#how do people cope with life without feeling like a shitty two-faced pile of shit

[laceymorganwrites]

Magnitude pt. 4

Word Count: 1,710

Pairing: none

Warnings: swearing, break up

Taglist: @bakubatty

Dabi didn´t like it one bit that you always went back to Stain, even after all the fights you had, all the horrible things he said to you, the lack of affection and attention he gave you. And for what? For him to say he was sorry, not mean it and you being drawn in again.

It made him sick to his stomach, seeing you so weak. Dabi knew you weren´t weak, he knew you didn´t depend on Stain, you could very well live without him, and all the better. If only you would realize that.

If only you´d realize that he´d never treat you as shitty as Stain did, Dabi would treat you so much better, you were a goddamn gift to this world who didn´t deserve an asshole like Stain. Not like Dabi would do any better. Well, he wouldn´t actively make you feel shitty, but he wasn´t boyfriend material and that made him mad, because he wanted to be. At least he was self aware.

The second he realized he caught feelings for you, all he wanted to do was drown in his embarrassment. Seriously, you two were friends, he knew that, he felt so incredibly stupid for falling for you. Especially since he knew that you´d never feel the same for him,  it all felt like a sick joke.

But did that make him stop hanging out with you? Of course not. Dabi knew that it would be smarter to distance himself from you to get over you, and he was good at making people hate him, but he couldn´t bring himself to do that, not to you. It hurt so much to be around you, to listen to you rant and gush about Stain, to know he´d never be that guy. It hurt like hell having you close and not close enough, to comfort you and not being able to do it the way he wanted to, to hear that he was such a great friend…

And Dabi, masochistic as he was, craved this. He craved being around you, needed it to survive like he needed the air in his lungs. He wanted to be around you as much as possible, comfort you in every way and do everything for you, no matter if he was just a friend, he simply couldn´t bear to see you so sad.

Dabi shouldn´t have been as happy as he was once your relationship ended, but he was just a man.

A man that was woken up by your yelling once again, so he got out of bed to see what the commotion was all about this time.

The smile vanished from his face when he saw you crying, your eyes were red and swollen, your voice shaking and already raspy from screaming so much. Stain stood outside of your apartment, not even trying to defend himself, he just stood there, telling you to calm down.

“Calm down? I´m supposed to be calm when I find out that the man I love cheated on me with some whore?” you yelled, pointing inside of your apartment. At this point, Dabi felt extremely uncomfortable, he knew he shouldn´t be eavesdropping, but even if he was inside, he still would´ve heard it.

The woman in question left your apartment in her underwear after you shooed her out, trying to cover herself up. Dabi had to smirk at your cold expression towards the pair.

“Come on, it was just once” Stain pleaded, but you wouldn´t have it.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you scoffed, turning to the woman in question.

“And why the fuck are you still here? Don´t you have other villains to blow? Get out of my fucking sight, the both of you” you told them.

“But, babe, my stuff...” Stain interrupted you, but you wouldn´t have it.

“Don´t you dare fucking ´babe´ me, asshole! And you have worse things to worry about than your fucking stuff right now, if I were you, I´d run as fast as I can, taking this fucking slut with me!” you balled your fists as tears fell from your eyes again. Dabi wanted to hug you right now and then help you beat those two up.

After a while the conversation died and Stain left alongside the woman he cheated on you with.

Once they were gone you heavily sighed, Dabi noticed how tired and worn out you looked.

“I´m sorry” he just said, not knowing any better words, hell, he never needed to comfort someone in his entire life, he didn´t know what to say or do in such a situation, after all he´s never been comforted once in his life. Well, before he met you, anyway.

“I should´ve seen it coming...he never even loved me in the first place, I feel so dumb right now” you sniffed, rubbing your hands over your face.

Dabi wanted to tell you that that wasn´t true, that you weren´t dumb and that it wasn´t your fault, but then he decided against it.

“If you need anything, you know...” he awkwardly mentioned, cursing himself in his mind, was that really the best he could come up with?

“I need to be alone right now… but thank you, I´ll text you, okay?” you couldn´t even force a smile right now, how could you when you just found out that your whole relationship was a joke?

You started wondering if there were people in your life who didn´t lie to you from the start.

Dabi nodded, not sure what he should do now, comforting you was off the table, you said you wanted to be alone. Maybe it was better this way, he wouldn´t know what to say and do anyway.

