lets remix this business 🎧

Matt. he/him Ao3 - writteninbechloe

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

TRACK FOUR - PRESS RELEASE

Rating: T Oneshot Pairings: Bechloe Summary: And if you need a villain in this story about yourself, that's alright But you're not mine, you're not mine You're not mine, you're not mine

I swear there are happy ones coming in this series 😭😭 the amount of angst and hurt/comfort I've piled into this series does not in fact do justice to what a bop this album is, sorry Fightmaster lmao

ANYWAY here we go with Track Four, I actually really love this one, the song and this fic, even if I feel bad for it 😅😅

[snowbairdd]

ANNA KENDRICK via @ rachelnicolepagan Instagram

[bri-the-nautilus]

[thememedaddy]

[crying-tartine]

[sendrickbecs]

I haven’t logged onto tumblr in months but I needed to come back on here to say my fic is making me lose my mind. I’ve just thought of a massive twist that might make the story 1000 times better but it’s going to take me ages to actually write it but I’m sat here buzzing because in my head the idea sound so good and I would be so excited if I was the reader but actually having to write it is making me reconsider

[susxc]

Them

[sendrickbecs]

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

The cold metal of her truck bed was a welcome relief, its hard surface offering an unexpected comfort as it pressed against the warm skin of her legs. Beca let herself sink further into it, her body becoming heavier with every breath, as if the truck had somehow become an anchor, grounding her in the midst of the whirlwind in her mind. The evening air was crisp, the kind that nipped at your skin just enough to remind you that the world kept moving, while she could barely find the strength to move herself.

[duskdrawings]

A set of Bechloe memes have appeared, which means you're going to have a great day today!!! 😄✨

pp memes #1 / pp memes #2 / pp memes #3 / pp memes #4 / pp memes #5 / pp memes #6 / pp memes #7 / pp memes #8 / pp memes #9 / pp memes #10 / bechloe memes #1 / bechloe memes #2

[sendrickbecs]

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

This is the first time I’ve logged onto this tumblr account in about 5 months, and I know I’m the worst for updating my fics but I hope there are still some people who will read this.

Continuation from:

He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he stepped closer. “I've figured it all out,” he said, the gears in his head locking into place.

She usually would have just walked away from him, not caring what he had to say, but there was something about his tone that unsettled her. “What are you talking about?”

She still hadn't backed down, and she didn't intend to. Beca had had enough of his blackmailing, his stupid smirks and the power he thought he had over her. She was going to stand her ground and get him to back off once and for all. She wasn't going to let him treat her like shit anymore, she had put up for it for years and she was finally going to put a stop to it. If Chicago wouldn't get out of her way, then she was going to make him.

She knew she couldn't do too much - as far as she knew, Chicago still had the emails, and had every intent to continue blackmailing her. But she couldn't keep doing nothing. She also wouldn't let him get away with continuously flirting with other girls when he supposedly liked Chloe. She deserved so much better than that - than him.

“Seriously, what the fuck man? Haven't you done enough? I did what you wanted.”

Her words clearly had no impact on him because Chicago took another step towards her, he was close enough that Beca could feel his breath against her cheek. She let out a shaky breath as he leaned closer to her, his mouth next to her ear.

“I know you're in love with Chloe,” he whispered.

[mayahart]

— virginia woolf, from a letter to vita sackville-west  ↳ ❅ for @cressidascowper

[anxietyproblem]

[neurodivergenttales]

How am I supposed to comfort myself when I don't even feel like I know myself and I don't even feel real most of the time?

Sometimes my brain feels like this vague, unreachable thing, miles and miles away

I can't even understand or hold onto what I am feeling

I see everything, including myself, through a haze that doesn't clear until all of a sudden every suppressed emotion rushes at me at once

By then it's all too much for me and I just want to find an easy way out or way to run away from it all

[neurodivergenttales]

People talk about wanting to recover so that they can re-gain their old selves, their old passions, their old interests

What do you do when you don't have an old self to go back to and re-gain? There wasn't a 'me' before mental illness or if there was I don't remember them

When you start struggling with your mental health at a young age, it becomes all that you know and your identity can become distorted around it

Now I'm an adult who has no idea what they like, what they enjoy or even how to comfort themselves

What am I supposed to do with myself and how am I supposed to find reasons to recover when it feels like drowning is all I know?

[dailybrittanysnowpics]

[beca-mitchell]

BECA AND CHLOE | PITCH PERFECT

[m0jitosss]

"The little bit of space that had been between them in the group photo is not present in this one. They’re pressed close, Chloe’s eyes shut, her forehead resting against Beca’s cheek. Her arms are looped around Beca’s neck, fingers laced through her hair. Chloe’s hat on Beca’s head and Beca’s sunglasses perched in Chloe’s curls. Beca’s smile is soft and content, a little sleepy. Her wrists are crossed behind Chloe’s back, knuckles brushing along either side of her spine. The LEDs from the pool have painted them pink and blue and their friends are just blurred shapes in the background."

- All I Ask of You chapter 22

@kailoraurelius

[m0jitosss]

Made a polaroid version @kailoraurelius 👀

Sometimes I forgot you can put a polaroid in your wallet