#i need to listen to the raven

[eros-ghoulette]

STOP!!!!!! HE HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU

[expelliarmus]

[barry-j-blupjeans]

it's important to me that pre/early stolen century and also early raven's roost (post-redaction) mangus is written as a little bit of an asshole. big guy who's so focused on doing/being right that doesn't realize that actually, he Is the problem

[elegyofthemoon]

you know what i'll put this here too BUT LOOK AT THEM.

STRIKE HAWWWWWK....

[blightedcrow]

"I thought I'd never see you again." "I can't believe... so much has happened. I don't know how to feel." "I do. I know exactly how to feel." "Just don't leave." "Never."

[hanzajesthanza]

the training montage in crossroads re-ignited a headcanon i had of geralt waking up and doing gymnastics, performing kickflips and mid-air spins around on a fencepost outside an hour before sunrise to ‘limber up,’ and bleary-eyed dandelion wrapping himself up in a blanket to be like "heyyy... what the hell are you doing 💖"

[call-me-chips]

Need to draw Lennabel au.

[gomzdrawfr]

anything to get some head pats and praises

[lessnearthesun]

DEPENDING ON WHERE YOU BEGAN THE STORY, IT WAS ABOUT NOAH CZERNY!!!!!!!

[biillys]

hi au where billy and max are child stars

neil auditioning billy for a (soon-to-be) beloved family sitcom as a baby, very mary-kate and ashley vibes, maybe billy getting the role for being the only baby not to cry during the auditions, and then putting him to work from basically day dot.

his mom doing her best to run interference and make sure he gets treated right, only letting him be on set for a few hours a week and making sure either herself or neil is always with him, but the older he grows and the more screen time he gets, the more the show runners and neil try and weasel their way for more time with him.

him turning five and the show airing it's fourth season, his parents marriage being over. his mom handing neil the divorce papers and walking out, then dipping her hand into his earnings (that neil has tied up in his own name) to try and buy them a future, trying to get full custody.

the divorce being messy and drawn out and public, neil having made her out to be the villain, the fans and magazines tearing her to shreds and writing headlines trying to shame her, saying she's a heartless bitch for trying to end her own child's career just as it's starting to take off.

billy getting caught in the middle, the separation and custody battle drawing out for years, him struggling to handle the fall out of his home life coming apart at the same time as the sitcom he grew up on comes to an end.

his life being a fucking mess by the time he turns eight.

having a little bit of free time then, technically being jobless. starting to explore other hobbies and interests now that he has some time and getting more into music and sports, begging for a guitar and a surfboard for his birthday, asking neil if he can join little league.

neil promising him one better, and instead, getting him auditions for disney, telling him the only thing better than playing the guitar, is playing the guitar for disney.

turning ten and being a series regular on an already airing disney show, but the execs and directors being so impressed by him that there's talks of him getting his own show.

part of him being excited, proud, but a bigger part of him being terrified.

being so scared to tell his mom cos he knows she'll cry. she used to run her fingers through his hair to lull him to sleep, hug him close and whisper about how she never wanted this life for him, how she's so sorry.

it becoming official and him getting his own show on disney.

him getting the news exactly one week after his mom walks out for good, his dad having finally won full custody, no visitation allowed.

him feeling sick to his stomach. he never thought she'd actually leave.

he never even got to tell her his news.

it not taking long for the shine of having his own show to wear off, the few things he was excited about starting to become a hassle.

starting to resent it.

hating it.

hating the lights and the cameras and the scripts and the running lines. the early mornings and the make up and the flights and the night shoots and the interviews and the press. hating the way he's always surrounded by adults, never having had an actual friend his own age in his entire life. that all the other kids he knows are pitted to him like rivals, there being always talk about ratings and viewers and timeslots. him not knowing what a friend without it being tied up in publicity and pr.

hating the fact that he has a sister on the show, but his dad and her mom end up getting close, and suddenly he's getting a step-sister in real life.

hating the way max only has to film for x amount of hours a day because she's a kid, but he has to film for longer, and thats on top of everything else he's gotta do, very miley cyrus sharing her schedule during her hannah montana years vibes.

him becoming a household name in his younger years from the sitcom, but disney cementing his fame, him being known by what feels like the entire world by the time he's in his teens.

growing up and getting into shit, experimenting with drugs and alcohol and sex, trying to find any and every escape he can. him and max always being on the outs in private, but being the picture perfect family in public.

neil being a controlling fucker, a true momager, has kris jenner on speed dial.

rebelling in every way he can, not giving a fuck what stories or pictures of him get leaked anymore, the press and public turning against him as he gets older.

his show ending and him expecting to finally feel free, except just becos the shows over, doesn't mean anything else is. suddenly the pressure starts feeling heavier, everyone asking him what he's got lined up next, if he's gonna straighten himself out, if he's gonna finally take his career seriously.

neil riding him, telling him to forget about whatever he wants to do, and do what he tells him to do instead. him having various commitments and auditions lined up for billy already, and billy being ready to end it all.

emancipating himself at age seventeen, cutting off contact with everyone.

going off the rails and living his worst life. catching the headlines and updates of maxine mayfield: now managed by neil hargrove, and shoving down the urge to call her and tell her to run, knows she won't listen to a thing he says any way. he was nothing but an asshole and a spoilt brat no good fuck up in her eyes anyway, neil making sure they never got close.

doing his best to go down the music route, feeling physically ill at the thought of acting again, but thinking maybe music could be the answer. he always liked it better. felt more comfortable with a guitar in his hands or a piano under his fingers than cameras and lights in his face.