All he knew was that he didn´t want to see you so miserable ever again and that he´d do everything in his power to keep and make you happy, even as just a friend.

You went back into your apartment and just sat there, staring at your wall, not knowing what to feel or do. You couldn´t cry, you just felt empty, you couldn´t even laugh at the joke your life was slowly becoming.

As the days went by Dabi was getting more and more concerned about you, he wanted to know how you coped with everything, how you were, if you were eating and drinking enough, if you were getting enough sleep. But he didn´t want to be obnoxious.

One week later you had enough, enough of just laying around, sulking over your loss that wasn´t even that bad. Everywhere you looked you saw something of Stain´s and it made you angry, all you wanted to do was burn that shit down.

So you packed it all up into boxes and collected them outside.

Dabi just came back from buying groceries when he saw you, the determination in your eyes as you carried the heavy boxes made him smirk. It seemed like you were back to your old self.

“Hey, do you need help?” he asked, giving you a slight soft smile he didn´t even realize he wore.

“Oh hi!” you chirped when you saw him, waving at him with a huge smile that made his knees weak.

“I´d really appreciate help right now” you chuckled, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

“Give me a sec, I´ll put these away and then I´ll be right there” Dabi let you know, pointing at the groceries before vanishing in his apartment and emerging five minutes later.

“So, what´s the situation?” he smirked, making you sigh.

“I´m throwing out all of his shit, I can´t have that in my home anymore, it makes me sick. I just want to burn it all down” you told him angrily.

Dabi´s smirk widened.

“Now isn´t that a perfect coincidence? I think I´m the perfect guy for that” he said, normally he wasn´t that confident so you raised an eyebrow and smirked back at him in excitement.

You two carried the boxes to a huge open space where people piled all their trash up and then others would come to either steal or destroy it.

After you put down the boxes in a pile, Dabi used his quirk to light them on fire.

“Beautiful...” you whispered, completely taken aback by the blue of his flames, you never saw his quirk and you never saw something so magnificent. It felt magical, watching the blue wash over the boxes, cremating their contents. It didn´t feel just like relief, it was a revelation.

Dabi thought he imagined things when he heard you say that, nobody ever saw his flames that way.

He only ever wanted to curse them for hurting him, for reminding him of his father, reminding him of the failure he was.

“They´re the same color as your eyes” you noticed, smiling at him shyly as you caught yourself staring too much. They fit him so well, sure, he was handsome before, even though he´d think everyone who thought that was crazy, but seeing him in the light of his flames unraveled his true beauty, this atmosphere of confidence and healing destruction, it was like an epiphany, like seeing a shooting star, only that the shooting star was a beautiful angel.

Dabi´s heart stung, he never liked his quirk or eyes, they were just remnants of his broken family. Only more similarity to the man he hated. But somehow you saying it didn´t make him feel revolting, it made him blush.

“Sorry, I just… I´ve never seen something so pretty before” you apologized after catching yourself staring again.

Dabi chuckled darkly. “Then your life must´ve been even more ugly than mine and trust me, that´s hard to achieve” he told you, you were friends, he didn´t know how to feel about you complimenting him like that. Well, he knew very well how he felt but he also knew that you didn´t mean it in the way he hoped you did. Fuck, he should´ve taken his own advice and distanced himself from you to get over you because it couldn´t go on like it did now, he felt trapped, like he couldn´t let his true feelings out and always had to hold back. It drove him crazy, experiencing feelings like this for the first time.

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagine #boku no hero academia dabi #dabi x reader #dabi #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha dabi #my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia dabi #mha #mha imagine #mha dabi

[adamslynches]

Break Up.

here’s a fic rec!!! The fic is by @quoththeraven-never-more and I have permission to post it, I hope you all enjoy!

read on ao3 here

It’s funny how breaking up is often synonymous with breaking down. That one word in difference often made no difference at all. And Kevin was feeling it. He’s tense. His heartbeat, fast. His head, pounding, from how much crying he'd gone through. He'd broken up with Jeremy only a day ago, and broken down without Jeremy in the night that followed it.

It's been a day since he did it. Now he stands in the bedroom, packing his things away. Trophies, sweaters, socks. Anything of Jeremy's he tosses to the bed. Some things- CDs of Kevin's that his boyfriend had liked- he sacrifices to the Jeremy pile.

They'd shared the apartment for months. Months of memories, months of dreaming. Months of soft cuddles, months of kisses on the cheek and gentle affection. Months of warmth.

