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gwennybriggs · 2 days

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Abracadabra:

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Or! You can read it here :)

Word count: 1,475

Inspired by a line from a Chappell Roan song that’s been stuck in my head for weeks.

It’s a little spicy, but not too spicy! I’m not super comfortable writing smut, but decided to try it out again since it’s been a few years. Enjoy, cuties!

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The birds were chirping and the sun was shining bright when you woke up that morning; you knew it was going to be a wonderful day. You rolled out of bed, pulled on your skirt and blouse, and waltzed out the door to make a stop at the coffee shop down the street. It had become your normal Friday routine to stop and grab a hot chocolate for yourself, and a coffee for your favorite coworker, Melissa Schemmenti. In turn, Melissa would bring a danish for you and a muffin for herself. You weren’t exactly sure when or how it happened, but you looked forward to it every week.

It had been a bit of a stressful week with state testing and the kids were over it just as much as the teachers were. Janine convinced Ava to allow her to set up a talent show as a ‘carrot’ for the end of testing week.

“Carrot? What the hell you mean, carrot? Ain’t nobody lookin’ for a vegetable, girl.”

Janine rubbed her temples, “You know, like when you put a carrot in front of a horse to keep them moving. It’s a little motivation to get people through the week.”

“Whatever. You can have a talent show, just make sure Melissa stays off the stage with her horrific impressions. I simply cannot listen to her butcher The Godfather again.”

You prepared all week to share your magic tricks with the school. Jacob caught wind and asked if you would like to join him in his magic act, claiming that your combined expertise would win you more applause. You reluctantly agreed and spent all of Thursday evening with him at Melissa’s house practicing. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the redhead had been there, but she spent the evening with Barbara instead.

You could smell Melissa’s perfume before you even stepped foot in the lounge and it made you smile. During your first year at Abbott you developed the tiniest crush on her, but at this point, you were flat out in love with the woman. You didn’t exactly hide the fact that you liked her that way, but you never said it out loud either. Melissa had told you she was bisexual but leaned more towards men fairly early on in your friendship when you told her you were a lesbian. After sharing a bottle of wine together you asked her what her type was.

“Big burly men with beards who can take care of me or pretty little ladies who with let me take care of them. What about you? So I know what to look out for for ya,” she responded with a chuckle.

You fought yourself not to reply with a simple ‘you’ and gave her a vague description of herself instead. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. The two of you shared some casual flirting over time, but you just chalked it up to her treating you like a close friend.

The lounge was already buzzing when you walked in, everyone talking about what their students were doing for their acts or which teachers signed up. You crossed the room to set your things down before walking over to Melissa to exchange goods. She beamed up at you when you placed your hand on her shoulder and her cup on the table in front of her.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week, thanks doll face,” she sipped her coffee and handed you a raspberry danish.

“Likewise! Thanks, pumpkin.” You winked at her and took your seat across the room with Janine, Gregory and Jacob, completely missing Melissa’s coy smile in response to the nickname.

The bell rang and everyone gathered their belongings to start the day. You and Melissa were the last ones in the room as you moved things in the fridge to fit your lunch. She came up behind you, resting her hand on your hip for balance as she leaned into the fridge with you to move her containers. You froze at the contact and mentally begged yourself not to blush. As she leaned further down, her hand slid over to your ass. Your eyes were glued to her cleavage, beautifully illuminated by the refrigerator light. You quickly turned your head when she caught you staring.

She stood up, her hand still slightly splayed your ass. Your face was beet red. “No need to steal glances hon, all you gotta do is ask,” she clicked her tongue and made her way out the door, swaying her hips dramatically. She knew you were watching.

More than a little flustered, you splashed cold water on your face and left to tend to your students. The hours ticked by and you struggled to focus on anything other than the feeling of Melissa’s hand on your backside. You were looking forward to spending lunch with her and Barbara, but Jacob insisted you practice with him one more time before the talent show. Between bites of pasta you made coins disappear and reappear from behind Jacob’s ear and cheered him on as he mastered revealing the chosen card.

The entire school gathered to watch the staff and students perform at the end of the day. You took a seat next to Melissa, waiting for your turn.

“You got any hidden talents you’re gonna share with us, red?” You poked at her side.

“Nah, can’t share my talents here kid. I wouldn’t be allowed back on school grounds,” she smirked. “Just joshin’, Ava forbade me from doing impressions so I’m stuck in the crowd. I’m excited to see what youse cooked up for your act though, Jacob hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Ha, I’m sure he hasn’t.”

Janine introduced your act and you followed Jacob onto the stage. The two of you played off of each other’s tricks with the crowd ooh-ing and aww-ing. You had always enjoyed tricking people with sleight of hand, but you enjoyed it even more when you were able to fool an entire auditorium. When the four minutes of fame were over you returned to your seat next to Melissa. She nodded her approval and continued to watch the show.

A few minutes later you excused yourself to use to restroom. The bathroom was empty and you did your business quickly. As you opened your stall door you jumped at the sight of Melissa sitting on the counter. You hadn’t even heard her come in.

“Oh Jesus!”

“It’s actually Melissa, but I get that one a lot.” She slid off the counter to stand next to you as you washed your hands.

“Very funny,” you rolled your eyes.

She moved closer, her breasts brushing your arm. “Yeah, but you like it when I’m cheesy like that.”

Your breathing hitched. “I d-do,” you stuttered and melting at the close proximity.

“So, tell me what else you like, gorgeous.” She was nearly straddling your right leg. Her eyes filled with fire as she brought her hand up to your cheek and traced a finger along your jaw line.

You stifled a whimper and bit your lip, unable to speak without making a fool of yourself. She moved even closer, now actually straddling your leg, you could feel the warmth of her. You placed your hands on the counter to keep yourself upright.

“I know you like magic.” She nuzzled her face into your hair and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I’ve got a wand and a rabbit.” She punctuated her sentence with a light nibble to your earlobe. You gasped; a cold chill ran up your spine and you couldn’t hide the shiver. Her hand on your left hip pulled you in between her legs so that her core was pressed firmly against your thigh.

You squeezed your eyes shut, you wanted her to ruin you right then and there, but the school day wasn’t over and the talent show was about to let out.

“Mel, I want this,” you whined and guided her free hand down to your soaked panties, wanting her to feel exactly how bad you wanted, needed, her. “But we can’t do that here, not now at least. Like you said, we wouldn’t be allowed back on a school grounds.”

