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I need to burn this to a VCR, DVD, cassette tape and lock it in the lesbian archives IMMEDIATELY.

@hehadaslightoverbite it hasn��t even been an entire week yet and the alphabet mafia done turned our girl all the way out 😂😂

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Somebody put me on a show that you’re obsessed with PLEASE. I’m not even a TV girl like that but Abbott had me in a chokehold and now that the season is over… I’m just pacing the living room. Bored. Open to literally anything. Bonus points if there’s tension and fine black people. 😂

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Ava definitely took her ass to Red Lobster 🤭

(avanine on their 2nd date)

because date 1 was incredible

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My deluded brain trying to convince the Avanine truthers that when Janine said, “every beginning comes from some other beginning’s end,” she was actually talking about dumping Gregory and running to the court room to put a ring on Ava.

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Oh WOW, I didn’t even clock how Ava always has a box during these moments with Janine. That’s such a subtle but wild detail—like, why is she always carrying something when these pivotal moments hit? Boxes usually mean transition, movement, something being stored or revealed at the right time. And given the way Ava and Janine have been moving lately, it’s giving buildup.

Like, every time something major happens with Ava, Janine is right there, locking eyes with her in that way they do when Ava’s about to let something real slip, but she always gets pulled back. And Janine never interacts with the people from Ava’s life—she just acknowledges them, almost like she’s clocking the pattern but not stepping in. That has to mean something.

I feel like the writers are setting us up for a moment where Ava finally lets something break through, but it won’t be in Janine’s usual “let me fix this” way. It’s gotta be Ava’s move, her choice. She’s so tough on the outside, but she’s fragile too, and Janine knows that.

Every time Janine is there, the pressure builds. Ava’s world shifts, but Janine never steps into it, she just stands at the threshold. Which makes me feel like we’re heading toward a moment where Ava finally breaks—whether it’s an explosion, a confession, or something in between. Whatever’s in those boxes, physically or metaphorically, she’s eventually gonna have to open one. And when she does? Janine’s gonna be right there.

That’s why their dynamic is being handled with so much care—it’s slow, it’s intentional. This buildup isn’t leading to some big dramatic intervention; it’s leading to Ava choosing to let Janine in. And when that moment comes? Yeah, it’s gonna hit hard.

Chemistry+mystery=Chemystery for all eternity.

It’s something with this setting for Ava and Janine. This location.

There’s always a box with her at this area of the school when Ava has her pivotal events.

It’s when something climatic happens in Ava’s journey, each time they’ve shared this exact moment. When it replays, there’s a box and a prominent person that shows up from Ava’s life.

And Janine always is aware of the person in Ava’s life that comes around whenever it takes place —she always gives them an acknowledging look as she leaves Ava. She’s conscious of that person. Janine’s been there at Ava’s déjà vus. These two scenes are most definitely important Avanine markers. Valuable, poignant occurrences.

What’s consistent in Ava’s monumental moments: a box, this spot (the school’s check in/out desk/welcome center) a significant individual in her life, Janine.

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After watching the latest episode, the ending stood out to me so much. Ava and Janine once again had another (very intentional) moment where they spoke with their eyes.

In that last moment-when the weight of everything crashed down on Ava's back, when the jokes dried up and the confidence cracked-it's Janine's eyes she looked for. Not Barbara's wisdom, not Melissa's strength, not Gregory's uncertainty. It's Janine.

Out of everyone, everyone, it's Janine's steady gaze she seeks, first, last, always.

Ava's eyes plead-not for saving, not for pity, but for understanding. For someone to get her. For someone to try and see the pureness of her intentions no matter how crooked the path, no matter how tangled the execution. She just needed to know if janine still had hope in her. If, after everything-after the chaos, the missteps, the bribing and scamming— Janine could still see the Ava beneath it all. Her Ava who tried, who cared in ways too jagged to be soft but too deep to be denied. The Ava that Janine always seemed to bring out when even Ava was too afraid to let it show.

Ava's eyes searched. Not with arrogance, nor expectation, but something softer, something too fragile to name. And Janine, determined Janine, answered without a single word:

"I know. I know, Ava."

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AND THE WRITERS WANT US TO SIT HERE AND BELIEVE THEY ARE NOT BUMPING POCKETBOOKS SOULMATES 🥴!

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UPDATE: My cousins made me miss the live episode and swore we’d watch it together… just for us to never get around to it. So as a true Abbott addict, I snuck away, fake-used the bathroom, and watched it in peace. Ignoring all questions and texts sent to my phone 😂😂 No crash out, no sweating. Just me, my show, and my sanity. Now I gotta fake my reactions tomorrow like I ain’t see it already LOL

Watching a show you’re secretly obsessed with around family is the hardest test of self-control. My cousins are in town for spring break, and I swear they’re trying to expose me. Like, why did they call Ava ‘Alyssa’ with their whole chest?? Who is Alyssa??? And why did they say, ‘Melissa and her fireman are so cute together’ like I don’t actively pretend that man does not exist??

