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final chapter is up!

[canonicallyanxious]

hi hi hi so totally solely because you have excellent taste and are a Playlist God and not at all for selfish reasons because I am in desperate need of new music or anything but top 5/10 of all the fanmixes you've ever made? 👀

Alina this is so fucking funny because i’m so extra that i already have a ranked list of my own playlists skjdnfksdjnfsd

but i haven’t updated it since end of 2019 anyway so i will update the top 10 ranking to include playlists i made last year just for u [also in the interest of fairness i am defining fanmixes as, like, fan content, so that unfortunately discounts all the playlists i’ve made for my own ocs but the thing about it is anything i make about my ocs is automatically canon so who’s the real winner here]

also this list actually is ranked because i play favorites with my playlists sorry about it

tonight, we run [playlist for my davenzi star wars au; druck]

Axolotl & Zombiewoman [kieutou; druck] <- disclaimer that i’m not finished with this one bc i add ten songs to it every week so i still have to add songs for weeks 9/10 but u know what i stand by it

endless shades and hues [playlist for a rock band evak au i never wrote; skam]

and you fight until the finish line carries you home [playlist for my evak break up fic; skam]

angsty PR zimbits [playlist for my and @boxesfullofthoughts pacific rim zimbits au; check please] <- it’s hilarious i never bothered to come up with a proper name for this one

wavey davey’s on fire [dave strider; homestuck]

only fire, only water, only love [catradora; she-ra]

every breath you steal (is a breath i breathe for you) [playlist for my and @boxesfullofthoughts hitmen!evak au; skam]

if i could think straight (if i could speak my mind) [nora machwitz; druck]

i could learn from you [omar/mohammed; druck] <- i hate that this joke thing for your birthday i made also genuinely kind of slaps skjdnfkjsdfs

Ask me my top 5/10 anything!

[hjertetssunnegalskap1]

Alina, you have written some amazing pearls, but I just re-read Play That Song, and I wanted to make a little edit thing for it (I originally planned to paint something, but the time ran out for me). Anyway. Happy birthday, Alina! Your writing is inspiring and I hope that many fans find your treasures! 

[tristealven]

Hii can I have top 5 foods you like to eat please?

i must admit i have a complicated relationship to food (who doesn’t?)

wholegrain pancakes with bananas, blueberries and honey 

parmigiana di melanzane

warm goat cheese salad 

feta and spinach omelette

oatmeal with berries or bananas or both 

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer

[evakuality]

Hiii! 4, 6, and 9 for the ask meme please ❤

Ah, Alina <3 thank you for indulging me.  I love these questions!

4. Do you think your style has changed over time? How so? Ummm, yeah I think so.  I’m more wordy now, tend to do more with description and slow down the pace a lot more than I used to.

6. Name three stories you found easy to write.  Ahahahaha.  None of them?  Hmmm, I guess the fic I’m writing with @hjertetssunnegalskap1 came very easily.  It was just so fun to bounce off each other and we write so fast.  Then, actually, the earliest parts of the Archetype fics were both pretty easy.  I was so consumed with the world that it was so fun to finally get some of it down in words.  And Stuck (in the middle) with you was also such a joy to do that it went quickly and easily too.  

9. What do your fic bookmarks say about you? That I don’t use bookmarks haha.  I think I have maybe 5 things bookmarked because I’m too lazy to do more.  I wish I was more organized, but alas, I find myself annoyed at myself when I want to find something and yet … I still don’t bookmark.

[evaksbinder]

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This is the second week of our Christmas in July feature! Today’s fic is a film adaptation au. If you like it, please consider leaving it some love in the form of kudos/comments!

It’s a Wonderful Life - kapplebougher / @kapplebougher (13k)

"Think of it as a film, Even," she said, stepping closer. "What I'm about to show you, is one made just for you. Except this time, you are not the director." "You say that like I ever was," he said, more bitterness creeping into his tone than he’d expected. "Oh, you are,” she assured him. “Much more than you would think. But you won't be in this one." "Why not?" "Because in this one, you don't exist."

Or, an It's a Wonderful Life AU, where Even believes the world would be better off without his existence. With the help of an angel though, he comes to realize that just maybe - that may not be entirely true.

Notes & Ramblings:

This film concept is perfect for Even and for his canon insecurities, and is adapted so skillfully to fit his story. 

This is one of my favorite Christmas movies, and this fic delivers the same great sweep of emotions.

The tone of this fic is a great blend of despair, hope, sweetness and joy.

The far-reaching influence of Even’s life on his friends and family is beautifully and heartbreakingly written, with a feeling of poignancy and timelessness.