She lifted your skirt so you could feel her own wetness through her leggings against your bare skin. “My house, eight o’clock.” Melissa kissed you with such fervor that it made you want to go back on your words. “Bring whatever other magic tricks you have up your sleeve, or in your nightstand drawer,” she winked and playfully smacked your ass as she walked away.

You tried desperately to gather your thoughts and some semblance of composure, your mind racing with the image of Melissa playing with her toys- and you. The redhead was going to be the death of you yet.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #jacob hill #ava coleman #janine teagues #magic tricks #red wine supernova

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cleolinda · 19 days

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Weekend links, April 7, 2024

My posts

This week feels like it has been a hundred years long (not in a bad way).

Somehow we joined together to balance the seesaw just right so Ava Gardner and Jean Seberg could both go through in the Hot Vintage Lady polls (percentages rounded). Like, I’m wearing the Ava jersey and even I encouraged people to vote Jean when necessary. Honestly, I just wanted to see if it could be done. And it COULD.

Round three has begun. It is already horrific. This is the first round that’s really going to hurt because we spent the last one really getting down in the dirt and championing our ladies, or learning about actresses we’d never heard of before and getting attached to them. And now? We are reminded: memento mori. Everyone loses but one.

(I personally pitched in for Sara Montiel. “BUT JUST LOOK AT--” Yeah, I did, thanks.)

Reblogs of interest

April Fool’s Day: You were here for the Boopening, yes? The whole thing was that you only got badges for giving boops, not receiving them, which is a great way to not reward popularity contests, but also means that every last one of us was out here trying to figure out who to bap with a cat’s paw 1000 times. I said, listen, my notifications are already trash garbage today. I’ll take the bullet. Boop at will.

The Activity graph isn’t too clear on this point, but it looks like I had something like 65,000--hits? engagements? boops?--that day. Listen, I got the black paw badge too. We all did what we had to do in the Boopening.

A Shakespearean boop of goodly length: “And, Meowntague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Food-bowl, our common judgment-place.”

I had to go lie down awhile after a pun like “The Purrge.”

I had just gotten up from that pun and then I had to go lie down again.

Account security gothic

The Canada griffin

Dinotopia nostalgia

Two pairs of spectacles, one made from slices of emerald, and the other from slices of diamond

An old favorite: Cerberus as a puppy, guarding the gates to heck

I feel like these two posts have the same energy: Time cops will not let you travel back to the Titanic and bloodthirsty gazebos are currently in a dormancy period.

The birds are still troubled

PSA: The best sunscreens for your face

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A collection of various American Indian/indigenous American languages, including Navajo, Tlingit, Lakota, Colville Okanagan Salish, Cherokee, Yucatec Maya, Greenlandic, Mohawk, Yup'ik, and Mi'kmawi'simk.

A trans health-and-wellness fundraiser (Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends) kept getting banned off Tiktok due to assholes. Here’s how to donate; I saw a few “here’s how they helped me” notes, so it seems like these programs are both legit and effective.

You think you’re going to sit staring at this video because Chocolate Guy is weaving chocolate. Then you get into it, and it just keeps going.

“Too Sweet” is doing hilariously well on the charts for a song that didn’t even make the album proper. Hozier’s bees would like to thank you for your support.

I know I said that Stevie Nicks would make you sing backup on your own haunting, but late in this 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” she makes Lindsey Buckingham, the man she wrote this song about, look her in the eye while she belts it at him. This specific performance was released as a single (I was there, Gandalf) and nominated for a Grammy. Watch the video and you will see why.

The Women Those ‘Evolution Of Beauty’ Videos Leave Out

I don’t really know how to describe this rubberhose-style cartoon of Cab Calloway as a singing nightmare clown. Betty Boop is also there. “You just described it!” No, I really didn’t.

How movable type worked 1000 years ago, from scratch.

Unrestrained seasonal yak fun

A snowy raven photoshoot

The sacred texts

I don’t know how to explain this double Sacred Text about ominous dreams that comes with its own comic, except to say that they’re so iconic that I first saw both posts in lo-res Pinterest screencaps.

April Fool’s: The ultimate sacred text.

Personal tag of the week

Wet beast Wednesday, which had both a headshake stickflip and bears on a swan boat.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

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Tomb Raider AU: without a radio on her, Ava tries to leave messages to Bea.

She can't leave any clues on how to actually find her, since there's over a hundred people with bad intentions looking for her and only one Bea, but she still spends a significant amount of her time trying to create little tokens of significance from basic survival gear, the junk she finds on the island, and the few personal possessions she has left.

She can't say "find me here," but she can say "I'm still alive, don't give up," and if she can somehow find the right combination of symbols and hidden meanings in the private language they share between them, maybe she can even manage "I love you."

(And then all she can do is pray Bea will find some of them *while* she's still alive.)

ava with her bow and her arrows and her improvised crutches untangling an old parachute from a tree, winding up all the strings and separating them from the ruined harness. she tries to ignore the traces of blood on the many straps and buckles.

she's good at that now, stepping past the blood.

it takes her an hour to rig the big rippling expanse of half-shredded parachute, letting the strings trail from the bottom and attaching some pieces of wood to the ends, as anchors.

first, ava sets it down on the forest floor, takes out the sharpie she always kept in her back pocket, mainly so she could write “lilith sucks my dick” on every possible wall and/or countertop back on the ship. cap between her teeth, legs twinging but letting her kneel without too much protest.

she’s been leaving messages on walls, picking the driest sections, using sharpie and deer blood to write out vague messages. just in case.

she saw the flare go up over the radio tower, but it could have been anyone. never mind that the streak of reddish fire made her stumble, looking at the comet-tail shape like Odysseus looking at the shore.

it was beautiful, but that doesn't mean it was her.

beatrice could be dead, washed up in the surf and picked over by crabs, birds, wolves.

there’s no reason to think she isn’t, except that ava’s not sure what she’s fighting for out here, if it’s not to get back to bea.

to the way she’d sit on her bed and offer one earphone to ava, scrolling through her playlists with a deft flick of the thumb. how she’d fall asleep over her books and put her boots up on the bed.

her secret stash of cookies and protein bars for when it was lilith’s turn to cook.

ava was just as bad, dumping plain tomato sauce onto spaghetti and then burning it to the bottom of the enormous pot, but bea always turned up to eat.

