Hi this is an ACOTAR public service announcement:
The characters aren’t supposed to be without flaw.
That would be a boring book. Feyre has issues, Rhysand has issues, the IC has issues, Nesta has issues, all of them have issues, and have screwed up. That’s kinda the point.
“Tamlin is better than Rhysand because he’s not manipulative like Rhys is, Rhys has no qualms against lying and manipulating people for his own interests of protecting the people he loves, Tamlin is much more noble, Rhys would do terrible things if he thought it would protect Feyre/ the IC”
YES EXACTLY DO YOU NOT SEE THE VISION?????
THATS THE ENTIRE POINT
That literally IS Rhys’ appeal do people not get that??? He would burn he world to save Feyre, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill people to protect his family, and that’s part of the reason we love him so much.
Guys, Powerless was totally a Clove and Cato fanfic please someone tell me they see it too
See, I get the whole Jude is the dom argument because of how strong and scheming and power hungry she is, but that is EXACTLY why Cardan doms, and stay with me on this, Jude spends every single second of her life on high alert, I guarantee you she wants nothing more than to relax and let someone else take control and Cardan would do anything for his wife
oh to be adored
Rhysand: “So, how is Nesta’s training going?”
Azriel: “Oh, Cassian’s on top of it”
feyre and rhys are the BLUEPRINT for unconditional love
Scarlett and Julian are Taylor Swift, Legend and Tella are Olivia Rodrigo, and Jacks and Evangeline and Lana Del Ray
TRY AND TOUCH ME SO I CAN SCREAM AT YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME
“how do girls fall for villains”
no because shut up with the state of how some guys act now of course they do, like you mean he makes it clear he wants me? yes end of story
im not built for this kind of love
the feminine urge to be everything hes ever wanted
Plan A: im a sucessful lawyer with a stunning fiancé, house in new england with white shutters, sprawling yard, sailboats in summer, skiing in winter, a flower garden outside my window, a black sports car he drives me around in, baking him sourdough on the weekends, kissing in our garden gazebo, saturday morning tennis, lake weekends, big office windows that overlook the city, im his just as he's mine
Plan B: dont screw up plan A
HIT ME AND TELL ME YOU'RE MINE, I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I LIKE IT, SCARY MY GOD YOU'RE DIVINE
hopeless desperate romantic (i just want to be loved the way i love)
*percy doing the trend*
is this too much to ask for???
