Acotarrrrr

thomas going from shop to shop to get the perfume audrey uses

audrey being protective of thomas all the time and not noticing until thomas calls her his hero

thomas buying audrey the one dress she commented on being pretty

audrey noticing the subtle shifts in his finger tapping to know when he's distressed

thomas' shameless, forward, but respectful, consensual flirting to which audrey simply reddens in reply-

them brushing their fingertips for comfort

"Beyond life, beyond death. My love for you is eternal" -Thomas Cresswell

Feyre doesn’t lean into the “not like other girls” stereotype because she genuinely likes things that aren’t traditionally feminine. In the books she literally comments on how she actually enjoyed dressing up and looking pretty when she had the chance to. She leans into the stereotype because her situation growing up forced her to.

This is also why people are so confused on her character growth from book one to book three. They actually believed that being “feral, masculine, and aggressive” is who Feyre was. They actually believed that Feyre was the typical “not like other girls” female character. They don’t understand that that’s who she HAD to be because of her environment. At her core Feyre is a soft person so of course we’re going to see more of that when she’s healing and surround by people who love and care about her.

✦Iɴɴᴇʀ Cɪʀᴄʟᴇ & Nʏx ✦

Hey, hello! I decided it would be fun to redraw the Inner Circle with baby Feysand. I made the first versions back in 2017. You can check the old version by clicking here.

"Feyre does nothing as High Lady"

I love to see delusional people talk about acotar when it's clear you haven't read the books. Because if you'd read the books you'd remember that their citizens love them, that Feyre spent entire time up to Winter Solstice helping their citizens, that she handles their budget, is very respected by other High Lords too

RHYS POV

They certainly weren’t connected to the Siphons , to the raw killing power most Illyrians possessed and channeled through the stones to keep from destroying everything in its path. The bearer included.

The bearer included? Like....the yielding? MHMMMMM

He was still in love with Feyre. I couldn’t blame him for it. Even if it made me want to rip out his throat.

I mean I have at least one thing in common with furryboy, I'm also deeply in love with Feyre

“No word on Bryaxis, I take it.”I peered toward the marble beneath my boots, as if I could see all the way to the library beneath this mountain and the now-empty lower levels that had once been occupied. Az studied the floor as well. “Not a whisper. Or a scream, for that matter.” - “Let Bryaxis enjoy the Solstice as well,” I said.

YESSS BRYAXIS ENJOY SOLSTICE BABE

I waved a hand, my mating band catching in the morning light. That I hadn’t heard from Feyre yet told me enough: still asleep. And as tempting as it was to wake her just to hear the sound of her voice, I had little desire to have my balls nailed to the wall for disrupting her sleep.

Thehehe as she should, I get her. AND HE'S SUCH A SIMP HE JUST WANTS TO HEAR HER VOICE

CASSIAN POV

“I’m Emerie. This is my shop now.” A line in the sand. And an unusual one. Cassian shook her hand, unsurprised to find her grip strong and unfaltering.

Yasssss we love Emerie in this house. Underrated queen

But the scars on Emerie’s wings, proof that she’d never taste the wind again … Half of him wished that Proteus were still alive . If only so he could kill the male himself.

FUCK PROTEUS IM GLAD HE'S DEAD

FEYRE POV

"I don’t know if I can do this." Rhys was quiet for a moment. "Do you want me to come with you?" - "To paint?" - "I’d be an excellent nude model."

Rhys knew she would say no but I don't doubt for a second that he would have joined her and just watched her paint 😭

I frowned down at the canvas tucked under one arm, the box of paints cradled in the other . Frowned toward the studio thirty feet away, the shadows thick between me and that golden spill of light. "I know what I want to do."

Yas honey, I'm so proud of you

And paint. Not paint itself, but the smell of it. I breathed in deep, feeling it settle into my bones, letting the quiet of the space settle, too.

The way that the smell of paint calms Feyre down is adorable

I didn’t want to do this first painting in front of others. I could barely do it in front of myself. It was enough to drive away any guilt in regard to ignoring Ressina’s offer to join her. I’d made her no promises.