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[justawhitewall]

mirages of you [chapter 1/3, 12.9k]

After dying, becoming the Warrior Nun, and blowing up the goddamn Vatican to escape the devil himself, it's in a small apartment hidden in the Alps on a random Tuesday that Ava's life truly begins again (and again, and again).

Read on Ao3

for @gohandinhand's birthday :)

[emilyjunk]

show us the twink

Live and in the flesh

Sleepover Saturday

[birgittesilverbae]

top 5 pets

lucy

cedria

arwen

gus

every pet i get photos of from friends but have never gotten to pet (simon my beloved 🥺)

bonus: arwen and gus absolutely getting along, totally, 100%

[daisychainsandbowties]

one from each end of the spectrum, 7 & 19 pls!

7. FISHhhhhhhHHHHHHHHJJJFFFfF. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this is how i feel when i think about going to an aquarium

actually i think they should put me in an aquarium i’ll sign whatever legal documents

19. what’s the vegggie you dislike the most?

parsnips for SURE because my mom used to make this potato and carrot and parsnip mashed monstrosity and then glare until i tried it and it was always so bad so bad sosososossoooo bad

also once when i was in a bog looking for idk some orange worm the people who owned the bog came out and fed us that same thing but with large uncooked pieces of white onion in it and it was. atrocious. it was not a good day

oh but also any veggie that has ever touched vinegar in its life can stay away from me. permadeath.

[cowboycatd]

give us davey’s elevensies (11 and 22 pls)

Going to answer this ask normally.

11. Anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

Hell on earth, okay, I'm being normal, I'm being So Normal. I'd say I've held onto my love of play! Like take me to a playground and I'll have the time of my life without feeling self-conscious. Or give me some Legos and leave me there for hours and I won't notice the time has passed. Let's be carefree! Let's be whimsical!

22. Do you have an emotional support water bottle?

I don't know what the hell this means but...no? It's just a water bottle?

[mooonsacolyte]

my silly little gay people being criminals

(art comm by kovacseemma)

[princington]

bloom

commissioned by @gohandinhand to match with bea's 🥰

[jtl07]

15 questions for 15 friends

tagged by @possibilistfanfiction!

Were you named after anyone? kinda - my birth name is from a character from a tv series. my preferred name, however, (jt) comes the initials of a "new" name my former coworkers discovered when you say my full name quickly

When was the last time you cried? yesterday, while eating a delicious apple kringle - grief, man. can never expect it.

Do you have kids? nopers - tho i do have a deep love for my friend's kids, especially the youngest

What sports have you played/do you play? my base is in martial arts - grew up with karate, then as an adult muay thai and bjj (did not compete for the former because i hated getting punched in the face; did compete for the latter but mostly local tournaments). sadly never got into weapons, though due to doing military drill in high school and college, if you give me any sort of stick-like object, i will immediately start to spin it lol. i wanna get back into sailing and weightlifting (former i haven't done since high school, latter i got into last year) but trying to pace myself

Do you use sarcasm? only i know you well (or: i'm irritated af)

First thing you notice about people? how tall they are lol (see below re: height)

What is your eye color? brown

Scary movies or happy endings? i cannot handle scary movies worth anything oh god

Any talents? i meow? lol - i love imitating sounds, accents. i have not yet mastered the crows here though. (frustratingly, i'm shit at vocal imitation)

Where were you born? japan! okinawa to be exact

What are your hobbies? walking, napping, getting back into the guitar. oh and yeah, writing

Do you have any pets? sadly, no

How tall are you? sighs the sigh of someone who finally caved and bought a step stool for the kitchen: five feet.

Favorite subject in school? english lit for sure

Dream Job? no job only dream

tagging but absolutely no pressure: @littledata @gowalkyourself @gohandinhand @piratekane @rustingcat

also if you see this and wanna do it, go for it!

