ladies under the mountain


Amren: These blood rubies are the best paper weights

Cassian: *probably brings in some sort of stray cat smiling idiotically* OH MA GOSH GUYS LOOK

Mor: *singing counting stars while dancing frantically* LATELY I’VE BEEN I’VE BEEN LOSING SLEEP, DREAMING ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE COULD BE

Azriel: *plays pattycake with his shadows before Mor eventually joins*

//yep, definitely sadistic killers

Tamlin/Gaston parallels

Ok…. I was rewatching Beauty and the Beast and I found incredibly fitting parallels between Gaston and Tamlin. Here the scenes that made me think of ACOMAF:


“You’re going to be a High Lord’s wife,” Rhys said. “You’ll be expected to maintain your own correspondences, perhaps even give a speech or two. And the Cauldron knows what else he and Ianthe will deem appropriate for you. Make menus for dinner parties, write thank-you letters for all those wedding gifts, embroider sweet phrases on pillows … It’s a necessary skill.”

Chapter 6


“I’m sure there are things to help with around the house. Or you could paint. Try out that new set I gave for you for Winter Solstice.”

There was nothing but wedding planning waiting for me in the house, since Alis refused to let me lift a finger to do anything. Not because of who I was to Tamlin, what I was about to become to Tamlin …

Chapter 2


Save me—please, save me. Get me out. End this. 

Tamlin took a step toward me—concern shading those eyes. I retreated a step. No. Tamlin’s mouth tightened. The crowd murmured. Silk streamers laden with globes of gold faelight twinkled into life above and around us. 

Ianthe said smoothly, “Come, Bride, and be joined with your true love. Come, Bride, and let good triumph at last.” 

Good. I was not good. I was nothing, and my soul, my eternal soul, was damned— I tried to get my traitorous lungs to draw air so I could voice the word. No—no. 

Chapter 4


Tamlin’s face contorted with wrath. “They’re monsters. They’re—” He didn’t finish as he stalked across the floor to grab me. To drag me out of here, then no doubt winnow away.

Chapter 64


Tamlin snarled at him, “I don’t give a shit if she’s your mate. I don’t give a shit if you think you’re entitled to her. She is mine—”

Chapter 66


Best “New-To-Me” Films - 2015 

(excluding new releases, in alphabetical order)

  • Braking the Waves (1996, dir. Lars von Trier)
  • Enter the Void (2009, dir. Gaspar Noé)
  • Fallen Angels (1995, dir. Wong Kar-wai)
  • Fish Tank (2009, dir. Andrea Arnold)
  • The Holy Mountain (1973, dir. Alejandro Jodorowsky)
  • Me and You and Everyone We Know (2005, dir. Miranda July)
  • Paris, Texas (1984, dir. Wim Wenders)
  • Safe (1995, dir. Todd Haynes)
  • Sympathy for Lady Vengeance (2005, dir. Park Chan-wook)
  • A Woman Under the Influence (1974, dir. John Cassavetes)

I was rereading acotar and I realised how much they both were broken under the mountain. There are lots of other parts of the book where he’s a tool but this moment is so sad because after he lost this part of him he became a monster to Feyre.

High Lady Of The Night Court

You know what I want, I want the slow demise of Tamlin. Not the death of him, no I want his downfall. I want Feyre to take all that Tamlin has and tear it to the ground. I want Feyre to work with Lucien to get him and Elain back togeather. For Tam to loose his best friend. Then I want Feyre to become the love of all of the Spring court, to take Tamlin’s subjects and turn them against him. Then I want her to burn his family’s home, to burn all of the memories he had there, with his loved ones, with Feyre. I want his demise not his death because I want him to see the High Lady of the Night Court in all her glory, to see how he hurt her but she rose above it. I don’t want it like that to hurt Tamlin (though that’s nice) I want it for Feyre, because she deserves it.


