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akariamai · 9 months

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Romeo & Juliet [Part 1]

Pairing: Jacob Black x OC!Swan

Word Count: 1953

Part 2 Part 3, Part 4

Sloan Swan detested the assigned reading she was given. It bothers her that the widely accepted portrayal of Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet It was a narrative of blind lust for a stranger rather than an epic love story of two tragic lovers torn apart by their warring families.

“They loved each other.” Bella, her twin sister, argued as she drove them to school. In contrast to Sloan, Bella was enamored with the notion of love and disregarded the glaring red warning signs it left in its wake. Romeo’s lovely, meaningless words blinded her, just like they did so many others.

She criticized, “Romeo was literally ‘in love’ with Juliet’s cousin, Rosaline, and when she didn’t return his feeling, he went looking elsewhere. When he tells his friends about his ‘feelings’ for Juliet, they assume he’s talking about Rosaline.”

“That’s not true.” Her sister shakes her head in disbelief.

Sloan ruffles through her backpack, searching for the school’s copy of the play and flipping through the tagged pages.

“Page 32 to 33. Benvolio says to Romeo, ‘At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s, Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves,’ and later in the same page Romeo replies, ‘One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun, Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.’ Romeo meets Juliet around page 53. Do I need to read more?”

Bella remained quiet as her perception of Romeo and Juliet was uprooted. The heartbreaking reality was silently placed in front of her, bursting a love she had equated her and Edwards to and a raging loathing emerged for her twin sister.

“And not to mention, Romeo only married Juliet to sleep with her. That’s not love.”

Bella gritted her teeth. “What do you know about love?”

“More than you, apparently.” She shot back. It was true she never had a boyfriend, but she was born with logic, and she’d be damned to ignore red flags when she saw them.

“Why do you hate love stories?”

“I don’t hate love stories.” Sloan clarified, “I hate toxic relationships disguised as love stories. There’s a difference.”

Juliet was a naive girl with rose petal shades shielding her from the truth. She was in love with the idea of love and fallen for the first boy to entice her. Her false sense of love drove her to follow him in death. Her end was tragic as she never once felt true love, only the lust of a boy impatient to bed her.

“I pity Juliet. Romeo used her and would’ve abandoned her when a new beauty caught his eye.” She sniffled out a yawn. “He plucked her from the sky and clipped her wings, locking her in a golden cage, and once he got bored of her song, he freed her but left her flightless. That would’ve been the ending of their story if they had lived.”

Bella remained silent, reeling in her fragmented view on Romeo and Juliet’s relationship, her hatred for her sister burning twice as much. The silhouette of the school could not appear fast enough as Bella hurriedly searched for a parking spot.

Her arms trembling as she parked her truck, unable to comprehend Sloan’s point of view on her favorite Shakespeare play, and needed some space to clear her mind. Sloan had zipped her backpack up; infuriating Bella. How can Sloan act as if she hadn’t disrupted her entire world. She slams her door shut as she frantically searches for Edward, her lifeline.

“Wherefore art thou, Bella? Sloan?” Mike calls out as he, Eric, Angela, and Jessica approach the two twins. “You finish the Shakespeare assignment?”

Jessica pitched in, “He means will you finish his assignment?”

“No, I don’t—okay I do.” He admits.

“I can help you with it — but first —” She pulls out her new camera, a birthday gift from her father that she was gifted earlier today. “I need a picture. My mom’s expecting a scrapbook full of memories.”

Angela holds out her own camera and says, “I take ‘em; I don’t pose for ‘em.”

“You do today.” Bella lightly pushed Angela towards the rest of the group as they arranged themselves.

“I can take the picture, Bella,” Sloan says while holding out a hand. “Go stand with your friends.” Bella reluctantly hands it over before awkwardly walking towards them as the group rearrange themselves for Bella to be in the center.

“You’ll photoshop my nose if it looks big, right?” The question was aimed at Bella.

“Don’t worry, I’m in the picture; no one will be looking at you guys.” Eric proclaimed confidently.

Jessica scoffs at his joke as the group decided on their final poses. Angela, incorporating her love for photography, points the camera at Sloan; Mike and Eric joust, and Bella stands in the center of their delightfully carefree selves stiffly. The clicks of the camera shutters as it freezes them in a moment in time and archives it forever.

Sloan lowers the camera before noticing their playful smiles dissipates except for Bella’s. The timid smile she faked grew into a real one as she had obviously spotted Edward, her boyfriend.

Although her friends did not mind the male, they did not appreciate how quickly she discarded them for him. When Bella and Edward started dating, they became placeholders for when he wasn’t around.

“Oh good. Cullen’s here.” Mike noticed the way Edward stared at Bella; it was not out of love but something more nefarious. At first, he chalked it up to jealously. His feelings for Bella were still ever-present, but he genuinely cared for her well-being. He believed, with all that he’s seen, that Edward did not love Bella the way she loves him. It was only a matter of time before he hurt her, and he prayed to be wrong for her sake.

Jessica’s response was even drier. “Yay.” Once upon a time, she had feelings for Edward, but the second he became unavailable, she pushed those feelings aside. Bella was her friend, even if she didn’t act like it most of the time, and she would never stand in the way of her friend’s happiness. However, she had noticed Bella’s co-dependency on Edward, following him around like a lost puppy craving his attention. It wasn’t healthy. Not one bit, but she had no right to say anything.

Sloan, too, did not like the relationship her sister had with Edward. Edward had stripped Bella away from her independent lifestyle. There was never a moment away from Edward. Bella would choose him over everyone, and the realization of this truth stung. She missed the days when the two of them would read together; although both were silent during this time, the conversations that happened afterwards were fun. Those days were gone, now filled with an empty chair and an untouched book, and Sloan having no one to talk to. She never thought she would become familiar with loneliness.

“Check ya, later.” Eric replied, sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere, and lead his friends away.

Bella hadn’t responded, nor did she notice; her attention solely remained on Edward, who approached her figure, his eyes never leaving hers. This was the moment when Sloan decided to leave, her absence going unnoticed by both her twin and the vampire. She preferred to be in her English class going over Romeo and Juliet than forced to watch her sister pine about her boyfriend.

From across the parking lot, someone shouted. “Sloan!” She turned her attention to the person, Jacob Black, her friend from the nearby reservation. His presence brought a smile onto her face as her worries vanished in an instant.

“Jake!” Her excitement could not be contained. It has been a while since the two of them hung out; both busy with school work and other responsibilities. “You grew.” She noticed. His muscles were more refined than the last time she saw him, he was now a head taller than her.

He laughed, “And you didn’t.” Now he can hold the television control over her head like she had done to him in their childhood. Sweet, sweet revenge.

She pouted, “Not my fault I’m bite-sized.” By no means was she short, not was she unusually tall. She was average, yet compared to the massive monster known as Jacob, it would appear so.