[possibilistfanfiction]

for surgeons au.,, perhaps some hurt/comfort :,)

[hbd @gohandinhand. sorry but tbf... u asked for this lol (also so many of you asked for 'what if bea gets hurt' bc we all share one collective grey's anatomy-ass braincell // also on ao3]

//

‘dr. silva is still in the tumor resection?’

it’s only, like, your fifth week being a doctor, so there are so many things you don’t know all the time; you add dr. villaumbrosia asking this question to the list. still, she’s kind of the scariest person you’ve ever met in your life — unflappable and a little mean to everyone but her patients and their families, talented and whip-smart beyond belief, willing to take on the hardest cases — and so you answer anyway with a nod. you only know this because zaire promised he would come find you just after he’d finished with dr. silva — to celebrate at the bar down the street and hopefully more than that too — but you don’t add that; you don’t think dr. villaumbrosia would appreciate it all that much.

‘okay,’ she says, more shaken than you’ve ever seen her.

‘is something… did something go wrong, or?’

‘with ava’s surgery, no, i don’t think so.’ 

ava is new; you’re not embarrassed to admit that you and basically your whole intern class has been keeping track of who’s with whom amongst the attendings, so you know they’re all either dating or friends or some kind of family. still, dr. villaumbrosia never uses first names at work. 

‘there’s a trauma being flown in,’ she continues. ‘there was an avalanche, and dr. choi was skiing in the backcountry today. i don’t — i don’t know more details.’ she worries her hands for a moment. ‘she hasn’t answered her sat phone.’

‘oh,’ is the best you’ve got, disarmed by the obvious fear that lingers around every inch of her.

‘dr. silva can’t know, if she does come in. not until after he’s finished the hardest part of the procedure and can pass it off.’

not that you were going to be the one to randomly decide to go to dr. silva’s OR and say any of this, but you nod. ‘of course.’

‘i need you to go check on tai; she’s in daycare.’

‘uh, i don’t — i’ve never —‘

dr. villaumbrosia waves you off. ‘she’s cute. looks like choi, acts like silva.’ 

when you don’t respond immediately, dr. villaumbrosia just glares. ‘yeah, of course,’ you hurry to say.

‘and then i need you to go to the ER for the trauma. dr. masters already knows you’re coming; you’re going to see what’s going on and tell me and no one else. got it?’

‘yes, dr. villaumbrosia. will do.’

‘great.’

to be honest, you have no idea where the daycare even is, and this certainly isn’t what you went to a bazillion years of school for, but whatever. maybe this will get you on dr. villaumbrosia’s good side. 

‘and dr. al-najjar?’

you nod.

‘i know this seems ridiculous. but dr. choi is — she’s my favorite person. it’s important.’

you understand in your own way: you facetime your little brother every day, no matter how tired you are, no matter how late or early it is for you. ‘i’ll tell you everything as soon as i can.’

‘good.’

/

tai is, apparently, a fourteen month old, very cute toddler, who really does look like dr. choi. when you explain, very briefly, to one of the daycare teacher that dr. villaumbrosia sent you to see how she’s doing, make sure she’s okay, she nods and shows you over to an area of the room with soft mats and some wooden blocks. tai smiles at you, all baby teeth and big cheeks, and says mostly nonsense but a few words — blocks, doctor, mama — and then promptly knocks over her block tower with definite glee. 

you snap a nice, cute picture of tai smiling in her little giraffe hoodie and send it off to dr. villaumbrosia. you’ve never been a baby guy, and you’re certain she isn’t either, because there’s no way you could ever possibly choose her specialty if you were, but she loves the photo anyway — the first and only time she’ll ever respond to a text from you like that, you’re absolutely certain — and it makes you smile, just for a moment. when you wave goodbye to tai she laughs, and you hope, very concretely, that she goes home with both of her parents tonight, or soon, at least, that her family stays as full and happy and warm as it had been this morning.

