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anonymous asked:

Okay I don't know if anyone has commented on this before but I was just reading someone else's theories and they brought up the meaning of Feyre's name and how it is from an old fae dialect. Now, out of the context of the book, Fayre is an actual old English name meaning fair one/ beautiful (I spend a lot of time on baby naming sites/ looking up old medieval names). Do you think SJM's variation would have a similar meaning for the fae then, or just another sly nod to Beauty and the Beast?

So I 100% believe that the meaning of the name is a nod to the various fairytales in the spectrum of mode of Beauty and the Beast. 

BUT I also 100% believe that it means something within the context of the book. Because both Amarantha and the Bone Carver turn over Feyre’s name and think about it. I think Amarantha even actually says it’s an old name. 

Layers. The name has layers. 

And when the Bone Carver says it, he’s like “Fey-ruh” and pulls the beginning out. 

And just as a general FYI “fey” is an actual word. It’s an adjective that means:

giving an impression of vague unworldliness: his mother was a strange, fey woman.

• having supernatural powers of clairvoyance.

chiefly Scottish fated to die or at the point of death: now he is fey, he sees his own death, and I see it too.

Now all of these meanings can be applied to the name, right? And some of them sit canonically. Feyre is a bit clairvoyant. She sees several things before they happen in the story. She is kind of unworldly isn’t she—being of all seven courts? And the Scottish meaning “fated to die” well. She did die, didn’t she. And I’m going to NOT make a reference to @sparkleywonderful‘s theory that she might die again/be unmade. Because it hurts me and I refuse to even entertain that shit.

So, layers. The name has layers. As do most things with Maas. And this is why I sometimes get annoyed with people so knock others in the fandom for coming up with theories (even if they’re off the wall and ridiculous—I’ve written a few. LOL). Because Maas does layer things on purpose. Somethings can totally be coincidence, but they’re also informed by tropes, and common narratives, and embodied experiences with the visual world etc. that all inform stories and storytelling.

we’ve been on this contract for several years, I spend at least six hours a day on the Internet and in all that time two sites have come up blocked by these settings. one was about penazzling and the other one is AO-fucking-3.


and the irony that I’m on tumblr complaining about this. tumblr is the first thing I’d block if I were actually looking to protect innocent eyes. I’m fucking haunted by some of the stuff I’ve seen on here.

holy mother of fuck 

let dan and phil make money without complaining 2k17

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Finally reopening commissions for the new year! Trying to keep things simple, this time around. I’ll start with 5 slots for now, and we’ll see how things go…

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First of all, I’d like to thank all the nice comments I received about my video! I’m happy a lot of people liked it or had a good laugh at the memes I dropped in. 

1. anon: Thank you so much!! I’m really glad you enjoyed it And I’m extremely flattered you watched it so many times. Makes it all worth it ;v; <3

2. @shadowtrmn8r : omg Pharmercy musical. Thank you so much! Yes welcome aboard the Somb.Va ship B)

3. @actualasamisato : I’m glad she’s both or this animation would’ve been awkward. Also thank you for supporting me on Patreon! I appreciate it <3

4. anon2: Thank you, anon! And Happy New Year to you too :)

fast food and five dollar wine

Written as part of the Clexa Valentine exchange as a gift for  @dreamersdeservebetter.

Summary: Both single on Valentine’s Day, best friends Clarke and Lexa decide to be each other’s date as part of a joke that stops being funny when they wake up next to each other the following morning.

Read on AO3.

It turns out to be impossible to find a table in a restaurant on Valentine’s Day without booking.

It turns out that it doesn’t even matter.

“If only all first dates were as cheap as you.”

The look that Clarke receives in response to her teasing comment is a smouldering glare, accompanied by a single fry that soars through the air and collides with the side of Clarke’s face. On any other occasion, Clarke would grow pale at the thought of having food thrown at her face on a first date, but this is not a typical first date in more ways than one.

The most glaringly obvious difference is that Clarke’s date for the evening is Lexa, who is completely off-limits even if Clarke was interested in ruining the best-friend-slash-roommate thing that they’ve had going for the last couple of years. This is not the usual first date full of nerves and painful smalltalk, this is two incredibly single best friends who have decided to be each other’s date for the evening in a reminder that you don’t need to have a significant other to have fun on Valentine’s Day.

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I am fucking convinced that people just WANT to hate Andromeda.  I am sick of this fervor of steaming hatred that I can only guess is left over ME:3 ending piss and moan wafting through the internet ages to fuel this crap today.

This is a video game.  It is incorporeal.  It only exists due to science, hard work, engineering, talent, and tenacity.  If it doesn’t fucking meet your standards, don’t fucking buy it.  But leave me and my friends alone for forever and always and go jack off to The Witcher 3 like you did 3 fucking years ago when you sang this song about Dragon Age Inquisition. 

Hey, y’all! Because Thanksgiving is rolling around, and because I hit 8k a little bit back–something I never expected to happen when I started this blog up a little under a year and a half ago–I’ve decided to do a small follow forever to thank the wonderful people I’ve interacted with or gotten quality content from on this site! Thank you all for supporting this blog and for being awesome people, and here’s to more suffering Tokyo Ghoul! 

Here’s a small mix of TG blogs, graphics/GIF makers, artists, and overall just good content providers–they all make for a great Tumblr experience!

Thanks again, and happy Thanksgiving to those celebrating it!


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@pireri / @plisetskey / @plisetsking / @plisetsukih / @preciousghouls@rohaankishibe / @saikogasm / @shirokaneki / @soicanhaveanyusernameiwant@snarky-gourmet / @sunlitfuruta / @the-one-eyed-goat / @tinyghoulproblem / @tsukiayma 

my constant headache
is a rose bush with flowers hanging so heavy
that the thorns dip into my lungs,
and drip blood out my nose
as dew on quivering leaves.
as i call out to you,
i spit red petals through cracking lips,
and you pluck them out one by one,
“he loves me, he loves me not”.
always hoping for the odd number of petals, and on 43 you stop.
swiftly, one last petal falls from my forehead,
resting like a soft sigh
as I wind cotton above my eyes.