Tamlin The Tool (Part 2)

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1)

Feyre: I want to paint with you, Tamlin.
Tamlin: Really? *eyes light up*
Feyre: Yes. I want to paint all the walls of this house with your blood.

Roasted!

2)

Nesta let out a low laugh. "If you want someone to blame for all of this," she said to Tamlin, "perhaps you should first look in the mirror." ~A Court of Wings and Ruin

Roasted!

3)

Tamlin: *kicks Rhys*
Rhys: *punches Tamlin*
Feyre: Help! Emergency! Two guys are fighting over me!
Emergency: And what's your emergency?
Feyre: The mean golden bastard is threatening to harm me if the other wins!

4)

Tamlin: If you love me and you know it clap your hands
Feyre:
Rhysand:
Cassian:
Amren:
Azriel:
Mor:
Lucien:
Nesta:
Elain:
Tamlin: *clap clap*

5)

TAMLIN'S POEM:

Ah, there he is.
That motherfucker.
What a tool.

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