*Rowan, Fenrys and Lorcan howling with laughter* Aelin: what are you fae bastards laughing at? Lysandra:*sitting down sipping her tea* I told Aedion to spend some quality time with his father *Aelin stares out the window*
The real problem people have with Aelin’s attitude throughout TOG (imho) is the fact that she owns what she is. She’s smart and strategic and carries a lot of burdens and is beautiful, and she never tries to diminish herself or act like she is less, in order to make other people feel better about themselves. And that’s what people don’t like to see.
We don’t want to see a pretty girl who knows she is pretty.
We don’t want to see a smart girl who knows she is smart.
Those things bother people. And honestly, why. Why do we want people to feel like shit about themselves. Or at the very least, why is it that others need to be the ones to validate us and say “why yes, indeed, you are actually smart, you may think that of yourself now”. That’s so effed.
In conclusion, anyone who would want to put someone else down (real or fictional) for recognizing their own strength and not minimizing it or downplaying it, can screw right off.
(And sure you can have other reasons for disliking her, whatever, but a character having confidence in themselves should not be a reason to dislike them. Especially when that can spill over into the real world and suddenly we are shaming real women for feeling good about themselves, for whatever reason.)
Can we just entertain the idea that there is spider silk in Prythian somewhere for a second? And think about the Inner Circle finding it and using it to mend Cassian’s wings? And Cassian would be elated to have his wings back and he would totally own his fabulous glittery wings because he is secure enough in his masculinity and doesn’t mind some glitter and tbh he is so relieved to have his wings back that he wouldn’t care if they were bright pink and fluffy. Nesta, however, would find them absolutely ridiculous and would keep pointing it out and Cassian would not even blink like ‘you seem to be paying an awful lot of attention to my wings, sweetheart. Is it the impressive wingspan that’s caught your eye?’
YES I’M JUST PROCRASTINATING WORK #sorrynotsorry have fun with these as well ;)
1) Your FIRST letter of your FIRST name.
A B C D - Aelin E F G - Rowan
H I J - Chaol K L M - Dorian N O P - Manon
Q R S - Lysandra T U V - Elide W X - Aedion Y Z - Maeve
2) Your LAST letter of your LAST name.
A B C D - wants to
E F G H - likes to
I J K L - loves to
M N O P - needs to
Q R S T U - refuses to
V W X Y Z - hates to
3) Your SECOND letter of your FIRST name.
A B - play doctor C D - kill people
E F - have sex G H - fight I J - make out K L - dance M N - go shopping O P - cry about their feelings Q R - watch their enemies suffer S T U - get drunk V W X - flirt Y Z - be dom
4) Your SECOND letter of your LAST name.
A B - with Rowan C D - with Dorian D E - with Manon F G - with Asterin H I - with Abraxos I J - with Erawan K L - with Chaol M N - with Sam O P - with Aelin Q R - with Cairn S T - with Lorcan U V - with Lysandra W X - with Maeve Y Z - with Elide
*** Mine is “Dorian refuses to have sex with Rowan”
I love how Cassian calls Nesta ‘sweetheart’ only once - and not even in the actual ACOMAF book, but in Wings and Embers - and the fandom is so obsessed with it that you find it in every single Nessian fanfiction and in every headcanon and the entire fandom has just accepted the idea that Cass calls Nesta sweetheart literally all tHE TIME
Sam Cortland watching over Celaena and seeing her visit his grave. insp / some direct quotes from Queen of Shadows
Seeing her dressed in that tunic of spring grass he knows, knows what it means for them, who were clothed far too often in black, in death, to dress in a color so full of life. So full of life, she is now, and his heart aches with the happiness of that realization. She burns with it.
He watches her place the stones, three of them, and they sparkle in the sunlight against the grass.
She whispers then, “Hello, Sam.”
He wants to reach out from the Afterworld and grasp her and never let go.
“I miss you. Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me.”
His lips form the prayer that she is wondrous, he loves her.
“I think-I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me.”
His tears fall down his cheeks that she used to cup in her hands. They dance down across his lips that miss hers against them. He tastes salt, but he still smells lavender soap.
“I never told you-how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you.”
I love you, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, it’s the ultimate truth to him in this moment.
“Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I’ll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I’ll know for sure. But until then … until then I’ll miss you, and I’ll wish you were here.”
I’m waiting, I’m here. His words are lost to her, he knows. He misses her too, but he does not wish her here. Watching her rattle the stars and find herself, he never knew the depth of her strength or the amount of fire in her heart.
He watches the warrior approach behind her, and his heart’s ache lessens because she isn’t alone anymore.