for the love of god if another rhys stan asks me why i continue to read a series where i loathe the main character, i’m gonna scream. first, flopsand isn’t the main character, feyre is, put some respect on her name, i know it must be difficult for you. second, though i enjoy it very, very much (it keeps me youthful, same effectiveness as the blood of a virgin) hating riceman is not the only thing abt acotar i enjoy. see here my deep adoration for two certain sisters, a quiet fondness for a fox boy, and a budging interest in said fox boy’s brother. i plan on reading crescent city so i can understand the third book, in which i can guarantee sjm will write reese withoutaspoon doing something unsurprisingly misogynistic or saying something mind-numbingly idiotic, acts of which i can add to my carefully curated list of “Things I Would Ecstatically Hit That Purple-Eyed Grandpa In His Creaky Knees For (with a crowbar, joker style)”