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Hi, I am crazy obsessed with all SJM books and I love posting about the Throne of Glass Series and the ACOTAR Series (TBT I am still way obsessed over ACOMAF). Feel free to message me and discuss these awesome books!! If you are curious about what I am currently reading, what books I love, or my book ratings you can add me on Goodreads- https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/56358710-micaila-blankenship
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ACOMAF Drunk History Part 6

Read More: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Cassian: *chugs a mug of ale, stands up in his seat, and roars like David after Dentist*

Everyone:

Cassian: *flops back in his seat with his arm sling over his eyes* You guys. I’m very sad to tell you about this next part. Stick with me cause shit’s ‘bout to get dark. We ended on a high note last time. Feybae solves Amerlanta’s riddle. Even though she’s bleeding all over the fuckin place and just about every bone in her is broken, she looks that see-you-next-Tuesday in the eye and says, “the answer … to the riddle … is love … you massive … bitch.”

Feyre: Not entirely accurate, but the sentiment was certainly there, so I’ll allow it.

Cassian: Shut up, Fake News, no one wants to hear your “facts.” My story’s better. ANYWAY, Amerlanta is PISSED that Feybae has solved the riddle, and since she can’t let anyone have the last word, she snaps Fey’s neck like a twig. Meanwhile, Rhysespieces is losing his shit because while all this torture is going down, he realizes SURPRISE! Hot Hands is his mate! So, you know, he’s understandably upset. And then when Amerlanta actually kills his mate right in front of him, he’d like nothing more than the absolutely pleasure of removing her appendages from her torso slowly. Unfortunately, Tamlint beats him to the punch. Ding dong, the witch is dead! But so is our precious Feybae, and Rhys ain’t about to stand for that. So he mind ninjas the other High Lords into giving up pieces of their power to bring Feybae back to life. 

So all is well except for the fact that Fey’s still with Tamlint. But Rhys, being the selfless masochist he is, decides he’s just going to let her live her life because she’s happy with the tool. But before he leaves, he tugs on the bond between them, and so Fey goes up to the balcony to meet him. And that, my friends, is when it happens. That is the moment the mating bond snaps into place like a rubber band, and Rhys is all, “I like Fey-RUH and I cannot lie. You other brothas can’t deny. When that girl walks in with her really pointy ears and her hot hands in my face and I get SPRUNG.” And then leaps off the balcony and flies off into the night, leaving Feybae standing there like, “…dafuq?” THUS CONCLUDES BOOK 1.

Rhys: Seriously what are these books you speak of?

Azriel: *in the corner, surreptitiously folding his wing over the copy of ACOTAR laying on the couch beside him* Yeah … haha… what book, Cassian? There’s no book.

Rhys and Feyre: *staring at Azriel with widening eyes and looks of horror*

Everyone else: *sweats*

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ACOMAF Drunk History Part 5

Read: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Cassian: *now sporting a black eye courtesy of Nesta and holding a raw steak against his face* Previously on ACOMAF Drunk History, Feybae had just found out that her neighbor Clare Beddor got fried to a crisp thanks to Amerlanta (not an evil crock-pot as some sources said), and raced off to Prythian to save her beloved douchebag in distress, Tamlint. She rides all the way back to the spring manor and finds the place in shambles (and not because of a Tamlint tantrum, for once). Everyone’s pretty much gone except for this chick called Alis, who’s Feybae’s scary handmaiden or something. Alis tells Feybae that Tamlint’s been stolen away by Amerlanta, and Fey’s all, “I MUST SAVE MY LOVE.” And Alis is like, “Mmm, bitch, better not.” But Feybae’s stubborn as fuck, and no one’s gonna tell her no, so off she goes. She gets to this creepy ass mountain and tries to sneak inside but gets caught by some creepy-ass lizard bat called the Attor. The Attor drags poor Feybae into Amerlanta’s throne room, and Ricesand is like, “FUCK. HOT HANDS. NO. WHATERYOUDOINGHEREEEE?” Except only on the inside; on the outside he’s gotta look like a cold motherfucker, cause, you know, he’s still pretending to be Amerlanta’s bitch. Not one to be deterred by something like imminent death, Feybae marches up to Amerlanta and goes, “Put my boyfriend back where he came from or so help me!” And Amerlanta’s just like, “Oooookay. But first you’ve gotta complete my version of the Hunger Games.”

