House with a painting studio." He kissed my other temple. "Build a house with an office for you, and one for me. Build a house with a bathtub big enough for two - and for wings." Another kiss, this time to my cheek. "Build a house with a garden for Elain, a training ring for the Illyrian babies, a library for Amren and an enormous dressing room for Mor." I chocked on a laugh at that. But Rhys silenced it with a kiss on my mouth, lingering and sweet. "Build a house with a nursery, Feyre."

I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

Acofas chapter 22

It’s so beautiful I wish they would’ve gotten together

Spoilers below, you have been warned

Also, this is a really long post about fan theories after HOAB

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So, we have a crossover

And where that leaves us?

First, Dusk Truth

Guys, we have likely confirmed that Dusk Court has existed and its dissapearance has to do something with the crossing.

Also, its inhabitants peobably had powers connected to starlight as far as we can guess.

Those are only guesses of course, but it sounds to coincidental not to be true.

Secondly, Rhysand's surname

We KNOW, not just suppose that Ruhn Danaan is has some familial ties to Rhysand. We also know, that he is of a royal line, so its given that through the lineage they wanted to keep they surname

You know, dynasty and such things.

But, what can it mean?

Well, its again just a guess, but there might be high chance, that we were given Rhysand's surname literally YEARS ago.

Rhysand Danaan has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

There is also another option we have there, as there is other royal fae family in Valbara.

Talking about Cormac Donnall of course.

But seeing the resemblance between Rhys and Ruhn, its even less probable, I would say

Again, its just a theory, but maybe our dreams really came true this time

What about the Autumn King?

By now, it was as well as confirmed, that valbaran fae have their origin in the world of ACOTAR. We know that Autumn King's powers consists of FIRE.

And he is a REDHEAD.

Sounds like the Autumn Court, don't you think?

Hell, even his name implicates it.

It might get really interesting if his name is revealed, maybe we have already heard of him during ACOTAR.

And we have Danika Fendyr researching shifter origins.

As someone has mentioned before me, Fendyr sounds a hell lot similiar to Fenrys, and he was fae, who could shift into a wolf.

Also, comparing their appearances, Fenrys's golden blond hair with golden brown eyes certiainly could mean that him and Danika, with her silvery blonde hair and caramel eyes, are somewhat related.

Can he somehow be entwined with this?

This sounds the most improbable of all theories in this post, but seems like quite interesting opportunity

And the books!

At the beginning of HOEAB we marveled at the fact, that books in the library in Jesiba's gallery have so similar names to those ones we know from TOG and ACOTAR.

But now we can be almost sure -- they are really THE SAME books, brought to Valbara during the crossing!

Well, as I said, those are only theories and speculations, but let me know what you think about it :D

ok i think we can all agree that chain me to a tree was the hottest thing azriel ever said

So who was gonna remind me that Rowan Whitethorn was also chained head to toe in iron at one point in his life and would therefore understand every bit of pain Aelin was in while trapped with Maeve. 🥲

“I was captured once. While on a campaign in the east, in a kingdom that doesn’t exist anymore. They had me shackled head to toe in iron to keep me from choking the air out of their lungs.” -Rowan, Heir of Fire (page 175)

ToG spoiler alert

I do not accept the fact that Aelin lost her powers forging the lock and banishing the Gods. As far as I’m concerned, Aelin still has her full powers. Humph. 

The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other. 

 Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

 Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing. 

 Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade. 

 The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.