His glee was energizing, her thoughts on Edward and Bella fading into the foreground of her mind, acting as a life jacket keeping her from drowning in her thoughts and worries.

“Happy birthday.” He offers her a warm hug before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small hand-woven bracelet. “It’s not much, I know, but.” He drops it in the palm of her hand, eyeing the marvel embedded in her chestnut eyes. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” She exclaimed, “You didn’t have to get me anything.” It was a thoughtful gift—something she’ll treasure forever. She quickly slips it on and makes a silent vow to never take it off. She won’t, however, except when she bathes or swims. She does not want his hard work to be ruined by water.

“I’m glad you like it.” He looks around for the other birthday girl, seeing her in a quiet conversation with her boyfriend. “I’m going to give your sister her gift.”

Sloan nods. Class is going to start soon, and she needed to get to class. “Bye Jacob.”

“Bye.” He rushed towards her sister, yelling her name to get her attention, managing to break up the couple for a few moments.

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Bella quietly dropped off her sister at home before rushing away to her boyfriend’s house. Apparently, his family were throwing her a small party for their family only—the Cullens and the birthday girl—and no one else. Leaving Sloan and her father to celebrate the twins birthday alone.

The two didn’t plan much but it was just right for them. Both Bella and Sloan weren’t the party type, they preferred the quiet hums of their home, a homemade dinner with their father, and a hushed evening filled with television and soft conversation.

Sloan spent the day prepping for their meal, spicy honey garlic chicken with garlic Parmesan fries. It was a favorite she and her father shared. Bella’s absence remained a constant in their conversations. They spent their evening watching her favorite movies: Legally Blonde, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Scream, and Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

Charlie loved the days when he and his daughters would sit together and watch TV. Bella would hide under the covers whenever a horror sequence became too much, opting to stay under until the danger passed. Sloan would mindlessly make comments under her breath throughout the movie, only audible to the person sitting next to her. He enjoyed days like this, as they were a small snippet of the past, his daughters reminding him of their younger selves, and now they were all grown up.

Wrapped up in one of her blankets, she laid her head on her father’s shoulders, her eyes drooping. It was late, and Bella still hadn’t arrived. Their birthday was already over and not a single second of the three of them had celebrated as a family. It truly broke her heart.

She didn’t know when, but her father carried her to her bedroom and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before tucking her in. He was going to miss moments like this. His children are adults now, and soon they will be leaving the nest. He never prepared himself for this day, always believing he had more time with them, but he guessed every parent came to the same realization when the time finally arrived.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Three.

Huge thanks for the feedback on this so far, guys! Just so you all know, this is only going to be a short story, I’m planning on it having a 12 chapter run, so you’re not surprised at it ending sooner than my others!

Previous chapters - One Two

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,743

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Song reference - I Don’t Believe in Love by The Mavens (ft. Lilith Czar) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoJMeJkIuSM

“She’s fire, I swear. Actual fucking fire,” Angel exclaimed, standing next to EZ. “Her voice, man! Have you ever heard a voice like that in your entire life?” he continued.

EZ nodded, equally as blown away as his brother, but not quite as dramatic about expressing it. “She’s killing it up there.” he confirmed, nodding along, watching Bella onstage as she sang her heart out to the cover of I Don’t Believe in Love by Queensrÿche. He kept on noticing that the eyes she continually made at Angel whenever she looked over at him somewhat contradicted the title of the song, though, his brother grinning, winking at her. Oh boy. He knew where this was going. Angel had somewhat of a habit of falling hard for women and making them the epicentre of his world, before somehow, it all went down in flames. Usually by Angel’s own doing, too.

Would Bella be any different? He hoped so, for a little female stability was exactly what his brother needed more than most. How he’d achieve that with a girl still in her teens, though, he wasn’t sure. Nor one who had quite that amount of ambition to succeed in a musical career, which he could see quite clearly from what she exuded on stage, as well as what Angel himself had mentioned about her. It would mean he’d lose her to touring, eventually. He couldn’t help but notice, though, that for how enamoured his brother seemed with the girl on stage, when she left it and made her way over to him, it seemed to be very much reciprocated.

“Big sexy!” Bella cried with joy after she’d located Angel out in the crowd, throwing her arms around his neck.

He was entertained at such a reaction, mainly because of the side eye his brother gave him. Envious, much? “Is that my new name now?” he chuckled, arms locking around her waist as she leaned in and kissed him.

“Yes!” she yelled with mirth, kissing him again. “This is such a flippin’ awesome surprise!”

He beamed, kissing the tip of her nose. “What can I say? I missed you.” Oh, her little heart. How madly it fluttered. It was all so brand new, shiny and lovely, Bella feeling bowled over at his gesture, his affection, just him in general. They pulled out of their embrace for long enough for her to actually introduce him to her band, Ian, Seth and Richie all shaking hands with him and EZ, who she was also offered an introduction to as well. EZ actually found himself spending more time talking to the guys than he did Bella, who was swept back up in the affections of Angel, who couldn’t keep his eyes, or hands, off of her.

Again, she looked so effortlessly cool and sexy, wearing her usual abundance of jewellery, a pair of white skinny jeans that were severely ripped across the legs, a tiger print bikini top, a little turquoise crochet kimono with lots of fringe hanging off it, and a pair of very old, beaten-up brown cowboy boots. He liked that she had her own style and didn’t dress like anyone else, he found it refreshing that she didn’t feel the need to look like a carbon copy of every other woman out there.

Yes, he felt very content as she leaned against him while watching the next band playing, her arm reached back, stroking his neck as he stood with his wrapped around her, the envy of just about every guy in there. The same went for Bella, too, noticing how women viewed Angel, a little smug smile playing her lips later that night when they went out for a cigarette, one girl whistling at him and giving him the come on, Angel shaking his head as Bella joined him, wrapping an arm around her.

“Sorry, baby. Got my hands full with this one.” he spoke, pulling Bella close. He couldn’t have even told you what colour hair the girl who’d whistled at him had, he was so captivated by the stunner at his side, moving around to a less crowed place, wrapping an arm around her. “So, what do you want to do tomorrow?”

She thought on it for a second, her eyes suddenly lighting up. “Can we go to the zoo?”

“You wanna... what?” he laughed, unsure she was serious.

“I’ve never been! And San Diego Zoo is meant to be amazing! Please?” Oh, that expectant, excited little face. He realised right there that he was done for in the future, because there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for that beautiful face. Twelve hours later, and he was walking hand in hand around the vast area with her, Bella beyond excited as she dragged him over to the giraffe enclosure.

“Yeah, that’s my hair, mate. You can’t eat that, no,” she giggled, one of the giraffes leaning over to greet her, nibbling at her tresses while she stroked his face with her nails. “Is that good? You all itchy?” she cooed, the giraffe looking in absolute bliss, holding his head to the side as she scratched behind his ear, the long-necked creature thanking her by licking her face. Bella scrunched her nose up, making a ‘ppppfffft!’ noise, Angel laughing hard. “Your breath stinks, chief!” she cried, dabbing her face on her t shirt, the giraffe turning to Angel, finding interest in trying to nibble his beard.

