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BASS & BUBBLEGUM [POPSTAR!Y/N AU] - PART FOUR

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summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.

word count: 3,594

warnings: none that i know of

author’s note: i like this series so far!!! but tbh this part felt so rushed im creasing at my badd grammar but anyways i feel like i made y/n into an asshole lol uhhhhh enjoy??!!?? (i still dont know how to end these things)


A good night’s sleep is what usually prevented you from short temper. When your management told you that you could have a five-month break from touring to write your songs for the next album, you were ecstatic. Especially since this meant you could sleep as long as you want on most days of the week.

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I combined the two, haha. I only ship Ry with Alistair, but the line fits Zev more XD I’m not really sure how to put Rythlen and Zevran’s relationship into words any more than I have, but I hope this explains it (or part of it) because I still have trouble expressing stuff. 

how do you silence the voice in your head that tells you you’re a talentless hack and everything you write is garbage asking for a friend

cute things

it’s more or less pouring rain outside in the middle of the afternoon. Person A, who has just come down with a cold, is sitting in bed with their duvet around their shoulders and a warm cup of tea in their hands. Even though it’s cold outside, they’re warm, but they can’t help but feel lonely.

Lucky for them, there’s a knock on the door before Person B enters and steps in, soaking wet. They make their way into A’s room despite the fact that puddles are forming wherever they walk. A isn’t expecting such a treat and is even more surprised by the take away bag they have in their hands. “Hey, darling,” B says with a smile, still dripping wet and voice thick with congestion. “I brought you your favorite s-soup..Heh… Hh'ItGSsh! Snff! Ugh. And I think I’ve caught your cold.”

Smiling softly, A pats the spot next to them tells B to get changed and then climb into bed for some much needed cuddling. A decides to apologize for getting B sick whenever they’re done changing into A’s extra clothes, and happily thinks about how theyre in for a nice rainy day of conjoined sick cuddling

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I headcanon Bokuto to be the type of person who is a literal furnace and wears T-shirts all year round, whereas Akaashi has perpetually cold hands.

Today’s edition of fics I won’t be writing is brought to you by Dan Stevens as the Beast in Beauty and the Beast because naturally, that makes me want a Beauty and the Beast/Downton Abbey AU (inspired in part by Matthew Crawley’s story on Downton Abbey).

The Beast would be a spoiled young man who is heir to a vast, old estate just before World War I. In addition to being spoiled, he’s boorish and has no respect for the servants or the townfolk.

But even the heir to the Duke of Gascony can avoid the call to arms when war erupts, not if he wishes to keep his family’s good name intact. So he goes to war, where he continues his spoiled, ill-tempered ways.

And maybe it’s karma, maybe it’s a curse, but a shell explodes in his trench and leaves him grievously wounded. Not only is his face hideously scarred, but his back is broken, and the doctor tells him that not only will he never walk again, but he’ll never sire children.

Understandably, when the Beast returns to his home, he is not the same monster he was before; if anything, he’s worse. Less purposefully cruel, maybe, but a withdrawn shell of himself. And when his father tells him on his deathbed that his dying wish is for his son to somehow find someone to make him happy, the Beast goes into a deep depression, knowing that he has nothing now to offer nor any way to secure a proper arrangement. He fires most of the staff and isolates the few who remain from the nearby village.

When Belle arrives in the village, she is an odd girl, but not because she likes to read (though she does) or because she invents the precursor to a washing machine, but because she is nobility as well – a second daughter of a minor baron, to be sure, but nobility nonetheless, and one who has rejected the trappings of nobility, who skips her season and presentation at court and has zero intention of being pulled back into the world of the nobility, rejecting every suitor who pursues her.

But when the Duke of Gascony issues a formal invitation for her to join him for tea, not even she can refuse.

So she goes, only to find that it was not the duke who invited her, but his valet, and the duke is less than pleased to see her. He’s rude and curt and Belle is unafraid to tell him so. So the Beast orders her out. Not just out of his home, but out of the village. And Belle, who unflinchingly meets his gaze despite his now scarred face, tells him, “No.”

And the Beast is furious, and punishes her the only way he can: he invites her to stay at his estate during her time in the village, which leaves Belle held captive by propriety, as refusing the duke’s offer would be a grave offense, one not even she is willing to commit, if only for the sake of her family.

Thus she stays, and thus the story goes: Beast falls in love with Beauty, and Beauty with Beast, and there are servant shenanigans both downstairs and up, set against the changing landscape of the 1920s, and the Beast tries to send her away when he realizes his feelings, because she deserves to be with someone whole and healthy and everything she deserves.

But again, she refuses.

There’s no curse to break here, no enchantress to set him free from his injuries. But Belle’s love is still transformative, for while his scarred face will always remain, and while children may never be in their future, the Beast, with Belle’s love, is truly a beast no more. He becomes a philanthropist, donating much of his family’s money. He also opens the estate and allows the servants more time to spend in the village and they throw a ball for the whole county and Belle wears a yellow flapper dress because yasss.

