1/13/23- Somehow I Managed To Update My Batb Fic- Changed The Title So It's Less Basic

not me trying to write 4 aus because i got too many ideas at once

(it’s actually great tho)

So… I got a notification from the State Department at like 8 PM Pacific that my passport was approved, and I was quietly thankful and stunned bc my legal gender in Oregon is listed as X, or undeclared, and that's what's on my passport. I'm pretty sure someone(s) worked late to get the X passports done today.

I was already really grateful to whoever in the Seattle Passport Office worked late to get these things processed on the last Friday before That Man gets back into office... and then I got a notification that my passport shipped at fucking midnight Pacific and whoever got that shit out the door so it couldn't be picked up on Monday and like, denied and shredded?

They're my fucking hero.

Not me starting a new fic when i still have a wip

Pls i swear it's interesting

exCUSE ME WHAT THIS IS VERY RUDE AND IT ALSO SCRATCHES MY BRAIN IN EXACTLY THE RIGHT WAY I NEED MOOOOOOREEEEE

Ava was dying.

Strangely enough, it wasn't what bothered her the most. 

Beatrice had been angry at her. They had had an argument and Ava had stormed off like some god damn child and avoided her for the rest of the day. 

It wasn't like she knew this would happen. It wasn't like she had planned to stumble into the church with a hand pressed against her waist in an effort to keep the blood from slipping through her fingers. 

Her hands were slick as she fumbled with her phone. The screen lit up and momentarily distracted her from the glowing divinium blown into her skin. She typed in the number she'd memorised by heart – which was a fact that had annoyed her a few hours ago, and it took a few tries to get her phone ringing. "Pick up, pick up, pick up…" –hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young. I can't reach the phone right now– "God damn it!" 

Ava hung up, clicked again, willing herself to stay conscious as it ringed. One, two, three... hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young, I can't pick–"Fuck! Shit. I need you to pick up, Bea." Her voice wavered, "I need you..." 

She clicked again. 

Hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young. I can't pick up the phone right now so leave a message after the beep, please. 

Ava choked back a sob. She wanted to hear Beatrice's voice so bad. She wanted Beatrice to speak to her. If a voicemail was the best she could do so be it, Beatrice must still be giving her the silent treatment. 

Her voice shook. "Bea, I'm sorry– I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry." 

She paused, almost waiting for a response.

"It's Ava. Please call me back when you get this. Please." 

Ava hung up. She wanted her to call her back. So she dialled the number again, not caring for the red marks on the screen anymore. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young. I can't pick up the phone right now so leave a message after the beep, please. 

"Bea, I'm scared." Ava began. Her mouth was dry. "The- the halo won't heal me... I want to see you again. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those mean things. I love you so much, you make my life worth living." 

Ava was broken. Her vision was doubling and she was losing the will to stay awake. 

"I think I'm... think I'm dying... I just wanted to say sorry. I love you so, so much. I'm at the church on the west side, please come as soon as you can." Ava had no clue what else to say. "I don't want to leave you. It's so scary. I'm scared."

She laid back with an audible gasp of pain. Shouldn't have done that. "Is it okay if I stay on the line?" 

"I wish you were here... Bea..." 

Ava grew silent afterwards, having nothing more to say. She no longer had the energy to say anything. And she didn't have the energy to pick up the phone when it began frantically buzzing a minute later. 

LETS GOOOO OAAAAAAAAAAA

Congratulations to Ava and Beatrice on their victory!

GOD i hope this is true

I know it sounds fake but you really do have a lot of silent lovers on this planet who look at you and wish they had your smile or your hair color or your humor or your intellect or your intentions or your heart, your manners, your eyes, your ease, even just you. People who are too shy to tell you what they admire about you or what they wish for you or who they see themselves becoming bc of you & they’re too shy to tell you. even tho it isn’t verbalized, the universe has still heard and the universe has loved you for helping out on its creations. You’re that person. You’re you.

the 3.5mm headphone jack was the wound through which light entered your phone it was a little cave for angels to live in inside your phone and big tech got rid of it cause theyre scared of God the wrong way

I DON'T REMEMBER THE EXACT TITLES RIGHT NOW BUT THIS IS SO!!!! IT'S SO RIDICULOUSLY WELL DRAWN AND THERE ARE A TON OF FICS THAT DESCRIBE MASC BEA WITH SHORT HAIR!! AND IT HAS BEEN FULFILLED!! THIS FEELS LIKE A SHIP BECOMING CANON!!!!!! AÂÆÃ

Bea 🙏

Just because yk

In approximately 2 hours half of my exams will be over jsjajdhdhhs

i am peer pressuring myself to rip the internet out of me like the leech it is. please point and laugh at me for being online. go on. scrutinize like you have never scrutin'd before