/

you feel genuinely nervous and way too invested: you’ve met dr. choi in passing a handful of times, and she’d assisted on one of dr. villaumbrosia’s surgeries once that you’d gotten to hold a retractor for, but according to emma — the best gossip and also dr. choi’s favorite intern, allegedly — says that dr. choi is kind and quiet and a wonderful teacher, patient and skilled and efficient. you’d been looking forward to being on her service soon, honestly, and, even in the past few weeks, you’re starting to understand that the people here, that you spend so much time with, are starting to feel like family.

dr. masters nods at you, her braids already tucked away beneath a cap, trauma gown on. you’re on peds, so you don’t know if you’re really here to help with anything — dr. villaumbrosia wasn’t called down for any consults, still set for the routine bowel repair she’d been scheduled for this afternoon, so you’re fairly certain there weren’t any children coming in — but she gestures toward the gown and gloves anyway.

‘just in case we need more hands on deck,’ she says as way of explanation. ‘there’s four people, and we don’t really know the extent of their injuries.’

you nod — what else is there to say — and things are very, very still until dr. masters gets a page and then everything is moving — loudly, organized, seamless — and you’re in awe, for a moment, of dr. masters’ ER. you love trauma surgery and she’s, like, kind of the biggest badass in the country, and it’s pretty fucking cool to watch her very quickly get everyone exactly where they need to be in the amount of time it takes for her to walk to the elevator that leads up to the helipad.

the wind whips from the blades when the doors open, rainy and miserable, and your heart is caught in your throat when the door opens. you see dr. masters’ hands shake, although you’d never, ever mention it, locked behind her back in tight fists, until dr. choi’s face — a bruise along her jaw, a scrape that runs underneath her eye, all the way into her hair, the tip of her nose and the tips of her ears a painful red, probably from frostbite — comes into view.

dr. choi, strapped into a stretcher, covered in a blanket and hooked up to an IV, immediately starts talking, before the stretcher is even fully out of the helicopter. ‘the three coming out,’ she starts, ‘i dug them out as much as i could. i did an emergency thoracostomy on david, you need to push a ton of antibiotics. anna needs to go to the OR immediately for her pelvis, make sure cam —‘

‘—beatrice,’ dr. masters says, rushing to her side and, if you were to bet, wanting to sink to her knees in relief. ‘oh my god.’

‘i’m fine,’ dr. choi says, annoyed at being made to stay on the stretcher. ‘i properly deployed my avalanche airbag. but mary, listen —‘

dr. masters holds dr. choi’s face in her hands and then kisses the top of dr. choi’s head. it’s tender, and you wonder how long they’ve known each other to afford that level of intimacy, that level of care. ‘i got them, bea. i promise. we gotta take care of you too or ava will kill me.’

dr. choi relaxes, just minutely, but you can tell — maybe because you would trust dr. masters with your life or anyone else’s, maybe at the mention of dr. silva, maybe some combination of both — and she nods.

dr. masters rolls her eyes and kisses the top of dr. choi’s head once more. ‘stupid hero. let me go make all your hard work worthwhile.’

dr. choi smiles, definitely reassured now. ‘you better.’

/

you’re not surprised, exactly, that chief superion is waiting to take over dr. choi’s care, but you are a little surprised when dr. superion squeezes her shoulder gently and smiles, a little sad. 

‘ava is still in surgery, so let’s get the worst of it taken care of before she’s done, yes?’

dr. choi nods, growing more exhausted by the minute. which is fair, you think, as she tells dr. superion — and you, because you’re stuck in this room until you have a real report for dr. villaumbrosia beyond the text you’d sent that just said Dr. Choi is talking and moving, no head or neck injuries — about how the avalanche airbag had worked, even if it was frightening; about how her transceiver, according to SAR, had helped them get there faster than they would have otherwise.  

‘ava always teased me about how expensive the gear was, but look who’s laughing now.’

‘well, to be fair,’ dr. superion says, looking at dr. choi’s x-rays, ‘i don’t think either of you are laughing.’ 

‘oh, yikes,’ dr. choi says, looking at the films too. she’s on a fair amount of pain medicine at this point, but she’s right: there’s a few nasty fractures along the bones in her left wrist. but, other than those and a few cracked ribs and some mild frostbite on her nose, ears, and the tips of her fingers, it seems like it’s just cuts and bruises: nothing she won’t heal from, and far better off than the others who came in with her.

