Look I vibed with some of SJM's stuff when I was younger and so that and specifically a few of her characters have a special place in my heart.
And I guess that's why it feels so sucky that Rhysand is such a key player in all three of her book series it seems.
Yeah he's the main love interest in ACOTAR and that's fine. He's meant to play a big role there. High lord and all that. Fine.
But he's the one who saves Aelin when she's falling through the world's? He's the one who gets name dropped when Bryce gets to prythian? No doubt he's gonna play a major part in the next book.
But bestie you wrote 3 books series with woman as your MC and Rhysand is the one that has weight in all of those books.
Feyre is reduced to a pregnant female when Aelin sees her, and Rhys is the one reaching his power out despite not being the MC of that world and again, feyre is just a pretty female when Bryce sees her for the first time. And feyre is happy for Rhys to introduce himself and not the both of them. Again he's not the main character of that series
It's honestly just gross that this sad man has so much importance to Sarah he is actually forms part of the plot in her other series
Urgh whatever
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Spoilers ahead for the latest parts of Chapter 7! Speed-wrote this with only Twitter live-tweeting threads for context. Might not be accurate to canon but who cares about that when the tragedy is impeccable?
What happens if you die within a dream?
Silver thinks he should know the answer to that — or more precisely, the answer in normal circumstances. If things were not as dire as they are now, if he and everyone else were not locked away in the throes of a dream they cannot wake up from, he knows what would happen. He would wake up easily, jolting upright as panic grips his heart, panting as his mind struggles to calm itself from the weight of a nightmare he cannot remember.
But things are not normal, and Silver is scared.
He is scared and in pain, sprawled out against the forest floor. His weapon has been tossed carelessly to the side, disarmed by the person pressing his weapon against his throat, and for some reason, perhaps because he is incapacitated and hurting, energy sapped from a battle he had not wanted to fight, he is unable to jump dreams again.
(And, to be honest, he doesn’t want to leave, to find another person’s dream and take refuge there, if only for a little while. This is Lilia’s dream, his father’s dream, and Silver refuses to leave without him by his side.)
And, as Silver presses himself as closely against the bloodstained grass as he can, pushing away from the sharp weapon the best he can, all he can think is, Ah. I finally understand.
He has heard stories all throughout his life — about his father’s might as the revered General Vanrouge of Briar Valley. His name is admired for a reason, respected far and wide across the valley. And though Lilia did not take down Silver immediately in their battle, the reflexes honed from years of training from the very man now fighting him, eventually, he succeeded.
Silver is young, only seventeen. What chance did he face, going up against his father in a fight like this, when the Lilia he sees is in the height of his prime? When he is holding absolutely nothing back?
He feels the sharp tip of his father’s weapon press closer against the thin skin of his neck, but the only thing that crosses his pain-muddled mind is that the blade in his father’s hands is the very same one he would give to Silver whenever he sent his son off to chop some firewood. Silver thinks that he’s speaking too, can see his mouth move, having pushed his mask aside at some point, but the only thing that he hears is a muddled warble of nothing that sounds real.
His head is spinning. Every limb in his body is aching.
Silver can feel the sticky slickness of his own blood matting the grass beneath him.
What will happen to him, now that he has failed? He will not die permanently; he knows that much. But the alternatives that swim through his muddled brain do not bring him comfort in any form. Perhaps Silver will simply wake up back within the confines of his own dream — but that, in itself, would be a problem, because Silver knows that Malleus is after them, ready to lull him into an impenetrable slumber with the flick of a wrist.
And if Silver loses himself to the throes of this neverending dream… then what? What will become of Sebek and Grim and Yuu? He can see them out of the corner of their eyes; no matter how hard Sebek yells, he is not getting through the other soldiers, least of all his grandfather, as much in his prime as Silver’s father. They have been apprehended, outnumbered and outpowered, and Silver gets the sinking feeling that very soon, they will meet the same fate that he is steadily barreling towards.
He is the hero of this twisted story they have found themselves in, no matter how odd it feels to think of himself this way. His unique magic, as useless as he has believed it to be, has its own purposes now. It is the only thing that may stand between Malleus, overblotted as he is, unable to cope with the weight of abandonment, and his desires of a thousand years of blissful dreams.
So if Silver dies, to the blade of his own father, who stares down at him like a stranger, with not a single trace of recognition in those red eyes—
Then what?
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remembering that Caleb originally designed the Vault of Amber to carry corpses--specifically, he envisioned killing Astrid and Wulf, using their remains as stand-ins for his parents' dead bodies, and that's...a lot. But--
It was supposed to be for carrying corpses. For making them conveniently disappear. When the Nein talk about bringing Molly back to the Blooming Grove to give him a proper burial, Caleb starts ritually casting Vault of Amber. "To take him with us," he says. Because that's exactly what this spell is built for, to carry bodies. And while Molly's lying there lifeless, Caleb is right beside him, still concentrating on his spell.
