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Would you consider a part 2 for the fic where nesta just does as she’s told? Maybe where Cassian confronts the inner circle about it?

Pretty please <3

I’m not sure this is the closure people are looking for from this but uh … this is what came out. Sorry everyone.

Feyre rolled her eyes before Cassian could even finish speaking. It wasn’t like her, to be so dismissive. But that look in her blue-grey eyes, so alive that it twisted his gut thinking of the shade, it was pure dismissal.

“Listen, Cass,” she sighed, as if speaking to Nyx when he wouldn’t finish his mushed up sweet potatoes. “I … I don’t know what went on between you and my sister in the war. I know that she pushes your buttons and I know that you two have your … whatever it is, but just because Nesta doesn’t want to play that game anymore doesn’t mean anything is wrong with her. She’s finally herself again.”

“No she isn’t,” Cassian insisted. “She’s … I don’t know, faking it. Going through the motions. She’s -“

“Healing,” Feyre said with yet another sigh. “She’s healing, Cassian.”

“She’s numb, Feyre. And I swear to the Cauldron if you sigh at me one more time-“

“You haven’t known her as long as I have!” Feyre crossed her arms over her chest, clearly fighting back a fucking sigh. “You didn’t know her when she was young. Before we lost everything …” Feyre swallowed hard, shifting on her toes. “This is what she was like. Free, unburdened, quiet. I’m sorry that you liked the version of her that was bitter and afraid, but that wasn’t her. Not really. This is her.”

“Bullshit,” Cassian spat. “You said it yourself months ago. Nesta is like a wolf who never got to be a wolf. If she acted like this when you were rich humans it was only because she thought that’s what the world wanted from her!” Cassian knew Nesta. Feyre was her sister, had known her longer, but Cassian … Cassian knew her. In his bones, in his soul, the piece of him that was … not missing, that wasn’t how to describe it. The piece of him that was reaching. It knew. He knew.

This was not Nesta.

“Even if that is true,” Feyre sighed, “it just proves my point. She is healing. Finally. It took me so long to remember who I was again and Nesta … she’s been through so much. We all have.”

Suddenly, Cassian understood why Nesta snapped when he tried to shove stories about Rhys and Feyre and their special little journey’s down her throat.

“She. Is. Not. Ok.”

“She is,” Feyre spat. Hands tightening and jaw clenching. “She is fine. My family is finally together and happy and I won’t let you ruin it because she won’t fuck you, Cassian!”

Cassian stumbled back three steps. Feyre’s hand flew to her mouth. “I didn’t. Cassian I didn’t mean that. I know-”

“It’s fine, Feyre.” Cassian held his hands up in surrender. “I get it.”

And he did.

He should have gotten it a long time ago.

It was never about Nesta or her behaviour or her power. It was about Feyre, it had always been about Feyre.

Rhys’s plan, the insistence on training, it wasn’t about Nesta.

Nesta never wanted to be a warrior. She said it herself, there are other ways to be strong.

The plan … the entire plan had never been about Nesta.

It was about Feyre.

Fixing Nesta when she was never broken.

Creating impossible choices.

Using him to manipulate her.

No one had ever cared if Nesta got better. They only cared that Feyre was happy. That Feyre had her family. That nothing upset Feyre after everything she went through.

And the worst part of it all was that Cassian couldn’t even blame anyone. He couldn’t blame Feyre for wanting to believe that everything was finally fine. He couldn’t blame Rhys for doing all of this because … he was doing everything he could to protect his mate. To make her happy.

The same thing that Cassian was supposed to do for Nesta.

He was supposed to be the one on her side the way Rhys was on Feyre’s.

Complete loyalty.

He was supposed to protect her, and instead he broke her.

Failed her in every way a male could possibly fail.

Nesta Archeron had lived through a war, had removed multiple heads with her bare hands, had been shoved into the freezing waters of good and evil and creation itself and had her humanity ripped away.

But none of that broke her.

None of that was the worst thing to happen to her.

He was.

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This is so cute 🥺

First Kisses [ Elucien ]

Author’s Note: I took the liberty of reworking a previous snippet of mine of their first kiss to work in the idea @helion-ism​ had from this post. Like I need an excuse to write my babies pfffttttt.

He wanted to kiss her so badly.

It was a constant ache in his chest, to watch her and not claim her lips at every moment, every day.

