“They had you wrapped up like a present yesterday. Like you were his reward.”
Remember Feyre’s response? “So?”
Remember how angry Rhys was at the response? I can agree with him.
Because Feyre was so sick that she honestly didn’t care that Tamlin practically owned her. She didn’t care that she was his goddamn REWARD, as if he had done some heroic thing. As if he hadn’t sat and watched while Feyre faced trials and was dying in the dungeons. She hated herself so much and was so reliant on Tamlin and Ianthe that Tamlin could’ve hit her and raped her and done whatever else to her, and she probably would have fought back the first few times, but would stop fighting after a while.
So some people say there’s nothing wrong with her response. I say that EVERYTHING was wrong with her response.
And you know what? Here’s another reason I love Rhysand: he brought back that fight in her. Even the first time she came to the Night Court, she fought him because she loathed him. She gained her power back slowly because he helped her realize she never lost it in the first place. And when she grew to like him, that fight didn’t fade. In fact, it thrived. She healed because Rhys helped her understand she was sick. And when she wasn’t sick anymore, and was able to see that she’d been wrong, he stayed with her. Bonded with her. Loved her. Tamlin hated the fight in Feyre and wanted to stop it; Rhys embraced that flame and fanned it to make it grow.
And you know what? If Feyre looked back now and remembered saying “So?” in response to Rhys’ observation, I’m sure she’d be horrified about it.
Her strength is the most imspiring thing in the whole ACOTAR series to me. Yes, the whole “Court of Dreams” thing is wonderful, and having friends as amazing as the Inner Circle is cool, too, but nothing is as awesome (and I mean “awesome” in the old way, not the new) as seeing Feyre overcome her demons, love herself, and become such a strong figure. I aspire to be like her one day. So thank you, Sarah J. Maas, because you did more for me through your stories than most ever would’ve bothered to in real life.
“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” - Alice Walker
I am learning how to function without the weight of you over me like a
I am learning to watch my favorite films without thinking about how many times you’ve loved it more than me
I’m listening to my favorite genre
without remembering you introducing me,
My coffee is strong and black and even the way it drips reminds me you are drinking the same every morning.
Somehow it is a reminder that every time you called my lips perfect just to kiss them you were writing poems about someone else’s
The coffee stains my lips the same way your words did,
A constant reminder,
You go to my favorite record store,
You buy clothes at the same thrift shops I go to twice a month
It’s a miracle we never run into one another
I’m forgetting how the sound of your guitar was my guide and I’m
forgetting the sound of your voice,
How it could bring me back in a second.
I don’t look down in the shower when I can help it because my own body is a reminder
The rain is a reminder
Everything that was once about you I need to rewrite and
I must rewire my brain to not think of your eyes when the clouds part in winter
I always ask myself
How many ways can you phrase the same song?
Why am I writing this if its not about you?
My feet can’t
always find their place, My knees wobble,
thighs shake. There’s a
tricky balance in my life, But it is a
gentle, sturdy sway.
If you come
in, lean against me, Offer a
place to rest my weight — Wait until I’ve
shifted into you — Before
ripping yourself away, Then
suddenly gravity will be the only force Where once
you stood. I’m
going to wobble Though, many would come crashing down.
forgive me If I won’t take
the shaky hand you offer; It seems a
poor structure to trust.
Give me but a moment, It’s a quick and violent correction, But I can stand just fine on my own.
I’ve learned to take a step back & stop trying to understand all the ‘whys’ & ‘how comes’ that go along with this world & this life. I’ve learned that sometimes you really have to say ‘FUCK IT’ & just LIVE IT.
Chapters: 1/55 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier, Jimmy Price, Matthew Brown (Hannibal) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Alpha/Omega, Romance, Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Angst, Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Hannibal is Not a Cannibal, Empath Will Graham, Sassy Will, Will Graham Helps Himself, Past Infidelity, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Podfic Summary:
A Victorian A/B/O romance in which Hannibal Lecter is the future Duke of Westvale who has been away at war for the past ten years. His Grandfather has made good on a contract made shortly after Hannibal’s birth to procure him a wife. It was supposed to be easy. Naturally, with the Omega, Will, given in the place of his twin sister, it is anything but, because if there is one thing Hannibal Lecter despises, it’s Omegas.
You’re never too broken to not be used by God. You’re never too dirty to be loved by God. You’ll never make enough mistakes to make God turn His back on you.
You are not powerful enough to ruin God’s plans for you.
It’s never too late to offer God your heart (even if it’s beating a little slower than you’d like it to.)
If you are breathing you have a purpose. There is someone out there who needs to hear the words you have to speak. There is someone out there who needs that hug you have to give. There is someone out there who needs to see your scars.
There is someone out there who needs you, plain and simple.
You have been given a life for a reason: you were knitted together for a purpose.
Even the darkest nights turn into morning. Don’t let your pain overshadow your future.
Perhaps you were created for such a time as this. Esther 4:14
Don’t let your fear hold you captive. Don’t let your shame chain you. Don’t let your shame fool you. Don’t let your guilt trap you. Don’t let your doubt control you.
Tell your demons to get lost. You have work to do.
I don’t want to cover my tracks
And I don’t want you or anyone trying to cover them for me
I want to see every step I’ve taken
Every print I’ve made
Since first stepping foot on this path
That has led me to where I am now
Because now is spectacular
And I am wondrous.