The new apartment Kevin has picked out is a lot more grey. Concrete walls, bland generic paintings. Ceiling lights without shades. It’s cold there, and Kevin doesn’t even have a mattress to sleep on.

He wonders if he can claim a mattress from his ex. Is that ethical?

It had never been Jeremy's fault. Jeremy has always been perfect. He’s handsome and thoughtful, precise yet not critical. And Kevin had thrown it all away.

But it’s better for Jere, he's pretty sure. He deserves better.

Kevin's heart fucking aches. It’s crying, weeping. Go back, it screams, don't let him go.

Those months had been the first time Kevin felt alive since the day Riko drew his last breath.

Kevin doesn’'t want to go back to the cold. The cold that came with Riko, with the Ravens. There’s no reason to expect that, considering the boy's death.

But he doesn't deserve any better than that, does he?

Maybe he’s comfortable in that uncomfortable cold by now. Maybe the warmth alienated him- made his skin crawl. Maybe Jeremy had been too warm and cozy. Maybe he had burned and suffocated the boy. Maybe Kevin longed for the cold again. Longed for keeping his head down. Maybe he just-

Kevin turns when he hears Jeremy at the door. He sighs. He isn't disappointed that the boy has joined him, just sorry that the boy feels he has to.

"Is this yours?"

The darker haired boy holds up a sky blue sweater. Of course it’s Jeremy's, it’s far too colourful. Jeremy doesn't mean to display his personality through his outfits, through his colourful wardrobe, but he does. Plain and simple. As does Kevin, and his closet matches, akin to an infinite abyss of darkness.

Jeremy nods, and then walks forward to take it from Kevin's hands, folding it gently.

"I called you, but you didn't answer, so I called Andrew, and then your dad. They said you weren't answering your phone at all."

His voice is worried, more worried than Kevin deserves. He had dumped him, for fuck sake. Jeremy had cried.

"Figured you could use some help, though."

He started to tidy the things Kevin had put on the bed into piles, trying his best to start a normal conversation. Kevin doesn't really feel much like talking.

So he doesn’t. Not a word passes through his lips. He listens, though. He keeps back the tears he feels coming on, he keeps back the apologies and everything. He just wants silence. He wants to be alone and to be cold, freezing even.

Jeremy isn't willing to let it rest, though. He helps Kevin to sort through his own things too, before pausing as he picks up his own Trojans hoodie that Kevin had all but stolen.

"Do you want to keep this? It doesn't feel right to take it."

"It's yours," says Kevin blankly. "You can take it if you want."

He doesn't want it. Honestly, he wants everything about Jeremy to just stop existing. He wants Jeremy to live a good life and not have it be tainted by Kevin Day. Jeremy bites his lip, and then put it with Kevin's things anyway before moving on.

"I said you can take it, Jere."

"I don't want it, I gave it to you." He shrugs and then shoots him a smile. "The Trojans are your favourite team, Kev."

It’s unfair, really, how Jeremy's smile could make his stomach flip over. Kevin lets his face drop before he nods. "Okay, fine."

Maybe now that he'd gotten used to warmth, he'd freeze to death in the cold.

Jeremy thinks back to all the memories they'd made between these four walls. All the deep conversations, all the opening up and the emotional bonds formed between them growing and growing. Why did it have to end? If not sorrow, Jeremy is filled with confusion. Why did Kevin dump him? Was he not happy? Was he too ugly for him? Why, why, why did he have to be so cruel?

Was it because of exy? Because they weren't on the same teams, maybe because Kevin wasn't a Trojan. Was that it?

Was it a lie, every time Kevin said he loved him?

Jeremy doesn't know how he’s going to cope. He'd gotten used to the boy's smell, sharing the boy's clothes. How he curled up awkwardly, how he walked around barefoot. He likes Kevin's cooking. He likes Kevin's baking- he loves Kevin's scones. Living with the boy had been like a dream.

But now, he supposes, he is awake.

He’s been shaken out of this blissful dream back to the nightmare of reality. The loneliness. Sure, he has the team. But he doesn’t have Kevin. And right now, he'd kick the team to the curb if it meant understanding how Kevin Day thought.

On the outside, it looks like Kevin doesn't understand that they had just broken up after not only being together for months and months, but that they'd lived together. They'd moved into an apartment together.

Just… why?

Jeremy must have been staring for too long, because Kevin furrows his brow. "What?"