Lucien watched her quietly working on a flower crown as they sat in her garden and when she pursed her lips in concentration, he clenched his fist.

His mate.

The need to claim was so overwhelming at times, it almost drove him mad but Lucien would never, ever push her out of her comfort zone until she was ready.

At times, he scoffed at himself for the gentleman act. With all the filthy thoughts that crossed his mind when he thought of her, Lucien was anything but a gentleman. But damn, did he try. He tried his hardest to woo her with the best gentleman behavior he could. 

His eyes flickered to her lips again then to her hands working nimbly to tie the flowers in the way she wanted and he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward, gently turning her towards him, his hands resting on the bench next to her hips.

Elain paused and blinked, looking at him curiously but Lucien could only stare. She was sitting between his arms but still felt so far away.

“Are you finally going to kiss me?” she asked quietly, jolting Lucien out of his thoughts and it was his turn to blink.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Well. I’ve been waiting for quite some time now but you seem to hesitate often.” she answered softly, a blush creeping on her cheeks and Lucien froze.

“You’ve – you’ve been waiting?”

“Well, yes. Don’t – don’t you want to kiss me?” she blurted and her blush deepened. Lucien looked at her silently for a moment then laughed softly, his head dipping, causing Elain to scowl. 

“You don’t have to laugh! Don’t kiss me for all I care!”

“Cauldron, Elain.” he muttered and looked up to meet her scowling face with a grin. “I have wanted to kiss you so badly. You don’t even know the half of it.”

She bit her lip at that, her eyes flickering to his lips and back up to his eyes. Lucien paused again and he watched her, holding his breath as she settled the flower crown to the side and leaned closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, bringing a hand to gently rest on his chest and Lucien wasn’t embarrassed at all, knowing she could feel and hear how quickly his heart was beating.

“I’m all yours.” he whispered.

Elain gave him a small smile that had his own lips turning up. Her other hand slid to rest on his chest and she watched her fingers settle there before leaning in closer and meeting his gaze. It was a moment the two had certainly waited for, with the rocky start in their relationship. They took every moment slowly, delicately, taking the time to befriend and to flirt before going any further. But now…this moment was a moment that would be seared into their hearts.

So Lucien watched her as she watched him. 

Then Elain closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.

Lucien’s eyes fluttered shut as she slowly, hesitantly teased her lips against his, barely a caress, before pulling away. Lucien’s eyes flew open to find her flushed face watching him.

“Was that okay?” she asked and Lucien chuckled, his heart racing.

“You are an awful tease, Elain.” he replied and her mouth turned into a thin line.

“It’s too much.” she mumbled, her eyes on her hands still settled on his chest. “When I’m near you – your scent. It’s too much sometimes. Is it like that for you too?”

“Yes.” he answered breathlessly. “It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming at times.”

Elain’s eyes flickered back to his as he watched her intensely. She tugged him closer and licked her lips.

“Kiss me. I want to feel how intoxicating it can be.”

This time when their lips touched, it wasn’t a caress, it was a claiming. The world seemed to fall away around both of them. It started slow and soft and careful and all the words that usually hung between them finally seemed to be said as Lucien cupped her face gently. He deepened the kiss and like everything else between them, their lips glided and danced with each other. Lucien gave everything he had in that kiss – and it was devasting to kiss her in such a way, with no hesitation, to give her all of him. If Elain hadn’t been seated, she was sure her legs would’ve buckled under her from the fiery of being kissed this way, kissed like her lips were his salvation, as though her lips were made for his. 

Both of their bodies were ablaze, their heartbeats racing and finally, when Elain began feeling lightheaded in awe of the kiss, Lucien slowly, very reluctantly pulled back a few inches.

“Intoxicating enough for you?” he mumbled, his forehead leaning against hers and felt her huff a breath of laughter.

“I think we can —” she began to reply, then pulled back with a gasp.

Lucien’s froze. “What?”

“You’re glowing.” she whispered. 

Lucien glanced down at his hands and realized with a start, he was glowing all over.  Something he couldn’t remember happening since — and his heart jolted, looking back at Elain. 

Elain turned his hands over in hers, tracing his fingers with hers. “What’s causing this?” she asked in awe. “Are you alright?”

Smiling softly, Lucien took her hand in his and kissed it. “I’m — I’m perfect.” he said quietly and met her gaze. “This hasn’t happened in so long — I’m —I’m just so…incredibly happy.”