‘i, uh — sorry,’ you say, feeling like you’re interrupting, but they both just shake their heads, waving off your apology. ‘dr. villaumbrosia sent me to see if you’re okay, and i’m supposed to go talk to her once i know. which, i guess i know now.’ not your best work, and in front of the chief, but oh well.

dr. choi smiles fondly. ‘thank you for telling me. i’ll never let lilith forget it.’ 

dr. superion doesn’t smile, but it seems like she wants to. ‘go ahead, dr. al-najjar. you can tell her that we’re admitting dr. choi to ortho; dr. alvarez will operate tomorrow, once the swelling has gone down.’

‘and tell lilith i love her too.’

‘i — uh—‘

dr. superion laughs. ‘go, dr. al-najjar.’

/

you’ve just finished your report to dr. villaumbrosia — in the middle of a surgery, but it’s clear her shoulders relax immediately, continuing to operate smoothly — when dr. silva flings open the door of the OR.

‘hello ava,’ dr. villaumbrosia says, not even looking up from the stitch she’s putting in. ‘she’s okay.’

dr. silva, breathing so hard her mask is getting sucked into her mouth and nose, doubles over, her hands on her knees. ‘i gotta do more cardio, oh my god,’ he mumbles, then takes a deep breath and stands. ‘you’re sure?’

‘yes,’ dr. villaumbrosia, ‘i had dr. al-najjar make sure personally. he also checked on tai; she’s doing great.’

‘very cute,’ you say and then debate just quitting residency here altogether, but dr. silva smiles at you.

‘thanks man,’ she says. ‘sorry you missed this surgery.’

‘the bowel was perforated,’ dr. villaumbrosia says. ‘it was quite disgusting, to be honest.’

‘well then,’ dr. silva says, ‘hey, you’re welcome! you got to see my adorable kid and my sexy wife. who, as lovely as your company always is, lil, i’m gonna go see now.’

‘she deployed that avalanche airbag, dug three other people out, and did a field chest tube by the time SAR got there.’ 

‘hot.’

‘insane, actually,’ dr. villaumbrosia says. ‘but give her my love.’

/

two days later you’re back on shift — after drinks and truly, genuinely great sex with zaire that still ended up happening despite everything, god bless — and you swing by ortho before you go up to peds. you’re not friends with dr. choi or dr. silva, but you do want to see how things are going anyway. your mom always says it’s better to be kinder than necessary, and you’re starting to believe it.

they’re an adorable family, you think, tai showing dr. choi her lion stuffy and babbling excitedly, sitting on the hospital bed between her legs, turning every now and then toward dr. silva in a chair by her bedside. dr. choi, her arm in a brace and a sling, looks pretty good overall: her eyes seem clear, the bruises along her jaw are already starting to turn green and yellow, a great sign of healing, and the redness on her nose and ears has lessened considerably. 

also, she’s sitting up and talking animatedly, clearly happy with her daughter and her wife there. from her chart — you looked it up in the system before you came, whatever — you’re pretty sure she’s going to get to go home today, which you suspect is what the small duffle bag by dr. silva’s feet is for. 

‘all i’m saying,’ you hear from dr. silva, ’is that your nose could’ve fallen off.’

‘ava,’ dr. choi says, exasperated and laughing.

dr. silva sits back and pouts, exaggerating with crossed arms. 

‘i will be more careful,’ dr. choi concedes, but it doesn’t feel much like a concession the way she smiles at tai and then runs a gentle hand over her wispy hair. emma — who is an incredible gossip but you’re starting to think she also just has a giant crush — had told you and zaire that dr. choi is, like, an experienced outdoors person with certifications in all kinds of different safety courses and activities; you know she and dr. villaumbrosia have done stints with MSF together too. 

‘good,’ dr. silva says. ‘because lord knows i cannot raise tai by myself.’

dr. choi frowns, then offers her good hand to dr. silva, who scoots closer and takes it with a kiss to her scraped knuckles. 

‘plus, while i would deal, obviously, you’d probably be less hot if your nose fell off.’

‘“probably”?’

dr. silva shrugs. ‘i love you.’

