I agree w/ the anon about AmrenxMor. Mor only tells Feyre that she’s gay. I think AmrenxMor is just popping up bc people ship them, but it’s not canon. If true, I agree w/ you! I don’t see any signs that Mor has feelings for Amren, but I do think there are signs that Mor is gay in ACOMAF. I have faith that Sarah will handle this well in ACOWAR. Mor is such an awesome, strong female that I have high hopes! I just hate that this is dividing the fandom when the ships had been pretty stable before…
Yes you might be right about Mor x Amren. I only saw some ask regarding them but of course it could only be the fans who created this ship.
But I am currently rereading Acomaf and I don’t see any hints about Mor being gay? Maybe you could share the signs you found? The only thing that proves for me that Mor would be interested in Az, is in the cabin when she tells Feyre that it would be on him and not her. Here is the particular snippet:
Don’t get me wrong I really would want representation in SJM books but she should have added another character. At this point, I just think it feels forced to make Mor gay for the sake of representation when a lot of fans were rooting for Moriel.
And I am really upset how the fandom already divides itself. This has nothing to do with homophobia, if fans defend Moriel because we all read the book and saw the development. I love Morrigan as a character, because she is so incredibly strong and after everything she tries to stay positive/optimistic. I am not upset if she is gay, I just feel a bit betrayed because this development happens so suddenly and doesn’t feel like it was planned in the first place.
And it continues….the Tayvin breakup, also known as The
Moment I Knew part 3.
I’m excited that @hiddleswiftplease will be taking over the reins
for part 4 but we do ask that you PLEASE be patient. These parts aren’t so easy to write and there
is a great deal of work and collaboration that is put into each one.
at the clock on the table before turning her body slightly to view Adam
sleeping peacefully beside of her. She
watches him for a few moments, allowing her eyes to roam over his face, taking
in his features and embedding them in her memory like it’s the last time she
will ever see him. She’s caught herself
doing that several times lately, primarily when he’s asleep, when they aren’t
fighting or, better yet, ignoring, each other.
remembers doing this when they first started dating, when she was too excited
to sleep and she would just watch him for hours on end. She wasn’t memorizing his features then as
she was convinced they would be together forever so there was no need. She’s no longer convinced of that. Actually, she’s pretty convinced of the
He used to
sleep cradled as close to her as he could get, his arm always protectively
around her waist. She adored the way she
felt there, how warm and strong his arms felt, how she never wanted to leave
them. Now the inches away that he sleeps
feels more like miles and his touch only comes when they are feigning intimacy.
breathing is soft and steady as she continues to watch him sleep and she sees a
gentle smile form across his lips. She
smiles silently in response. This is the
way she will choose to remember him, she tells herself, peaceful. Happy.
Content. It saddens her that he
is only this way anymore when he is suspended in unconsciousness.
back, trying to remember a time when he wasn’t so angry, when she wasn’t so
unattached. It saddens her that she
actually has to concentrate on remembering those moments, remembering a time
when they were completely and unequivocally happy. It seems like it’s been a lifetime, even if
it’s really only been a couple of months.
now, she realizes that she sensed a problem long before she admitted to herself
that there was one. Back when he started
spending more time in the studio and with his friends than with her, when he
seemed uncomfortable and distant regardless where they were or what they were
doing, when he stated that he never saw himself working with her even when he
already had. She knows now that she subconsciously
tried to make herself more vulnerable, more open, even going against her own
rule and publicly thanking him at the iHeart awards, that moment seeming to
just make him more distant and uncomfortable.
She chose though to continue to look through rose colored glasses.
Until those glasses
were smashed at the met gala.
back over in the bed and glances once more at the clock. It’s 5:34 a.m. and sleep has yet to find her,
regardless of the exhaustion she feels in every part of her body. She figures that it is useless to even try at
this point so she pushes herself out of the bed and grabs her plush robe from
the nearby chair. She glances once more
at Adam as she starts to leave, her eyes scanning over the entire length of his
body before she heads out of the room toward the living room.
up here the last four mornings, wrapped up in her robe as she watches
infomercials or old movies on the couch, Adam sleeping a room and a million
miles away. She knows he doesn’t even
notice her absence, or at the very least, isn’t concerned about it. She wishes she could say that it bothers her
but strangely it doesn’t.
warmth of the robe closer to her skin, she lifts the remote and starts
searching for something to occupy her mind.
She knows it’s a useless process; it has been for the last four days,
because she knows what is coming next.
pressing the channel button the instant Tom’s face enters her mind, allowing
her eyes to flutter shut as she leans back into the couch and props her feet on
the table in front of her. She feels as
if she is floating as images of the alluring gentleman who swept her off her
feet just two weeks before dance slowly through her head. She’s aware that she shouldn’t be doing this,
that she shouldn’t permit herself to be thinking of Tom while her boyfriend
sleeps just a mere feet away, but she can’t control it and part of her, or all
of her, doesn’t want to.