“Yo, homie! Get some mouthwash, man!” he exclaimed, stroking his soft muzzle and leaning away. They moved onto the elephants next, one of the keepers handing out pieces of fruit for the visitors to feed them, Bella falling in love with one of the babies.

“They’re so lovely,” she spoke, stroking the trunk of the baby and her mother, suddenly wiping a few tears from her eyes. “It breaks my heart that people hunt them for their tusks. How can they kill something so soulful, so majestic? Look at her, Angel. Look at her eyes, she only has love in her heart.” He found himself feeling quite touched at her words, but the sight thereafter really made something pull in his chest, Bella kissing the mama elephant's trunk, hugging it, only for the noble beast to wrap that trunk around her waist and cuddle her back.

“I love you, beautiful soul. I do.” she spoke softly, closing her eyes, a few tears running down her cheeks, overcome with emotion to have been literally embraced by the giant creature, Angel taking a few pictures, the other visitors softly cooing at the moment as they watched. Only Angel and Emmie, the elephant in question, knew the exact same thing, though. There was something very special and remarkable about Bella, something about her that pulled them in, her sweetness, her goodness, her sparkle. She was perhaps the sweetest natured girl he’d ever met, and suddenly, it gave him pause to let worry in.

Was she too good for the likes of him? Two nights ago, while he’d known Bella had been at home writing music and taking a long soak in the tub, he’d put bullets through the skulls of two men. She was the kind of girl who elephants hugged, and he was the kind of guy who moved vast quantities of heroin and murdered people without so much as a second thought. Until that very moment.

He seemed to withdraw a little as they walked to the next enclosure, below the canopy of a line of lush, green trees, the breeze swaying the branches gently, Bella noticing the difference in him when her words were only met with small sounds, or one-word replies.

“Oi, what’s with this face like a smacked arse?” she spoke, halting him.

“I’m having a small crisis of conscience,” he admitted, Bella moving before him, taking his face in her hands.

Her eyes were full of concern as she looked up at him. “Why? What’s the matter?”

He took a deep breath. “Because you’re gentle and sweet. You’re such a good person, and me? I’m a bad man. Really fucking bad, Bella.”

She shook her head, thumbs stroking over his cheeks. “Shhh, no you aren’t.”

“You barely know me, though!” he exclaimed, reaching for her arms, stroking them. “I don’t know how much you understand about an MC, but what I am, I’m an outlaw. I’m a bad guy, I do bad things. Read between the lines.”

She wasn’t stupid. She nodded, knowing of course what he meant by that. “I know, Angel. I know that essentially, you’re a criminal, even if I don’t know all of the ins and outs, and I don’t want to either. But that’s just a part of who you are. You’re so much more than that, too. As for you being a bad guy, well, do you plan on being bad to me?”

His reply was immediate and staunch. “Absolutely not.” And he meant it.

Leaning closer, she kissed him softly. “Then that’s all you have to worry about. I know this is a lot, being that we’ve only known each other a week, but it feels like so much longer already,” she continued.

“It really does,” Angel interjected with, Bella continuing.

“But what we have already, oh god... I don’t want to make myself look like a massive dickhead or anything, or jump the gun, but I think what we have...” She trailed off there, looking at her feet, feeling embarrassed, nerves tumbling through her tummy.

Angel reached beneath her chin, lifting her head, kissing her softly. “Could be really amazing?” he finished for her.

She beamed. “Yeah.”

He nuzzled her, pulling her close. “I think we both know that it already is, regardless of how fast it’s happening. Full disclosure, I’m a fucking sucker for falling for women quickly and then having shit all go wrong, usually because I’m an overdramatic asshole, but with you, I dunno, B. It feels different this time. You’re different. Really fucking different to any other woman I’ve gone for in the past, and I... fuck.” Was he being too much, confessing too much, letting his heart and emotions run away with him? He felt panicky for a second.

“Are you being totes emosh?” Her joke made him snort laughing immediately. It was like, she knew instinctively exactly what he needed, or the words she should use when he was working himself up. She’d done it the night before when the way a guy had been looking at her had bothered him, soothing his anger, making him laugh instead. Angel was very much a half and half man; half soft puppy, the other, big, angry wolf. She knew how to tame the wolf already, appease it, make it quieten.

He shook his head, more at himself than her. “You’re amazing, querida. I think the fucking world of you. Come on, let’s take you to see the lions, and if I start acting like a dumbass dick again, you can always kick me in there.”

She snorted. “I want to at least shag your brains out one time first before I finish you off.” Again, he laughed hard, tightening his arms around her and kissing her head.

“And how much longer are you gonna make me wait for that, hmm?” he asked, as they began to walk again, arm in arm.

“Longer than a week.”

He side eyed her, Bella snorting softly at the look on his face. ”You’re a cruel woman, Isabella Thorpe.”

She kissed his cheek, humming. “I’m worth the wait.”

If the truth was known, she was dying to take things to the next level with him, but she held back, partly because as she’d previously stated, she wasn’t easy, and also because she was nervous. She could easily believe that Angel had been with countless women in the past, and her sexual experience amounted to single digits, two previous boyfriends, to be specific. She truly felt apprehension there, because her new guy, he was no boy. This was a fully grown man she was dealing with, and it scared her a little, knowing that he’d probably been with stacks of women who likely exuded the kind of sexual prowess her inexperience meant that she lacked.

Over the course of the next two weeks, though, things definitely did take quite the upswing in the heat department.

“Yo, Angel! If you’re gonna bang your girl, can you at least take her off to the bathroom, homes? I don’t get off on that live sex show shit. Well, I would if the dude wasn’t you, because Bella, you fine as hell, girl,” Coco shouted from the outdoor couches at the clubhouse, Angel sat opposite with Bella astride his thighs, squeezing her ass as they kissed. He didn’t even look away, although Bella giggled at the statement before they continued to exchange heated kisses. “Hey! You hearing me, man?”

“Coco, fuck off!” he yelled, grumbling with displeasure, turning back to his girl. He only had an hour with her before he had to take her home, and wanted to spend it without being bitched at, so stood with her in his arms, Bella wrapping her legs around him, carrying her over to the office and digging his key out, “There,” he announced once they were inside, sitting down again. “Ain’t no one coming to bother us in here.”

They began to kiss one another again, the heat rising between them, Angel lowering the straps on her dress, his fingers flicking her bra undone. Bella felt a small quake of nerves, but it was quick to come and go, feeling herself lost in it, swept up in him, their rampant desire for one another, the smouldering passion he possessed as his mouth moved to her neck, scattering kisses across her throat, the heat of his breath as he panted against her neck making her tingle, even more so when he sprinkled those kisses in a constellation over her chest, his mouth tugging at her nipple in a firm suck.