There was such a great and terrible beauty to this moment. That Feyre at last speaks of Under the Mountain (Albeit the fact she needed to do so in order to gain information) and is able to confess how broken she had become. I feel that this was the moment that she began healing. At last she admitted out loud to her brokenness, guilt, and the extent of her grief. Even though she needed to give information to receive info she still chose to say this; she could have refused or left, but instead she chose to purge that troubles that had plagued her since Under the Mountain. *on a completely different side note: poor poor Rhys. I can’t imagine the guilt and pain he feels regarding this! Also he loves her so desperately but cannot truly comfort his mate in this moment- side note over*

Bravo @sjmaas for depicting how healing it is for someone to talk about suffering and brokenness!

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A Court of Shadows and Iron

A Court of Shadows and Iron

A retelling of the events of ACOTAR and ACOMAF, with Rhys the hunter, Feyre the High Lady of the Night Court, and Tamlin the ruler Under the Mountain.

Chapter 1

               The snow scattered in the air. No sound came from these shivering droplets, or from anything else inside this frozen forest. None save the grumbling in my belly. I cursed myself for not being able to bring anything back to the cabin. It was dead winter, and the sheer cold of this year was the harshest of my life. Azriel ran out of hide to mend into clothing two weeks ago, and Cassian ran out of work from the village. Food had run out three days ago. One day more, and who knows how much longer we’d live.

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captaintauriel replied to your post “no but dwarves in alliances with men, and someone says ‘get the women…”

“Dwalin might have said that they were hiding behind their mother’s skirts, were he a Man. But the analogy didn’t fit for Dwarves–Dwarf women tended to be armed to the teeth at all times, and so hiding behind your mother was likely the safest place-

god terrifying dwarf mamas are so great

so i was rewatching the hobbit, and the bit where they’re saying that oin has read the portents etc (specifically the ‘as it was foretold’ line) got me thinking
oh my god a family of dwarf lady soothsayers. giving these bizarre prophecies hundreds of years in advance and being largely written off and laughed out of court when they try to tell the kings until ‘wait fuck didn’t that psychic say something about birds and a beast and erebor like five hundred years before???’ and they just kind of fake it the rest of the time; telling fortunes and drinking a lot (because insane nightmares obviously come with the territory) and passing their skills (because it’s a skill, and don’t you dare suggest otherwise) on down to their daughters and being eternally mildly put out with royalty and heroes and anyone who thinks they can change the fate of the world.
just. god. prophets are my favorites. and dwarf prophets even more so how had i not thought about this before???

madamefaust  asked:

Dis please, queen of the lady dwarves.

  • is totally thorin’s creepy not-twin. they look like, eerily similar, particularly with their beards kept short, which they both do. people get them confused if they don’t know them properly, and dís, being who she is, will totally just roll with it. (actually she’s gone to particularly sensitive political things in his place before when it was agreed that thorin would probably offend someone) (also she just thinks it’s super hilarious to confuse people sometimes.)
  • she fought at azanulbizar with her brothers, even though she was expressly told by her grandfather, father, and by thorin that she wouldn’t be allowed. they all believed she was too young (which was completely ridic, given that she was older than daín and no one was debating his right to be there) and that they couldn’t risk the entire line. but seriously? there was no way she was letting them go without her, not when literally everyone she loved was going, so she just quietly slipped into the ranks of soldiers and stayed near her family as best as she could. thorin didn’t actually know she was there until it was all over and he found her, still guarding frerin’s body.
  • she was almost entirely responsible for her sons’ education. she took it upon herself to teach them almost everything, because there wasn’t really anyone she trusted around consistently, and she didn’t want them not learning things well. so for the first like, seventy years of her boys’ lives, she was the world’s busiest dwarf, working in the forge with thorin (and for thorin, and as thorin more than once), keeping her house up and her boys fed and clothes, halfway leading a bunch of bizarre wandering dwarves, trying to maintain a reasonable social life, and teaching fíli and kíli most all of the subjects they would have learned from a proper teacher. (as well as significantly better fighting skills than they ever would have gotten, and how to properly prank their grumpy uncle thorin) occasionally when balin and dwalin were around, they would help out with some things, and thorin was semi-involved, but mostly it was her thing. and when anyone else was teaching them anything they totally had to okay it through her first.