Things That Leveled Me Up As A Dyke Pt. 2

OAAAAAAAAA LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

what a beautiful day to remember that trans people of color exist and deserve better

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. 

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

1/10/23- Finished a oneshot! I have yet to get it beta'd but here's a snippet:

"She thought of casual touches sparking fire across her skin and quiet mornings, intense gazes and wanting, afraid yet still reaching out."

Yes i know the structure is a bit flawed, but hence the beta. Made some progress on my to-be long fic, tho i don't know where to end the chapter.

Trump is probably going to remove the TikTok ban shortly after his inauguration and secure a chunk of the youth vote.

so this is ridiculously long but oh my god please don't use the sharp side of the eraser

i just absolutely needed to rant about this because it FILLS ME WITH RAGE so I have a muji eraser. if you've ever bought any stationary from muji you know that stuff is B E A U T I F U L 10/10 I love it. so I have not used this eraser for very long, and only one edge/corner/side was used (it's a block shape). the other corner was perfectly intact and untouched as it should be. i lend this eraser to someone else because he needs it. i SPECIFICASLLY ASK HIM TO ONLY USE THE SIDE I WORE DOWN. guess how it comes back. DESTROYED. MAULED. EVISCERATED. i don't know HOW but he somehow wore down an incredible amount of material just getting marks off of music. worst of all? the sharp corner is gone. A FLAT TRIANGLE. WHY WHY WHY WHY. i nEed to have one corner perfectly untouched and it literally hurts to see it gone. guys. please only use the worn down side when you borrow someone's eraser and don't touch the sharp side. also my mechanical lead pencil got lost after I lent it to someone. both of these things were gifts. PLEASEEEE MY STATIONARY IT HURTS LIKE SOMEONE RIPPED MY HEART OUT.

Shoutout warframe for having a random side vendor be canon trans and also have the best lines in the game

its miserable having online friends i would help you clean and paint your room and fold your laundry and move furniture and cook mostly edible food for you and generally do tasks for you and drink with you and smoke with you and go on walks with you and see you smile when i make you laugh. but the distance

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

Pls i swear it's interesting