Feyre: The Hunger Games?

Cassian: Yeah, it’s a thing, Feyre. God, read a fucking book every now and then, would ya? ANYWAY, Feybae’s like, “Okay, fine I’ll play your stupid game as long as you pinky swear to let Tamlint go if I win.” And Amerlanta’s like, “Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. Let the games begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor. Now Attor, beat the shit outta her.” And then Fey’s like, “Welp. These next three months are going to fucking suck.”

So the first trial happens. Feybae faces off against this monster called the Middengirdle Wyrm–which, sidenote, is actually some dragon thing without legs or wings, and NOT a big pink earthworm–and this bitch is a total fuckin badass. She kills this thing with the bones of its own meals and then just chucks one right at Amerlanta’s face. Bad. Ass. Totally turns on Rhysespieces, who’s all, “DaYUM, Hot Hands, got some skillz.” And then for some reason, possibly insanity, he hallucinates that I’M there and say some shit like, “If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.” Which is just … no. Feybae’s like a sister to me, and I don’t condone incest you fuckin weirdo. Jesus.

But despite her stunning performance, there’s one minor problem. Feybae stabbed herself through the arm with one the worm bones and is now dying in a dungeon cell. And then here’s this dick *points his thumb at Rhys* who immediately thinks, “Awwww HELL yeah, this is my IN!” So he saunters down to Feybae’s cell and is like, “I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse,” but Fey’s like, “Bitch I MIGHT.” So Rhys is like, “*sigh* FINE, guess we have to do this the hard way,” and just grabs that worm bone sticking outta her arm and fuckin’ twists… *pauses and looks over at Rhys* You know, dude, that’s pretty fucked up. If I had a rubber hose, I’d beat you–

Rhys: I KNOW IT WAS A DICK MOVE, OKAY, I WAS DESPERATE.

Cassian: Yeah, yeah, calm down, I’m just giving you shit. So anyway, Rhys twists Feyre’s arm–ha … twists her arm … get it?–and gets her to agree to a bargain with him. Help in the trials in exchangefor one week with him for the rest of her life. Creepy. As. Fuck. So the next trial comes and goes, but no one really cares about that one except for the Lucien fans, so we’ll skip it and save some time.

Lucien: Hey!

Cassian: … where’d you come from?

Lucien: I’ve literally been here the ENTIRE TIME.

Cassian: Huh. Didn’t notice. Which is weird since it looks like your freaking head is constantly on fire. Anyway, just keep quiet for now, Lucy, no one’s really gonna care about you until the end of book 2 anyway.

Feyre: What are these books you keep talking about?

Cassian: Jesus, Feyre, I thought you weren’t illiterate anymore. I don’t have TIME to explain what a fucking book is, I’ve gotta speed this shit up! Now STOP interrupting me. So, as I was saying, the second trial comes and goes, and the night before the third trial, Tamlint shows just how much of a tool bag he really is. Everyone’s distracted with the party, and he’s got the prime opportunity to sneak our poor Feybae out of there if he really wanted to. But, as we all know, Tamlint thinks with his dick, so what does he do? He tries to fuck her in a broom closet. And poor Fey’s like, “WEll, I’m probs gonna die tomorrow anyway, so might as well get some dick,” and they’re about to go at it like two rabbits on Easter, when Rice walks in on them. And he. is. livid. Mainly because Tamlint is a selfish prick, but also a liiiiittle bit cause he’s like, “Damn, why didn’t I have this closet tryst idea first?”

Rhys: *scoffing* That is … *turning red* not even a little bit true! My SOLE concern was for Feyre’s safety.

Feyre: *arms crossed, staring at Rhys* Mmhm.

Cassian: So, Rice, all pissed and horny, pulls Tamlint off his girl and lays a wet, sloppy one on her to distract Amerlanta. And it works, so Feybae lives to see her third trial. First, she has to kill two unfortunate fae, and then she pulls the hood off the last one and DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNNN, it’s Tamlint. And Amerlanta’s like, “Surprise, bitch.” But Feyre’s like, “No, surprise to YOU, bitch, I’ve got a photographic memory and remember insignificant details of random conversations! He’s got a heart of stone!” And then she fuckin slams that ash dagger into his chest, and God, wouldn’t we all have been happier if he’d just died on the spot. *dreamy sigh* But, regrettably, he lives. And the crowd goes wild, and everyone’s like, “Yeeeeeah, we love Feybae! You’re doing amazing, sweetie! You won!” But Amerlanta, that see-you-next-Tuesday, is like, “Yeah no.” And Feybae goes, “BUT YOU PINKY SWORE!” And Amerlanta’s like, “I had my fingers crossed behind my back, bitch! DIE!” And then she just starts torturing the shit outta Feybae, which causes Rhysy Piecey to TOTALLY lose it. And everyone’s fighting and Feyre’s dying and everything seems like it’s going to shit UNTIL. Feyre. Answers. The Riddle. 