For some reason, Kevin is excited to be single again. More likely he’s making himself excited. Forcing himself to be. Breaking up had been his idea, though. He doesn't deserve Jeremy, not in the slightest. That’s what he has to keep reminding himself.

"Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Us."

There’s no more us. If there’s a word for the past tense of us, that's what we are. We were, and now we are not. Kevin wants to say the words, knows how badly they'll hurt. Maybe then Jeremy will leave him alone. He deserves it.

"Why?"

Jeremy sighs. He shouldn't talk about it. He should let it die. He should talk about it with his friends, he shouldn't try to ignite somthing again. Why should he bother?

"Because I don't want us to be over, Kev."

Kevin sighs. Most of him doesn't either. But most of him isn't logical. Most of him doesn't take into an account what a shitstain he is. How terrible of an influence he is on people. The drinking is too much already, and unbeknownst to Jeremy he's taken up smoking recently too.

Kevin finished packing his bags and snaps the last suitcase closed. He heaves them to the next room, leaving Jeremy unanswered for a few minutes. Jeremy lingers in the doorway, not letting Kevin out of sight.

"You'll be glad you got rid of me."

That would initiate an argument. Kevin knew it. That's why he said it. And now it's out there, words floating about. You'll be glad.

Jeremy feels guilty. Was it something he'd said?

"Was it something I said? Or is it just the self deprecation?"

Kevin shakes his head. "Neither. It's just the truth."

"So that's it. You're leaving-?"

"That's it, Jeremy. Get over me."

Jeremy feels his heart finally snap.

"Get over you? How am I supposed to get over you, Kevin?'

Jeremy stomps past him, waving his hands in the air. "Oh, however will I get over Kevin Day! Oh my god, my life is forever ruined, the most important man in the universe has just dumped me! You're such a fucking narcissist, Kevin."

Kevin huffs. "Exactly. I'm a piece of shit."

Jeremy scoffs back at him. "That's not an excuse. You can't just say that you're an asshole to excuse your shitty behaviour. God, you're so immature."

"Yeah, I'm-"

"Say one more thing about how bad you are, Kevin, and I swear to god..."

Jeremy's face had gone red. Tears were out, now, streaming down his cheeks. He sniffles.

"I'm in love with you, regardless of how fucked up you are. God, fuck you, fuck you for being the one to break my heart, Kevin."

"Get out of my w-way."

Kevin tries to shove him out of his way, but Jeremy holds his ground. "Just tell me why. Really, give me the real reason. What did I do?"

The raven-haired boy just shakes his head. "You did nothing. You were perfect. You are perfect. And I'm just not."

Jeremy shakes his head, crossing his arms. "That's not fair, I- I want to be with you. Are you waiting for me to beg, because I'm not going to beg."

"I don't want you to beg-"

"Then what do you want?!"

Kevin hates this. He hates how rough this has to be. But it's how it has to be.

This is just short term fucked up, right? This is lick your wounds, you're fine, fucked up, right? Kevin would be doing more damage sticking around.

"I want you to get out of my way."

And Jeremy does.

"Don't come back," he mumbles.

"I won't."

"Don't call me in two weeks, crying, begging me to take care of your sorry drunk ass."

"I won't."

Kevin places a hand on the door frame. It's cold now, too. He pulls his bags behind him.

"Bye."

#kevin day #jeremy knox #kevin x jeremy #aftg #tfc #fic rec #this fic is so good!!!! #super sad but really really great

[goforwardgreenwriter-blog]

The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 51 - 53

Sorry these have been coming out a little later than usual, I was sucked into a Nuzlocke playthrough.

Eyllwe’s coast was burning. For three days, they sailed past village after village. Some still burning, some only cinders. And at each of them, Aelin and Rowan had labored to put out those flames.

You get three guesses as to whose feelings over innocent people being burned alive are focused on. The first two don’t count.

Rowboat and the narrative splooge over how ~angsty and tortured~ Alien feels over Eyllwe being burnt and attacked, and how much she’s doing by staying on the ship and trying to put out the flames from there. Yawn. Maybe if Alien wasn’t a shitty character, I’d care.

Also there’s a rumor that Alien herself is starting these fires??? It probably won’t be important, it’s probably just for Alien to cry over so Rowboat can comfort her.

[Rowan]’d breathed [Aelin] in, and she knew he detected an answer to the question that had caused him to flee that morning on the ship. No, she was not carrying his child.