The interactions between Even and Isak are fittingly soft and tender, but with quiet intensity.

Like the original, this story does a really lovely job of focusing our attention on the things that really matter in life, and which tend to draw our focus during the Christmas season: friends, family, and love.

Favorite Lines:

He placed the items on the bedside table, and then crawled into the bed beside Even, situating himself with his back against the headboard. And then Even watched, chest expanding with an emotion he couldn’t describe, as the Even on the bed turned around, and Isak raised his arm readily to allow him under. Even curled around Isak’s lower body, pillowing his head on Isak’s lap and twining an arm around his legs.

There was a fluidity to the way they moved together, in harmony and without hesitation, almost as if practiced. Isak reached for the notebook and balanced it on his free leg, pulled something up on the laptop screen on the bedside table, and then began to write into the notebook. He glanced to the right every now and then to look at or type something on the laptop before returning to scribbling into the notebook – all while his other hand weaved in and out of Even’s hair, brushing over Even’s neck, sweeping up and down his back, soothing him until the Even on the bed fell back asleep. Even’s chest and throat were tight. If he could cry in this world, he would have been by now.

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Isak kept playing and neither of them said a word until the end of the piece, both of them completely entranced by the forlorn music. Even was rendered speechless. All those years an instrument like this—capable of making such gut-wrenching music—had been sitting in their house, collecting dust, with no one around to play it. It almost seemed like a crime.

Isak played the last note but left his foot on the pedal, letting the note echo for a bit. After a bit, he finally lifted his foot off the pedal, suddenly cloaking the room in silence and—

“Oh, my God.”

The both of them startled so hard at the unexpected voice that Isak nearly fell off his seat in alarm and Even’s hands jerked forward impulsively, slamming down on the keys and creating an awful, clashing sound in comparison to the beautiful piece Isak had just played. Even whipped around.

“Mom,” he said, bewildered. Had she been home this wholetime? “I didn’t think you were — where did you come from?”

“The grocery store,” she answered Even breathlessly, but her wide eyes were fixated on Isak. She was standing at the threshold of the kitchen that led into the music room, what looked like a bag of groceries in one hand and a purse still slung over her other shoulder. A long stretch of silence fell in the room.

Beside him, Isak shot a panicked look at Even. Even realized that was his cue for introductions.

“Uh…mom, this is my friend, Isak. Isak—my mom.”

“Hi,” Isak said, suddenly on his feet and moving forward to shake his mother’s hand.

His mother shook it, her eyes still wide. “You were the one playing, just now?”

Isak sent another hasty, panicked look back at Even, like he’d been caught doing something wrong. “Yes?”

His mother laughed, placing a hand on her chest. “I…wow. When I walked in here, and I heard the music, I thought I’d walked into a dream. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” She gave a breathless giggle, dropping the bag of groceries to grab one of Isak’s hands, holding them between hers. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear someone finally play that old piano like that? That was beautiful.” She looked to be in danger of adopting Isak on the spot, from the way she was beaming at him.

She suddenly glanced at Even, as if just remembering he was still there. “How do you two know each other?”

“He works at the SAYO camp for the music lessons,” Even said, thinking that it was more or less the truth even if he wasn’t an official instructor. “Teaches them piano. And…he’s been teaching me, a little bit,” Even added, smiling at the way Isak suddenly looked very shy.

His mother shot Even a disbelieving look before looking back to Isak. “You got Even to sit down at a piano, for more than thirty seconds? What, did you blackmail him into it?”

Even felt his heart skip a beat. Fuck, he should have seen this coming.

“No?” Isak asked, looking confusedly between Even and his mother. “Actually, Even asked me to teach him.”

His mother raised her eyebrows so high that they were in danger of meeting her hairline. She looked at Even contemplatively, and he could almost see it click in her eyes.

“And…how have the lessons been going?” she asked, her voice light.

Isak blinked. “Even’s been great. Really easy to teach, catches on quickly. He’s a fast learner.”

“Is he now,” his mother hummed, more or less outright smirking at him now. Even stared flatly back at her, begging her, needing her to not to do this right now.

Isak stared at Even. Then he stared at his mother. “Was…Even not a fan of piano lessons before, or…?”

His mother grinned devilishly, having been given the opening she needed. Traitor. “Not a fan?” she laughed. “I think it was something more along the lines of, ‘I hate the piano and it’s boring I’m never going to play it ever again in my life, and you can never make me, mom, or so God help me—‘”

“Mom, let me help you get the rest of the groceries,” Even said loudly, nearly bounding from his seat on the piano as he crossed the room in a few strides.

Play That Song By kapplebougher @kapplebougher

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