“How could you do this?”

“I’m a terrible person?”

“No - I mean, well, yes, probably - but I meant literally how. What were your calculations? This is incredible.”

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Might use this for my writing. ;) my warrior, my artist and my scientist.

Just kinda wanna be braless and eat fruit in peace tbh

So did Eve and look where that got her

I don’t know about you, but there are days when I could go for being braless, eating fruit and bringing about the downfall of man. 

Reblog if all you want to do is be braless and eat fruit and bring about the downfall of man.

@heikala_art

Awesome

Guys,

My dudes,

What… What if the Inner Circle all went back to the cabin on the mountain… And they saw Feyre’s beautiful paintings and then looked to the table and saw Feyre’s body outline and Rhys’s hand prints by her head.

Cassian needed a break, it had been a year since the war. One would think that peace would be the easy part, but it was not. Meeting, after meeting, after another pointless meeting. An idea crept into him, it had been over fifty years since he had been to that cabin. Perched on top of a low mountain range, it was a perfect retreat for solitude. He packed his bag, not remembering what provisions had been left in the family’s mountain retreat. 

Azriel was exhausted. They had just finish another meeting to broker the treaty. With the summer months, there would be a break since it was the primary growing season for the humans. Fields and livestock needed tending. He needed silence and knew just the place. 

Mor was tired, it was the perfect weekend to sneak away for another quiet weekend spent reading in the cabin. She chuckled, it was once the place they were sent for punishment. She know wondered if they were sent a hidden gift. That when the strain of running the courts hit, that there was a retreat away from madness. 

Amren had a plan. A weekend away from all the busybodies, just her and Varian at the Cabin. 

Feyre was looking forward to the break. She had planned a weekend for sisterly bonding time. With all their bags packed, Rhys waited in the foyer, waiting to winnow them all to the Cabin. There was a smirk on his face, the one she knew meant that he was hiding something. 

Cassian paused before he opened the cabin door. The realization of how much had changed had hit him. Here, this place, seemed like it was a time capsule, untouched for the fifty years he was tied to Velaris. He opened the door and dropped his bag. He chuckled to himself wondering if there was not a part of his life that his High Lady had not touched? The cabin had been cozy, but with her paintings she had brightened the place, just as she had brightened his brother’s soul. 

Azriel was miles out when his shadows whispered. Leave it to Cassian to crash his plans. He sent an invitation to his brother in hopes to rekindle a long standing tradition. 

Mor grumbled as she looked at the cabin lit with the familiar lights. Please don;t let them be having sex. Please. Please. Please do not be having sex on the table. Cauldron damn her, she really need to remember to winnow a new table with her next time. She walked in on her friends studying said table. 

“I really do not understand this piece? It looks like a…umm.”

Mor snorted, “You know when I do not understand a piece of art, I try viewing it from different angles.” She watched them and almost jumped when Amren asked, “What are those idiots doing?”

“They’re trying to understand the underlying message of Feyre’s abstract art.”

Feyre did not know if she should be mortified or laugh when she saw her family staring at the table. 

She chose laughter as she watched Cassian’s face lighten with realization and his mouth gaping. 

Rhys chuckled looking amongst his family, “It appears that we may need to remodel.”

Cassian snorted, “I get to pick the new dining room table.”

THIS IS THE BEST

Words can not express how much I love this!!

Velaris (Part 2): Nineteen Years Trapped

Series Summary: “Protect Velaris. Protect each other. I love you all.” With Rhys’ final words, the shields around Velaris rise, trapping the Inner Circle inside for fifty years. This series follows Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren as they struggle to adapt and fulfill Rhys’ final request.

Part 1: Four Years Trapped

Tagging: @aelin-and-feyre​, @hellosparkyislove​, @illyrianinterrasen​, @my-ships-will-never-be-sank​, @wolffrising​, @whydoyoucareaboutmyusername​, @songbirdsbooks

My Other Ficlettes: An Elucien Epilogue || What Rises from the Ashes || Alone in the Townhouse (NSFW Nessian) || Alone in the Garden (NSFW Elucien)|| Nessian: The Mating (NSFW Nessian) || Nessian The Mating: Part 1, The Wedding || Nessian The Mating: Part 2, The Cabin (NSFW) || The Poison in the Wound  || A Cure for Nightmares (NSFW Manorian)

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Oh no!!! There goes my heart!!

Things I excel at:

Scrapping 15 pages of work the same night I’m posting said work.

haha… ha…

… … … …

*furiously begins typing “Velaris 2″ again from scratch*

...I’m pretty sure that it was perfect. But damn girl you go honey!!

Velaris (Part 1): Four Years Trapped

Summary: “Protect Velaris. Protect each other. I love you all.” With Rhys’ final words, the shields around Velaris rise, trapping the Inner Circle inside for fifty years. This series follows Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren as they struggle to adapt and fulfill Rhys’ final request.