“you don’t have to pretend it’s good, just to make me feel better.”

bea, shrugging, “no i-i like it.”

she has to believe that beatrice is alive, because no one else would understand the messages she's scattered in her wake

‘miss your mint oreos <3’ and ‘i can’t believe you still listen to dubstep’

‘lilith sucks my dick’

this time, ava has a plan. she takes out her sharpie, writing in big broad strokes. the parachute ripples in the wind, trying to tug out from under her.

when she’s finished, she wraps the whole thing up into a careful ball and sticks it into her backpack. it’s bea’s - plain and black and mended in a couple of places. she stitches like a pro.

ava carries it up as high as she can climb, to a cliff with an old tori gate or something sticking out at the end. there’s a view from here down through forest, all the way to the ocean.

she smooths out the parachute, careful not to let it catch the wind. kneels down with it and presses her lips against the fabric, “please let her see this.”

and then, holding one side of the gate for support, legs sore and shaky from the climb, ava casts her line out over the island.

the strings whistle through her hands as she stands, waiting until she feel the ghost of an enormous tug before letting the little blocks of wood on the end fall through her hands. they’re not heavy, but they’re enough.

the parachute holds shape, whipping out over the forest, showing its message huge and bright against the morning sky.

hey bea, it reads. i’m alive

#tomb raider au #this is destroying me... thank you #avatrice

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centralperkchenford · 8 months

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Oooo another Ava fic idea but this one is Tim and Lucy come up with her name

I accidentally deleted this prompt 😅. I am so sorry, but I loved writing this one! Also there is a slight Friends reference in this.

You are the sunshine of my life, baby

“How about Lily?” Tim asks Lucy. She makes a face and shakes her head.

“It sounds too much like Lucy.” She says.

Tim gives her an amused look and sighs heavily. “Baby, when will she ever call you Lucy?” He asks her. She sighs loudly her shoulders dropping a little. Tim reaches out to rub them.

They were trying to pick out a name for their daughter who was due in about 2.5 months. Ever since they found out they were having a girl, Lucy had been buying all the girly stuff. And they had everything ready for her. A crib, a rocking chair, all the clothes and everything else a newborn would need.

Tim felt prepared and he was so proud for having everything ready for their baby girl. And then Angela had asked him what they were naming her and he felt like they had taken ten steps back.

“What about Sadie?” Lucy asks him bringing Tim out of his thoughts. This time Tim made a face.

“Sadie Bradford?” He says and Lucy sighs and falls back against the couch holding her stomach.

“She should just name herself.” Lucy grumbles and Tim laughs as he goes to kiss her on the cheek and then he places his hand on top of hers. He still can’t believe he’s going to be a dad in 2.5 months. He’s going to have a daughter. He would have been happy with a boy or a girl, but he knew deep down that his first child was meant to be a girl. And he couldn’t wait to meet her and hold her. If they could only just pick a name.

“What about Ruth?” Tim asks and Lucy turns to him her eyes wide.

“Ruth?” She asks in disbelief as if she can’t believe he just suggested that.

He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a nice name.”

“Yes for an 89 year old.” Says Lucy shaking her head at him. He rolls his eye at her, he likes Ruth it’s a nice name.

“I want her to have a strong name, something she can be proud of.” Lucy says. She taps on her stomach and sighs loudly. She looks over at Tim, and squeezes his hand.

“We still have 2.5 months to pick out a name.” She says. “Let’s take a break.” Tim nods and motions her to come closer. She scoots over and lays her head on his shoulder.

“We will find the perfect name.” Lucy mumbles. Tim kisses her head and smiles to himself.

Yes they would find the perfect name. Eventually.

***

A few days later, Tim is sitting in his office when Lucy comes in holding a book. Before he can ask what book it is. She slams it on his desk, he looks down at it and tries not to wince.

Big Book of Baby names was written across the cover, above a baby who was grinning at him.

“Uhh.” He says looking at his wife. “What am I suppose to do with this?” Lucy jabs her finger on the cover.

“Look through it. Find five names you like and then we will say yes or no to them.” She says. He stares at the book suddenly feeling overwhelmed over a name.

“What about you?” He asks her. She chews on her bottom lip and then looks at him, her brown eyes searching his face.

“I already have my five names.” She says. “It’s your turn.” She comes around the desk to kiss him on the lips and then she turns around and leaves his office without another word.

Tim sighs and flips open the book. It opens to “A” names, he reads each name shaking his head at every single one.

He sighs as he flips through the book. He gets to the last A page and runs his finger down the page.

Lucy was right they needed to pick a name that fit their daughter and that she could grow up knowing it was a special name.

Ava

Avery

He runs his finger across Ava. It meant life and bird or birdlike. He writes Ava down on a piece of paper.

Ava

It’s simple and pretty, and it has nice meaning. He can see a little girl named Ava with pigtails running around and he can see a teenager and a young woman. He thinks it’s a name that will grow up with her.

He flips through the book some more and writes down names that he thinks might fly but Ava is still on his mind.

Ava Bradford

***

Later that night, Tim is laying on the couch waiting for Lucy to get home. Their shifts don’t always sync up and Lucy was working more hours trying to wrap up cases since she was going to go on maternity leave soon.

He closes his eyes and soon he found himself falling asleep.

He was in a hospital room, holding a baby in a blanket. He rocked the baby back and forth it. He and the baby were the only two in the room. He looks down at the baby and it’s a beautiful baby girl. She’s looking up at him with bright blue eyes so much like his. He smiles at her and whispers.

“Ava.”

He sways back and forth it, mumbling to the baby softly. The scene changes suddenly and he’s in his backyard and a little girl with darker hair and pigtails is running around him in circles. He laughs as he reaches out to grab her.

“Ava.” He says and the little girl giggles as the scene changes once again. This time it looks like he is sitting in a crowd at what looks like a high school graduation.

“Ava Bradford!” Is called and a teenager with dark hair, and blue eyes appears on stage.

Ava

Tim startles awake to someone shaking him gently. He looks up blearily to see Lucy bending over him smiling.

“Hi.” She says softly. “Good nap?” He nods his head and licks his lips before speaking, trying to piece together the dream he just had. Ava.

“Ava.” He says softly. Lucy looks at him curiously and tilts her head.

“What?” She asks. He sits up and lays his hand on her stomach where their daughter sleeps.

“Ava. Her name is Ava.” He says remembering the baby in the hospital room, the little girl with the pigtails and the teenager graduating. Ava.

Lucy stares at him and then places her hand on his. She plays with his fingers, “Ava.” She whispers. “I like it.”

Tim lets out a relieved breath as Ava gives a little kick. He smiles at the movement. “I think she likes it too.” He says softly.

Lucy grins at him running her fingers through his hair. “Ava Bradford. It’s perfect.” She says happily. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it? How did you come up with it?”

