Wait...did I Just Get Through 3 Whole YA Fantasy Novels In The Same Series Without Someone Important

wait...did I just get through 3 whole YA fantasy novels in the same series without someone important dying (and staying dead)...what is this feeling? You can write a YA book without killing someone I love? My world is altered...I have been lied to...all these authors causing me unnecessary pain--I--

why tf does fanart and auto fill google searches spoil every book like i’m just trying to get some visual context here and Y O U R E  S P O I L I N G   E V E R Y T H I N G more than even tumblr...i just-- *sobs*

Elain x Azriel: W.T.F.

SCROLLING THROUGH TUMBLR AND SEEING ELRIEL FANFICTIONS HAS ME SHOOK! 

Wait! People ship Azriel and Elain!? NO! WHAT!? WHY!? Lucien deserves the happiness and purity Elain will bring to his life (they're totally end game) and what is the whole mating bond for then!? I know the bond can be rejected but-- but-- but-- THEN WHAT ABOUT MOR!? 500 years of sexual tension for what!? 

 Azriel just emits big brother vibes towards Elain...just why tho... I get they cling to each other but it's a protective soul bond (IK THAT SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE WHAT THE MATING BOND IS BUT NO) just-- like calls to like and--*stunned silence* I have never hated any ship more in. my. life.

LET ME RECAP:

Yes.

Yes. That was cute. That was adorable. That is what they are.

This, however:

( @nouketou : art credit) 

beautiful art piece BUTTT HELL NO!!! WHAT THE FRICKITY FRICK FRACK!

*ONLY 3/4 OF THE WAY THROUGH ACOWAR SO DONT SPOIL JUST A THOUGHT*

I have broken promises. But do not think, They did not hurt me, As much as they hurt you.

I never thought I would break a heart

"That sounds like a terrible idea."

"I wasn't aware that there were any other kind."

I hate Tamlin as much as the next person, I swear, but can we just take a quick sec to remember he plays the fiddle? I'm not asking you to forgive his sins...just to think about this half beast half man playing the fiddle...

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He had once mentioned that he would have liked to be a travelling minstrel if not a warrior or a High Lord—now, hearing him play, I knew he could have made a fortune from it.

I shouted over the music, “I don’t need a keeper!” I wanted to spin and spin and spin. “No, you don’t,” Tamlin said, never once stumbling over his playing. How his bow did dance upon the strings, his fingers sturdy and strong, no signs of those claws that I had come to stop fearing … “Dance, Feyre,” he whispered. So I did. 

Through it all, Tamlin and his musicians played such joyous music that I didn’t think the world could contain it all. I sashayed over to him, my faerie lord, my protector and warrior, my friend, and danced before him. He grinned at me, and I didn’t break my dancing as he rose from his seat and knelt before me in the grass, offering up a solo on his fiddle to me. 

Yes, I see the toxicity in the words woven in. I do, but do we remember? When all was good a pure? Even for just a moment? Because Tamiln played the damn fiddle?