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tiredwriter888 · 7 months
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Thanks for the tag!!! Didn't see it till now lol. Also, ngl, I'm a boomer at heart so I have absolutely no idea if I'm doing this right, but here we go.
Favourite colour: Lavender :)
Currently reading: Pride Prejudice and Pittsburgh by Rachael Lippincott. If you don't know Rachael Lippincott, I highly recommend!
Last song: ...so uh I opened Spotify and I can confirm that the last song I listened to was Country Girl(Shake It For Me). So... yep.
Last series: I'm rewatching Legends of Tomorrow on Netflix! I honestly forgot how much I loved this show lol.
Last movie: I'm actually watching Pitch Perfect while writing this :). Bechloe is and will forever be my comfort ship.
Sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet :)
Currently working on: Hahaha so much *cries*. But more specifically, I'm studying for my philosophy test, writing an essay for English, and plotting out a fake dating AU that somehow involves field hockey :)
Ok I don't really know anyone on here, so if anyone sees this and feels like responding with y'all's answers, I'd love to see what y'all have to say :)
Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better
Thanks for the tag @gohandinhand
favourite colour: Blue generally in all of it's various forms, but also shout out to green, preferably a deep evergreen (can you tell I want to go to the rain forest in WA and just sit?)
currently reading: So I'm sort of reading She Gets the Girl (I'm one page in) but Gideon the Ninth is sitting in my nightstand. I'm also reading the Circadian Rhythm but my brain has about as much interest in finishing it as it does improving my sleep schedule.
last song: Did I make You Up - half-alive it's a vibe
last series: I just watched the newest Ahsoka episode, and started the first episode of Shelter (I started it for lesbians and the vibe is totally different than I thought it would be)
last movie: Finally watched Shiva Baby like a year after my friend recommended it. I needed to fill my Rachel Sennett quote while I wait for Bottoms to release tomorrow. It was every bit as stressful as I knew it would be and I loved it
sweet/savoury/spicy: This is a revolving door answer that is totally dependent on the time and place but probably spicy atm.
currently working on: So many things I have a problem. Actively have the last chapter of my willow prequel fic open and the Avatrice big bang au. Also working on some Tanthamore snippets for next month, as well as boxing au for them, and my tlou au for Avatrice. (Also have a fully finished chapter for the summer au that I need to just edit but my writing style has changed so much since i was posting that fic I'm embarrassed to update it)
@book-and-music-lover @daisychainsandbowties @you-cant-make-me @pachase @sarcasticalliespeaking @inversetwilight @acre-of-wheat @scooby-doo-creepymechclown @lexa-griffins
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tiredwriter888 · 11 months
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wish i could be...
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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Camila: Don’t break people’s hearts, they only have one.
Lilith: Break their bones, they have 206.
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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A Bit of Earth
The wrench itself is heavy in her hands, the feeling foreign and unfamiliar. She has never used a proper tool before, but as she stares at the dilapidated wheelbarrow in front of her, with its one wheel still intact, she thinks she understands how to use it.
How hard can it be?
With a great CLANG the wrench comes down heavy against the outside of the wheel, flecks of rust spray through the air.
The impact reverberates up Beatrice’s arm, almost making her drop the wrench. She shakes her arm out, trying to get the tingling out of her fingers, before raising the wrench high above her head once more.
But before she can bring it down, a voice calls out.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just a minute, Miss Beatrice.”
She turns, the wrench still lifted high above her head, and sees Vincent. She slowly lowers the wrench as he approaches.
His pants are covered in splotches of dirt, and he’s wiping his hands on an old rag, while his sleeves are rolled up to reveal dark ink.
Tattoos.
Beatrice has never seen someone with tattoos before, especially so many in one spot. She can barely pull her eyes away from them when he offers a kind smile.
“May I ask what the poor wheelbarrow has done to offend you?”
Beatrice furrows her brows and glances at the wrench in her hand, suddenly unsure.
“It’s a wheelbarrow, Vincent. How could it have offended me?” is what she answers with, because she’s unsure how else to reply.
Chapter 4/8 now on ao3
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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Beatrice: Ava, I think it’s time to tell our daughter about the birds and the bees.
Ava, solemnly: they’re disappearing at an alarming rate.
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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just a scribbly bea and ava
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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"You know what, I think I'll love you until forever."
"Bea seriously?! I don't even have to think about it to know that I'll love you forever!"
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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Read my mind
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ava & beatrice as eurydice & orpheus
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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This is a ScreenRant article. If you’re thinking about giving up, read this. Then read it again. As long as we’re fighting there’s a shot. The only sure thing is: if we give up, we lose.
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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Ava: I love Bea so much, but she doesn’t understand pop culture, like at all.
Camila:
Camila: So just teach her…?
Later:
Ava: *makes a mess of the kitchen*
Bea, very seriously: Darling, how can I be expected to live laugh love in these conditions?
Camila: *chokes on water*
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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Camila: And now Ava and Beatrice will have their first dance as wives.
Bea, glaring at Ava: Don’t.
Ava: *slowly starts doing the Macarena*
Bea:
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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It had started with a smooth gray rock that Ava had found while training. “Here!” She said cheerfully, pressing the stone into Beatrice’s palm.
Beatrice could only stare, “Ava, what is this?”
“It’s a cool rock I found,” Ava shrugged, “thought you might like it.”
“Ah,” Beatrice said. “Well, it’s not flat enough for skipping, but—“
“Oh don’t worry,” Ava said quickly “you don’t have to keep it.”
Beatrice shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows adorably. “No, I’ll keep it. It means something to you, so I’ll keep it.”
“Oh,” Ava coughed, “that’s—I—great! Glad you like it. You can throw it at your enemies.” She joked.
Little did she know, Beatrice didn’t take it as a joke. During a fight, Ava noticed something small and grey fly through the air and hit an FBC in the face. She turned around to see Beatrice holding another stone, preparing to throw.
Ava helps her collect back all the rocks after every fight. She once brought Beatrice a heart shaped rock. Ava picks it up from the ground for the first time with the biggest smile. She turns to Beatrice and says: “that’s the power of true love, Bea.”
After Ava’s gone, Beatrice keeps all the rocks in a small pouch. All except for the heart shaped one, she drills a little hole in that one and turns it into a necklace, so she always has a little piece of Ava with her. So Ava is always close to her heart.
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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Hit another milestone 105k on the petition! We should give it a bit more love today - please sign & share if you haven’t already.
Tagging other fandoms - let me know if there’s a petition we can sign in exchange. We’re all in this fight together!
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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we really got the golden retriever gf and black cat gf template right here
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tiredwriter888 · 1 year
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Mary, knocking on the door: y’all fucking?
Bea, scrolling through her phone: yes
Ava, rolled up in a blanket burrito: fuckin sad
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