Tim shrugs his shoulders remembering his dream daughter. “I don’t know. I ran across it in that book and then I had a dream and it just stuck with me.” He answers.

Lucy smiles at him and sits next to him. “Now for a middle name.” She says laying her head down on his shoulder.

Tim groans loudly, and he hears Lucy laugh.

Well fuck.

“I’m going to leave that up to you.” He mumbles. “This whole naming a baby is stressful.” Lucy laughs again.

“Yeah but so worth it.” She says and his hand drops to her stomach again.

And that is something he can agree on. Ava is so with all the stress. He cannot wait to meet her.

Ava.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

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sarcasm-and-references · 3 months

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midnight burger + birds

absolutely no one ever understands this like i do this means so much to me

i love this so much this writing is so perfect and if anyone asks why midnight burger is taking up residence in my brain it is for reasons like THIS.

the bird thing alone is a callback/symbolism but then i thought to google the meaning of the name "ava" AFTER i finished the s3 finale and i want to share

(this is all explained under the cut btw it was just a large post)

this is ch. 25:

and this is ch. 32:

and this is why i lost my mind a little:

#midnight burger #ava maddox #caspar midnight burger #ava maddox i cannot stop thinking about you #any dialogue between these two gets me #ava midnight burger #midnight burger spoilers #midnight burger ch 25 #midnight burger ch 32 #midnight burger your mom #midnight burger the pyrophyte

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c-kiddo · 10 months

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Ava, do you have a favorite book about owls and birds?

[ID: a greyscale drawing of Ava, a character with long deer-ears, hair in a ponytail and a star mark in her forehead fur. she's lying in bed and looking at a book. she's replying to the ask: "i dont know.. there's lots of good ones, from ornithologist. so many books. this one of native birds of here is pretty good though. lots of birds but owls there. ural.. snowy.. it's old, but it means nice soft page-edges and also so much illustrations with inks and pencil". end ID.]

#myart #2023 #ùnaava #described #ok .time for bed. i didnt realise what time it was

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hathorneheiress · 4 months

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A little bit about myself.

Hello, welcome to my blog. Grab a scone and find a book (There's plenty of them!) as I take you along for a little ride.

As you know my blog name is @hathorneheiress, but if you wish to call me something else Victoria will do. She/her. I am not a minor so if anyone is uncomfortable with that then please leave. I do not stalk people, but I thought you should know.

I would consider myself a pretty easy going induvial, but disrespectful people will be blocked. I agree we all have the freedom of speech and I resect that, but if you could refrain from swearing when speaking directly to me, I would appreciate that.

An unashamed Christian. If you do not like that, then leave. I won't be beating people over the head with the Bible, but I will take a stand if I feel like it is necessary.

There is a lot of things I do not agree with, but I try very hard not to judge people. That is not my place. We all have our own opinions and choices to make. And I respect everyone's decisions, even if I don't agree with it.

Blaspheming God and being unacceptably mean to others is something I WILL NOT tolerate. If I see it, I will block you. (Giving you fair warning)

Okay!! All the boring but necessary introduction is complete!! Now to the fun stuff.

Things I like to do:

Writing. Reading. Listening to music. Swinging for hours. Working at my job. Sleeping. Enjoying a big bowl of ice cream. (Please don't judge me!) Having alone time. Scrolling through Pinterest and Tumblr. Taking care of my chickens. Talking with my family and my mutuals on here. Having a deep conversation with my besties.

Books I like to read:

The Bible. TIG. The Naturals. The Hunger Games. Murder she wrote. OUABH. Nancy Drew and hardy boys series. Royal diaries. Charles Dickens. The classics. Dictionaries and Encyclopedias. (I know, I'm weird.) Books on Egypt and England. Biographies. Bird books. Magazines. The Librarians. SHERLOCK HOLMES!!!! (I love him so much!!!!)

Movies and shows I enjoy watching:

Sherlock Holmes. Downton Abbey. Murder she wrote. The Good Doctor. The Librarians. National Treasure. NCIS. The Crown. The Titanic. Dr. Quin: medicine woman. Monk.

Artists I like:

Ava Max!! Kelly Clarkson. Taylor Swift. Sia. The piano guys. The classic composers. Beethoven.

Songs that fit me:

"Unstoppable." Sia. "Fearless." Taylor Swift. "Never give up." Sia. ""People like us." Kelly Clarkson. "So am I" Ava Max. "Weapons." Ava Max. "Moonlight sonata" Beethoven.

Random crap about me:

I'm one of the biggest Ava Max, Sherlock Holmes, Librarians, and Grayson Hawthorne fans you will ever meet.

Sherlock Holmes and Grayson are my best fictional friends. They are always there when I need them, and I love talking to them in my head. (I don't care if you find that weird.)

I have hundreds of ideas in my head for stories but I never can seem to get them on paper. I have two books in the works for getting them published.

I'm really weird. Just so you know. I talk to my chickens like they are human, and I have conversations in my head with people that don't even exist.

I'm a Pices, if anyone is interested.

I play the piano and cello.

I'm a loner and tend to keep to myself.

I'm a Librarian in training.

I have OCD and am on the autistic spectrum.

Favorite things:

Holiday: Thanksgiving.

Food: CHOCOLATE!!!

Month: October

Season: Fall.

Color: Black

Animal: Chickens!!!!!

Book: Sherlock Holmes!!

Clothes: Blazers and heels.

Jewlery: My pearls and aquamarine ring.

I have had the honor not only to be here on this site but also meet some incredible people.

My best friends are:

@riddles-n-games. Fanfic Bestie. My best Friend. Ever. I honestly have no idea how she keeps up with me. I am so so grateful she has let me into her life and I will always cherish our friendship. you truly are my better half.

@reminiscentreader. I was so honored to meet this amazing young lady and I know you would too!! I don't deserve someone as kind and caring as her. She deserves love if you haven't already given it to her.

@blocked-zombieartist. Has a gift for writing I would die to have. You make me smile and I love chatting with you about life. You are a wonderful person and I pray you have a better year.

@myster3y. Funny. Caring. Has a wonderful personality. She is so sweet. I love our weekly check ins and you make me feel appreciated. Thank you!

I love talking with people on here so don't be shy to give me a text or send an ask in my inbox!!! I would love getting to know you all better.

And here is a link to my story of Wattpad

Behind those icy blue eyes - A-very-risky-gamble - Wattpad

Please go check it out!!

Mood board for my aesthetics

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birgittesilverbae · 10 months

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Lilith + shannon - seafood

"No."

"Lilith," Ava whines, making those stupid puppy dog eyes at her. Beatrice might think the look is cute, but Lilith will never be weak enough to fall for it.