Just that first intimate contact made her insides pulse, her eyelids fluttering, her hands stroking the shortly shaven sides of his hair as she arched against him, one of his hands moving to skim between her legs. When she made no move to stop him, his fingers pulled her undies aside, fingertips stroking over her slit a few times, wetness already gathered there, bathing them, his teeth sharp at her nipple in response. He trawled the length of his fingers through her folds, each back and forth stroke making her wetter, Bella gasping when he shifted his focus to her clit, rubbing it gently, her inner walls stinging with arousal.

“Fuck!” she panted, overcome.

He moaned against her neck, her other hand reaching to cup her breast. “That feel good, baby?”

“A little too good!”

He chuckled, looking up at her, able to still see even through the near darkness that her pupils were completely blown with lust. “Ain’t no such thing.”

She was floored by the way he touched her, never knowing such a perfect, precise touch beyond her own, panting harder the faster he stroked at her swollen clit, sobbing softly into the magmatic kisses they shared when his fingers slipped inside of her, hers beginning to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. She really didn’t want her first time with him to be in some shitty office, though, but lord, could she pull herself back from it now? As it turned out, she didn’t have to.

“Yeaaaaahhhhh, brother!” Gilly roared from outside, him and another banging on the office door.

“Make him use a condom, Bella! You don’t know where he’s been, but we do!” Creeper. Angel was pissed off, but still, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah,” he began, sliding his hand out from between her legs with reluctance. “I think we need to continue this at my place another time.” He knew unless they emerged from the office within the next few minutes, he wouldn’t be given any peace to take things further, so it was better to just call time, no matter how much he didn’t want to. Oh lord, how he really didn’t want to.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “We definitely do. And we definitely will. Or, my mum is away next weekend, and I’ve got that gig in Chula Vista that you’re coming to anyway, so stay at mine then?”

She could barely keep her giggles in at his rapid nodding.

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littlestsnicket · 5 months

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- lack of poor things gifs… i guess you can’t really gif things until there is better access to digital copies (i am usually late to every piece of media so i forget these things) (bella/toinette gifs when?!? toinette is in like none of the press release shots and it’s very sad)

- would be fun to write poor things meta but not sure if i have anything that interesting to say without rewatching it. (i read something while i was going through the tag about the ending being bad and it brought up some interesting things but ultimately felt quite wrong and missing-the-point to me)

- today really should be a fic writing/research day… it’s not like i don’t think rewatching bits of the witcher would be fun (i do) but i’ve been having a lot of trouble making myself sit down and do it

- i did get the time of contempt audiobook back from the library, not helpful for the very netflix continuity based fic i’m working on, but good for a bunch of other things that are floating around in my head. i probably should just buy these audiobooks but i don’t want to but since i can afford them i feel bad acquiring them less legally

- oh! i did also start watching 1670, it’s really very good, but it will probably take me a very long time to watch. like… it deserves the level of attention of a sitcom (that’s not at all a criticism) but i have to be paying way more attention than that to read the subtitles, so i have to be in a very specific mood to do that. i recommend it though (at least based on the first three episodes) (the daughter’s climate change stuff is especially good)

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dumbasscorn · 3 years

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Exothermic - chapter seventeen

Amalthea vs Trevor Uley

"Now explain and plead for mercy, or meet the consequences, you little prick!"

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Amalthea glared at the youngest Uley, crossing her arms instead of moving to hug. Like she'd ever do that!

"Hey." Trevor pouted, gesturing with grabbing hands that he wanted the girl to hug him, not close in on herself.

Rather than walking into his warm arms, Thea squinted her eyes as she saw Bella walk outside with Jacob out of the corner of her eye. "Some deadly illness, huh! Jackson is gonna be pissed when he finds out you've been skipping to join your brothers 'cult'. I'm snitching right away, I am so very serious."

Trevor nervously laughed and dropped his welcoming arms, copying Mal's own movements. "You love me too much to snitch on me, Mal!"

Knowing he was dead wrong, Thea jokingly kicked him in the shin, releasing both her arms from being constricted and gave him double middle fingers.

The two ignored the snickers they heard from the boys behind Trevor, Embry especially loud with his barely hidden giggles.

"Now explain and plead for mercy, or meet the consequences, you little prick!" She whispered in aggravation, needing assurance that she wasn't going crazy and that wolves were actually very, very real. Trevor nodded, "Definitely."

Before the two could speak once more, Sam cut in, grunting for his brother to follow him. Both Trevor and Amalthea looked at each other, knowing that they sure as hell were not going to separate this soon. Trevor missed Thea and her jokes greatly, and the other needed the distraction that Trevor provided.

"I went weeks without my bestie. We can chat later, man." He sighed, tired of Sam keeping him from his friends.

Thea, for the first time since she met the boy, bumped his fist and agreed with his words. Though, later on she would deny that she had agreed that they were besties in that moment. She surely was not planning on letting the one person she actually knew away from her.

Knowing that his brother was glaring heatedly at the back of his head, Trevor faced Thea and went to introduce the other people in the room.

"The idiot over there inhaling his food is Embry. Feel free to accidentally step on his foot whenever you walk past him. I do it and he gets annoyed every time-- never gets old." Thea looked at the boy she threw a water bottle at, agreeing with Trevor that annoying him would probably be funny.

"That's Jared. Allow yourself to dislike him-- he's annoying." Trevor went to tell her about how he was so annoying, but was cut off by Sam eyeing him and Jared yelling a "hey!"

"Next we got Sam and Emily. Em's cool. She's the one with to-die-for muffins that you're not allowed to have because you weren't nice. You know about.... you know." He widened his eyes with exasperation before rolling them. Thea couldn't help but nod her head, remembering that she got her muffin privileges taken away. She would absolutely later go on to snag one.

"Lastly we've got Paul. Mega anger machine. But also like, funny sometimes. Depends if you've stolen from his plate or not." Trevor snorted as Amalthea avoided the eyes of the man who tried to maul her cousin.

"Uh oh, what happened? Why're you not laughing with me? Did dummy do something? What-- what'd he do?" The boy caught on to her ignoring Paul, feeling concerned on why she already had a distaste for the hot-head.

He glared at Paul, "What'd you do, Lahote? She only doesn't make eye contact when she's super pissed. How'd you manage to do that so quickly?" Paul snickered into his muffin, eyeing the short girl next to his friends brother.

"Nothing to her." He smirked, remembering he was stopped before he could yell at her.

Embry coughed on his food, having an idea on what was to come from the funny girl who was definitely livid about her cousin being in danger. Jared eyed the scene, ready for the entertainment that was about to be provided by the two- well three including Trevor when finds out what happened.

