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Greenhouse reading nooks 🌱
“Rhodes. I did miss you, you know.”
- “The Atlas Complex” by Olivie Blake
how’s the weather, Parks?
Sometime after Jude is revealed to be Cardans wife and she’s unconscious
Cardan: that’s my wife
Someone: but sir she tried to kill you
Cardan: that’s how she flirts
Someone: she made you king without your permission
Cardan: that was a miscommunication
Someone: she murdered your brother
Cardan: every couple has issues
Boy who falls in love with girl after she beats the shit out of him gotta be one of my favorite dynamics fr
its one of those days where all i want to talk about is magnolia parks
i truly will Not Rest until everyone feels the pain of reading Magnolia Parks, like i will drag you all to hell with me !
One thing about Kaz is that instead of thinking “I don’t deserve her” he went “I will work on myself to deserve her” Bro is a simp, not a quitter.
A Court of Silver Flames book dedication: climb the mountain
Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie: *climb the mountain*
People who suddenly care about realism in faerie books:
Five books of unrealistic faerie nonsense and you want to draw the line at the Valkyries winning the blood rite? Interesting
“𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳.”
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦. “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘹. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.”
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝙾𝚏 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝙿𝚐. 𝟹𝟾𝟷
🎨: @kotikomori
Commissioned by me
𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏. 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏 𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉.
Cardan at QoN trial: The love of my life!! My wife!!! She’s back!!!!
Jude: well well well if it isn’t Elfhame’s fakest son of a bitch
When i say enemies to lovers i do not mean “rude to each other to lovers” I need atleast 2.5 murder attempts
“Write me a tragedy, Lev Fedorov,” she whispered to him. “Write me a litany of sins. Write me a plague of devastation. Write me lonely, write me wanting, write me shattered and fearful and lost. Then write me finding myself in your arms, if only for a night, and then write it again. Write it over and over, Lev, until we both know the pages by heart. Isn’t that a story, too?” she asked him softly.
He hesitated. “This isn’t the story I wanted for us.”
“It never is,” replied Sasha, who knew better.
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy
Three words could put me into Mental health hospital “Masha. My Masha”