And most importantly, they live happily ever after.

Until he dies in a car crash just when they’re finally happy #stillbitter

idk the idea of Downton Abbey Beauty and the Beast just makes me happy.

That previous text post I just reblogged reminded me that two days ago, I dreamed that I met the man I was going to marry. I saw his face and everything (He was so cute lol but of course, I should think he’s cute, I’m marrying him). So, like idk if it’s some kind of weird sub-conscious stuff that I want to marry already lol. But yeah, I still picture that guy’s face regularly. Maybe it ends up coming true and I end up marrying a guy that looks like him. 

Eris confuses the hell out of me. Usually I can tell where Maas might be going with a plot ploy, but in regards to his character I truly haven’t a damn clue. Frankly he doesn’t deserve a redemption arc after the way he’s treated Lucien, Mor and countless others. Just because he showed some concern and enlightenment during the meeting scene in acowar doesn’t mean he’s suddenly forgiven for all the times he was an abusive asshole. How can we go from “Eris can die” to “Eris is only wearing a mask” from a single scene? Sure he might have helped Lucien escape, but he was part of the reason his brother had to leave in the first place. It’s called guilt. Not compassion. The only thing I can accept him doing in the next books would be if he helped his mother claim the throne, because he can’t be the one to do it. It would be as if Beron never died if Eris took control. 

I wanted so badly for Lucien to have at least one brother who cared about him. I’ve mentioned this countless times before the final book’s release. But Eris? Hell no. It should have been one of the others. 

So hear me out: Eris reaches out to Lucien and apologizes sincerely for all that he’s done and explains why he did those deceptive things. Then they plot with their other siblings and kill their father. (Beron and Keir should have died, if we’re on the topic of asshole fathers.) We know from previous accounts that the High Lord’s power will transfuse to whomever it deems most worthy of being heir, but let’s say that Lucien inherits the power regardless of also being the lone heir to Helion. Lucien would then transfer his power to the only person in that bloodline who deserved it aside from him: his mother. The Lady of Autumn then becomes the High Lady of Autumn and rules without any Lord. She reigns in her sons, gives them “grounding” they’ve earned, and essentially tells them they better act the fuck up or so help her Cauldron she’ll send them to ward the Prison for a decade. Perhaps that’s what I’m most bitter about (okay, that’s a lie. There’s plenty to be bitter about). The fact that all this information about the Lady of Autumn was dumped on us and nothing was ever pursued or brought up again….which leads me to believe that we haven’t seen the last of her. The Lucien novella is definitely going to happen, so I only pray that Maas also incorporates this women into his story because she deserves the world after what was taken from her. 

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Cullen loves Rose unconditionally. But how does he…

This hadn’t occurred to me, but it makes so much SENSE. He would take pride in his uniform. He would know the material of his armor the same way he would know the material if his blade. And his armor is psychological as well as practical.

fleurdeliser

said: YES. I love that he is able to choose his own clothes for the first time since he was 13 (or possibly ever, considering his clothes were probably made FOR him) and THAT is what the chooses and it WORKS for him.

The more I think about it, the more important it seems to me. Cassandra asks him to be part of the Inquisition, certainly, but I never get the impression it’s because she wants him to do it for her. That’s not Cassandra’s style. She sees potential and says, “You. You with the potential. This job. You’re right for it.” It’s not one she wants, or she’d be doing it. We know he confides in her–she knows all about his past, she knows about who he was, she knows about what he hopes he might one day become. She knows his fears. He wants to be honest with her before he accepts the position. He wants her to know what she’s getting, by asking for him. And she still wants him to take the position, even knowing everything.

So, for some reason, the idea of him once again donning another organization’s already-existent uniform seems wrong. He’s not just a cog in the wheels of a vast, unknowable system this time. In spite of all the various “stand there and look pretty” jokes, I don’t think anyone involved with the Inquisition’s leadership actually believes he’s just there as eye candy. He stands at that war table as his own person, as an Advisor in his own right, and whether one agrees with his methods (I don’t think his actions at the war table are as wildly ‘no sweetie I won’t just hit it with a stick’ as fandom likes to make it out to be, either, frankly), they are his. He’s not there as any one other person’s voice; he’s not going to let himself be dressed up and ordered about the same way he spent his years in the Order. He’s not Leliana or Josephine or Cassandra’s puppet.

So, yeah, I don’t think anyone else dressed him. I think he chose his own uniform. And I think it’s important that he did.

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I have such a weird thing about being touched. I like touch and I like doing stuff like holding hands and snuggling but then sometimes the idea of it literally disgusts me to the point of minor nausea. I just don’t get what my deal is like what the hell. Like in practice it’s fine but thinking about it makes me feel trapped so I don’t get it. @ me why are you like this.