… CLIFFHANGER!

Everyone: AW COME ON!

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ACOMAF Drunk History Part 4

 Read: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Cassian: *holding Mor’s wine bottle by the neck, singing* na na na, na na na, na na na LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, YEAH WE DANCED ON TABLE TOPS AND WE TOOK TOO MANY SHOTS, THINK WE KISSED BUT I FORGOT

Mor: *slings her arms around Cassian’s shoulders* THEN HAD A MÉNAGE A TROIS LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

Amren: You’re all idiots. I’m going home.

Mor: *runs over to the door and slams herself against it, arms spreadeagled* Amreeeeeen nooo! You have to hear the rest of the stooooooryyyy! It’s about our babies!

Rhys: …I’m sorry. It’s about your what?

Mor: *runs over behind Rhys and Feyre, grabs their shoulders, smooshes them together, and rests her head on top of theirs* MY BAAAABIES! My preciousessss! My Feyshand!

Feyre: What…what is going on?

Mor: *crying* I love you guys, my unsinkable ship, my precious Feyrhys, my—

Cassian: Okay, lady, stop stealing the show. This shit’s takin’ too long already. 

Amren: You can say that again.

Cassian: I mean, I’m not even halfway through yet. So, back to Calanmakeout. Feybae and Rhysespieces have met, but Fey can sense that there’s some dark shit going on with this dude, and she’s like, “Well mark me down as scared and horny.” And Rhys really wants to stay to get to know Hot Hands better, but he’s gotta get back to Amaranbitch, so he’s like, “Until next time, dahhhhhling” and winnows outta there. Fast forward to like…a couple weeks later or some shit. I don’t know the exact fucking timelines. These books are like five thousand pages a piece, brah.

Feyre: Books? What are you talki—

Cassian: So time has passed, THINGS have happened between Tamlint and Feybae, and FEELS have been felt, and now they’re in love I guess … *pauses, belches* Sorry. Just the idea was enough to make me puke in my mouth a little. But anyway, Rhys, on orders from Amaralanta shows up the Spring Court one day and is like, “Isn’t this cute? You have a table set for three … DA FUCK?” And then he realizes Hot Hands, a.k.a. the love of his life, has been dicking around—literally—with his worst enemy. So then he just scares the shit out of all of them cause he knows Amabitcha will go ape if she knows Feyre’s there. And it works. Tamlin, the little asswipe, tucks his tail between his legs and is all, “Mehhhh I love you but you can’t stay.” And Fey’s like, “Peace out, dude, it’s been real.” But on the inside she’s really like, “MY LOOOOVE WHY MUST I LEAVE YOUUU.” 

So Fey goes back to the human lands and finds out that Tamlint’s actually done one decent thing in his otherwise pathetic excuse of a life, and now her family’s like, mega rich. Like living in a mansion and shit. And they’re sooo happy to have her back home that they throw her a party, but Fey’s still all mopey over having to leave Tamlint. Then, one morning, they’re all eating breakfast and making small talk, and Elain’s all, “By the way, remember those neighbors we had? Yeah, they’re dead. House burnt down. Someone musta given them a shitty old crock-pot or something. i’m so glad we’re not poor enough to need hand-me-downs anymore.” And Feyre’s like, “Umm…what were their names again?” And Elain says, “Clare Beddor. Why?” And Feyre’s like, “Oh … haha … no reason … no reason at all … SHIT! FUCKING SHIT IN A BOX!” Cause oops, that’s the name she gave to Rhys to throw Amalanta off her scent, but now she knows that shit’s goin’ down in Prythian and she’s gotta get back to save her man.

Mor: The hell’s a crock-pot?

Cassian: So she’s getting ready to go back into Prythian, and Nesta comes in and is like, “Yo, you sure you want to do this? Cause like, you’re probably gonna die.” And Feyre’s like, “I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR LOVE.” And Nesta’s like, “Whatever, your funeral.”