Tagging: @aelin-and-feyre​, @hellosparkyislove​, @illyrianinterrasen​, @my-ships-will-never-be-sank​, @wolffrising​, @whydoyoucareaboutmyusername​

My Other Ficlettes: An Elucien Epilogue || What Rises from the Ashes || Alone in the Townhouse (NSFW Nessian) || Alone in the Garden (NSFW Elucien)|| Nessian: The Mating (NSFW Nessian) || Nessian The Mating: Part 1, The Wedding || Nessian The Mating: Part 2, The Cabin (NSFW) || The Poison in the Wound  || A Cure for Nightmares (NSFW Manorian)

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If you haven’t read this yet. You do it. Now. Lol! Best thing I have read. I doubt Rhys had any idea what this time did to his family. I’m glad we are going to see part of it.

FEYSANND

OMG this is so absolutely, overwhelmingly amazing!!

This is probably the most fantastic thing I have seen all day!!

Reasons why Desmond Flynn is the most perfect guy

Warning: Rhapsodic spoilers 

Feel free to add on… 

This list is very long Aaaaaaaannnddd I approve of all of the above 😜

a little manorian au

“Damn it,” Manon yelled.

She was already running late for Asterin’s bachelorette party and now this road construction. Stopped behind a minivan, she lowered her window and leaned out. She swore again when she saw the long line of cars in front of her.

After a quick text to her cousin saying she’d be late, Manon settled back in her seat. Movement caught her eye and she glanced in her rear view mirror.

Holy. Shit.

Manon whipped around to watch a sapphire blue Mercedes GT S come to a stop behind her.

As her eyes ran across the incredible lines of the grill, up along the hood… she froze. Then spun back in her seat.

The man behind the wheel had been watching her with one hell of a smirk on his face.

Keeping her head facing straight forward, Manon looked in the mirror. Even from this distance she could tell that his eyes matched his car color. And with that black hair… unbuttoned shirt, tie undone…

Maybe getting stuck in construction isn’t such a bad thing after all, she thought, unable to look away. Or keep a smile from her face.

His head was down, probably on his phone while they were stopped.

Manon finally forced her gaze away to find brake lights ahead of her. Cars were starting to move.

“Damn it!”

Her phone buzzed and she grabbed it, expecting a reply from Asterin. But instead there was an airdrop request.

Dorian Havilliard would like to share a note

That name sounded vaguely familiar. But she couldn’t remember where she’d heard it. Frowning, she hit accept.

To the woman staring at me from the old car. Hope this is you.

A phone number followed.

Her first thought was Old car?! What the hell?

Her second thought was Oh my god.

Manon wasn’t quite breathing as she slowly looked up into the mirror. Instead of the smirk, she was met by a genuine, albeit nervous, smile.

Holy shit.

Dorian did not normally do things like this. As soon as he sent the note he regretted it.

What woman would not think a guy who did this was a creep?

He sighed with relief as the cars ahead of them began to move. Once they were back to two lanes he could pass her and never think about what an idiot he had been.

Who the hell was he kidding. He wasn’t going to forget her anytime soon. Or how much he’d screwed this up.

“Damn it.”

When he’d pulled up behind her red Isuzu Trooper, he’d been admiring its good condition, despite its age. But then he caught a glimpse of her and the car was forgotten.

Long white hair pulled back in a loose braid. Bright golden eyes outlined in black coal. Full lips that matched the deep red of her car.

He could see her still watching him in her rear view mirror. And - good news! - she didn’t look totally freaked out. But then her attention moved back to the task at hand and she was slowly inching away from him.

Dorian put his car into gear, let out the clutch… and stalled it. The sudden lurch forward had her turning around to watch him. 

What the hell, he thought. This can’t get much worse. Instead of sinking down in his seat or covering his face from embarrassment, Dorian simply smiled and shrugged. He knew he was blushing badly. But her laugh was worth it, even if he couldn’t hear it. Just the way she was looking at him had his heart pounding.

A minute or two later and they reached the end of the construction zone. She held up her phone, gave a noncommittal shrug, and then she was on her way. She turned off onto a side street before he could pass her. And just like that, she was gone.

Still hung over from last night’s party, Manon did not feel like schmoozing with family and guests at the rehearsal dinner. But as the maid of honor, she didn’t have a choice. As she watched Asterin move around the room laughing and smiling, Manon wondered how she managed it. She’d had more to drink than anyone last night and yet here she was.

Waving to her cousin, she kept to the wall as she made her way to the main table. All the other Blackbeak cousins were there, with their boyfriends and girlfriends and spouses. Manon closed her eyes and sighed knowing she’d have to endure the third degree from their grandmother.

Manon, you’re the only one without a significant other. Why is that? You’re not getting any younger. You need to settle down and start a family.

Her blood boiled at the thought of having to sit there and listen to that all night. Despite having just arrived, she headed for the restaurant’s back exit for some fresh air.

Leaning against the side of the building, she thought back to the incident the day before. Well, it wasn’t an incident. Nothing bad had happened. And though she’d been a little wary of the brash way that guy had given her his number, his demeanor didn’t strike her as dangerous.