"Hm. Only turning into a big ass wolf cause Bella rightfully socked him." Thea clenched her hands, feeling the crescent moon shapes from her finger nails indenting into the palm of her hands. "Then, her little flake joined and they brawled right in front of Bella. Thank god she didn't get pummeled by the fucking morons." Amalthea filled Trevor in on what the past hour and a half entailed, keeping her eyes trained on the floor as she plotted Paul's homicide.

Of course Trevor was beyond angry by this revelation, completely disregarding Paul attempting to defend himself. He stared blankly at the shifter, struggling to keep his fury under wraps as to not make his friend afraid of him too.

"Lahote, what in the actual hell were you thinking? Don't say that bullshit of 'I got angry, I can't help it!', nobody wants to hear it. She could've gotten hurt. Are you fucking serious!" Trevor shook as he spoke harshly to Paul, before getting nudged by Thea.

"Dude, I was in a car. We're pissed and worried about Bella right now!" The girl reminded him, accentuating her point with hands waving around, dropping them to her hips once she met eyes with the angry teen.

Humming, Trevor looked back to Paul, glaring.

"Don't shift near Amalthea, - or her cousin--", he mentioned after he was nudged by Mal,-- "again, Lahote." He stated, shocking Thea by the use of her actual name. Oh, he was angry angry. He gripped her wrist, walking past his brother and to the front entrance.

Trevor ignored Sam calling his name, continuing to guide his friend toward the walk that awaited them. He was going to calm down, and he was going to tell her where he's been. Now she definitely deserves to know.

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this is gaining more attention lately, i just might cry. i forgot to post this yesterday lols sorry about that

omg guys i have a really bad spider problem rn and i have such a fear of them that like i can't sleep because they keep crawling on the ceiling and being mf scary

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 3 years

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I posted 1,131 times in 2021

445 posts created (39%)

686 posts reblogged (61%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.5 posts.

I added 438 tags in 2021

#humor - 103 posts

#stuff - 52 posts

#fanfiction - 46 posts

#love nikki - 41 posts

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#genshin impact - 35 posts

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#ugh! - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#did you know that there are still some portions of the twilight fandom who hate on bella and kristen over the whole rob thing?

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Here is a piece e of advice from someone who has been obsessed with writing for the past 15 years... If all you're going to do to the swear words or dirty things in your story is censor them with *, #, %, &, and the like, don't even bother using such language. You can be vulgar without swearing.

No one wants to read a sentence like this every paragraph.

"That m*th#%f&v%#$ makes me want to k*11 every f*@%1#$ one of his g0##@%# kind."

That is a level of taxing that nobody wants to deal with.

EDIT: Someone mentioned the hell it'd be on screen readers.

Can you imagine listening just fine and then suddenly you hear this?

"That M asterisk T H pound sign percent F and sign V percent pound sign dollar sign makes me want to K asterisk number one number one every F asterisk at symbol percent number one pound sign dollar sign one of his G zero pound sign pound sign at symbol percent pound sign kind."

120 notes • Posted 2021-06-06 05:43:33 GMT

So I’m still seeing a lot of people not understanding why Taylor Swift is re-recording her first 6 albums she doesn’t own the Masters to. How does it actually devalue them? being the main question I see. Especially when the copies are going to be exactly/almost exactly the same?

Taylor writes all of her music. She owns the Publishing Rights to the lyrics and melodies basically. But the very first original Recording of the music, which all other copies are then made from, she does not own. So think of Shake It Off as an example. Her former label owned the original Recordings of all the songs from her first 6 albums(before selling to Scooter Braun who then sold to Shamrock Holdings when he got next to no money from them).

btw, no one will sell her the Master Recordings. She can afford them but these men do not want a woman to own her work which is why her Masters have been passing hands with borrowed money instead of their own money because unlike her, they can’t afford to pay with their own money. So they borrow from genocidal terrorist organizations instead, which means those organizations get a cut from every sale of her old Masters which they then use to bomb Yemen. It’s a mess.

So Taylor recently re-recorded her Fearless album. The original is the most awarded Country album in history. It’s Diamond. What the new version is for, is basically making the other one useless to the one who owns the Master Recordings on it.

Say, for some odd reason, the director of the next MCU film wants Shake It Off in the movie. They’d have to approach the owners of the song for permission to license the exact length of music they want to put in the film. It’s a taxing process to go through. Now, because Taylor owns the Publishing Rights, she has the final say. Shamrock Holdings owns the Master Recording of Shake It Off, and they can say yes, but the MCU director still has to ask Taylor’s permission now since she owns the lyrics and melodies. Taylor can say no. This means, that the original version of Shake It Off will not be allowed to be in the MCU film.

BUT, she can give them permission to use the lyrics and melody if they have someone else do a cover of Shake It Off. In this case, only Taylor gets paid. The old men who own her music and won’t sell it to her, get nothing. THIS is how her old albums will be devalued.

Lupita Nyong’o asked Taylor personally to use Shake It Off in her film Little Monsters. The owners of the song, BMGL(at the time) were giving them problems about getting the rights to use the song in the film, so Lupita contacted Taylor personally and Taylor said yes to using the lyrics and melody, overriding BMLG’s authority on the matter. That’s why Lupita plays it on ukulele and sings it herself.

Shake It Off and Blank Space are two of her biggest hits and yearly get thousands of offers to be licensed for film and television. With the re-recordings, Taylor can say no using the Masters she doesn’t own, and suggest using the ones she does own.

This makes the $300 Million sale, damn near worthless. See, streaming brings in little money and only really gets you exposure. For someone seen as the biggest pop star in the world, she no longer needs exposure to bigger audiences. This leaves physical sales and licensing to films and tv shows. But if Taylor’s fans are refusing to buy her old music so the money doesn’t go to anyone who backstabbed her, then they aren’t getting money from the sales of the albums. And if Taylor keeps saying no to everyone wanting to use those versions in their films, then the owners of her Masters get no money that way either.

It’s big Fuck You basically. It’s a long process to do all of this but if these men would rather borrow money from terrorists rather than just sell her the Masters, then she’s going to render their investments invalid.

It’s like Tumblr being bought for $1 Billion and then being sold for $3 Million after only a few years, because the investment brought forth no fruit.

146 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 11:13:34 GMT

Our Landlady Made Us Pay for Her Expenses But Won't Give Us a Break

So the van was borrowed and came back in need of repairs. Also, the person who borrowed it got a ticket and said nothing about said ticket. This was 15 days ago. We found out today. It's not cheap.

Step-dad was laid off because he got inured on the job and now needs knee surgery. They refused to handle it and as such he lost his insurance and needs a lawyer.

The rent is ridiculously high and so much shit needs fixing but the landlady keeps making excuses. She's trying to force us to keep the ACs at 70 degrees all the time because her Central Air is set to 70 degrees and we aren't allowed to change it. She won't fix the plumbing. She won't fix the kitchen issues. She is a nightmare to deal with.

So yeah, the gofundme thing was started and like, it's even worse than even I know and I know a lot.

