Yeah, this is sabotage

Gotta grab my entourage

They livin’ in my garage

These rats an infestation

Ratatouille, my main ho

Makes my dish with tomato

Diagnosed with polio

Got chemical castration

Stuart Little on some shit

Flexin’ in his fresh outfit

Damn, he got some frothy spit

My crew called Rabies Nation

Catch me walkin’ down the street

Pettin’ rats and beatin’ meat

Bite some bitches, rinse, repeat

Got no chance of salvation

Yeah, I’m rabid

Fuck with me and see what happens

That’s what I thought

Rat Gang out

From here on out this is how things are going to go. The forces from Wendlyn and The Silent Assassins should have joined with our troops. You will use them to fight Erawan, save the lands and all that cheesy shit. Last night I married Rowan, giving him the legal rite to become the King of Terrasen. Lysandra shall live as me from now on, to give our troops hope, as I can no longer fight along side you. By now I should have been captured by Maeve. I have no regrests in life. I had always known that it would end like this for someone like me. I mean, the last Queen of Terrasen raised as an assassin. Grew up to become the famed Celaena Sardothian, most feared assassin in all of Erilea, at the age of 17. I was never ment to be a queen. So please don’t come after me.

Dorian,

I would like for you to have all the books in my apartment above the wearhouse. Gods know none of the others would read them and at least you won’t let them go to waist. You have been my best and most trusted friends. You will make a great next king of Adarlan.

Lysandra,

I know we had a rough start when we were kids. I don’t think that I had ever appologised for throwing that knife at your head, and I’m still not going to. I’m glad that we came back together in the end. If only Sam could have seen us now. I realize that I have asked a lot of you but I know that you can handle, and the sea wyvern under that skincan surely handle Adeion in my stead.

Adeion,

I’m sorry that we were seperated for so long, if I would have known you were still alive and fighting for me I would have found a way to kill Arobynn sooner. It was my selfishness that drove me to forget what I was. I know that you forgave me, but I can’t stop feeling guilty for it. While I was off being an assassin and reading my books, you were working towards helping our people, and fighting with the bane. For that I am so sorry. I can only ask one more thing of you. Make sure that Buzzard doesn't get any funny ideas and try to rescue me. Throw him in the sea if that's what it takes.

Rowan,

Buzzard, Mate, Carranam, thank you. Thank you for walking out of the dark with me. Thank you for reminding me what it was like to be loved again. I know probably by know your raging with Adeion trying to come up with a way to rescue me, your new wife. As your new wife I am ordering you to shay the fuck away. I don't care if our mating bond says that I can't kill you, If you come for me your life is going to be hell. They need you to be the King of Terrasen. I need you to finish this fight, and do me a favor. Tell Gavriel to spend more time with Adeion, and tell Lorcan if he hurts Elide in the slidest way he'll have more than just twelve iron teeth witches on his ass.

Sincerely,

Alein Ashryver Galathynius

Characters from: Throne of Glass trilogy by Sarah J. Maas

“I need you inside of me,” he whined, desperation clinging to his words, “please, God, I need you.”

His hunger was unbearable, but still she forced him to watch while she finished- now visibly wet and dripping onto the counter. His desire grew insatiable with each moment. He wanted to succumb to his carnality, to have just one taste. She would punish him harshly, but even that was better than this agonizing wait. She was getting closer, and he wanted her to go faster- but to rush would ruin the satisfaction of waiting. Then, she was finished. The waffle iron beeped its monotone melody. He placed her onto the table, beside his coffee and a generous bottle of syrup.

“What a great breakfast,” he thought.