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I have such severe writers block I can come up with new stories just fine. But when it comes to udating old ones. My brain is like nope haha

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Nikki Reed as Rosalie Hale The Twilight Saga (2008-2012)

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"And this one?" His voice was soft as his finger ran over the tattoo on your skin. His touch was cold leaving a slight tingling as his touch traversed the lines of the tattoo.

You told him the meaning of each one. He listened intently, focused on taking in anything and everything you were telling him. He learned a little more about you each day and the marks on your skin held significant meaning to you.

While he couldn't get tattoos himself, being a vampire, he could enjoy the look of them on your skin and listen to your stories.

"Hm. My brave girl. I've heard these can be quite painful to get done." His eyes shifted up to lock with yours. Shrugging your shoulders in response you smiled and kissed his nose. "Yeah, but it was worth it." He hummed in response moving to kiss the mark on your skin listening to the blood rushing just under the skin.

He hoped that your marks would stay after you were changed but there was no way to be sure. "Either way I'm proud of you, my girl."

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Going back to old writing is either just like:

1. “Who wrote this masterpiece?! It was ME?!”

2. “Who wrote this absolute shit? Oh fuck my life, that was me, wasn’t it?”

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my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

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❝ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴩᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴅɪᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴩᴛ. ❞

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 (2011) Alternative/Cut Scenes – “Demetri Kills Valentina” (ᴅɪʀ. Bɪʟʟ Cᴏɴᴅᴏɴ)

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TWILIGHT (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke

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When the Past Fades (Demetri Volturi x Reader)

Demetri and some of the other guards had travelled to the Cullens territory to check on Renesmee's development. What he hadn't expected amidst his visit was catching Renesmee in tears.

"Pardon me, are you alright?" Demetri raised a brow. Renesmee jumped slightly wiping her eyes and turning. "Yeah!" She said a little too forced. "I'm fine just..." She looked down taking a breath. "I'm being stupid. Sometimes I get...overly emotional, I guess. The human part of me." She sniffled. "I see." Demetri hummed. "And what has provoked this?" He asked. "You'll think it's silly." She shook her head. He smirked at the challenge. "Try me."

After a moments pause, she no longer could see the harm. "Sometimes... I get really, really terrified. That...that my body will fail me. That...that I'll succumb to the human in me. I...I forget things and my parents, my entire family, they don't. They spent so long worrying I wouldn't be here for long and now I worry if I'll be here longer than I can function." She sniffled. Demetri thought for a moment. "You're worried you'll forget things? Like humans do?" "That I'll forget important things. Pieces of my life." Renesmee clarified.

After a moment, Demetri gestured to the couch across from him. "Take a seat." She looked a little confused but complied with his request, sitting down. "Do you know my mate, (Y/N)?" He asked as he sat down. Renesmee shrugged. "A little. Human. You've been together for-" Renesmee was cut off by Demetri. "Eighty-eight years." He smiled, knowing she'd get it wrong. Renesmee looked taken aback. "But they -" "they're human? Not quite, but they certainly look the part, hm?" He smiled. "I changed them eighty five years ago but something went wrong. We still don't know what it is, a defect. It's mostly deemed a fluke. (Y/N) can heal quicker than a human, doesn't age and is warm blooded, but their stomach can't take human food." He leaned forward. "The most challenging thing of all being as their life goes on, they forget their past. Much like humans do. (Y/N) can't quite remember what year we met. I have all of our memories whilst theirs fade with time as we make new ones. We believe one day, they'll forget how we met or when or why. I'll just have always been there and i always will be. As it stands, they don't remember their parents faces or voices but can piece a brief description of hair colour or height or body stature. For someone who you'd think would be miserable forget such things and will even forget that they forget one day. Well I think you or I would think their life was as good as done. Yet they're thriving. They won't know what they're missing. Not for long anyway." He leaned forward, bracing his arms on his knees. "That's the part humans forget. Very rarely, almost impossibly, as their bodies slowly break down or their sense of self and the world begins to fade away - they're never alone. They have someone to make sure they're alright and that they'll carry on with the best quality of life they can have.Do not doubt that in the end, you won't be alone. You're loved too much to be cast aside. Everyone is remembered by someone and every single human I guarantee has that exact same fear...but don't let it own you when it's a part of life that you won't know, Renesmee." Demetri finished with a reassuring smile.

After a moment of silence, he got up to leave. Renesmee watched him, scrambling for a response before she stood up and followed after him out the room. "Demetri!?" He turned. "How do you handle it? That (Y/N) forgets?" Renesmee asked and Demetri smiled. She may not have looked her physical age and mentally even older still but Renesmee Cullen in this moment was just a child in his eyes. Too young to have to have a care in the world. Her anxiety's showing the flicker of humanity Isabella had transferred to her. It lived through Renesmee. Perhaps that was comforting to Edward. That if he stopped for a moment, he could see the humanity he had adored in his mate. His answer came with warmth. "When we're back in our territory, almost every night might i add, I find them reading by the window. Enthralled by my diaries."His tone softened. "I wrote them for (Y/N). So that even if it didn't jog their memory and was too far gone, theey'd still have something to look back to. They relieve them over and over as much or as little as they wants. Every night when they sleep as they must. I write for them. I will continue to write everything. It's how I show my love."

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me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier

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Ferrets in the snow!!!

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WHY

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Me: Im not high

Also me: Im knitting in slow motion because its cool to watch it tie a knot