Mom is going to try to sell her violin and her grandmother's jewelry. Probably her comic collection too. She's got some rare items and things just aren't working out for us.

[LINK] to the gofundme which I have no hope in. I don't know why step-dad thought this would work but people aren't like him. He's naïve and thinks that if he helps others they'll return the favor some day which just isn't true. He does shit behind mom's back, giving others money, fixing their cars, lending them expensive tools that aren't his to lend, and they are never there when he needs help. All he does is ruin our problems further.

150 notes • Posted 2021-08-03 02:04:32 GMT

8 Days Left

We've run out of time.

For about a week there, we had a sort of plan but it didn't work out. The landlady refused a lease in order to help us deal with back pay as well as looking for financial help for various associations that require lease info, as such, she's not getting any more money out of us.

She wouldn't let us pay our bills in person. She always demanded the amount be given to her directly. When asked if the prices were really what she claimed, she threw a fit. Claimed we were being rude despite how suspicious it is that she wouldn't even let us contact the companies personally.

She is still having her family members stalk us. She calls every day complaining about something or other.

The plan we'd been going with fell through. Once again, we cannot rely on anyone we seem to know personally, over several years.

Mom's maternal family is useless. They are wealthy. They married into wealth and do not work at all. But when it comes to helping their own family out, they don't do that. This bitch was my Nana's sister and she and her spawn are so against helping their own family financially that they didn't even help with Nana's funeral when she died. This bitch came out of the same vagina and supposedly loved Nana to pieces, and couldn't be bothered to help her destitute niece handle her dead sister's affairs.

The only time they want to help is when they have some kind of comment on Facebook about how I am too lazy and need boot camp to get me into shape physically and mentally. They've never offered to help us and always bring up not giving people handouts. They go on multiple cruises and vacations a year but the idea of helping family is just impossible. They claim everyone is greedy but them.

Mom has only managed to sell her grandmother's heirloom bracelet(which had to go to groceries) and my sister's guitar(which went to electric). Less than $300 between them both. No one wants the violin or the keyboards. We have limited edition comics but no one is interested. Fine china that no one cares about.

We've been trying to sell shit and it's not working out.

We have exactly $1.08 in the Paypal. I have $5 in an Amazon gift card. I'm doing surveys but it's not really helping.

We basically need money to just put our things in a storage unit now.

Step-dad's friends are still making excuses and he's still believing them. They claim they either, don't trust links on Facebook, the link doesn't work, or it leads to a different page entirely. Several people here have tested the link out for me on various devices and browsers. They are lying. I don't know why they just won't admit that they don't want to help.

Just say no. Dozens of grown men have been leading this idiot on for almost 3 months. And no matter what we say he's still defending them.

As for step-dad's issues, several law firms have gotten back to us about his injury. Yes. He has a case. His former job owes him a lot of money they're trying to get out of paying. BUT, no one wants to take his case because it's not financially beneficial to THEM.

Finally, the IRS is still giving me problems about the 2nd and 3rd stimulus checks they owe me. The nearest office over an hour away has been closed all year because of the global panorama. I have no way of 'proving my identity' because they refuse to accept online or phone call verification. Every time I call I get the same bitch who gives me a spiel about how despite the letter saying to call that number specifically, no one there can actually help with stimulus check related issues, despite it being only for the missed stimulus checks.

Both of them would really help out but of course nothing can go our way, right.

I feel bad that my sister has to deal with this when she just started her job yesterday. She's gonna go stay with her friend on the 4th while we do whatever.

So once again, here is the gofundme.

Here's my Ko-Fi. I am accepting commissions but I only have a few days left where I'll be able to take them so it'll have to be quick if anyone's interested. We won't have internet access let alone a place to sleep. I'll keep the Ko-Fi open for donations but other than that I won't be able to reliably swing it and I wouldn't want to let anyone down.

Thanks for listening to my whining. Sorry I haven't been able to post my happy stuff in recent months but homelessness is really kicking my ass.

185 notes • Posted 2021-09-26 21:48:24 GMT

Can someone make an Among Us Mod where after every meeting, the Imposter changes?

Like, there is only 1 Imposter in a lobby of 10 people.

And when the first meeting is called, if the lobby doesn’t successfully vote off the Imposter, then the Imposter changes to someone else in the next round.

And this continues until there is only a 1v1, or the Imposter is voted off.

Can you imagine the content YouTubers/Streamers would have?

222 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 04:16:06 GMT

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bellaslilpapercut · 3 years

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Oh boy New Moon! I've got some Thoughts a brewin' babey:

1. Smeyer: you do not need to remind your audience what happened last book, they aren't stupid. Imagine if SC started catching fire with ANOTHER explanation of what the hunger games are and that's the vibe of the first chapters of new moon. We remember james, we know what vampires are, we know that Bella is white, stop reminding us!

2. Bella has the worst self esteem of all time. Every bad thing that has happened to her since the Van Incident has been Edward's fault but she still blames herself and idk if this is Intentional Insecurity or if smeyer is protecting edward's "character" or both but gdamn it's depressing.

3. The reason I said Jasper was Inconsistently Written jumped out at me again. Smeyer dedicated a whole paragraph to pointing out how terrible jasper is at the diet or whatever but in the guide, smeyer tells us jasper actively tried to starve himself in the past because of how difficult his gift made feeding. He was one of only two Cullens to show bella empathy, he smelled her blood before, why does he attack her? The weakness of this decision is pointed out in the exposition: if it really were likely that Jasper would attack Bella, she wouldn't have needed a superfluous paragraph dedicated to telling us how bad he is at self control. If the story had convinced us of that beforehand, we would have believed the attack without the addendum.

4. The party is my least favorite part of the whole series and I will die on this hill: edward should have attacked bella. Bella should have tripped into something glass and edward should have lost it because he tasted her blood before and couldn't help himself. That way: edwards self loathing makes sense and he's forced to recon with his superiority complex from the ending chapters of twilight AND bella's self blame makes sense. A vamp who was able to starve himself before he even heard of the cullens should not have lost it around someone he spent days in close quarters with, building rapport and friendship. Edward got too high and mighty after he fed from Bella in Twilight, that should have had real consequence.

5. The writing is getting a little better as we near Edward leaving. "Better" isn't a good word actually but it's getting closer to the prose in twilight (which was flowery and annoying but at least it didn't constantly feel like being spoonfed exposition every paragraph). Hm wrote this blurb while I was still on chapter 3 and the vibe of being spoonfed reminders has not really dissipated lmfao.

We remember Sam Uley, smeyer, you introduced him four chapters ago. Just quick question: did anyone proofread this?? I think it's fair to say: when she isn't reminding us of things that we remember the prose is more similar to twilight. A little annoying but interesting enough to forgive the errors (or at least move past them easily enough lol).