"Not today, Ava." She turns back to her leatherwork just in time for someone to lean over her other shoulder.

"You did promise," Shannon says, once Lilith has apologised for the elbow to the nose and Shannon has stemmed the flow of blue-flecked blood with the cuff of her hoodie. Her words are made thick by plugged nostrils.

"I promised I would take you," Lilith corrects. "I made no mention of Ava."

Shannon sighs, but nods all the same. "Sorry, Aves. We'll bring you takeout. If we're still good to go?" she adds, laying her hand on Lilith's shoulder. "It's okay if you're too busy today, I've just gotta reschedule the reservation if that's the case."

"We can go," Lilith replies flatly, doing her best to ignore the chill that permeates through the three layers of fabric. "I'll need twenty minutes to finish the repair and then we can go."

"Thank you." Shannon pulls back, briefly squeezes the ball of Lilith's shoulder. "I'll be out front when you're ready. Come on, Aves, let's go hunt down the rain gear. You're winning this trade-off, by the way. I checked the weather and with the wind speeds it's going to be all but raining sideways. We're gonna end up soaking wet."

"But I love being soaking wet."

"Well, you'll have to settle for being bone dry."

"Boner dry."

"You when Beatrice is away for longer than a day."

Lilith rolls her eyes as their bickering voices fade away down the hall and bends her head back over her vambrace.

"Did you borrow Bea's sunnies?" Shannon asks as she lays the linen napkin across her lap.

Lilith sighs. "Heaven forbid I not want to flaunt all of this in public."

"I think it looks pretty cool, Lil."

"You think that horrific eyesore of a watch Beatrice bought you looks cool. Forgive me if I don't take your fashion sense too seriously."

Shannon flips her the bird, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth all the same. "I'm not the one wearing sunglasses in a downpour."

"Yes, well." Lilith presses her lips together into a frown and props the menu up between them.

"Lil–"

"I would rather not discuss it, thank you."

Shannon nods, casts about the cottage for any other possible conversational topic. Her eyes alight on the dining room's centrepiece, and she nudges Lilith's shin with the toe of her boot. "They've got a dessert table, Lil."

Lilith follows her gaze, her back going ramrod straight when she spots the spread. "Oh," she mutters, pushing her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose. "I wish I had known that beforehand. I'm going to have to bring Ava back here at some point or I'll never hear the end of it. She loves a dessert table."

"I still don't understand why she couldn't come today."

Lilith's frown deepens. "There are days when I can't look at her without feeling… Envious, I suppose, of her wholeness."

"She's not, you know," Shannon chides gently. "She's not whole."

"None of us are."

"That's not what I mean." Shannon glances over her shoulder and leans in closer, lowering her volume. "She may have the Halo, but it doesn't work for her the way you seem to think it does. You think Reya demanded her pound of flesh from you but let Ava walk out of there untouched? She's missing pieces of herself in the same way you are. They're just not as visible externally." She sits back as the waitress approaches, the hardness in her face melting away as she turns up the charm with a megawatt smile and leaves Lilith floundering in her wake.

The coast unfolds before them as they climb the path above the Gut, windswept cliffs shrouded in banks of fog. Rain sleets down on them, and Lilith catches Shannon's elbow when her boot slips out from under her as they ascend through Bawdens Highlands. A quiet thanks is shared, and they snug their hoods closer about their heads, tuck their chins to their chests, and continue their trek.

They perch atop a rock at the summit, staring down at the waves breaking over the rocks, the barest hint of an iceberg cresting through the fog.

"Come here," Lilith says abruptly when the sweat of their ascent has cooled beneath her jacket. She raises her arm and gestures stiffly for Shannon to shift beneath it.

"I'm fine."

"That would be much easier to believe if your teeth weren't chattering." She makes another curt gesture, and Shannon follows this time, presses tight to Lilith's side. "It's not like you to overlook appropriate layers."

"I still haven't got it all figured out," she admits, her nose pressed chilly into the crook of Lilith's neck.

"We can go somewhere warmer."

"No, it's… This is fine." She swallows hard, burrows further into the warmth of Lilith's embrace. "This is what I wanted."

"Sideways rain?"

"Well, not so much that. Just, the reminder that cold exists. That rain exists."

Lilith's hand flexes about Shannon's upper arm. "That you're not there anymore?"

Shannon nods, turns her face up towards the sky, receives a spray of hail to her cheek for good measure. She splutters, and Lilith can't help but chuckle.

"The Newfoundland regiment that went overseas during the Great War faced the opposite acclimatisation," she murmurs, watching rain pool in the creases of her splash pants. "They were shipped off to Egypt and issued warm weather uniforms and prepared there to be sent into Turkey. Only, the Gallipoli campaign turned into four months of punishing weather that was far more reminiscent of home than they'd been prepared for. Far more like this."

"I see you've been doing your Wikipedia deep dives again."

Lilith shakes her head, regrets the motion immediately as it sends water dripping down the neck of her jacket. "I had a tutor for military strategy when I was in my teens. He would rave about how well the Newfoundlanders could endure hardships that killed lesser soldiers." Her lip curls. "That was how he phrased it; 'lesser'. As though a military historian had any grounds upon which to make judgments of the character of men who had died a century before."

"Sounds a bit of a dick."

"He was. But there was one quote from a letter written by a man who fought and died in the Gallipoli campaign that's always stuck with me." She hunches forward, curls in on herself, her voice going quiet. "Tell dad that I would rather be in the condition I am now in, than have failed to fight for my country."

Shannon finds Lilith's hand and squeezes hard. She stares out over the ocean, Lilith's pulse thrumming hummingbird-quick beneath her fingers. "It's not quite the same thing, though, is it?" she asks quietly. "When what we fought for was a lie?"

Lilith's shoulders stiffen, her arm falling from around Shannon. "Then I'd rather be in the condition I am now than have failed to fight for my family," she replies sharply.

Shannon nods. "I would, too. What happened to that regiment?"

"They were transferred to the Western front in early 1916."

Shannon winces. "The Somme?"

"They survived Gallipoli only for nine in every ten to die at Beaumont-Hamel. My tutor had a quote he rather enjoyed about that front, too. It was a magnificent display of trained and disciplined valour, and its assault only failed of success because dead men can advance no further."

"Sounds like a massive dick."

"He was."

The mixed four pack of IPAs is still ice cold and the chip shop takeout piping hot when Lilith deposits them back in the new Cat's Cradle. She shoves the box of beer into Shannon's hand and turns to go, but is halted by a soft "Lilith."