Elain beamed at him and if Lucien didn’t know any better, she was almost glowing herself. “This is you…happy?”

“This is me ecstatic.”

And Elain let her head fall back with a laugh, a laugh that if possible, made Lucien light up even brighter. 

“You’re this happy to kiss little ‘ole me?” she teased, her cheeks flushed. 

“I’m clearly ecstatic to kiss little ‘ole you.”

Elain laced her fingers with his then smiled up at him again. “People say when a person is happy they’re glowing…you’ve certainly taken that to the next level.” she said with a chuckle and Lucien laughed. 

“Because of you, mate.” he said softly and leaned in again to place a tender kiss on her lips, making her hum in delight. “You bring me joy and make me glow.” 

Elain giggled and leaned in to give him a much more firm kiss that she quickly pulled back from to say, “So, I’m powerful enough to make you light up, huh?”

“Oh, yes. You’re powerful enough to bring a whole kingdom to its knees with that smile alone.”

Elain laughed and Lucien’s whole body lit up in giddiness as she said again with a coy smile, “Little ‘ole me?”

“Little ‘ole you.” he confirmed and his smiled widened at her flushed cheek and grin. 

“Well,” she began and pulled herself into his lap. “I must say, I’m going to be very excited to show you off even more now.”

“You mean to show off the kind of spell you have on me?” 

She gave a shrug with a playful smirk. “Not everyone can say they can make their partner light up a whole room with a kiss.”

“It was one kiss and you’re already so full of yourself.” he said with a snort but his glow hadn’t dimmed an inch, especially so when she laughed again.

“Well, I make you glow and you…you make me bloom.” Elain said softly. “I think that makes us even.”

Lucien’s eyes softened, his heart threatening to burst. “Thank you for being my joy.”

“And thank you for being mine.” she replied and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. “Now kiss me again. I want to light up this whole damn city.”

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It’s the time of year where it’s dark when I go to work and dark when I come home from work

the hatred ppl have for x reader is so funny

Little miss too many side blogs

so i have a mildly popular “reblog and put in in the tags” post going around and its. very clear how many people don’t know how to interact with a tumblr post

so, first of all, tumblr’s culture has changed a lot in the past couple years. there’s a genuine community effort to not start any drama, and ironically a lot of the current hostility is an effort to keep things calm. there’s also a change in how people interact with posts, so if you haven’t been here in a while please skip down to the tags/replies/reblog with text section.

for newcomers: you should be reblogging posts about as liberally as you would like something on twitter. if you only like stuff, people will think you are rude/a bot. you’ve probably heard people talk about “cultivating your dash,” and thats because this platform is 100% centered around your dashboard. trending matters less, unfollowing and blocking in order to shape your dash into it’s best form is widely accepted, the majority of the content you’ll find and interact with will be because of your dash, and the only way to put things on your dash is to reblog them. tumblr users are deeply distrustful of algorithms and have largely turned off the “see posts your friends have liked” function (i recommend you also turn of the various algorithms in settings → general settings → dashboard preferences).

so, once you’ve reblogged a post, there’s three ways to add content to it. the tags, replies, and reblogging with text. all of them have different connotations

the tags: an inside voice. originally they were meant for organizing your blog (and they’re still used for this), but they’ve also morphed into a way to share thoughts that aren’t funny/insightful enough for non-followers to be interested in. when in doubt, put your comment in the tags

replies: basically talking to your friends in class. your followers have no way of finding your replies (they don’t pop up on the dash, nobody gets notified except for the original poster) so chances are, only the person who made the post is gonna see your comment. it’s for quick one-offs that you’re okay with other people overhearing, but really is only made for one person. they’re like a public dm

reblog with text: an outside voice. you’re getting up on a stage in town square and entertaining people. make sure it’s funny or insightful— bottom line, add something new to the conversation. you should use this the least

general rules of thumb: 

when in doubt, reblog. people will judge you if your blog is only personal posts and you only interact with other content by liking it.  

the only things people will judge you for reblogging are personal vent posts. leave a like to give a little virtual hug

if a post is asking about your personality/opinions (i.e: tell me what’s the last tv show you watched, that kind of thing) put it in the tags 

also if you see a nice edit, gifset, or art, reblog and say something nice in the tags! it’s that nice sweet spot of common enough that no one will notice but uncommon enough to make the artist’s day

She saw her moment and got glossed up for it

that’s art

Hmm just wanted a place to post this lol

So last night I had a dream about Corpse Husband. (So basically, I've been listening to his music all day and now he's invaded my dreams at night. It's an all around good time.)

