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i cannot emphasize how necessary it is to have a buddy to participate in fandom with. completely elevated experience. don't have a buddy? find someone you like and message them and be their friend. gush over every sketch and drabble and insane headcanon they have. live life to the fullest.

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John Brosio (American, 1967) - Two Earthlings (2003)

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PSA for Switch owners

The latest 11.0 update means that Google Analytics is a thing on the switch and turned on. What that means is that Nintendo has a deal with Google to share with them your data for advertisement purposes.

To turn it off

go to the eShop

go to your profile where your funds and account info is

go down to the bottom of the page

there you will see “Google Analytics Preferences”

select the Change

select “Don’t Share”

Please spread the word. Really shitty of Nintendo to just quietly start allowing Google to spy on users for advertising.

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Rating: Mature

Words: 3746

Summary: Beca spends Christmas with Chloe and her family for their first official Christmas as a couple. Takes place 3 months after ‘Hood Night’ and 3 months before ‘Getting Even.’

A/N: Yesterday (3/15/19) was the one year anniversary of posting ‘Getting Even’ and I could never have predicted where it would take me, not the least of which is all the new friends I’ve made over the past year. Thank you to everyone who has ever read my story, left me a kudos or a comment or screamed into the void with me on Tumblr and Discord. This universe likely would not exist without you and your encouragement.

Also on FFN.

A tiny taste:

~B~

Beca collapsed face first on Chloe’s bed. “I love your family, Chloe. But I’m exhausted.”

Chloe flopped on top of her and cuddled her close. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” Beca closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh as the familiar comfort of Chloe’s weight settled over her.

It was Christmas Eve of her sophomore year and Beca had just spent a full day with a house full of Beales.

They had arrived in Portland mid-morning and Beca had immediately felt at home in the merely rainy Oregon weather. She liked snow, but she could do without being cold all the time. ‘Though,’ she thought as her body soaked in Chloe’s warmth, ‘sleeping next to a furnace every night makes that a little easier to handle.’

“I like your mom.” Beca finally said, forcing her eyes to open or she was going to fall asleep right there. “Even if she did scar me for life.” Amelia Beale was an even shorter version of her daughter, all wild red curls and dancing blue eyes. She was terrifying in her own parental way and Beca never wanted that woman angry at her.

She also had a wicked sense of humor that Beca had been alternately horrified and amused by.

“After Chloe, the younger twins were delivered by cesarean.” She leaned closer and whispered loudly, “Natural birth is beautiful and I’m glad I experienced it twice, but I wanted to be able to use my vagina again when it was over. Atlas and Brooke nearly destroyed me.”

Beca had nearly choked on the eggnog Amelia had just poured for her

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REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

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Never. Ever. Fails.

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@onceagainwalkingthisearth reminded me this existed so here you go.

Four Drinks I’m Wasted

Angst lite Staubrey standalone AU oneshot. 

Something I didn’t plan on writing and then I had ideas while driving home. I’m annoyed that I’m writing angst. I’m even more annoyed I picked on Aubrey but it… fit.

Inspired by King Princess’ ‘Talia’ (YouTube / Spotify / Lyrics) but I’m a soft and useless human so the angst is merely ‘light medium’.

Thanks as always to @tiny-maus-boots for the beta and to @wlwoolf for helping classify the angst level.

Rated: Mature-ish. Drinking & almost driving.

Words: 3,286

Also on AO3 and FFN

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~A~

Aubrey groaned quietly as she swam through the thick whiskey haze toward consciousness.

As had become standard, she ran through a mental hangover checklist to try and take stock of what she’d been up to the night before and how rough her morning might be.

Headache – check.

Feeling like something died in her mouth – check.

Nausea – check, though she knew it could be worse.

At home in her own bed instead of passed out on the couch, or the bathroom floor, or once in the shrub outside in her backyard… she listened for the comforting bubble of the aquarium across the room – check.

Imagined warmth of the woman who left her lying beside her in bed?

Fucking. Check.

Faint memories of the night before were slow to surface.

“Goddamnit Aubrey, give me your fucking keys.” Hands pulled at her arm, trying to pry her fingers apart.

“Fuck you, Beca.” Aubrey shot back, lifting her hand above her head. “Why do you even care? You’ve never really liked me, so what the fuck business of yours is it if I live or die?”

It wasn’t that she had a death wish. It wasn’t like she wanted to die. She had just stopped caring one way or the other.

“Seriously? You can say that to me?” Beca looked hurt – shocked and devastated Aubrey would think later – and even though part of her was horrified at what she was saying, it was at the bottom of a sea of liquor and she didn’t care. Wouldn’t let herself. “If I didn’t fucking care, Aubrey, I wouldn’t fucking be here stopping you from fucking killing yourself by getting into your fucking car!”

Aubrey sneered and keyed the remote lock. “Who asked you to?” She opened the door and prepared to get in when she was staggered forward by a weight on her back. Shock worked its way through the alcohol in her system as she realized Beca had literally jumped on her back and was trying to bodily prevent Aubrey from sitting in the driver’s seat.

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Sometimes a Make Some Noise prompt hits too close to home.

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The Witch Wolf - Chapter 1: Part 1

See you next full moon. The Witch Wolf Created by Dani Carr & Bree Williams Writer: Dani Carr Artist: Bree Williams Cultural Consultant: Matheus Nogueira Patreon | Content Warning |

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Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

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Proof that they're Beca and Chloe in real life.