Oh great, this is returning. SJM uses this to briefly describe a sex scene between Rowboat and Alien where Alien reveals she’s not taking anything to prevent pregnancy. I mean, well, where would she get that on a medieval ship?

And then [Aelin] had explained that if she’d inherited so much of Mab’s Fae blood, she might very well have inherited the Fae’s struggle to conceive. And even if the timing was horrible … if this was to be the one shot she had of providing Terrasen a bloodline, a future … she would not waste it.

UMMMM WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ.

It literally explains after this Alien didn’t ask Rowboat if he wanted to have kids. She is literally using him to have sex with in an attempt to have children without his consent. WHAT THE FUCK. THIS IS NOT OKAY!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT CONSENSUAL OR HEALTHY!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, but since Alien is a woman and Rowboat is a man, it’s suddenly okay???? WHAT THE FUCK AM I READING

So aside from that extremely horrifying implication, the gang makes it to the Stone Marshes and Manon has to say goodbye to Abraxos, since he’d be too noticeable on the marshes. I cry.

Manon swallowed hard. “You saved my life. Many times. I never thanked you for it.” Abraxos let out another low whine. “You and me,” she promised him. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”

I can’t believe a bloodthirsty witch and her pet wyvern are the only two characters I care about on this entire ship besides Gav. Despite SJM trying to ruin Manon’s character, she and Abraxos still deserve better.

Manon tears up that red cloak from her half sister she killed and uses it to tie her hair back, before chucking the rest of it into the sea. SJM can’t resist the urge to then make it all about Alien’s feefees.

Aelin Galathynius said quietly, “You never stop seeing their faces.” It was only when they were rowing for the shore, spindrift soaking them, that Manon realized the queen hadn’t meant the Thirteen. And Manon wondered if Aelin, too, had watched that cloak floating out to sea and thought it looked like spilled blood.

Manon just had to cope with the idea her Thriteen might be dead and it’s all about Alien feeling upsetti some country people she’s never met died. adhjgfjah I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s all fine.

Next chapter opens up with Lorass and Elide on their journey to find Alien. Lorass says that the dark god himself Hellas is guiding him or some shit...? I don’t really care. They’re off the boat and come across a place that got fucked up by something.

Indeed, the hair on his arms had risen, every instinct on alert as he scanned the marshes, the ruins, the brambles, and thick foliage that had choked some of the islands. Even the god of death halted his nudging and ducked behind Lorcan’s shoulder.

You.. just spent several paragraphs splooging about the connection between the god of death and Lorass and how badass it is, and now you’re saying the god of death is cowering behind Lorass. SJM, you’re killing me I hope you know. You’re killing me.

“What is inside these marshes?” [Elide] asked instead. “Why is Aelin headed into them?” (...) “I don’t know,” [Lorcan] admitted. “No towns or outposts exist anywhere nearby.” Yet this was where the dark god had led him—and where that hand still pushed him to venture, even if it quaked.

I’m tired. Have a reaction image to sum up my feelings.

They travel for a couple of days across the marshes. One night, Elide hears some spoopy noises, so she asks Lorass to tell her about Maeve.

“Do you love her?” Those eyes, darker than the gaps between the stars, slid to her. “I have been in love with Maeve since I first laid eyes on her.”

Maeve treats all of you like servants, and in some cases slaves, and has no real affection for any of you. You’re her soldiers, and she’s not exactly a caring queen. Why are you all in love with her? Is it because she’s hot?

Elide’s like “uhh that doesn’t sound like love at all” and Lorass gets all pissy. Lmfao he’s just angry because she’s right.

“I think love should make you happy,” Elide said, remembering her mother and father. How often they had smiled and laughed, how they had gazed at each other. “It should make you into the best possible version of yourself.”

Funny how SJM understands this........ but writes Ratlin as posessive and abusive assholes to each other and has Alien not ask Rowboat for consent.... *thinking emoji*

tl;dr Elide kisses him and Lorass decides to make out with him. I’m not... horribly offended as I am with Ratlin, it’s just kinda a dumb ship with no chemistry, but hey, I’ll take that over the pile of dogshit that is Ratlin.

Lorass is about to slide into second base when he hears a bunch of Ilken arriving, and it’s implied they’re coming for Alien. I feel bad for how short this review is at the moment, so let’s keep going to chapter 53.

Two days into the endless labyrinth of the Stone Marshes—two, not the day and a half that gods-damned Rolfe had suggested—Aelin was inclined to burn the whole place to the ground.