"Yes?"

"This was really nice. I missed spending time with you."

"I did as well," Lilith replies stiffly, before nodding at Shannon's hands. "You'd better get those to Ava soon or I'll never hear the end of it for bringing her lukewarm fish and chips."

"Gotten a bit uppity with you about that before, has she?"

"Well, she is picking up on all of Beatrice's habits."

"That would do it. Thanks again, Lilith."

"Shut up."

Shannon can't help but grin as Lilith exits the conversation in a flicker of smoke and flame. "Love you too, Lil," she whispers, and heads off to find Ava.

#ask #anon #ty for the prompt that I'm filling three months later oops #fic: nature #myfic #mywn #warrior nun #sister lilith #shannon masters

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from the journal of ava: but daddy i love him notes

according to swifties, this is a little mermaid reference: she gave up her voice to be with the man she loved

idk i haven't seen the little mermaid since i was 5, i'll take their word for it

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

links back to who's afraid of little old me?: "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"

growing up famous, she was never able/allowed to just be or do what she wanted. this is also made clear in the miss americana documentary. seems like scott especially tried to keep her quiet and caged

she has used cage imagery often throughout her career in music videos and visuals (look what you made me do music video, the shadows in the visuals during the midnights set at the eras tour, the speak now ornament, the glass cage in the willow music video,...)

the spotify library installation also had a cage, but the birds were free on another shelf

sarahs and hannahs in their sunday best, clutching their pearls sighing "what a mess" i just learned these people try and save you cause they hate you

this seems to allude to religious people being homophobic. they try and "fix" you by praying for you

she's the odd one out, doesn't fit in with the norm (the sarahs and hannahs)

they slammed the door on my whole world, the one thing i wanted

again with the controlling

is the muse the whole world? is it simply freedom? or is it something else entirely?

now i'm running with my dress unbuttoned, screamin' "but daddy i love him"

like the love story music video

song themes are similar to love story as well with the disapproving father

i'm having his baby... no i'm not but you should see your faces

GAGGED

you should have indeed seen my face

dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

idk what to tell you

it's queer

her parent (likely her dad) planned her whole life out for her and she fulfilled this "destiny", even if that life doesn't suit her

tendrils tucked into a woven braid

links back to seven: "your braids like a pattern"

the saboteurs protested too much

homophobes

lord knows the words we never heard, just screeching tires and true love

links back to getaway car

this could mean words of acceptance, likely from the church(goers) again

i'll tell you somethin' 'bout my good name it's mine alone to disgrace

she's done being sheltered and ready to make her own decisions, decide who she is all by herself

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me sanctimoniously performing soliloquies i'll never see, thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me and counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny you ain't gotta pray for me me and my wild boy and all this wild joy if all you want is gray for me, then it's just white noise and it's just my choice

this is her saying people have no business being all up in her relationships. they seem to think they have the moral upper hand and get to decide what's best for her, even if they don't know her or her partner at all

she pulls an uno reverse on them by asking god to save them, just like they did for her

this could mean she's gonna love who she loves, despite what the world wants/expects from her

this calls back to the people "saving" her cause they hate her (so homophobes again)

this is a reach but did they try to strip her of her pride colours and she finally decided to ignore these very loud voices?

scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer

✨ shared trauma ✨

for real though, scandal could be her being outed by whatever tabloid

forced her deeper in the closet, but closer to the (also closeted?) muse

we came back when the heat died down

the scandal forced them to keep a low profile for a bit but they came back (stronger than a '90s trend?)

went to my parents and they came around

reminds me of That™ miss americana scene

also reminds me of how the dad in love story eventually came around

time, doesn't it give some perspective?

there's something in this line but i'm not sure what

#but daddy i love him #the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift #gaylor #lgbetty #friends of dorothea #gaylor theory

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Brotherly Figures part 3

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 2 <- -> Part 4

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: The boys set their ground rules for Ava joining them.

Episode warnings: None

A/N: Bit of canon divergence here. I wanted John to still be alive so I had to set it in season 1, but I also wanted the opportunity of hanging out with Ellen and Jo at some point.

I awoke in a strange bed, opening my eyes to the empty motel room. I panicked briefly that the Winchesters had abandoned me, before noticing their belongings were still strewn around the room. Then I realised I could hear the low timbre of their voices, but couldn't make out the words, in amongst the noises of the road and birds. They must be standing outside talking.

I got out of bed and padded to the motel room door. I opened it a crack and saw the boys standing right outside. They stopped speaking when they saw me.

“If you're going to talk about me, you may as well do it in front of me,” I grumped at them. Dean scowled at me but they both traipsed back in.

“Alright, we have some conditions,” Dean began, “if you're serious about wanting to become a hunter.”

“I am.”

“The first one is that you don't see one speck of action until I say you're ready. You are going to have to train for this, just like we did.” I nodded.

“My condition,” Sam said, “is that you finish high school. You can enrol in distance education and I'll tutor you, but you are not throwing your entire future away.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sam is always serious about school,” Dean interjected, a touch of laughter in his voice.

“What the hell use is high school?” I glared at Sam.

“Well, for one it'll get you into college-”

“How many hunters go to college?!” I interrupted him.

“I did,” he countered, still calm despite my agitation. “And I'm going back to law school at some point. Secondly, hunting isn’t all about swinging knives and shooting salt. A significant portion is understanding lore, doing research, knowing how to critically read what's written. All skills you develop in high school.”

“Did you finish high school?” I asked Dean.

“I didn't drop out at 15,” he countered, arms crossed. “Besides, you want to travel with us you have to convince both of us. This is Sammy's hill and he's choosing to die on it.”

“You’re serious,” I said as I glanced between them, “I have to do high school in order to travel around literally killing monsters with you two?”

“Yes,” Sam said simply.

“Fiiiine,” I sassed. Sam smiled.

“Speaking of travelling around,” Dean started, “Sometimes, we're going to have to leave you behind. Especially in the beginning, but I can't promise you you'll always be able to come in the future, either.”

“So I just have to chill in the motel room?”

“Sometimes, yes. But when I say leave you behind, I mean we're going to drop you with some of our friends.”

“Who are these ‘friends’?” I said, apprehensive.

“Hunters and hunter supporters. We used to get dropped at Bobby's when we were your age too, and Ellen has a daughter a couple of years younger than Sam. We're not going to abandon you, kid.”

“You’re not going to take me if I say no, are you?” I said, much quieter and more hesitant than I had been when challenging Sam about school.

“No.”

I bit my lip.