‘i love you too.’

‘would you still love me if my nose fell off?’

‘ava.’

/

‘good morning, dr. al-najjar,’ dr. choi says when you knock lightly on the open door of her office. it’s impeccably neat, a few pictures of dr. silva and tai on her desk. she’s wearing the brace on her wrist still but no sling; her bruises and frostbite have faded. in her scrubs and white coat and clogs, a fresh buzzcut and a cup of coffee in her good hand, she looks exactly the surgeon you’ve looked forward to working with. 

‘good morning, dr. choi. welcome back.’

she smiles and closes her office door, starts leading you down the hall. ‘thank you. and, apologizes in advance that you won’t have any surgeries with me for the next two weeks until i’m officially cleared.’ she rolls her eyes. 

‘that’s okay,’ you say. ‘more sleep, honestly.’

‘true. and,’ she says, opening a door to the most incredible, brand new lab you’ve ever seen, ‘i can promise that the research we’ll get to work on will be worth it.’

‘i always thought i would go into trauma,’ you tell her, ‘but i think i just fell in love.’

she grins. ‘the heart wants what it wants.’

you pause a moment but then you can’t help yourself: you laugh.

‘in that case,’ she says, ‘let me show you around, and let’s get to work.’

[unicyclehippo]

@sharkodactyl it took me so long to rmbr the last movie i watched it’s been literal months. thanks for the tag!

what's your lookscreen, last song you listened to, last picture taken and last movie you watched?

my lock screen is a screenshot of a tiger tiger page that made me lose my mind (everyone go read it if u haven’t - this is the last page of chapter…2 of book 3? it’s a wonderful webcomic i love it a Lot)

I’ve been on a big florence + the machine listen recently which has been So nice

the pic is from a bushfire from last week (totally fine it was a controlled burn) n i thought it would be a fun thing to paint when i get my art stuff back

& the movie is “miss fisher & the crypt of tears”, I love miss fisher & this is an acceptable hetero couple (whom i deeply ship) to watch in front of my family lmao

tagging @gohandinhand @emilyjunk @whatwordsmiss @possibilistfanfiction @omomoification @distant--shadow @pocketgalaxies @youngbloodbuzz @fiovske if any one wants to play ☀️

[emilyjunk]

angie how could you talk about tragic grey’s episodes without mentioning the plane crash??!?

I don't watch that one bc the tragedy of it isn't comforting it's horrible 😭

[birgittesilverbae]

5 fave animals

i see what you're doing and i would resent you for it if you didn't bring so much joy to my life

1. cows. nature's stupid big dogs. I'm horrendously allergic to them and have had the most deeply combative relationships with some but also helping birth calves is just such a perspective shift and also sometimes you eat a cow that was named after you and it's very strange and i don't know if that actually impacts my ranking scheme but it's a thing that happened

2. shortfin mako sharks, fast bois and their blood vessel structure is so fucking cool countercurrent exchange as a bodily adaptation is neat as. bonus points for the head empty no thoughts look

3. horned lizards are so dope all the camo and adaptations to tell other animals to fuck off I too wish I could squirt blood from my eyes at things a metre and a half away

4. glass frogs and their neat little transparent abdomens like how do you exist little guy h o w

5. fuck idk it's haunting and overwhelming and magnificent to have a full grown moose truck past you (until you realise that it's because the calf is less than 10 metres away from you and this work day might get a lot more interesting)

[daisychainsandbowties]

any avatrice recs :)))) have already read all your fics and now i am depression (genuinely daydream abt ur star wars au daily)

i could hype each of these fics individually but basically if it’s here i think it’s incredible and you have to read it 💖💖🥰