And the worst part? I can’t even correct them. I can’t let them see the real me. If I say one thing, it will unravel everything, and they will see me for the deranged, fanfic-reading lunatic that I truly am. So I have to sit there, smiling, nodding, pretending I’m a casual viewer when, instead of launching into a 30-minute PowerPoint presentation on why Ava and Janine and Barbara and Melissa have undeniable tension that the writers are too scared to commit to.

I wish I could swap my online mutuals with my real-life family JUST for this week. At least they would understand the struggle and appreciate my think pieces LOL. Pray for me for Wednesday’s episode, y’all. I don’t know if I can make it. 😂😂

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Watching a show you’re secretly obsessed with around family is the hardest test of self-control. My cousins are in town for spring break, and I swear they’re trying to expose me. Like, why did they call Ava ‘Alyssa’ with their whole chest?? Who is Alyssa??? And why did they say, ‘Melissa and her fireman are so cute together’ like I don’t actively pretend that man does not exist??

And the worst part? I can’t even correct them. I can’t let them see the real me. If I say one thing, it will unravel everything, and they will see me for the deranged, fanfic-reading lunatic that I truly am. So I have to sit there, smiling, nodding, pretending I’m a casual viewer when, instead of launching into a 30-minute PowerPoint presentation on why Ava and Janine and Barbara and Melissa have undeniable tension that the writers are too scared to commit to.

I wish I could swap my online mutuals with my real-life family JUST for this week. At least they would understand the struggle and appreciate my think pieces LOL. Pray for me for Wednesday’s episode, y’all. I don’t know if I can make it. 😂😂

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ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 1.11 – Desking // 4.17 – Karaoke

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Not me randomly remembering how the AvaNine truthers (myself included) went radio silent after that Season 3 finale when Gregory and Janine finally hooked up…

Nah, when I say it was a GHOST TOWN on here??? You could hear a Tumblr notification drop. We fought for THREE SEASONS just to sit in stunned silence like we got personally broken up with. I ain’t never seen a fandom collectively log out like that before.

Ava would’ve wanted us to fight harder… but even SHE couldn’t have spun that L. 😂

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63528151

Dropped another short Oneshot to hold yall over until I finish this long chapter. Lol l'm almost thereeee! ❤️

If you're interested in Avanine and Barlissa I think you'll love this one. I took a more poetic approach teehee.

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i ❥ drawing janine with her bf and her gf

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Y’all know I love Abbott down. Like, I will defend that show with my life. But this latest episode? Had me LOST. I’m talking “where am I?” lost. “I thought I was watching something else” lost. 😭😭

Don’t drag me LOL cause I know my frustration is probably coming from the lack of AvaNine and Barlissa interactions (we starving) and the fact that we spent more time on side characters than the actual dynamics that make the show tick. And don’t get me started on them pushing this fireman relationship on Melissa—love her growth, but it seemed so random???

In sum, I think I'm just in a wlw drought. The only queer rep we got is the obviously (expectedly) white man, and baby, that is not feeding me. I need something unexpected. I need my Abbott WIVES. This drought is driving me crazy. Quinta, baby, help me. Bring some water please

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me: has a half-done, 5k-word oneshot nearly ready to publish

also me: ok but what if i wrote another avanine short prompt where they get married after a 5-minute argument.

My priorities are screwed 😭 Someone please remind me to hit publish before they end up with three kids and a dog!

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Softest Place on Earth: Avanine Prompt (Fluff)

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Janine types, fingers gliding across the keyboard, steady as rain against a quiet windowpane. The district office hums with after-hours silence—the kind that makes the world feel smaller, where time itself hesitates. Outside, the city exhales, car horns distant, streetlights spilling golden halos onto the pavement.

It’s late—far past when she *should* be here, hunched over her laptop, bathed in the glow of the screen. But ideas don’t wait for reasonable hours.

The fluorescents buzz softly. A cold cup of coffee sits forgotten at the edge of her desk. The only sound is the rhythmic click of keys—until it isn’t alone.

Ava's breathing has slowed.

Janine feels it before she sees it—the weight of her, draped around her back, arms snug around her waist. Ava has been silent for a while now, head tucked into Janine’s shoulder, body slack with sleep.

Janine hadn’t expected her to stay. Not this long. Not *like this*.

