#highfae

I know some of my posts might come off like I hate Feyre. But the truth is: I don’t hate her. Well I don’t particularly love or like her either.

What I do hate are her actionsn and what was done to her.

When people say ACOMAF is their favorite book, I just can’t relate. For me, it’s the least favorite in the series. I went in expecting an epic love story. What I got instead was manipulation dressed as romance.

I’m a feminist. A loud one.

An aggressive one, even. And as a feminist, I can’t turn a blind eye to what happened to Feyre.

This is a teenage girl being mentally and emotionally manipulated by a centuries-old man known for his mind control. That’s not empowerment. That’s grooming.

You want me to believe that a woman who was sexually assaulted—a woman who was forced to wear body-revealing clothes for months, traumatized by it, is now suddenly fine doing the exact same thing willingly... for the same man?

I'm sorry, but that doesn’t track. She went from being his puppet to playing his perfect whore without any believable emotional recovery in between.

And in ACOWAR? That was the breaking point for me. She dragged an entire court, an entire people down!! out of nothing but stupid revenge!! The same citizens she claimed she wanted to help. To protect. To die for.

Then ACOSF sealed it. Rhysand hides a life-threatening pregnancy from her, controls everything, and she… forgives him? Just like that?

How can I convince myself this isn’t long-term mind manipulation? How can I watch this unfold and still call it love?

So no I don’t hate Feyre. I pity her.

Water-wraith from Acotar book series

- don’t imagine him flinging you over his back as you surge through the night, claiming that he would take you to see the stars. 

- don’t think that he would try his best to learn how to braid you hair, books and manuals spread in front of the vanity, as if braiding is like cracking a safe or solving an equation. 

‘Rhys, you go over the first strand-”

“WHICH STRAND?! There are so many strands and I’m getting cramps.’

- don’t you dare imagine him, growling like an animal if one (1) male or female tries to approach during feasts, parties, his grip down your waist tighter as people would automatically lean in to hear you better over the noise. 

- don’t imagine how he would take care of you after intense nights ;) don’t think he would wrap you under his arm, as you would laugh, cracking jokes, singing as you would slowly drift to sleep as his hands run through your hair. 

- don’t pretend like he would write in his hidden journal that you’re the only mortal that made him the happiest he’s ever been. 

- And most of all, don’t think he would write in neat letters, 

‘To my mortal love, 

You hold in your little hands, my heart. It is yours, only yours. 

The Beautiful Thief.

Feyre literally the moment she meets Rhys: