The Acotar Fandom Is So Toxic Like There's Ignorance Of Characters' Trauma, Stupid Excuses For Characters'

Friendly Reminder that-

Chaol Westfall and Dorian Havilliard to Aelin Galathynius at some point.

I hope your December is filled with red scarves and spiced tea and fluffy blankets and fairy lights and late night movies like little women and home alone and evermore by Taylor Swift and Christmas songs and candles and pies and books and mistletoe and candycanes and snow and poetry and sunny mornings and love❤✨

“Did your wish come true?” // “I am not entirely certain yet.” // “You shall have to let me know,” Celia says. “I hope it does. I suppose in a way, I made the Wishing Tree for you.”

“I made a wish on this tree years ago,” Marco says // “What did you wish for?” Bailey asks, hoping it is not too forward a question // “I wished for her,” he says.

WILL I EVER RECOVER FROM THIS *SCREAMS*

The trope where a character has lots of scars and is given the opportunity to heal them but while the healer is doing their thing the character looks at a particular scar and goes "No, not this one." because it reminds them of something they survived will ALWAYS, ALWAYS SERVE😭

I think the way ruin and rising ends is really beautiful. Just hear me out lmao-

"They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things—if love can ever be called that." is such a gentle, peaceful ending. Yes, alina is a very strong character who should've gotten a life filled with more adventures. But in the end, she got to build something that meant the world to her. She got a quiet life after all the fighting and war was over. She deserved it. It's a realistic ending, because sometimes characters choose to rest and be happy and that's okay :).

DARKLINA RIGHTS THOUGH SMH

“Is he with her?” Otho asked.

“The Lady Lillian belongs to herself, and no one else.”

“So she’s not with him?”

“No.”

Otho shrugged. “That’s strange.”

“Why?” Chaol had the sudden urge to strangle him.

“Because it looks like he’s in love with her,” he said, and walked away.

~Throne of Glass, Sjm

Ayyo how are we all forgetting the women's rights movement of 2021 when our feminist icon rhysand chose not to tell his very pregnant wife that the birth would 100% kill her🤨🤨

He pretty much went around battling misogyny with his mountain shaking roars y'all could never-

NOTHING TRUER WAS SAID

Darklina is such a beautiful relationship, such an arresting one. The chemistry, the spiritual connection, the love and passion and power and understanding. The darkness to the light. The king to the queen. An eclipse representative of self actualization and equal and opposite principles, two people made powerless by the world coming into their own. Two lonely souls finding strength and a home in each other. A bond of mind and soul and heart, a breathtaking union.

It’s a compelling relationship and a stunning one. When I think of Darklina I think of a starry night sky. A boy afraid of the dark discovering sunlight. A girl ostracized by the world discovering acceptance. I think of the yin and yang. The concept yǒu yuán wú fèn. Soulmates destined for each other in every universe and every world, and yet tragically unable to connect in this one because they met too late. I think of harmony and I think of the chance for true understanding. I think of finding safety in the only other person in the world who will truly know you, an eternity with the one you love. I think of something transcendental and always.

I think Darklina is an amazing ship, and I think it’s worth examining and engaging with and loving, because it means so much more than people give it credit, and it’s fans love it for so many complex and inspiring reasons.

Malina is such a soft relationship, such a charming one. The history, the longing, the care and consideration and dedication and loyalty and love and sacrifice. The foundation of friendship and tenderness, of reaching for each other, meeting in the middle. Always holding hands, cradling pieces of each other’s souls, each other’s memories. Always inviting, never taking. Always searching, never hunting. The pining and adoration and want.

It’s a captivating relationship and a kind one. When I think of Malina I don’t think of a meadow, I don’t think of their scars. I think of the stag - Alina’s stag - who’s song Mal could hear. I think of how quickly he volunteered to go find it, how easily he recognized her drawing and knew the story behind her dreams. I think of them running together, side by side. I think of the warmth in their smiles, their joy at first seeing each other after time apart. I think of the sacrifices they’ve made to keep each other alive, always willing to give everything. I think of summer and a cool breeze. Of two children shunned by society finding solace and safety in each other. I think of something solid and supportive.

I think Malina is an amazing ship, and I think it’s worth exploring and finding comfort in and loving, because it has so many beautiful meanings and it’s fans love it for such dynamic and moving reasons.

Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle. His mother was a princess scholar, and his father was the most handsome, feared knight in all the land. As a boy, people would bring him everything he could ever dream of wanting. The most beautiful silk clothes, ripe fruit from the orangery.

At times, he was so happy, he felt he would never grow tired of being a prince. He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body. When he was small, his family would smile and laugh and say he would grow out of it one day. But as he grew, it stayed where it was, red and visible and alive. He didn’t mind it very much, but every day, the family’s fear grew that the people of the kingdom would soon notice and turn their backs on the prince.

His grandmother, the queen, lived in a high tower, where she spoke only of the other princes, past and present, who were born whole.

Then, the prince’s father, the knight, was struck down in battle. The lance tore open his armor and his body and left him bleeding in the dust. And so, when the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open too.

So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right.

Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years and who turned out to be the most mad sort of sorcerer, one who could conjure up things like gold and vodka shots and apricot tarts out of absolutely nothing, and the prince’s whole life went up in a puff of dazzling purple smoke, and the kingdom said, “I can’t believe we’re all so surprised.”