It’s Been Exactly Seven Days Today That I Started The Cruel Prince And I’ve INHALED Every Single

When I see "TFOTA", I don't read it as "The Folk of the Air"

I read it as "tuhfohtah"

What’s your core memory of watching the Lord of the Rings films for the first time because I will never forget how my extremely South Asian dad — during the emotionally climatic scene where Arwen is riding to the Havens and sees a vision of her son — paused, pointed, and said “Mashallah, Sister Arwen has accepted the hijab, alhamdulillah, praise be to god” and giggled for a good five minutes 😭

last time i shared this in a uni tolkien club someone called him a misogynistic fundamentalist because irl tolkien clubs are fucking deranged so please let me clarify that he was, in fact, joking.

how it feels to finish a book that permanently changed the trajectory of my life

no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder

Absolutely priceless to me that Jude only realised she's in Cardan's room in Hallow Hall because she saw his closet.

Like the school books did not raise any flags at all. Why wouldn't faeries that went to that place for nothing more than partying and getting high, have their homework spread out on the table?

But the second she laid eyes in that wardrobe she really went "No bitch dresses THAT extra even in Elfhame besides THAT ONE!"

Keep staying iconic Cardan✨️

QoN Ch.21

Cardan:

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

this website is too fucking easy you make a post about transgender gay sex or the skull and people black out and hit reblog

I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since