Tog Memes - Tumblr Posts
Manon: Elide, your husband, Lorcan, is a loser, Aelin and I both agree.
Elide: You do?
Aelin: No, uh-uh, I never called him a loser!
Manon: Sorry, I’m the one who called him a loser. Manon: Aelin called him a clown.
Aelin, telling the story of how she met Rowan: But it turns out, a fistfight can be romantic.
Celaena, Adarlan's masked assassin: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.
Rowan: Do you have a bobby pin?
Lorcan: Yeah. *searches in his hair* Lorcan: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.
Fenrys: Really? Then why do ya throw like one?
Aelin: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?
Rowan: If by 'moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I suppose we are.
Aelin & Rowan: Surprise! We're having a baby!
Fenrys: What?!
Aelin & Rowan: *pulls out adoption papers* It's you!
Celaena: My life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look.
Lorcan, drowning: Help!
Elide: Don't worry, I heard cowards float.
Rolfe: You think you're so much smarter than everyone else.
Aelin: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.
Aelin: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.
Manon: We’re not friends.
Aelin, grabbing Goldryn: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.
Aelin: I hate to disagree with you, but-
Rowan: Please, you love to disagree with me. It's your favorite thing to do.
Aelin: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.
Elide: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.
Manon: I’ve only had Elide for a day and a half but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
Lysandra: When I met you, I thought you were a real bitch.
Aelin: What changed your mind?
Lysandra: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.
Aelin: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!
Chaol: That’s not an award, it’s a wanted poster from the king.
Aelin, hanging it on her wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!
Aelin: My hands are cold.
Rowan: Here, let me hold them.
Aelin: My lips are cold too.
Rowan: *covers Aelin's mouth with his hand*
Rowan: We'll talk about this later.
Aelin: Fine, I won’t be listening.
Lysandra: That shirt looks great, Rowan.
Rowan: Thanks.
Lysandra: But I bet it would look even better on Aelin's floor.
Aelin: Are you hitting on Rowan... for me?
Aelin: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?