In this dream, I was just casually enjoying his music with my headphones and the lyrics are on the screen of my phone (I was listening to E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE lmao). Well, my mom is hovering around and happens to read the lyrics. All of a sudden she gives me this weird look and starts demanding that I explain why I'm listening to it. And I'm getting straight up defensive because "I'm a grown ass woman, what do you mean explain?"

So anyway, I actually do start defending him saying things like:

"But mom he's really nice and funny!"

"His music is ☠🦴🔪, but his personality is 🥺💕."

Like words just stop coming out, and literal emojis are floating over my head. My mom is giving me even more of a strange look at this point, but before she can say anything the genre switches. Suddenly, I'm watching a black and white film about man that sings blues marrying a girl that dances swing.

And then I wake up—

There was absolutely no point to this I just wanted to put my dream out there. 😂

taehyung’s reaction when he is fixing his zipper and the host said they were live at youtube 😆

i romantically stand outside your window and hold up my iPhone to blast our song. a 30 second ad plays first

RWBY as shit my friends have said

Yang: *sits with legs spread*

Weiss: You shouldn't sit like that.

Yang: I'm just letting my balls hang!

Weiss: You're a woman; you don't have balls.

Yang: Oh, I got 'em! They may be inside and called ovaries, but I got 'em!

This never gets old lmao

Qrow: Here's a penny for your thoughts.

Tai: Aw, that's nice! I really appreci--

Qrow: And here's a quarter not to tell me them.

Tai: ...😑

Please everyone, start talking and posting about #JusticeForAteen.

ATeen is a 10 member KPop boy group which debuted this year. Recently 6 of the members have reported that they were sexually abused by the CEO’s Wife from their Company (DS&A)

Not much information has been released because many of the large sites haven’t posted about this story. The group has taken a hault on all activities to fight for justice, even taking over their instagram and deleting their posts on social media, then posting a photo pleading for help and support in their battle.

(These posts were translated, since I do not speak korean, and were confirmed by many fluent/native speakers)

I also included the more informative post that is attached under the same picture in the comments.

The members age range is from 1992-2001. Majority of members being 1996 and under.

Please spread awareness on this issue. Women aren’t only the victims, and it can happen to anyone in any industry.

BTS 4th Muster - Memory Cloud Recipe:

I just got my BTS 4th muster DVD set today, and while watching it, for a split second, I saw a red (V) jar labeled Happy! So, V represents Happiness and that leaves orange (Jin) with either wonder or pleasure!

A little later, you can see the orange lable, but it's really blurry. I think it says "wonder", though. (I can't get the camera on my phone to focus enough to take a good picture since it's so blurry anyway... the time stamp is 1:21:57)

I think the "pink love" is a filler/miscellaneous ingredient that might represent Army??? It changes the color of the memory cloud: pink love, green hope, purple joy, etc.)

#BadPhotoQualityIsBad

The musters

The musters are yearly fan meetings where the boys interpret some of their songs but mainly play games or skits for ARMY’s enjoyment.

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I'm cackling

Monbebe: *hits his head and falls to the ground*

Carat: MONBEBE’S DOWN! I REPEAT, MONBEBE'SDOWN!

Army: QUICK! CALL 911!

Igot7: *panicking* WHAT’S THEIR NUMBER?!

Army:

Carat:

Monbebe: *wakes up* bitch

I was driving down this backroad with some friends. So we were going 65 mph and my friend in the passenger decided to stick her head out the window, but she forgot she was wearing a wig. So the moment she popped her head out the bitch was gone. I just see this bright blue ass head of hair fly through my rear view mirror. I had to pull over cause I was laughing too much, but then watching her capped head make the walk of shame to pick it up out of the road had me dead

OH MY GOD THIS LITERALLY MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD IM 😂😂😂😂😂

“don’t call me oppa”

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

“JUNGKOOK GOT JEALOUS BECAUSE HOW GOOD TAE WAS AT SPEAKING ENGLISH SO HE SAID “I’m going to speak English” TO HIMSELF. STOP! HE’S SO PRECIOUS“

I FOUND THIS ON THE FLOOR IN MY CHURCH AND I GOT CARRIED AWAY

hobi playing bball with a plushie