She has relived every moment from the gala over and over in
her head since the moment the elevator door closed and Tom’s handsome face was
taken from her. Even now, she feels his
hands on her back, feels his warm breath on her neck and the scent of his
cologne still tickles her nose. It’s all
she has, she thinks, of the serendipitous night where she met the man who brought
life to her words, the man who met and exceeded every lyrical picture she has
ever painted of the perfect love.
Part of her has felt like she has gone mad, chasing the
memories and feelings that he left with her.
Part of her curses herself for not stopping the elevator door and
running back into his arms to stay there forever. All of her has accepted the guilt she has for
feeling this way for a man she doesn’t call her boyfriend. Accepted, she thinks, she’s accepted the
Four days ago, she hadn’t accepted it. Four days ago, she asked Adam to come here,
to come to paradise, to see if there was any way she could feel with him even
remotely what she feels for Tom. She
knew it was in vain, knew it was unlikely, but morally she felt like she needed
to try. Instead, this trip has only
strengthened her belief that her connection with Tom is magical and extraordinary. Once in a lifetime. What she’s written about her entire life but
needed Tom to truly understand.
Reluctantly, she forces herself back to reality and she
absent mindedly grabs for the remote control again before her vision latches
onto the television screen. She
instantly recognizes the movie playing before her and it brings a knowing smile
to her face. Serendipity.
Serendipity. A word
she equates so much to Tom.
Her heart warms as she acknowledges the appropriateness and
she settles back into the couch, lost in the magical love story playing out
onscreen. It’s not long though before
her mind finds its way back to Tom and their single remarkable night.
She contemplates if she understood the magnitude of that
night, of Tom’s entrance into her life.
If she fully understood what was going on between them in their silence,
watching each other disappear behind an elevator door. She doesn’t believe she did. She’s unsure if she fully does now. But as she settles further back into the
couch, the words of the movie she is watching fills her ears.
“You don’t have to understand. You just have to have faith,” Sarah says to
Johnathan. “Faith in what,” he
questions. “Faith in destiny.”
Destiny, she smiles. She
likes that word.
She glances back at the bedroom door, thinking briefly of
Adam, the man she has given 15 months of her life to, before her mind shifts
back to Tom … the man who gave her a glimpse of the love she longs for. She knows that only she can control her
destiny and that it’s time for her to take steps to do so. Regardless of how difficult she knows it is
going to be, she realizes that it is time to truly let go of the man who let go
of her long before.
She makes breakfast a couple hours later, setting plates of
scrambled eggs, wheat toast and fruit on the balcony table just as Adam
wakes. He lazily kisses her cheek, the
entire interaction devoid of emotion, before he sits down and starts pouring
himself a glass of orange juice.
She watches him eat for a few moments before she turns her
gaze to the ocean before them. She loves
how the waves sound as they crash against the shore, loves how the fresh
saltwater cleanses her senses. It’s not
lost on her that the entire atmosphere of this beautiful island screams romance
and desire yet she has felt none of that since they arrived. She knows that he hasn’t either.
He finishes his breakfast without her even touching hers and
they both sit in silence as they take in the beautiful Bahamian morning. “We came here to fix things,” she says,
finally, her gentle words sounding more like a sledgehammer as it breaks through
their silence. He moves his gaze to her
but she keeps hers away from him. “We
didn’t fix anything. I don’t know that
either of us even wants to fix things.”
“Taylor,” he starts but she turns to him and holds a finger
up to stop him.
“Please … . just let me say this.” She can feel her tears burning at the edge of
her eyes and she fights to hold them in.
She knows she needs to be strong for these words need to be said.
“I was so impressed with you when we met. Impressed that you didn’t go running at the
mention of my name, that you weren’t scared of what being with me meant.” She removes her eyes from his and, again,
rests them on the ocean in front of her.
“I was at a point in my life where I was convinced no man would ever be
able to deal with my life. I even
understood that. I understood, and still
understand, how difficult it is to have your name constantly in the headlines
and to have false stories created about you simply because I’m your
girlfriend. I loved that this didn’t
scare you.” She takes a deep breath,
contemplating her words, before she continues.
“But I think it scares you now.”
From the corner of her eye, she sees him lower his head, and
she instantly knows that her words are affecting him. “I think, perhaps, we got wrapped up in
things. In the excitement of this new
romance, of how well we meshed together physically and we kind of lost sight of
how a relationship is supposed to work.”
She hears him laugh as he scoffs, “And how is that, Taylor?”
“Like a team,” she states firmly as she glares at him, “you
know that we never worked that way. But
it didn’t matter because I was on tour and gone so much that we didn’t have to
face it. We allowed our relationship to
survive on the excitement of simply seeing each other again after being
separated for a while. And that was ok,
because we loved each other, we loved being with each other.”