“You'll be safe with them,” Sam said gently, reaching out to my hand and giving it a squeeze, correctly guessing the reason for my hesitation. “Promise.”

I nodded.

“Ok,” Dean said, “Here's the plan. Sam and I are going to finish this case. You,” he looked me straight in the eyes and pointed his finger at me, “are not going to leave this room. Once we're done, we're going to Bobby's.” I nodded meekly.

“What's our cover story if anyone does see Ava?” Sam asked.

Dean looked me up and down. “How is anyone going to buy two twenty-something year old men with a 15yo girl in their room?” he muttered. “We’re going to be arrested for child trafficking...”

“I could be your sister,” I said hesitantly.

“That could work,” Sam said. “We’ll need to all be up to speed on some details about each other in case we get questioned.” Dean and I nodded.

“It’s probably a good cover story for wherever we go,” Dean said. “If we're in a town being the FBI or whatever, then you can just be my sister. People who know us know that our Mum died when Sammy was a baby, so you'll have to be our half-sister from our Dad. Explains why no one has seen you before, too. But for the love of God, don't tell him you're our sister when we find him next.”

“Ok,” I agreed. “So, what do I need to know?”

We ran through our birth dates, putting them into our phone calendars. Dean was 26, Sam 22 and I had recently turned 15. We came up with a cover story for how I'd gotten in touch with them and started travelling around, and that my mother was dead.

“Alright, we're gonna head out and finish this case,” Dean threw me the remote to the TV, “Don't break anything, don't leave, and don't talk to anyone. Capiche?”

“I get it Dean, you've said it 30 times already.”

“We’ll bring you back some food later,” Sam said.

They left. I channel surfed, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

---

Bobby didn't seem that put out when Sam and Dean rocked up with me in the backseat. “Who's the kid?” he asked as we got out of the car.

“Orphan,” Dean replied, at the same time as Sam said “Ava”.

“Need you to look out for her for us,” Dean continued, “get her started on her training.”

“You two idjits go on a recruiting drive?”

“It was not our idea,” Dean huffed.

“Let's get inside then,” Bobby said, turning to the house, “you can fill me in on the details later.”

Sam took me to a bedroom upstairs. I could hear Dean and Bobby talking about me in the kitchen, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Sam left me to put my things in the room and went to join the others.

The men were still talking when I came down the stairs, moving quietly so I could hear them.

“I'm jus’ worried you're going to do to her exactly what your Daddy did to you boys,” I heard Bobby say, “and she ain't going to thank you for it.”

“Believe me Bobby, I know,” Dean said.

“We’re going to do it differently, we're going to do it better,” Sam said. “Besides, it's us taking her in or her going out and getting herself killed trying to hunt things alone. You saw her face Dean, she's already in this life whether we help her or not.”

“So long as you're aware, is all I'm sayin’,” Bobby replied.

There was a small lull in the conversation so I made more noise on the stairs and walked in to the kitchen. Sam looked slightly guilty, perhaps thinking about the fact they'd just been talking about me, but the others had better poker faces.

“Welcome to the family, Ava,” Bobby said. “Guess you're going to be living wit’ me for a while.”

---

Sam got my enrolment to a distance education provider set up, putting Bobby down as my guardian. He was nothing if not efficient, although I’d been hoping we could delay or even forget about enrolling in school. He found a bunch of grading tests and made me do them, so he could work out what level I was up to in each subject. Then he drew up a whole curriculum and timeline about what I needed to study between now and the end of the school year. He was worse than my teachers.

Dean was at least more fun. He took me out and set up tins on fence posts. He offered me a gun, “You ever shoot anything?” I shook my head.

Dean showed me the basics of the gun he had then got me to have a go. I finally got one of the tins on my 5th or 6th attempt, but I think it was a fluke. “Might be something you need to work on in between all that school work Sammy's devised,” he joked at me.

On my 4th day at Bobby's, Sam and Dean took me to one of Bobby's sheds. “You ever fight anyone?” Dean asked. I shook my head. “Guess Sammy gets to be your first then,” he smirked.

“What?” I asked, incredulous. “You want me to fight Sam? I've seen you two take down vampires with a flick of a wrist, not to mention he's twice my size! I can't fight Sam!”

“Relax kid, I'm not going to set him on you. We're just going to work on some introductory moves.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“But you are going to have to be able to fight him if you ever want to be let loose on monsters,” Dean said more seriously.

“Let's not freak her out just yet,” Sam interjected.

Dean ran us through a few key moves, getting me to block Sam’s attacks and try to escape him grabbing me. I felt clumsy and weak, and was panting and aching by the end of it. I was dispirited, clearly there was so much I just wasn’t cut out for in the life of a hunter.

“Hey,” Sam said to me, noticing my mood. “You're doing great. It's only early days. Dean and I have had a lifetime of this, you haven't even had a week.” I smiled weakly at him.

“It’s uh, it's also not too late to change your mind,” he said hesitantly. “We won't judge you if you want to pull out, we can take you back to your home town and your old school.”

“No!” I snapped.

“Ok, but just remember that the offer’s there.” We walked the rest of the way back to Bobby's kitchen in silence.

Back in the main house kitchen, Bobby approached me. “I found a local teen girls self-defence class,” he said. “Might be a good way to build up some skills, and make some friends your own age.”

“Oh, umm, ok,” I said, surprised he'd been looking. “Thanks.”

“You can't have an old geezer like me as the only person to talk to.”

---

The next day the Winchesters left. And so my life shifted again.

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avainblue · 2 years

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ugh im so in love with love !! and this is the only way you can be if you hope to survive anything !! love is so wonderful life is so short lets fall into it over and over and over and over ....

#spilled thoughts #yeah !!!!#:)<3 #ava means bird

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cleolinda · 2 months

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Weekend links

My posts

1) From earlier this week: “My ~longform posts are going somewhere else. Dreamwidth? Definitely previewed on Patreon and backed up there. Here’s an unlocked post about it. tl;dr: I know tech bros already scraped everything, but if you tell me you’re going to do it, I’m not gonna hand it to you. Maybe it’s a token effort, but there it is.” Of course I’ll still post links to new writing here.

2) Some people have March Madness. I now have the Hot & Vintage Movie Women tournament.

One of the best parts of the tournament (you may remember that Toshiro Mifune won the male matchup) is people reblogging and submitting pictures, further bio information, and personal anecdotes--that sense of the Tumblr collective scrapping for the pure love of their blorbos. I love Edwige Fenech’s eyes and her iconic eyeliner, and I had to step in when she went up against powerhouse Julie Andrews with only one small picture. No, I’m not letting Edwige go out like that. She won’t win, but the people must make their choice knowingly.