the music industry being just as harsh and ruthless as the entertainment industry, him not getting taken seriously by anyone he needs to be taken seriously by, everyones expectations of him being so fucking high that he knows he'll never be able to meet them.

deciding he doesn't give a fuck about anything anymore, his life's never been his own to control or have any say over anyway. signing a five year contract with a well-known label, not writing a single song of his own or playing a single instrument aside from when they want him to trot out an acoustic set, and instead singing words richer people than him wrote and performing show after show after show, flying from country to country to country, barely fucking existing. the songs becoming chart toppers, like they were written to be, and selling out stadiums.

hitting rock bottom.

getting a wake up call from max of all people, her ringing to check he's still alive. him pulling the phone away to check this is an actual call and not a hallucination. putting the phone back up to his ear, asking why she's calling.

her saying happy birthday and billy realising he's turning twenty today.

them sitting in silence for a while before max finally cracks.

her telling him his dad's an asshole. billy laughing. no shit.

them hanging up, but max calling again, a month later, then again, a few weeks after that.

billy being hungover as fuck and having no idea what country he's in, but max is in a new movie, out in cinemas now, and it's a serious drama, it's fucking emmy nominated, so he calls the front desk of whatever hotel he's staying at and asks for directions to the closest cinema and before he knows it, he's going incognito, hoodie on, and watching her on the big screen, and she's so much better at acting than he ever was.

neil must be so goddamn pleased with himself.

too bad max sounds completely miserable everytime they talk on the phone.

he calls her instead of her calling him for the first time, opening the conversation with saw your movie, how much fucking overtime did you get for all those night-shoots?

before or after your dad took his cut?

billy laughs. he can't remember the last time he laughed.

ANYWAY. i was listening to robot by miley cyrus on repeat and!!!! child stars au!!!! them both being worked to the bone!!! hating each other becos they barely know each other cos they barely know themselves!!!! getting through their childhoods battered and bruised, billy coming out the other side first, max finally catching up to him a few years later. them both, one by one, cutting their parents out!!!! max taking the big screen by storm when she grows up, neil frothing at the mouth that he can't touch her money when she cuts him out!!!! billy never signing another contract again after his record deal ends, disappearing off the face off the earth!!!! slight the lucky one by tswift vibes!!!! idk!!!!!

[lazybakerart]

when they drop the big reveal that ronan's mom is from a literal actual dream but i'm still living forty pages back where ronan says he doesn't like lamps

[coconut530]

COME BACK TO MEEEEEEEEEEE LENOOOOOOORRRRREEEEEE😭😭😭😭😭

[lucifer-kane]

Thinking about David "His potential had pent up, simmering and boiling, and was now ready to explode with power and possibility." Adams

[truecorvid]

ok reading might be so fucking back this year

[art-o-gant]

what the fuck is the janissary motif doing in the new puppetshades. genuinely i. i've not stopped thinking about this. can anybody hear me

[mercysought]

( from weptduty ) APPROVAL + teaching asharen what they know about the vir'abelasan (he doesn't know a lot, since the magic part of it wasn't really his concern, but they were the primary guardian of the well for several millennia, so maybe they can help her)

approval + (prompt) // accepting // @weptduty @wepthonor

It surprised her, initially, that Abelas had been willing to talk to her.

It felt oddly clinical, the way that she felt her little notebook in her hand and the quill standing just by the edge of the desk. She had been looking forward to this moment, to this conversation, more than she would like to admit. The Well's effects had been lesser than she had initially expected, Solas' reaction seemed to be... for lack of a better word, an exaggeration but Asharen was not one to shrug off the advice of someone that had more knowledge of such magic than herself.

It felt, or at least everyone around her, reacted like it was only a matter of time until the dues came knocking on her door, demanding payment for the knowledge. Even if no knowledge had yet to be provided.

She had a constant headache, but she could not recall the last time she didn't have it. With the constant noise around her, she often fell asleep in the deepest of slumbers where no dreams found her unless someone else came looking for her. No actual knowledge had yet been bestowed upon her.

It was a sort of nervousness and yet giddy all the same.

   "You said you don't know much about the magic itself..." she says, placing the book down beside the quill. Getting up from her chair, she slowly walks around the desk to pick up the small tea pot she had prepared. Pushing two tea cups forward, she hands him one with painted golden cranes and a deep, royal blue background. Hers was of a simple porcelain, larger in size - more akin to a soup bowl with a handle than necessarily a tea cup.

They were both hers; one of the was her most prized possession, the other was just to calm her jitters - holding something familiar would help "That is perfectly fine." she lifts her eyes to look to him with a small smile "Truthfully, any information might be useful, regardless of its nature."

At least, she had found that to be true, when attempting to solve other problems that had been magical in origin. Sometimes a good night sleep was enough to crack it, sometimes you simply needed to have a chat about healing and hallucinogenic herbs and how to preserve them to have a breakthrough.

Pouring the tea into his mug first, the camomille scent fills the room. Only after does she fill her mug half way through, placing it next to the quill, she makes a note not to dip it in the tea instead of the pot.

   "Do not spare any detail you feel comfortable sharing." she turns the mug, once more facing Abelas. Pausing, once more, she wonders if she should offer him one last way out. And perhaps that would have been the kinder thing to do, but she could not deny that she was looking forward to hearing him talk "And we can stop, at any moment."

Slowly, she picks up her notebook again, she doesn't open it, choosing instead to just lay it flat on her knees as she fully sits down on a chair beside him "Do you mind if I take notes as you talk, Abelas?"

the inquisitor greatly approves