I DON'T REMEMBER THE EXACT TITLES RIGHT NOW BUT THIS IS SO!!!! IT'S SO RIDICULOUSLY WELL DRAWN AND THERE

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

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. 

EXAMS ARE OVERRR

my writing fundamentally changed forever ten years ago when i realized you could use sentence structure to control people’s heart rates. is this still forbidden knowledge or does everyone know it now

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

Top Femslash Ships Bracket - FINALS

:') needed this today after spending too long thinking about death

arthoesunshine / annalaura_art

whisper whisper mutter mutter beatrice's search history in the angel au

In approximately 2 hours half of my exams will be over jsjajdhdhhs

so this is ridiculously long but oh my god please don't use the sharp side of the eraser

i just absolutely needed to rant about this because it FILLS ME WITH RAGE so I have a muji eraser. if you've ever bought any stationary from muji you know that stuff is B E A U T I F U L 10/10 I love it. so I have not used this eraser for very long, and only one edge/corner/side was used (it's a block shape). the other corner was perfectly intact and untouched as it should be. i lend this eraser to someone else because he needs it. i SPECIFICASLLY ASK HIM TO ONLY USE THE SIDE I WORE DOWN. guess how it comes back. DESTROYED. MAULED. EVISCERATED. i don't know HOW but he somehow wore down an incredible amount of material just getting marks off of music. worst of all? the sharp corner is gone. A FLAT TRIANGLE. WHY WHY WHY WHY. i nEed to have one corner perfectly untouched and it literally hurts to see it gone. guys. please only use the worn down side when you borrow someone's eraser and don't touch the sharp side. also my mechanical lead pencil got lost after I lent it to someone. both of these things were gifts. PLEASEEEE MY STATIONARY IT HURTS LIKE SOMEONE RIPPED MY HEART OUT.

my friend is studying for the mcat and was just trying to explain to me about heat transfer and she said ‘you know, like the reason you get cold when you go outside on a freezing day is that your tiny human body is trying to warm up the entire universe’ and i think that’s the best thing i have ever heard