I also posted some pictures for Lady Tsen Mei, because I’d actually never heard of her and was curious. Also, because she’s going up against Musidora and that’s not an easy row to hoe, either. If you see matchups like that, where hotvintagepoll didn’t receive much to post about an actress--appealing to the people with a good picspam in the reblogs is where the fun comes in.

Bear in mind that running the tournament is an INCREDIBLE amount of work; this was Friday alone. Like, I don’t know the person who’s running this, but it couldn’t be me. They’re working with what they were sent, and here’s how we can be the propaganda we want to see in the world. I will jump in as necessary when Ava Gardner, Gene Tierney, Norma Shearer, Paulette Goddard, and (on my mom’s behalf) Julie Christie show up. But there’s 512 contenders, and it’s going to be a hard fight.

(I am now reblogging the polls at only one an hour, and when I fall behind, that just means that people who missed them can catch up. Each poll lasts a week, after all.)

Reblogs of interest

You are invited to the assassination of Julius Caesar! If you joined Tumblr during the various internet shakeups last year, you may not be aware that the Ides of March is a major Tumblr holiday. You need to be.

People have always been people: an immensely long collection that may make you cry.

Respect for the Welsh language

The “Fool in a Field” theory of life in the universe

A helpful guide to some common birds here in the western US

The Forbidden Colors

“You get to drive away”: A Tale

I was not ready for this development in the Fairy vs Walrus debate

(Did William Butler Yeats believe in fairies? An anecdote from my grad school days)

(”While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping”)

Video

“Recently I’ve been interested in what I’d like to call the historical lesbian wardrobe”

“This is the snake I’ve been looking for my entire life”

Angry kitten scolds water, slaps it for good measure

Cat plays theremin

A speedy boi who doesn’t need a bike to jump

The most relaxed tiger

The sacred texts

Yes, THAT Stinky Bastard Man

Personal tags of the week

I want to be clear that AI has incredible scientific uses and could be used voluntarily by writers and artists for their own experimental projects. That is... not what this AI tag is about.

Speaking of AI: truly, the Willy Wonka Experience debacle has been a DashCon for the 2020s.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

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actually (i’m not sorry) let’s talk about force-bonded jedi knights Shannon and Mary.

“A Force-bond was a powerful connection between two Force-sensitive individuals that bridged their minds, allowing them to communicate through the Force both visually and emotionally.

The range of the bond was vast; it could span the galaxy, keeping two beings united in a psychic link despite the physical distance between them. As a result, both parties would manifest in each other's location at the same time, making it possible for them to see, hear and feel each other through their bond.”

thinking of Shannon standing in the hallway watching death approach and reaching out, finding that familiar hand, half-memory and half-desire. clutching it even as she raises her saber in the last extreme defense of Ava.

burning her life because she used to dream of holding a blue saber, of going out in glory, but love taught her to long for balance, for harmony, for peace. for green.

and she would have lived in peace, with Mary on some far-flung planet. tinkering with ships and growing too old, too fast. fixing up droids and complaining about the weather and painting the shutters in spring.

but she’s a jedi, so what she has is only an instant of that peace as she feels Mary come awake in a distant place. one last prayer on her lips. “let it be safe. let it be safe and very far away.”

whispering, “i’m sorry. i couldn’t face this part alone.”

distance had never stopped them and it doesn’t stop Shannon from dying with Mary’s arms around her.

they grow up hand-in-hand, youngling Shannon missing a piece of herself until she finds Mary. this odd, thoughtful girl from incredibly far away, who knows about engine specs and torque but not the laws of physics.

telekinetically passing her notes in class, sending them adrift like little white birds. Mary initially dumps them all in the wastepaper bin at the end of their classes, head spinning with physics and math and chemistry and kinetics and protocol and all the myriad things a jedi must know.

but eventually she unfolds them, hiding her blush with her binder of notes. chickenscratch handwriting and little diagrams of a cartoon Shannon (labelled) bonking a cartoon Mary on the head with a saber.

back when Shannon thought hers would be blue.

Mary most at home with a practice blade in her hand, trying to get used to the airy spaces in the jedi temple, quiet courtyards and the soft shuffle of pages in the archives. she sneaks into the hanger bay (as Ava will, in another decade) to look at the ships, to touch them, remembering the desert and the podracers kicking up sand. storms sweeping in to eat the sun.

scowling when Shannon takes her lunch tray over to sit at the far end of Mary’s table, so she can wink at her.

and then, one day, looking up and finding her beautiful.

after that they sit next to each other. binary stars slipping into orbit, trading from tray-to-tray; blue milk for the strawberry one. Mary eating Shannon’s greens when the jedi look away.

Mary growing closer almost against her will to this whirlwind of a girl. how she spars in the early morning with the empty air. she wakes up early to watch, pretending it's the dawn that draws her down, peering around a pillar, stunned at the grace of Shannon pivoting through the air, flipping over imaginary opponents.

asking her, as they perch on a balcony to watch the sunset over the endless cityscape, “why did you bother with me?”

Shannon has her face pressed sleepily into Mary’s shoulder. she plays with the hem of her tank top, “what d’you mean?”

“it just… seemed like you wanted to know me before you even knew me.”

“i did.”

Mary, turns her head, looking at the profile of Shannon curled up against her. warm. “yeah, but why?”

“i don’t know. i just had a feeling.”

they go together to Ilum, to get their kyber crystals, running through the icy cave systems. Shannon helps Mary when they climb and Mary clutches a half-conscious Shannon to her chest when they fall into freezing water. “i got you.”

“i k-k-know.” through chattering teeth, Mary letting Shannon slip her cold hands under her shirt for warmth. a wicked smile in the ice-warped dimness. "s-s-score."

saber fights late at night with blue offshoots of light dancing around their bodies. green sparks shattering against the stars. laying there tangled in their exhaustion, always drawing even. Mary kissing Shannon’s forehead, looking at their lightsabers sitting side-by-side. blue and green.

“we should kiss.” Shannon says this out of nowhere with the air of someone who has been thinking about it for a long time.

she’s half-draped over Mary’s chest, head on her ribs. “i can hear your heart,” she adds, when Mary loses the ability to speak.

Shannon sits up, turns. she’s about to say something when Mary lurches up, takes her by the jaw.

they kiss, and nothing is ever the same again.

#wn star wars au #shannon x mary #thanks anon for the inspiration (blows u a kiss)#casper writes #but messily

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