As her eyes rest on him, her tears start to spill over and
stream down her face. She quickly wipes
at them before she continues. “I
couldn’t wait to get home to you when I was on tour. I couldn’t wait to see the excitement in your
eyes when she saw me. All I wanted was
to kiss you and hold you and be with you.
You felt like home to me. You
were home to me. You were what I longed
for when I was thousands of miles away.
And you longed for me. I saw it,
I felt it every time we came back together.
It was real.”
He turns his head slightly so that he can see her and she
sees the hint of tears starting to well up in his eyes. It pains her because tears are something she
never saw from him in all of the time they have been together. “It was real,” he repeats as he nods and
quickly wipes at a tear that escapes down his cheek.
“It’s not real anymore,” she says, her voice barely above a
whisper as she fights to keep her tears at bay.
“I don’t know what went wrong.
I’ve analyzed, probably overanalyzed, everything for the past few months
to try to pinpoint the moment when it changed.
But then I realized that there wasn’t a moment. It was just a culmination of many
moments. I was home from the tour. You were so busy in the studio. The pressure you were under was insane. It took me a while to even realize that you
were distancing yourself from me.”
“I didn’t fucking mean to, Taylor,” he says, his voice low
but gruff, “I just didn’t know how to deal with it all. I thought … I told myself … that I
could deal with being labeled as Taylor Swift’s boyfriend. I did deal with that for a long fucking time. But then I started working on this new music
and I start reaching out to all of these people I’ve worked with before and I
start realizing that nobody even fucking knows my name anymore because I’m just
Taylor Swift’s boyfriend.”
“That’s not true,” she says, shaking her head.
“It is fucking true, Taylor.
You know that. It’s the entire
reason you didn’t want your name on that song.
Because you are well aware that your name will always come before
“I didn’t want to overshadow the song.”
“Exactly,” he scoffs as he shakes his hands out in front of
him, “you didn’t want to overshadow the song.
And I thank you for that. For
real, I do. But that’s exactly my point. You knew, you know, that in this industry, I
will never compete with you.”
She shakes her head, “But it’s not a competition, Adam.”
He quiets for a moment and she can tell he is mulling over
his words. “It shouldn’t be. I didn’t think it would be. But then here I am, working on new music,
trying to find this amazing sound, and at every corner I’m having to deal with
the knowledge that my girlfriend is a Grammy winner, my girlfriend writes
amazing lyrics and melodies, my girlfriend is the fucking standard in the music
industry … . how in the hell am I supposed to live up to that?”
She takes in his words, feeling the pit form in her stomach
as she processes them. “So you resent
me? Is that what this is?”
She sees the breath hitch in his chest and he shakes his head
slowly before he looks away from her. “No
… yes.” He lowers his head, still
shaking it slowly as he does. “I don’t
know, Taylor. I didn’t expect it to be
like this. I wasn’t really working on
much when we started dating and you were on tour and yeah, everything felt so
right. I lived for the days when you
were with me. It was like I couldn’t
fucking breathe when you were gone and then you would come storming back into my
life and everything would be new and exciting again for a few days and then you
would leave again. I got twisted up in
that cycle, the highs and the lows of it.
It sounds crazy but it was like a drug, you were a drug, that I couldn’t
get enough of. And it didn’t matter
because I didn’t have anything else that I needed to focus on. I only had to focus on you.”
He leans back in his chair and she watches as he rubs his
hands down his face. “Taylor, I know it
may not sound like it but I’m so very proud of you. I know how fucking hard this industry
is. I know what you have been through,
how you’ve busted your ass to get what you have. And I’m amazed at everything you’ve
accomplished. I mean … . look what
you’ve done and your just 26 years old.
But for one second, just one second, put yourself in my place. And you will see that no matter what I do, no
matter what I bloody accomplish, it’s not going to be enough. I will never live up to your standard.”
She can’t hold back her tears anymore as she listens intently
to his words. She closes her eyes,
pushing the salty liquid over and allowing them to spill down her cheeks
without any attempt to stop them. She
takes in his words, listening to, and even understanding, all that he is
“Why didn’t you just leave,” she asks solemnly, her eyes
stinging as she opens them on him, “why did you drag me along, clinging to some
hope that we could make it. Adam, it’s
been months. You’ve been gone from this
relationship for months. Why didn’t you
“Because I love you,” he says bluntly, throwing his hands up
in the air, “because I may not be in love with you right now but I still
fucking love you. I still think you are
amazing. I still see that you tick boxes
that I didn’t know existed. I’m well
aware that there isn’t another Taylor out there. So I couldn’t leave. Because part of me still clings to some
bloody hope that I will stop feeling this way and start being in love with you
again. But let’s be honest here,
Taylor.” He moves his gaze fully to her,
locking his jaw as he stares for a few moments.
