THEY'RE ADVANCING ON US

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

Some fic update: I will not be posting this week (surprise surprise) BUT I might (?) next week. I currently have a fic in the works where Beatrice is Mulan, but instead of the ending where she comes back and everyone is happy, Beatrice comes back from China to her parents being all disappointed. After that, Beatrice runs from her family and she throws herself back into the military, and ends up going on a foreign mission to Europe where the Roman Empire is falling apart and THEN she’ll meet Ava and the rest of the squad. I’ve got like 800 words written which is pretty good but we’ll see how it goes.

(also if you guys are wondering about the batb au yes i know it sits in my drive staring at me whispering “mother you have abandoned me why” but HAHAHA MUST BE THE WIND)

Anyways here’s a snippet of my fic

"I saved China. No man would reject a woman of such achievement."

"And no man marries a woman who spends her time cross dressing and wielding a sword." She sets her tea down and stares at Beatrice.

Beatrice chances a look at her father, who takes the opportunity to speak his part. 

"You were reckless. What are we supposed to do now?" He purses his lips, and Beatrice lets go of the medal, still inside her robes.

I did it for you, I did it for you, she wants to say, wants to scream, and she feels uncharacteristically wild emotion clawing its way up her throat.

lord the way this strikes me dead in the heart. but if I did this to any of my friends I would end up blarghing out a 30 minute speech on why I love them and look Weird

you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.

my dad likes to call the stretches of time where you’re not creating “dreaming periods” and says that they’re meant to allow you to absorb all of the beauty, life, and inspiration from the things around you so that when you’re able to create again, you will have fanned your spark back into a flame. sometimes its hard to see those moments as anything but stagnation, but he always says that they’re natural and healthy and needed—things that should be embraced rather than feared.

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

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

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. 

dreaming of taking a nice warm bath with someone who loves me very much

PRAYING TO THAT ONE AVATRICE VOTER I AM READY TO LEAVE CRACKERS IN A SUMMONING CIRCLE PLEASE COME IN CLUTCH

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USING THIS AS MY MOTIVATION!!

how do draw good

fill 14 sketch book

bad stuff is good stuff bc you made stuff

do you like sparkle???? draw sparkle

draw what make your heart do the smiley emote

member to drink lotsa agua or else bad time

d ont stress friend all is well

your art is hot like potato crisps

don’t let anyone piss on your good mood amigo

if they do

eat

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