Rereading SJM Books

well @chloegong we called it

BUT JULIETTE AND ROMA MONTAGOV 😭🥹😩

Best thing I’ve seen this week is a video of Rebecca Yarros talking about how Xaden knew all the filthy thoughts Violet was having about him in Fourth Wing because of his second signet, and that there are several moments in Onyx Storm when he’s like “yeah I remember you thinking that”

It’s so beautiful I wish they would’ve gotten together

House of Sky and Breath Ending Spoilers:

im loving the height difference 😂

𝗥𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱, “𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

𝗔𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻. 𝗪𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗮𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗱, 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴.

This exquisite Rowaelin piece was commissioned with @mistilteinnart whose work always takes my breath away 🤍 (link to post here)

Me: I have no fears!

The fandom: Hunt could be the next “Tamlin”

Me: ...I have one fear.

Of Talons and Light | ACOTAR Fanfiction

Chapter Five

It was about as close to winnowing as chopping off one’s hand was to clipping a hangnail. The black noise dissipated gradually, and Feyre found herself hunched on the ground, gasping and trembling and doing her best not to vomit onto the gleaming marble biting into her knees and palms. She heard Nesta nearby in much the same condition.

Their ragged breaths echoed off the glossy smooth walls and floors and pillars, all just planes of white in her periphery as she drew her focus inward. On not being sick. On staying whole. The jasmine-scented breeze helped, cooling her face and calming her stomach. An eternity later, the shaking stopped. Her battering pulse slowed, and her vision cleared. As Feyre finally lifted her face to take in their surroundings, she nearly cried.

The Moonstone Palace. They’d made it.

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the first time i listened to bejeweled and there's this part where it goes "familiarity breeds contempt so don't put in the basement while I'm in the penthouse of your heart"

and then i was doing homework so only half listening and i heard

"familiarity breeds contempt so fuck me in the basement while I'm in the penthouse of your heart" and i was like HOLD UP taylor what happened--

@taylorswift @taylornation

I don't think sjm did any other interviews from 2021~ now (or if she did it's not public so I can't see it) and since I've only first read acotar during January of last year and only acosf and hosab came out when I was actually a part of the fandom, I've never actually seen any of sjm's interview until this recent one with Katherine Webber and I have to say.. the way sjm haters villainize sjm one would think sjm is some kind of heartless psycho that 1. purposely created Danika Fendyr solely to be used as a plot device because she's dead 2. purposely designed Rhys and Feyre to be selfish rulers who will be the doom of Velaris 3. purposely made Feyre such an irresponsible mother and ruler 4. purposely made Rhysand such a manipulative and irresponsible ruler 5. purposely made nesta such a evil and uncaring person not even bothering to redeem her (you all, nesta's human, she makes mistakes and it's not always okay but that doesn't make her an evil person who doesnt deserve a second.. well fine maybe third... chance) 6. purposely killed the thirteen (this one's a joke you people who take everything so literally) 7. purposely made Rhys and Feyre seem so heartless they could have sex when people are dying (bro it's supposed to be romantic not a personal attack on the dying people 🙄 it's supposed to symbolize how "people in find hope in others [in sex, yes] during the hardest times" 8. purposely created the IC as a toxic enviorment and toxic family who "keeps things from each other" and "don't trust and open up to each other" (eg: Mor not being willing to admit she's gay, telling feyre her preganacy can kill her WELL IF YOU WERE IN THEIR POSITION YOU PROBABLY WOULD DO THAT SAME THING) 9. purposely made Bryce curvy without "proper representation" because she's fatphobic 10. purposely didn't give any of her characters god forbid THERPY and had them magically get better (you all fun fact no one believes in therapy where i live and im suicidal but obviously im not dead yet and probably also less messed up than HALF of you sjm haters so one doesnt require therapy to get over trauma or to just... not be dead✨) 10. purposely gave Rhys and Feyre power (and from one of the acotar hate chain I quote) "so they can fucking waste it" 11. purposely had Nyx conceived out of fear (not true but I'll humor you all)

I could go on and on and on but i think this sufficient don't you? You all, acotar and tog and cc are books. in a world designed by a single human. characters have flaws, it doesnt mean they're horrible people, it doesnt mean the AUTHOR is a horrible person or transphobic or fatphobic or anti lgbtq.

also note that before every single point there is a "purposely" as in the things these characters do maybe arent totally correct, but it isn't done because of "problematic intensions"

I don't think SJM is problematic. she's human like any of us, and that means she has her own viewpoints or writes about things she finds acceptable but you don't. that doesnt make her a bad person or a problematic author.

The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other. 

 Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

 Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing. 

 Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade. 

 The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.