“Let’s not act like I’m the only one who checked out of this
relationship. Because part of the reason
I couldn’t fully let you go was because you were still hanging on. But you’ve changed. You’re not the same person anymore. You let go.”
She looks at him, nodding her head as tears burn hot streams
down her swollen cheeks. He’s right, she
knows that. Two weeks ago, she let
go. Without even truly acknowledging it,
she gave up the fight. When one magical
night, and one extraordinary man, made her realize what she had been missing
and made her feel more alive and more wanted than she ever has in her life.
When Adam no longer felt like home to her.
“You didn’t come here to fix this, Taylor,” he says softly, breaking
her from her thoughts, “you came here to end this … . . And so did I.”
She tries not to watch the tears fall down his cheeks, tries
to ignore the pain she hears loud and clear in his voice. She knows that neither of them ever expected
their relationship to end up like this, for him to resent her because she overshadows
his success; for her to resent him because he’s not the man who consumes her
She glances at him again before lowering her head and rubbing
her hands together in her lap. “We both
deserve to be happy, Adam.” She sees him
nod from the corner of her eye. “And
that’s not going to happen with each other.
We’ve become stagnant. We aren’t
a team, the way we should be. We aren’t
a priority to each other anymore, we just exist in each other’s lives. It’s not right. It’s not fair.”
“I know,” he says softly.
“But I want you to know how unbelievably thankful I am for
you. Because you showed me that I’m not
a lost cause. You showed me that someone
He laughs uncomfortably, “Just not long enough.”
“Long enough for me to realize that I don’t have to be the
crazy cat lady.” Her words elicit
another laugh from him, this one real and meaningful.
They allow the laughter to dissipate between then and then he
turns his head to the side and smiles at her.
She takes not of how genuine it is and she realizes this is the first
genuine smile he’s shown her in months.
“So what do we do now?”
She contemplates his question, keeping her eyes on him as she
bites at her bottom lip. After a few
seconds, she shrugs. “I guess we go
home. And we live.”
“Those are some pretty simple words,” he laughs, “for someone
who writes with the complexity that you do.”
“Live is a simple word but living sure is a complex process.”
He nods, a gentle smile forming on his lips, “that I agree
She sits with him in silence for a few minutes, both trying
to navigate the new territory between them.
She’s been with this man for 15 months and it took 15 minutes for them
to finally admit that it was over. After
a while, she watches him leave, saying that he wanted to get a quick workout in
before they head back to the States. He
stops just before he enters the door, turning and telling her that he hopes
they both find their happiness before he disappears inside.
As her eyes slip away from where he was, she knows that she
They fly home a short time later, discussing plans on how to
release information of their breakup and agreeing to wait a short time before
Tree informs People magazine. Adam then
settles into his seat and places his headset on as she turns her gaze to the
airplane window and watches the passing clouds.
She wonders where he is.
If he is in London, back in the States or maybe elsewhere in the
world. She wonders how often he thinks
of her, briefly wondering if he still thinks of her at all, but quickly
dismisses the thought after a vision of his face appears reminding her of how
broken he was the moment she left him. The
connection she felt with him that night has never weakened and, even without
any words, there is no doubt in her mind that he still feels it too.
The music escaping from Adam’s headset touches her ears and
she turns to look at him once more. She
knows there are going to be difficult waters to navigate soon and she’s unsure
how Adam will respond to it, she’s unsure how anyone will respond to it. She bites at her bottom lip and moves her
gaze back to the passing clouds as she starts to consider how she will approach
the next steps in her life, in the destiny she believes so much in.
Without instigation, her mind goes back to the Tumblr image
that popped onto her phone screen moments after she left Tom in the hotel
Love. Is. Patient.
Love is patient, she smiles to herself, but she knows her destiny
awaits her. Wherever in the world he may
be right now.
Empire of Storms: The Fifth Book In The Throne of Glass Series!!!
First off, let me just say
HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP!!!!! THE TITLE FOR THE 5TH BOOK IN THE THRONE OF GLASS SERIES HAS BEEN RELEASED TODAY I’M SO MOTHERFREAKING EXCITED I’M SCREAMING!!!
There is something I noticed, however that is a little weird. Empire of Storms is only about half the size of Queen of Shadows. It’s 384 pages, guys.
I’m not gonna lie, it worries me just a teenie tiny bit. Just a little. But I have faith in Sarah and although it’s a lot of pressure of her, I know she won’t give us anything less than her all and satisfy our ToG needs.
No but really can we have some bigass Larrie meet-up somewhere in the world? It'll be like those company holidays. I mean.... We're technically our own corporation anyway soooo... Then Larry can fly in and we all dance and hold hands and eat rainbow cupcakes.