She hadn’t told anyone else about what had happened. Either they’d think he was a creep and make her feel bad for wanting to reply, or they’d push and push until she did it. Both scenarios left her the subject of family gossip, something that happened too much anyway.

And she did want to reply. His reaction to fucking up his shifting had sealed the deal. But she hadn’t had time to think of the perfect text.

Now’s a good time, she thought, looking absently out across the parking lot. Nice excuse to avoid...

Her mind stopped as her eyes landed on a bright blue Mercedes in the back corner of the lot.

Holy shit.

“Hey. Red Trooper right?”

Manon turned to see him coming out the door she’d used. He looked as good as she remembered. And his voice… It was freezing out here but she felt a sudden heat wash over her.

When his smile faltered, she realized she hadn’t said anything. With a grin she replied, “Yeah. Blue Mercedes.” His face lit up and he nodded. “If you’re interested, I might know someone who could give you lessons on driving stick.”

When he’d seen her walk into the restaurant everything had stopped around him. He heard no sound, saw no other people. Only her. In a tight black dress that hugged every curve. Her hair falling loose down her back.

Fingers were snapping in his face. “Excuse me. Dorian?”

His eyes focused back on Fenrys. “What? I missed what you said.”

The groom laughed as he looked back and forth between Dorian and the woman. “She’s the maid of honor. Paired up with Connall for the ceremony. I can introduce you if…”

Dorian wasn’t listening as he followed her movements through the crowded room. She waved to the bride then disappeared out a back door.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll catch up later.” He patted Fenrys on the shoulder and walked away.

It took what felt like forever to get through all the bride’s cousins to reach the door. The second-guessing didn’t hit until he was outside. But seeing her up close, being able to speak to her… his self-doubt disappeared.

“Hey. Red Trooper right?”

Her reaction, a wide-eyed stare, was not quite what he’d expected. His worry came roaring back and he was about to apologize and go back inside when she smiled.

“Yeah. Blue Mercedes.” She cocked an eyebrow. “If you’re interested, I might know someone who could give you lessons on driving stick.”

Dorian’s face turned hot and red but he laughed. “Yes, well. I happened to be very distracted at the time. But I’d be happy to get extra lessons if you’re offering.”

Her answering smirk sent his blood racing. “I was thinking of hooking you up with my mechanic. But I could probably show you a thing or two.”

He let out a low laugh. Their eyes were locked together, like nothing else existed.

“I’m Dorian by the way.” He held out his hand. “I’m one of the groomsmen.”

Her eyebrows raised and she shook her head with a laugh. “Ah, I thought your name sounded familiar. I’m Manon. Cousin of the bride.”

She took his hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you.”

“I suppose we should get back inside,” she said, then didn’t move an inch.

“Yeah. You probably have to give a speech or something,” he said, still holding her hand.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh shit, don’t remind me. It’s tomorrow actually. But speeches are not my strong suit.”

As they turned to go back inside, Dorian said, “How does this sound. As soon as dinner is over, we get out of here. You can show me the proper way to drive my car, and I’ll help you with the speech. Deal?”

Manon smiled and said, “Deal.”

@propshophannah​ and @itach-i​ ask and you shall receive (just this once)

I AM LIVING FOR THIS FIC!!! BUUUUUT I NEED THE NEXT PART. YOU KNOW. WHERE SHE SHOWS HIM HOW SHE DRIVES STICK!!! DONT. LET. ME. DOWN.

How flicking romantic is this shit right here! *ugh flings self across bed Disney princess style*

I love this by the way.

I think I blacked out recording this……. did I really share more of my unpopular opinions? I think I mentioned Shrek at one point? I burped like four times? I literally said I wanted Fenrys inside of me? Am I okay?

I made these questions for a new SJM accent challenge! Hope you enjoy even though mine was really freaking weird.

I TAG LITERALLY EVERYONE. I should probably tag actual people though… I always feel uncomfortable tagging people but anyways here we go. 

@cassiancalore @highlady-casandra @illyrian-high-lord @fiery-feyre @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks @songbirdsbooks @feysandsmut @propshophannah @rowanismybae @sparkleywonderful @thatbitchydonutcollector @raconteurwitch @ablackbirdsinging @readinglikewildfire @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @seeliequeenofprythian

But seriously anyone else who wants to do this, I have tagged you. Do it. Doooo ittttt.

1. Omg your burp maybe made me love you more than anything 2. “Excuse the fuck out of me” 😂😂 3. “He’s got so many lay-… Oh fuck Shrek” 4. I WANT FENRYS INSIDE ME TOO FRIEND!!

@rowan-buzzard-whitethorn I’m such a wreck but at least it’s kind of entertaining 😂😂😂😂😂

IM SAVING THIS BAD BOY FOR LATERRRR!

Somebody help me. I've fallen for this and I can't get up.

This scene though !

Helion: “I don’t think we were introduced properly earlier. I’m—”

Nesta: “I don’t care.”

Helion:

Cassian:

“and tell him… tell him thank you - for walking that dark path with me back to the l i g h t ”