Oh no, one half of a day more than his estimate... stop being such a whiny lil shit, Alien.

[Aelin] kept the [insects] away with a shield of invisible flame, revealed only by the zinging as they slammed into it. She might have felt bad, had they not tried to eat her alive the first day here.

Why would you feel bad for killing insects? They’re bugs who could possibly be carrying diseases. So Alien feels bad for killing dangerous insects, but not some of Rolfe’s people?? Lmfao you are so full of shit, SJM.

[Fenrys] could no doubt leap the gaps between the islands in wolf form, as could Gavriel. Why they bothered staying in Fae form was beyond [Aelin].

Ok, so like... why are they staying in Fae form, then? Also, that wording implies that Gav also has a wolf form, which he does not, he shifts into a lion.

Lysandra and Fenrys lowkey flirt with one another over their brands or some shit? Skipping this like my life depends on it tbh.

Dorian and Manon hauled themselves onto the bank below, dripping wet

But did they haul their asses onto the bank? This is important information the world needs to know, SJM!

Aedion, seated beside [Aelin], passed the too-light skin of wine. She swigged from it, glad for the sour slide that washed away any lingering taste of the meat.

Oh my god... they drink wine instead of water? This explains so much about these books. Corrected by @kittyinhighheels that this is actually historically correct! Thank you for correcting me on that.

Anyways, some swamp beast attacks them out of the blue, aiming for Manon, but Dorito stops it with his ice magic.

But Aelin looked back at Rowan, holding his stare. How convenient that your shield vanished right as that thing waddled up. What an excellent opportunity for a magic lesson. What if it had gone wrong? Rowan’s eyes glittered. Why do you think the hole opened up by the witch?

So Rowboat was willing to risk  Manon’s life - and possibly others - in order to... shoehorn in a magic lesson for Dorito? Nope. This was an excuse for Dorito to save Manon, and you all know it.

Apparently, the amulet Alien carries is an entirely different symbol and meaning in the witches’ culture. That’s actually kinda cool, I like it. Manon tells the story of Rhiannon Crochan and how she cursed the other witches before she died. It’s pretty neat; SJM really should’ve cut out the Alien bullshit and kept the series about the witches.

Later on, the male Fae fuck off to have a private conversation.

Gavriel said, “You should take Aelin a thousand miles from here. Tonight.” A wave of [Rowan’s] magic and honed instincts told him all was safe in the immediate vicinity, calming the killing rage he’d slipped into at the thought.

Jeeeeeeeeeeeesus, Rowboat. I get wanting to protect your loved ones but he gets such a fucking raging anger at the thought of anyone near Alien and it’s so fucking gross.

Fenrys points out the similarities between Manon and Alien, like they’re both have different sides of heritage, both lsot queens, etc. Yeah, but you also forgot that Alien is a raging selfish asshole and Manon isn’t, so.

Fenrys breathed, “Maeve will not allow herself to lose. Already, she’s replaced you.” Rowan whirled on Gavriel. “Who.” Those lion’s eyes darkened. “Cairn.”

Why do you care? This is treated as a big reveal when A) Lorass already told us about this dude, and B) Of course Maeve would replace you after you left.

Cairn … No amount of training, both off the battlefield and on it, had ever broken the Fae warrior of his penchant for cruelty. Rowan had locked him up, flogged him, disciplined him, wielded whatever shred of compassion he could muster in himself … nothing. Cairn had been born savoring the suffering of others.

Oh, of course he’s a one dimensional evil bad guy, too. SJM doesn’t know what nuance means.

For Maeve not to have given either male a gag order through the blood oath

I had to read that, so you do too.

Apparently Maeve wants Lorass dead because he and Rowboat are the msot powerful males in the world. Hnnnnnnnngh and as if that gushing isn’t bad enough, Fenrys literally asks Rowboat to kill him if Maeve makes him kill Alien.

Alien is such a goddamn Mary Sue, literally every character loves her and kisses her ass and those who hate her are villainized to hell and back. I’m so tired.

“I’m glad, you know,” Fenrys said with unusual graveness, “that I got this time. That Maeve unintentionally gave me that. That I got to know what it was like—to be here, as a part of this.” Rowan didn’t have words, so he looked to Gavriel. But the Lion was merely nodding as he stared down at the little camp below. At his sleeping son.

F-fuck... this got to me. Gav and Fenrys deserve better and they better not die I swear to god.

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti sjm #anti tog #anti eos