Nesta: *suddenly appears behind Cassian and smacks him upside the head* You ASSHOLE, I’ve been listening from the other room this whole time! Real nice way to talk about your mate, dickwad.

Cassian: … *holds up now-empty wine bottle in surrender* I can explain.

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ACOMAF DRUNK HISTORY PART 3

Read: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Cassian: Guys… *slides off in his swivel chair as it’s turning and lays facedown on the floor* what was I talking about?

Feyre & Rhys: …

Cassian: I feel like it was something unpleashunt. Unpleazhunt. Unplu…uhhh…

Amren: *walks into the room* The fuck’s wrong with this one?

Cassian: *groaning behind the chair*

Rhys: Cassian, I swear on the cauldron if you puke on that rug—

Cassian: *hauls himself back into the chair* Calm your tits, High Lord, I’m not going to barf on your precioussss rug. I just … *hangs head* I just need a minute.

Everyone: …

Cassian: *various gurgling sounds* … *belches*

Feyre: Okay, you know what, now I’m going to puke—

Cassian: WE’RE GOOD NOW. So, previously in our story, Feybae was kidnapped by the High Lord of Douchery, otherwise known as Tamlint. A couple months go by and thanks to a little bit of Stockholm syndrome, Feyre starts to warm up to the guy. One day, Feyre’s chillin in the spring court when Tamlint walks in and is all, “hey Feyre, I’m having a party outside tonight but you’re not invited cuz I gotta magic-bone some chicks so I can like…I dunno, get more magic or whatever. And if you’re around, I’m probably gonna wanna Bone you, and I’m not sure you ready to handle ~all o’ this~ yet.” And then he, like, shows off his biceps and kisses them n shit. Because he’s a fucking douche. And Feyre’s all, “Fuck that, man, ain’t no spring court bitch gonna tell me what’s up.” So she goes to the party.

Feyre: You know what? I’m not even mad about this anymore. I actually can’t wait to hear what this idiot says next.

Rhys: Shh, darling, the best part’s coming up.

Cassian: So Feybae’s out there living it up on Calanmay or Calamity or whatever the fuck it’s called, dancing naked in front of a bonfire like “THIS IS THE BEST DUCKING PARTY IVE EVER BEEN TO BITCHESSS”

Feyre: NOPE. I was on board with this for two seconds, but—

Cassian: But THEN these three punk fae come and try to gang up on my girl. And Feyre’s all “YO back the fuck UP,” but she’s still human and can’t really fight off three fae at once. And that’s when my bro enters onto the scene to rescue his lady. So Rhys the perv is like SUPER PUMPED to finally get to see Hot Hands, and he saunters up, all sauve, and says what’s probably the cheesiest fuckin’ pickup line ever, but it makes the panties drop every damn time: “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” And Feyre’s like, “oh … shit. Tamlin who?”

Mor: *walks in with a bottle of wine* Is Cassian telling drunk stories again?

Cassian: *shoots up from the chair and tackles Mor for the bottle* WINEEEEE!

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You guys are seriously the best. Thanks for the support and for reading this absolute shit. 😂

This is the best thing ever!

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more elriel cause I’m trash.

❤️💕❤️ why can't Elain just be with both 😭

I want Azelaucian (please someone come up with a better ship name... that was a total fail) to be a thing! They all should be happy (I realize the wrongness of this but I just can choose 😂)

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Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Day. Dawn. Night. Long ago, the seven courts lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when Amarantha attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop her, but when the world needed her most, she vanished. Fifty passed and I discovered the new Avatar, a human named Feyre. And although her mind shielding skills are great, she has a lot to learn before she’s ready to save anyone. But I believe Feyre can save Prythian.

IM FUCKING DYING HELP ME HAHAHAHAHHA

IM CACKLING

I love this as much as Amren loves jewelry 😍 ❤️💕❤️ Now we must shave Feyre's hair and paint an arrow on her head 😂🤣😂

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Reblog if you’re buying ACOWAR both as an eBook and book.

Like if you’re just going to buy the book/waiting for your pre-order copy to be delivered to you.

(I just want to know if other people are doing what i’ll be doing which is buying it on iTunes and reading it straight away on my eReader)

I'm buying the physical book, eBook, and audiobook... I have a problem 😉

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