6. I'm on chapter 8 now (I'm gonna break this up into three parts so I don't forget stuff like I did during the twilight reread) and there's a very heavy Vibe that smeyer is setting Jake up to be a parallel for twilight-era Bella. This line here is a pretty clear parallel for Bella telling Edward not to hold his breath in Twilight when he tells her she might get tired of him.

7. This line here "almost happy in a shallow kind of way" really jumped out. What Bella's narration says about Jacob versus her conversations with him (and her one paragraph about his happiness being effortlessly contagious) are at odds. It doesn't read like shallow happiness when she's with Jake. However, Smeyer is also a bad writer, she thinks the story she's telling us is literally what the narration says and not what the action shows and I think she realizes this in Eclipse (but obviously I'm not there yet so I can't say for sure).

8. I really can't get over the drop in writing quality. I know that she had already mostly finished Forever Dawn by the time Twilight was published (or was halfway done, I think her website said she had over 300 pages of forever dawn complete when she found out Twilight was getting published). I think the writing quality really reveals that she was not prepared to write New Moon. It's sloppier than Twilight in a way I'm not able to articulate (by that I mean I personally have a more intuitive than technical understanding of grammar and syntax so I don't have the language to break down the differences). Twilight itself is ripe with technical errors and plot errors and awkward exposition so it's not an overt drop in quality but I think it very much reads like a rushed writing job. She was committed to forever dawn, her publishers wanted New Moon, it shows.

9. I think New Moon was when I first started physically editing my copies of the saga lol. Even reading it now I'm so tempted to open up a word document and cut half of the useless shit out and fix all the grammatical mistakes. I can't even talk shit because I am also a comma-abuser but I hoped an editor would at least catch the errors before publishing. Guess not! Brevity is very clearly not meyers strong suit and this would have been a much stronger sequel if she had been able to reign herself in a bit. New Moon isn't supposed to be as narration heavy as twilight, there's already more action in the first seven chapters than the there was in the first 19 of twilight but she always delivers exposition via awkward dialogue or Bella's narration. Again, we already got a lot of the exposition in twilight, we know how vampires work et cetera. You can show us how bella feels instead of making her tell us and the story would run a lot more smoothly.

10. I'll end on a nice note! Little treat!

This is my favorite part of the book so far. I whited-out the useless dialogue tag because the line reads better without it ( line originally ends with "I emphasized" but she could have been brief and just ended the dialogue with an exclamation point for the same effect). The dialogue is natural and shows the J/B relationship that lives in my head way better than anything else I've seen on the page at this point. Like, I literally love this line more than any dialogue that preceded it (including twilight) lol.

#new moon reread #its taken me so long to get through these first chapters because its physically painful lmfao #i think when jacob comes in it gets more enjoyable if im remembering correctly #though im sure the writing quality will be equal to twilight at best #i wish anyone else in the world had written jacob black #everything about his character from the jump has been to serve bella's story #and everything about bella was to serve edward #i think i will write a meta on that eventually

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writerjuliannaf · 3 years

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Thank you so much @laurajournal for tagging me!! I had a blast participating ❤︎

About Me~

MUSIC

Favorite genre(s)?

Rock, Folk, Eighties, Pop, Alternative/Indie

Favorite song(s)?

1. Wrecked by Imagine Dragons

2. Follow You by Imagine Dragons

3. The Funeral by Band of Horses

4. Little Did I Know by Julia Michaels

5. Stakes by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

6. When We Were Young by The Killers

7. Lost by Dermot Kennedy

8. Papercut by LINKIN PARK

9. Fix You by Coldplay

10. Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

11. So Far Away by Staind

12. Everything Changes by Staind (… if I could keep going, I would)

Most listened song recently?

If The World Was Ending by Julia Michaels & JP Saxe (I’m a sucker for duets)

Song currently stuck in your head?

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

5 favorite lyrics?

1. Now that we're here, it’s so far away

All the struggle we thought was in vain

All in the mistakes

One life contained

They all finally start to go away

Now that we're here, it’s so far away

And I feel like I can face the day,

And I can forgive

And I'm not ashamed

To be the person that I am today

~ So Far Away by Staind

2. But everything changes

If I could

Turn back the years

If you could

Learn to forgive me

Then I could

Learn how to feel

Then we could

Stay here together

And we could

Conquer the world

If we could

Say that forever

~ Everything Changes by Staind (Aaron Lewis’ voice just sends me right back to my childhood)

3. Loud thunder, heavy rain

Thin line 'tween joy and pain

It's a long strange trip, it's all insane

You ain't never gonna be the same

~ Loud and Heavy by Cody Jinks

4. Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out

Will you fix me up?

Will you show me hope?

At the end of the day, you were helpless

Can you keep me close?

Can you love me most?

~ Someone to Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

5. Please let me take you

Out of the darkness and into the light

'Cause I have faith in you

That you're gonna make it through another night

~ Lullaby by Nickelback

Pick!

BOOKS

Favorite book series?

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer & The Lorien Legacies by Pittacus Lore

Comfort book(s)?

The Merchant’s Daughter, The Captive Maiden, and The Golden Braid —all by Melanie Dickerson

Favorite book(s)?

Divergent by Veronica Roth and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Perfect book(s) to read on a rainy day?

Hendrix by softsloth (an amazing werewolf romance on Wattpad) and You Are Not Alone by penbehindthemask (the BEST Phantom of The Opera fanfic on Wattpad)

Favorite character(s)?

Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Four, Jo March, Jane Eyre, Mr. Rochester, and Six —from The Lorien Legacies

5 favorite quotes from your favorite books?

1. “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me.” ~Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

2. “I’ll be your family now.” ~Insurgent by Veronica Roth

3. “Penguins. Lovely.” ~Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer

4. “One of the gifts our planet gave us is to love completely. Without jealousy or insecurity or fear. Without pettiness. Without anger.” ~I Am Number Four by Pittacus Lore

5. “It was too mangy. A little bit like you.” ~Her Wolf King (THE BEST Beauty & The Beast/Jane Eyre retelling) by @linsimin

Pick!

TV AND MOVIES

Favorite tv/movie genre(s)?

Romance, Fantasy, Superheroes, Comedy, Action/Adventure, Dystopian, and Sci-Fi

Comfort movie(s)?

Jane Eyre (2011 version), Barb And Star Go To Vista Del Mar, Pride & Prejudice, The Silver Linings Playbook, Ratatouille, The Phantom of The Opera, LOTR, and The Hobbit (… I wish I could keep going)

Movie you watch every year?

The Santa Clause

Favorite movie?

X-Men

Favorite tv show(s)?

The Office, Portlandia, Fruits Basket, Friends, Wolverine and The X-Men, Last Man Standing, Cobra Kai, Man With a Plan, Gilmore Girls, Sweet Magnolias, #blackAF, Dr. Who, North & South, Adventure Time (… and the list is neverending)

Comfort tv show?

The Office

Most rewatched tv show?