She tilts her head, peering over the rim of her glasses. Ava’s face, usually so animated—full of teasing smirks and sharp glances—has melted into something unguarded. Her lashes flutter faintly, casting shadows against her cheeks. Her full lips part just enough for the softest snores to slip out, like secrets given freely. Her brows, so often arched in mischief, are smoothed out, peaceful, like she’s finally let go of whatever keeps her moving so fast.

‘ She’s beautiful like this’, Janine thinks, pressing her lips together to fight a smile.

Not in the sharp, dazzling way she usually is—strutting down hallways like she owns them, the sway of her hips in six-inch heels, the way she commands a room. Not when she’s yelling across Abbott’s halls or side-eyeing Janine from behind her desk. Not when she’s too cool to need anyone.

No, this is a different kind of beautiful. A *quiet* one. A *soft* one.

Janine should move. Should shift, should shake her, should gently pry away the arms wrapped so tightly around her waist. But she doesn’t. She *can’t*.

Ava’s been showing up more often than she needs to—turning up with ridiculous excuses. ‘Had a meeting in the area’ (she didn’t). ‘Wanted to see if these chairs were comfier than Abbott’s’ (they weren’t). ‘Somebody told me there were free snacks here’ (nobody did).

Tonight, though, there were no excuses. No grand gestures of avoidance.

She was needy.

She was tired.

And, Janine realizes, she had come to *her*.

Janine had expected the usual—Ava barging in, cracking jokes, making herself at home. Instead, she had just stood there, lingering in the doorway, something unspoken in her eyes. And instead of filling the silence, Janine had just lifted an eyebrow, lips quirking in knowing amusement, waiting.

Ava had finally strode in, all effortless confidence—perched herself on the edge of Janine’s desk, pretending to listen as Janine rambled about district-wide initiatives. But then—*then*—Ava had reached for her.

She had lifted her from her swivel chair, pulled her into her lap, one strong arm looping around her waist, the other slipping beneath her sweater to press against bare skin. Had mumbled something—something about how *this chair looks uncomfortable as hell*—before settling in, her breath warm and slow against Janine’s neck.

Now, Ava is slumped against her back, fingers curling against the fabric of Janine’s sweater like she’s holding onto something fragile. Her grip—God, her grip—is desperate in a way she’d never admit if she were awake. Like she *needs* Janine to be here. Right here. Close enough to feel the steady rise and fall of her chest. Close enough to steal warmth, to be warmth. A hold that whispers *mine* without sound.

Every now and then, Ava’s breath hitches, like even in sleep, she’s fighting vulnerability. Her brow furrows slightly, as if she’s waging a battle only she can see. Janine wonders if Ava ever truly relaxes. If there’s ever a moment where she isn’t running, where her walls aren’t up.

*Maybe this is it.*

Tonight, Ava has let go.

Janine exhales, turning back to the glow of her screen. She tries to focus, tries to make her fingers move, but her mind is elsewhere—lost in the rhythm of Ava’s breathing against her back, the way her arms tighten over her stomach. The way her scent—rich, expensive, undeniably Ava—wraps around her like a second skin.

Her free hand stills on the keyboard. Her other, absentmindedly, runs slow, gentle circles against Ava’s arm, memorizing the softness of her skin. Ava sighs, shifting closer, pressing her face deeper into Janine’s neck.

Ava Coleman—the woman who once celebrated Janine leaving Abbott, who practically cheered as she packed up her classroom—is now wrapped around her like a lifeline, snoring softly, her grip tight, as if letting go would pull Janine too far away. And Janine didn’t want her to.

It’s ironic, really.

Janine had left Abbott, but somehow, Ava had never let her go in the first place.

Something blooms in Janine’s chest—tender, fragile, something she doesn’t dare name.

She exhales slowly, pressing her fingers just a little deeper against Ava’s skin, as if to reassure them both that this is real. As if to ground herself.

The loneliness that had settled in her bones since leaving Abbott—it isn’t gone.

Truth is—she *misses* Abbott. The laughter in the halls, the warmth of family in places family shouldn’t have existed. She misses Gregory’s quiet patience, Jacob’s relentless optimism, Barbara’s wisdom, Melissa’s tough love.

But for now, with Ava’s weight pressed warm against her back, it isn’t quite so heavy.

For now, she isn’t alone.

For now, a piece of Abbott is still here, wrapped around her waist, snoring softly into her shoulder.

And it is the softest place on earth.

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The way the words sync too perfectly with Crystal’s eyes??? Nah, this ain’t an edit, this is DOCUMENTED FOOTAGE. Looks like it’s a mutual agreement and Crystal just standing there looking like she already made peace with her decision LMFAOOOO. The edit is so good I almost forgot this never actually happened.I WISH IT WAS REAL SO BAD. *sobs*

A very real not at all made up deleted scene