I don't know. Something about how he built this portable coffin to carry his former lovers who betrayed him. Something about how he was going to keep Molly in there. Caleb still wanting to hold onto his Circus Man in some way. His magic wasn't enough to save him, but. For just a moment, he still wants to keep him close.
And then, before the spell can take hold, when he's still looking down at Mollymauk and truly believes him to be gone--miraculously, his eyes open--
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aww, man, i'm hella bummed over the news of ofmd.
i wasn't even jonesing that hard for s3 — like i'd of course watch it when it came out, but s2 reiterated and reenforced for me why i'll always choose fandom and fanworks over canon — but i feel gutted for the writers and actors. i feel grieved and jaded. and i feel aggravated that it is a familiar, well-worn groove of jaded grief over how queer stories and stories centred on non-white cis characters with diverse casts don't get their chance to flourish and grow. they don't feed the capitalist beast, even though they absolutely fckin do you're just dumb media executives. those stories are not as easy to market; not the sure, quick buck. not the stories for 18 – 25 year old straight white boys you can peddle to advertisers and that look good in quarterly-projection presentations.
i'm sad because the cast really seemed to get on. really seemed to have one of those rare mixes of chemistry and off-screen friendship. and i want to see them hang out and be creative together and fall further in love with now they portray found family on screen with so much ease and sincerity and full of genuine joy.
i'll miss them. i'll miss watching them play their characters. they seem to love them as much as and for the same reasons that we love those characters.
and to a lesser extent i'm a little disappointed to never find out what the plan would've been for s3, where djenks originally had the characters end up, how and if the creative decisions in s2 would've been addressed. fandom will of course find answers to this, and i know i'll probably think those stories are better if i could compare because i always do, but there's still a part of me that wants to know what djenks and the writing team and the cast would've done.
that all said, a part of me finds it extremely awkwardly morbidly hilarious that the s2 ending is now the official end. the ending that i can only read as a fascinating-yet-distressing lovecraftian horror story waiting to happen. like, not great as a final note due to how much it upset and divided the fandom. i wish it had been an ending that sparked opportunities for community-building and excitement and creativity that comes from a place of wanting more rather than feelings of betrayal or discomfort or creativity that comes from the need to process or to fix or to ignore.
but also as someone who enjoys absurdist dark humour, it's kind of perfect to me. the ending is an amazing (accidental) representation of schrödinger's cat of a conclusion. and i love it.
like, you can read the ending as happy. the main couple is together; the crew has their freedom and found family and can continue a life of adventure without the drama ed or stede can cause. izzy… whatever, i guess. whatever people who are cool with izzy's fate wanted for him.
or you can read the ending as, like: stede, run! you just shacked up with a known mentally and emotionally unstable guy who just very traumatically (and violently) ended a longterm codependent relationship. with the fresh grave of your boyfriend's ex right out front. because both of them are dudes that literally hoard each other's corpses because the codependence and obsessive possession just runs that deep. and you made these life choices while on an isolated spit of land with no one else around but the sea and a rundown shack whose aesthetics are straight out of a horror film. and that's implied to smell like death in one of your last lines of dialogue ever. nothing good will come of this, my guy.
if you know me, you know which reading i'm taking and running with.
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Laseema: "… Etain can’t take care of her baby, Darman doesn’t know he has a kid and I kinda lie now on a daily basis about the whole babysitting Kal’s grandson to Atin too? I feel like I’m betraying his trust but I can’t tell him I know who Kad'ika's parents are, can I? And what if Atin will hate me for this once the truth will come to light? Because Etain and Kal will tell Darman about the baby one day, right. They will tell him, RIGHT? And there is this jerk at work that won’t stop bothering me and can you believe that asshole was yesterday waiting for me outside when my shift has ended? I wish I learned how to use the knife like Atin proposed but I guess it wouldn’t help me much against that bastard; he looked like he wouldn't mind breaking my arm and, you know, do worse stuff. I KNOW, I should tell Kal but he is so busy with… whatever he is doing anyway and Jusik is on Mandalore with Fi, Ordo is already freaked out about Fi and Besany’s safety and I don’t wanna be a burden. I can’t even comm Atin because he is on a mission on the other galaxy’s side, ya know, commando stuff and even if he could comm me, I can’t tell him because I don’t wanna him be upset and distracted over something he can’t do anything about anyway. I couldn’t forgive myself if he got killed because of my problems. Pathetic, right Mird?
Oh, did I upset you? Sorry Mird, I just needed to rant a bit but don’t worry, I will figure something out. I know what will cheer you up! What is the word Walon is always saying? Oh, right. OYA! Whatever that means Wish I know whatcha thinking right now. Something nice, I bet.
Mird: [HUNT HUNT HUNT HUNT HUNT...]
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