God Do I Love My Children

Fun fact many many moons ago when you were still writing Experimentation I sort of drifted away from tumblr and stuff and also kinda forgot how to read all before you finished writing it. I’m still terrible at reading on like phones and computer screens (thank god my job doesn’t require any long form reading or using of screen). BUT Last year after like 5 or 6 years of basically reading nothing I actually started reading again (PHYSICAL BOOKS AT LEAST) and I read like 40 or 50 which is CRAZY. And my dear sweet Flabbs has been trying to get me back to fan fiction partly because we have had a realignment on a hyper fixation (wicked) and partly just because, like, the love of the game so when she visited me in December she brought her kindle with fics on it and let me use it and it worked. (P.S. I don’t think I can explain the joy and happiness we felt when you commented on her post about being with me!)

Anyway I ended up getting my own kindle for Christmas I gave her the ability to put any thing she wants on it with the condition she add all of her fics I want AND Experimentation. AND I AM FINALLY RE-READING/ FINISHING IT AN I AM STILL AS OBSESSED AS I WAS BEFORE. I’ve missed these girls and also have missed tumblr… even if at almost 36 I’m not quite as active as I once was.

Anyway! HOW ARE YOU? How is life? It’s been so many years!!!! I hope things are good! How does it feel being like prolific in the Pitch Perfect fandom?

Old friend!!!!!! 💗 Oh how it warms my cockles to see you back here. And to hear that you're reading again! See, I'm the opposite, can't read a physical book to save my life. But I, too, also fully stopped reading for a while there (writing too) but have recently gotten back into reading fic (writing it, too!!) which has been lovely. So I am thoroughly tickled pink for you.

Dearest, loveliest Flabbs! Still carrying the flag for fanfic and forcing it upon you, I commend her. @flabbergasties WELL DONE, FRIEND.

I'm super stoked you're still into Experimentation! I very much hope you enjoy the journey and hope you make it to the end this time around. You know, now that there's an end to make it to. I'm so happy we're all back here reading, writing, and tumblring together. 🥹

Life is still plodding along over here. I hope things are good with you too!

Prolific is a big word, haha. I don't know, I guess... I guess I still just think of myself as someone who writes her little stories and occasionally gets comments on them. Which is to say, I don't think of myself as 'prolific'?? Idk, man, shit is wild.

Actually I know why I am crying, I am entering hour 76 of what will likely be a total of working 87 hours straight… (nannying a 2 and 4 year old while mom and dad are out of town) and I did break down and cried in front of them for like 10 minutes today so like… this makes sense to me.

Summary: “In popular music, the bridge is a device used to break up the repetitive pattern of the song; it’s where words and music change.”

In the bustling borough of Brooklyn, Beca’s a struggling musician working as a waitress to make ends meet. At an open mic night, she meets Chloe–a successful local photographer–and sparks fly. As they grow close, Beca learns she left a one night stand the night before she met Chloe with much more than she bargained for…

Rating: M (eventually)

Note: This is an AU fic in which Beca never attended Barden University. It’s written RP style where @suituuup writes Chloe and @brattybeca writes Beca.

Read on AO3 

Chapter 1

“Chloe, you ready?”

Chloe rushed around her room, jumping on one foot as she slipped a sock on the other one, all the while trying to locate her purse. “Coming!” She snatched her denim jacket from her bed, eyes brightening as she spotted her brown leather bag under it. “Aha!”

Sliding her feet into her white sneakers, Chloe stopped in front of her mirror to apply a light shade of red to her lips, throwing the lipstick into her bag once she was done. She grabbed her film camera from her desk, checking that it had its battery and slipping it into her purse as well.

Chloe never left the apartment without her camera. New York City was the dream place to work for any street photographer, snapshot opportunities springing up on nearly every block corner.

She had moved to the city after getting her Bachelor of Arts in Photography at Barden University, back in Atlanta, Georgia. Two years after settling down in the Big Apple, she finally got to open her own gallery just a few months ago.

Chloe followed Stacie out of the two-bedroom apartment they shared in north Brooklyn and down the three flights of stairs, stepping out into the cool late summer air. Every other Sunday, she and her best friend liked to check out the open mic at Pete’s Candy Store, a bar located just a few blocks from their place.

“Beer?” Stacie asked when they settled down at a table. The stage was at the far end of the small space, just a few feet from the counter, with chairs and tables lining up the opposite wall. Chloe nodded, shrugging off her jacket and pulling out her camera while the next performer stepped on stage.

Summary: “In popular music, the bridge is a device used to break up the repetitive pattern of the song; it’s where words and music change.”

In the bustling borough of Brooklyn, Beca’s a struggling musician working as a waitress to make ends meet. At an open mic night, she meets Chloe–a successful local photographer–and sparks fly. As they grow close, Beca learns she left a one night stand the night before she met Chloe with much more than she bargained for…

Rating: M (eventually)

Note: This is an AU fic in which Beca never attended Barden University. It’s written RP style where @suituuup writes Chloe and @brattybeca writes Beca.

Read on AO3 

Chapter 1

“Chloe, you ready?”

Chloe rushed around her room, jumping on one foot as she slipped a sock on the other one, all the while trying to locate her purse. “Coming!” She snatched her denim jacket from her bed, eyes brightening as she spotted her brown leather bag under it. “Aha!”

Sliding her feet into her white sneakers, Chloe stopped in front of her mirror to apply a light shade of red to her lips, throwing the lipstick into her bag once she was done. She grabbed her film camera from her desk, checking that it had its battery and slipping it into her purse as well.

Chloe never left the apartment without her camera. New York City was the dream place to work for any street photographer, snapshot opportunities springing up on nearly every block corner.

She had moved to the city after getting her Bachelor of Arts in Photography at Barden University, back in Atlanta, Georgia. Two years after settling down in the Big Apple, she finally got to open her own gallery just a few months ago.

Chloe followed Stacie out of the two-bedroom apartment they shared in north Brooklyn and down the three flights of stairs, stepping out into the cool late summer air. Every other Sunday, she and her best friend liked to check out the open mic at Pete’s Candy Store, a bar located just a few blocks from their place.

“Beer?” Stacie asked when they settled down at a table. The stage was at the far end of the small space, just a few feet from the counter, with chairs and tables lining up the opposite wall. Chloe nodded, shrugging off her jacket and pulling out her camera while the next performer stepped on stage.

Inspo.