
this once-human female who had conquered death, who now glowed as if she had devoured the moon.
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@feydarling I'm Not Perfect. None Of Us Are.
@feydarling — i'm not perfect. none of us are.
"you say that, but it doesn’t stop you from acting like you’re better than everyone else. like you make better choices, and you’re morally superior. i don’t even think you realise you’re doing it anymore. it comes to you like air... don't get me started on the others."
as a child, feyre had often acted like she was above her older sisters. had looked at them like they were shallow and frivolous for wanting to enjoy new dresses and shoes — like all the other girls... like the girls they had been before they lost everything. nesta could only assume it made her feel better about her own choices; to believe the two of them were too vapid to be able to survive without her. perhaps they had been. nesta knew she wouldn’t be capable of killing an animal, of skinning and gutting it, and serving it for dinner. she didn't have the stomach for it. but there had been other ways for her to survive. she was fourteen when they had lost their fortune, but she had seen the way men looked at her long before that. she could have seduced one of them easily; become a mistress to a wealthy man. could have kept her entire family fed and clothed that way. if she’d wanted to. even when they found themselves in a desperate state, she could have found somebody to covet her emaciated figure. but she didn’t want to.
in the past she had been able to ignore the way feyre had rolled her eyes at them. more recently she welcomed the derision; knew that she herself had been guilty of a lot worse and felt she deserved the repercussions. but neither of the archeron's are the same girl they each left in that cottage. they've grown in different directions, but they're both capable of making informed choices. she's tired of her decisions always being a point of contention, of being held to the standard of the girl she hasn't been in years, and she's exhausted by the way her blood boils when she's expected to defend herself to the inner circle when they're not even interested in her side of the story.
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some of you will be shocked and appalled to hear this but i read a nesta / cassian / azriel threesome fic and couldn’t have hated it more.
I love you hated female characters. I love you female characters who are flawed. I love you female characters who mess up and try to do the right thing after. I love you female characters who get the undeserved vitriol from fans. I love you female characters who fans completely condemn because of one mistake they made. I love you female characters who fans completely condemn because of one mistake they made as a child. I love you female characters who people blame for ripping apart their ships instead of the larger forces that be. I love you female characters who get all the hate as the male characters who do worse in canon get absolutely none. I love you female characters who get hated on because they told a man “no.”
@riderheart, sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be.
nesta pauses when she notices the girl stood before the very same door she had once again found herself drawn to; the room her feet always seem to carry her to in moments when her thoughts are still. but the idea of a stranger having any kind of interest sets her teeth on edge and so she approaches, her back as straight as a rod and her voice stiffer still. “ this room is off limits. ”
the entire house should be off limits, but rhys had decided that her home was the only appropriate place for their visitor to stay. gods forbid he open up one of his own while he figured out her story. but nesta was doing her best to play nice with violet. after all, it wasn’t her fault her sister’s mate was so often an imbecile. “ come with me? ” she softens her voice, says the words as if they’re a question. they’re not. and as she begins to lead her away, her bones ache with the desire to stay; to check on the remaining artifacts hidden safely under locks and spells.


AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as Ben
Savages (2012)
knew it would only be a matter of time before i got sick after working non-stop for weeks, and here we are </3