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the sweetest taboo// 1930s au &

i know now what no angel knows// fallen angel au by @dumpsterfireofsubtext

indy au part 1 & part 2// or, ava peels an orange & makes me feel insane 🫠🫠🫠 by @estherthenormal

lemon drop boy// t boy ava au

lazarus woke with a kiss// scp/ lab rat ava au &

how to stitch holes in the sky// dragon age au, all by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain

teach me to love (as you have loved me)// this is. yeah. this is beautiful. newbea au by @birgittesilverbae (💖💖 ily)

beyond our space and starlight// eldritch au by @thistleation

escape attempt number whatever thousand, some hundred and four, probably// hades au by @foulbearobservation

do a flip// aikido gfs au by @sunsafewriting

if saints and angels spoke of love// (bea is a math teacher & ava’s basically the guy from dead poets society) by @mermaidandthedrunks

choose the devil i know (over the heaven i don’t)// firefighter au by @sapphicstacks

leave the light on (i’ll find my way home)// lighthouse au by @snowandwolves

on the run from a losing game// chef au by @fiddleabout

this must be the place// lumberjack au by @littledata

love thy neighbour// my fav roommates au. pokemon strap-on fic 😌🙏

turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold// pnw au by @gohandinhand

the world is just an illusion (trying to change you)// roadtrip au, &

a lover, or something of mine// reincarnation au by @smokestarrules

who needs comfortable love// sentient halo au by @the-ominous-owl

this celestial glow is blinding// firewatch au

the thought of high windows// 60s au

pull back the curtains for venus// alien bea au &

of greater marvels yet to be// fleabag au, all by @seabiscuits-us

[random-french-girl]

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Got tagged by @riotbrrrd thanks <3

Last song: Still obsessed with the Stray Gods soundtrack, so probably one of them.

Currently watching: Slowly working through Only Murders in the Building s3 with my wife. I'm also keeping up with Critical Role. And Dungeon Meshi has been a fun weekly pleasure!

Three ships: Laudna/Imogen is still delightful to watch unfold. I also recently rewatched bits and pieces of RWBY, which reawakened my deep deep attachment to both Blake/Yang and Blake/Yang/Weiss.

Favorite color: red

Currently consuming: I had a banana and cereal for (late) breakfast, I'm about to go to the gym so I won't eat until I'm done working out, but I'll probably have leftover vegetarian tagine for (late) lunch :')

First ship: Kim/Shego... formative in many ways

Relationship status: gay married

Last movie: I rewatched The Handmaiden last week, as a treat

Currently working on: finishing the many books i've started reading!

tagging: @sshepardcommander @hearticho @fiddleabout @gohandinhand @dearsheroozle @powerbottomblake @smirk47 @vibev @alexdumas-ghost

[thelastwarriornun]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Thanks for the tag @gohandinhand

favourite colour: Blue generally in all of it's various forms, but also shout out to green, preferably a deep evergreen (can you tell I want to go to the rain forest in WA and just sit?)

currently reading: So I'm sort of reading She Gets the Girl (I'm one page in) but Gideon the Ninth is sitting in my nightstand. I'm also reading the Circadian Rhythm but my brain has about as much interest in finishing it as it does improving my sleep schedule.

last song: Did I make You Up - half-alive it's a vibe

last series: I just watched the newest Ahsoka episode, and started the first episode of Shelter (I started it for lesbians and the vibe is totally different than I thought it would be)

last movie: Finally watched Shiva Baby like a year after my friend recommended it. I needed to fill my Rachel Sennett quote while I wait for Bottoms to release tomorrow. It was every bit as stressful as I knew it would be and I loved it

sweet/savoury/spicy: This is a revolving door answer that is totally dependent on the time and place but probably spicy atm.

currently working on: So many things I have a problem. Actively have the last chapter of my willow prequel fic open and the Avatrice big bang au. Also working on some Tanthamore snippets for next month, as well as boxing au for them, and my tlou au for Avatrice. (Also have a fully finished chapter for the summer au that I need to just edit but my writing style has changed so much since i was posting that fic I'm embarrassed to update it)

@book-and-music-lover @daisychainsandbowties @you-cant-make-me @pachase @sarcasticalliespeaking @inversetwilight @acre-of-wheat @scooby-doo-creepymechclown @lexa-griffins

[whatwordsmiss]

i finally read naomi novik’s Scholomance trilogy this week after months and months of propaganda from @gohandinhand and

oh my god.

if you haven’t read these books…. Please do