same song with the same old beats

Mo | Sagittarius | gay af | co-president of the Emily Junk Appreciation Club NOT a Warrior Nun blog sorry if you came here bc of that one fic it won't happen again

[emilyjunk]

i'm here again (talking myself out of my own happiness)

Pairing: kate/yelena (hawkeye/mcu)

Rating: T

Word Count: ~6600

Summary:

"So this is bad. And okay, she knows. She knows. It’s always a little bad. Things get bad and then she kinda makes them worse, but ultimately she does make them better in the end! It’s just her thing. The whole make-the-bad-situation-worse-before-she-gets-out-of-it thing. Totally classic Kate. But uh. This time, it really does look kinda bad. Like, maybe made-it-worse-but-won’t-get-out-of-it-this-time kinda bad." Kate doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut in a hostage sitch. It's a problem, probably. But at least she's not alone.

[becaeffingmitchell]

put your blood on ice (you're not gonna make it)

Is it a blessing a curse to grow close to someone you can't have? Beca's well on her way to finding out.

AU where Beca holds her dad to the deal they made and moves to LA after trying one year at college

[chapter 5 ao3 link]

[becaeffingmitchell]

put your blood on ice (you're not gonna make it)

If Beca had known what kind of floodgate she’d be opening by letting herself get pressured into watching a cover band performance, she might’ve hesitated just a little bit more before dropping by the bar that night

AU where Beca holds her dad to the deal they made and moves to LA after trying one year at college

[chapter 4 ao3 link]

[becaeffingmitchell]

put your blood on ice (you're not gonna make it)

Okay, so maybe going out once in a while isn't that bad, and maybe Jesse isn't that lame, but that doesn't mean Beca wants to spend a wild night out in the city. That is......unless that hot bass player is coming along for the ride...

AU where Beca holds her dad to the deal they made and moves to LA after trying one year at college

[chapter 3 ao3 link]

[becaeffingmitchell]

put your blood on ice (you're not gonna make it)

AU where Beca holds her dad to the deal they made and moves to LA after trying one year at college

[chapter 2 ao3 link]

[becaeffingmitchell]

put your blood on ice (you're not gonna make it)

She did it. She's in LA. She's on her own. She's living her dream. But what her naive 19-year-old self failed to consider is that the music industry is an adult world with adult competition that requires adult experience. Can Beca get by with the 1.5 friends she managed to scrape together, or will she drown in the hole she'd dug herself into?

...or the AU where Beca holds her dad to the deal they made and moves to LA after trying one year at college

[ao3 link]

[becaeffingmitchell]

Bemily Hozier Collection (13/?): To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuarithe)

There are some things that no one teaches you, love That come natural as a dream you didn't know that you were in

[read on ao3]

[eyelessfog]

rarepairs r so funny because you'll be part of the rarepair group n you'll be like. okay but look at all this stuff that makes them make sense and from the outside you look like youre holding a conspiracy board with dots and string n everyone is like ohh wow.. okay.... umm.. if u say so.... but when youre IN the rarepair group youre like no listen look. its obvious. look at this. look. there are famous ships with less substance than this

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Ava/Beatrice Rating: T for tiktok Summary:

“Okay, what do you need from me? What do we need to do?” “I need…” Ava starts, readying herself to drop the ultimate bomb and knowing Bea isn’t going to like it one bit. “To make a TikTok.” or Ava returns to Earth at last, but like all legendary heroes, she'll need the power of love and tiktok if she's going to defeat God for good.

[emilyjunk]

Me vibing, minding my own business:

My brain: why are all the evening activities at coffee shops like open mic/performance based? Why the fuck can't we host a science fair??? A rollercoaster design competition?? ROBOT BATTLE? Email me to sign up I want to see an adult make a shitty volcano!!

[gohandinhand]

turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold [2/2]

Fandom: Warrior Nun

Pairing: Ava/Beatrice

Rating: T

Word count: ~9k chapter (~19k total)

Read it on AO3

Canon divergent from the end of 2x02; what if they didn’t get called back to the fight, but had to find a new place to hide away, train, and fall in love? AKA a thinly veiled excuse to write a love letter to the pnw

The rain comes to stay and the life force of the trees shifts from leaves to trunk and branch, the bark overgrown with a carpet of moss reanimated now by the constant mist. The trees stretch their naked branches into the sky — like fingers, like roots, reaching for the clouds, like the very concept of a tree has been inverted. There’s still life and growth and green in the moss, a jewel of life, and these trees that look like they’ve been drawn in thick chartreuse crayon are a stark contrast to the still-dark evergreens that remain, unchanged, like guardians.

A reminder, a benediction; there is more than death and nothingness, even if winter is coming.

[gohandinhand]

turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold (½)

Fandom: Warrior Nun

Pairing: Ava/Beatrice

Rating: T

Word count: ~9k

Read it on AO3

Canon divergent from the end of 2x02; what if they didn’t get called back to the fight, but had to find a new place to hide away, train, and fall in love? AKA a thinly veiled excuse to write a love letter to the pnw

They’re different here, again, off-duty and alone together through the rapidly shortening afternoons. In Switzerland they’d had this only for stolen moments, cradled in the refuge of a dark bedroom. Here, nestled in the safety of the trees and a sky shuttered with clouds, the intimacy of the night bleeds forward into the day.

[vamp-orwave]

[matan4il]

Writing a fic is an act of love, it’s a letter of adoration - to a character, to a relationship, to a fandom or to a fandom friend, whether it’s a fluff piece or the angstiest bit of angst, it’s always infused with love of some kind. Posting a fic is therefore an act of bravery. What if your love isn’t good enough? Such a freaking scary thought. So to swallow it down and post anyway… Basically, be kind to your fic writers. 

[becaeffingmitchell]

damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil (ch 8-11)

Rating: T Chapters: 8-11/20 aka ep 7-10 Summary: [snippets following the Ava-Halo relationship throughout the two seasons]

But she can’t settle her mind, thinking about duty and obligation and morality, thinking back to that dingy little bedroom at the Cradle — the room assigned to the Halo-Bearer, militaristic in its minimalism. The room that was so freshly parted with Shannon that her personalizations still covered the walls and desk. Her notes. Her sketches and paintings. She was an artist. She was a person.

Ava’s back prickles, the Halo feeling colder and heavier than usual. Was that her fate? To be riddled with supernatural shrapnel as a sacrifice to some Higher Power, some almighty Greater Good? To be remembered only as some crusader, one of many to pass, one of many to come?

…Would she even be remembered?

Prologue | s1e1 - s1e3 | s1e4 - s1e6 | s1e7 - s1e10 | s2e1 - s2e4 | s2e5 - s2e8 | Epilogue

[becaeffingmitchell]

damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil (ch 5-7)

Rating: T  Chapters: 5-7/20 aka ep 4-6 Summary: [snippets following the Ava-Halo relationship throughout the two seasons]

“I killed someone,” Ava says into the darkness without preamble, surprising even herself with the sound of her own voice. “With…using it. The Halo.”

A part of her hopes that Mary’s fast asleep and didn’t hear her speak, while another part of her prays that she’s awake and caught her sudden confession. Either way, her words are met with a long stretch of silence that seems to go on and on forever, punctuated only by the distant cacophony of bugs outside of their cave. 

Ava’s drowning in the sound, practically falling into a stupor from it, when Mary finally sighs out two words. 

“On purpose?”

Prologue | s1e1 - s1e3 | s1e4 - s1e6 | s1e7 - s1e10 | s2e1 - s2e4 | s2e5 - s2e8 | Epilogue

[unicyclehippo]

in my loving ava silva hours