Anna Kendrick on Call Her Daddy podcast | October 23, 2024

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Sometimes having a reputation for being smart beats actually being smart.

I once beat my school’s chess champion in a game because he spent the entire match desperately trying to work out my strategy because I was “smart” and therefore good at chess.

We were playing with a Lord of the Rings chess set. I was moving the characters I liked best.

I’m terrible at chess.

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Getting Even

Rating: Explicit. Ver. Ver. Explicit.

Words: 11367

A/N: One shot set in my own universe with an established Bechloe. It started out as pure smut, and then I put some fancy window dressing on it to make it all respectable like. Please let me know what you think, love it or hate it. I’m relatively new-again to writing and I’d love to know if I’m going in the right direction. I may have a multi-chap going if there’s enough interest – though that’s smut free at the moment.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Pitch Perfect and all wherein belong to Universal. I’m just borrowing them.

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A Shared Lifetime

When Beca realized that Chloe was going to stay at Barden after failing Russian Lit – unintentionally, per Chloe – they had originally just made plans to share a room. But then Chloe spent the last week of the school year convincing and bribing the rest of the Bellas to come back two weeks early and help clean out the attic of the house.

Aubrey even came back and helped sort what was trash and what was tradition. “I don’t trust the hobbit to not throw away an important Bella memory.” But since Aubrey had brought beer, Beca decided to let that one slide.

Once they were done, the room was big enough for their queen sized bed and matching nightstands - Beca’s idea - and still have space for Beca’s mixing setup along the banister - Chloe’s idea. A small built out walk in closet sat in one corner and their dresser fit perfectly along the wall. The rest of the room was filled with Chloe’s vanity and small sitting area in front of the stairs, consisting of a couch, low table and a large chair that were already in the attic and no one had wanted to haul downstairs.

Aubrey had brought up the table and two chairs that she had brought home one day when she and Chloe had shared a dorm in their freshman year. The two of them had spent several weekends sanding down and refinishing them. It had served for studying, late night meals and an uncomfortable pillow on more than one occasion.

Beca put on an overly sweet smile and said, “Aw, thanks for the housewarming gift, Aubs.”

Aubrey had refused to look at her and instead opened another beer. “It’s not a housewarming gift when it’s been here the entire time. It also belongs to Chloe and I couldn’t fit it in the van.”

Chloe watched as Aubrey wordlessly held the bottle out to Beca, who took it with a less-sarcastic-than- normal salute of thanks. She loved watching the two of them banter, finding their way to a friendship that both had once deemed impossible.

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It was Spring Break of Beca’s sophomore year and Chloe’s first as a Super Senior.

On that first Saturday, Chloe and Beca stirred slowly, limbs tangling as they stretched. What had started out as soft good morning kisses started to turn into something heavier, both still warm with sleep and rising desire, when there were several loud knocks at the door at the bottom of the stairs.

“Get out of each other’s pants and come down to breakfast.” Stacie’s voice carried up to them. “Everyone but you is leaving today. Come say goodbye, you can scissor later.”

Chloe groaned while Beca yelled back, “Dude!” Beca could hear Stacie’s laugh outside the door and let her head thump back down to the mattress. “Fuck. OFF!” A quiet voice in her ear pulled her attention firmly back to the bed.

“No…” Chloe’s hands snaked back under her shirt, nails scraping and fingers pulling Beca’s hips closer. “Fuck. Me.” Chloe’s thigh slipped between Beca’s and pressed upward.

Beca breathed out and ground helplessly down. “Oh. Fuck.” It may have been louder than she intended as Stacie’s voice drifted up to them.

“Actually, you guys sound really fucking hot. Maybe I’ll just pick your lock again and join you this time.”

Beca jumped as the doorknob rattled.  She squeaked out “Breakfast?” as she tried a last ditch effort to control her libido.

Chloe hummed in disappointment as Beca flipped the covers back and jumped out of bed. Stacie was probably (mostly) joking, but Beca was not going to take any chances. Besides, she was right. The rest of the girls were leaving for Spring Break to visit their families. Or, in Fat Amy’s case, “I could tell you my plans, but then I’d have to put you down like a dingo gone wrong.” Beca was almost intrigued, but then realized that if those plans included Bumper and nudity, she was better off not asking.

Beca was taking a shift at the radio station again this year, this time during the day, and Chloe opted to stay at Barden with her. They would have the house to themselves for almost a week. The least they could do was see the rest of them off.

Chloe stretched leisurely before she sat up and swung her legs over the side, watching as Beca pulled on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, then ran a brush through her hair. Chloe waited until Beca turned around and then pulled her sleep shirt off. She stood slowly and made her way to the dresser behind Beca, making sure to slide against her.

Chloe loved watching Beca’s eyes darken with need, the way her fingers would twitch at her side. But what she loved most was when Beca finally couldn’t stop herself from reaching out, her hands skimming up Chloe’s ribs. Chloe arched her back, anticipating the touch over her breasts when they heard the door creak open and the unmistakable groan of the first step.

“DUDE!” Beca threw herself in front of Chloe and spread her arms, thankful there was no direct view from the doorway below. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?” She felt Chloe snicker behind her. “This isn’t funny, Chlo! What if we’d been in the middle of…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You know.”

“You should be able to say ‘sex’, Becs.” Chloe leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Especially when you’re so good at it.”

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