The Office

5 Favorite tv/movie characters?

1. Logan Howlett from X-Men

2. Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls

3. Michael Scott from The Office

4. Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket

5. Cindy Berman from Fear Street

Pick!

I tag: @sincerelyrachelr @linsimin and anyone else who wants to join in on the fun 🌸

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tae-bebe · 3 years

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tag game spam

gonna put this under the cut bc i don't wanna fill up ur dashes but thank u to all my sweet angels @cowboyjinbop @kithtaehyung @yoongisshadow @taejinnies for the tags !

4 songs tag - list 4 songs you've had on repeat lately

1. si fueras mia - D.O.

2. moonlight - agust D

3. tokyo - RM

4. im gonna love you - D.O. (currently obsessed with this whole album)

which bts core aesthetic are you?

you have gotten taecore!! ur like graffiti in the city, art pieces in cafes, gold lining on a page, coffee stains and libraries, gold star stickers, golden hours, greek art, finding beauty in small things, such as wildflowers or a stranger's laugh, and comfort in the middle of the night. this means u are very sociable and know how to make friends quickly and easily, even in just a span of a few minutes. u attract people very easily, and take artistic expression very seriously, such as painting, drawing, dance, music, or writing. u know how to take time for urself, and also know how to make the people u feel matter the most know how much u appreciate them. u aren't afraid to establish what u feel to the people u love, and are very caring. have fun with this knowledge!!

okay but this is so pretty i wanna print it out and hang it on my wall (also the london pics...my beloveds)

30 questions tag game

1. name: isabella/bella/bels/bel/bel baby/beb/belly (just @taehyungsupremacy) /isa (only in italy tho)/bunny rabbit (my mum lol)

2. star sign: taurus sun/virgo moon/gemini rising/aries venus

3. height: i think ? about 5'6 maybe 5'7 on a good day

4. birthday: 6th of may 1998

5. favourite band: i mean...feel like u guys can guess this one (non kpop im gonna go with haim)

6. time: 19:48

7. favourite solo artist: lorde (rb if melodrama changed ur life)

8. song stuck in your head: it’s still animal by ballistik boyz that song is laced with crack i swear

9. last movie you watched: rocks on netflix which is a gorgeous coming of age type film about young girls in london 10/10 would recommend

10. free space: i am moving to sk in 2 days !!!!!! wtf !!!!!!

11. last show you watched: does run count ?

12. when i created this blog: tae-bebe's 6 month anniversary is actually later this month ! :')

13. what i post: mostly content about taehyung's nose freckle, any and every gif that anj and kara make, and occasionally some fic (watch this space)

14. last thing i googled: my travel insurance policy lol

15. other blogs: @bel-baby @conmisplumas (both just aesthetic and vibes rlly)

16. do i get asks: whenever i do my brain releases unmatched amounts of serotonin so pls feel free to jump in my asks whenever !

17. why did i choose my url: well bel-baby is my main, @cal-baby was my 5sos blog (linking in case anyone wants to have a laugh at 16 yr old bella) so i wanted to complete the trio but alas this was the next best option

18. following: queens

19. followers: angels

20. average hours of sleep: not enough

21. lucky number: 7 (duh)

22. instruments: the only thing that gets played around here is me

23. what am i wearing: an old pair of jeans and a tshirt that says "guapa" bc u know self love

24. dream job: sugar baby or sugar daddy idm either way

25. favourite food: currently jajangmyeon, long time fav: tacos al pastor

26. tea or coffe: iced oat milk mocha or an oat milk dirty chai latte pls

27. nationality: british (derogative) but im a weird little mix of iraqi, spanish, italian and russian too

28. favourite song: i think i have a different answer to this q roughly every 15 minutes

29. last book i read: the land where lemons grow - helena ramsay

30. top 3 virtual universes you'd want to live in: can i copy jessi's answer and just say the universe in which im dating yoontaekook

#about me #beloved moots

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suituuup · 4 years

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Could do where Beca actually joined Barden two years later than she should’ve because she initially joined the army, but was sent home after she lost both her legs in a horrific battle. She meets Chloe but is reluctant to have any kind of a relationship because she is so insecure about her body.

so this is what it feels like

rating: m

word count: 3,6k

ao3 link

Barden University.

Beca looks at the sign and heavies a deep sigh as the car rolls forward, stopping at the curb a few minutes later. The driver steps out and takes her wheelchair out of the trunk, setting it up next to the open passenger door.

“Need any help?”

“I got it,” Beca mutters, shuffling to the edge of the seat and easily transferring to the chair. “Can you just hand me my bag? Thanks.”

She sets it on her lap and starts rolling away towards the main building, catching people staring. “What are you lookin’ at?” Beca spits out, glaring at a group of boys who instantly glance away.

She doesn’t want to be here. She was perfectly happy across the world, working for the Army. She had friends there, a family. A landmine took that away from her, as well as her two legs.

She was flown back to the States after an emergency amputation and moved in with her dad and the step monster. The following year was rough, as Beca dealt with both depression and PTSD. Numerous therapy sessions helped her figure how to live again and slowly dragged her out of her grieving state. She eventually agreed to her dad’s suggestion about going to college, figuring she couldn’t stay hauled up in the house forever.

She picked English as a major, as she’s sort of a book nerd, but she’s got no idea of what kind of job she wants to do.

She likes music and enjoys messing around on her computer making mixes but… it won’t ever be good enough for her to actually make a living out of it.

The first few days of classes are uneventful, except for the way people keep looking at her. Beca figures they’ll get used to it sooner or later, but for now, she glares.

She hangs out at the library a lot or at the coffee shop on campus to work on her mixes.

She’s at the library one afternoon, rolling up an aisle to get the book she copied the reference from on one of the computers.

“Damn it,” she mutters when she realizes it’s on one of the higher shelves, which are out of reach.

“Need any help?”

Normally, Beca would say I got it, because she hates relying on other people, but one, she really doesn’t have it and two, the words die in her throat when she takes a good look at the stranger.

A redhead, with the most vibrant eyes and smile Beca’s ever seen.

Her brain eventually reboots and she blushes slightly out of embarrassment for taking so long to reply. “Um yeah. Could you grab me that green book on the top shelf?”

“Sure thing,” the stranger chirps, standing on the tips of her toes to grab it. “Here you go.”

Beca takes it, setting it on her lap. “Thanks.”

She’s about to roll away, when the girl speaks again. “Would you be interested in joining an acapella group?”

Beca’s eyebrow shoots up. “Aren’t you supposed to be able to dance, too?”

“Not necessarily. I mean, we could figure something out, if you’re interested.”

“I’m not. I don’t— I don’t even sing.”

“Oh. Okay. Too bad.” She winks. “See ya around.”

She continues on her way, and Beca on hers.

Beca sees her again two weeks later, at the Barden Beanery. She’s stuck outside because the damn automatic door won’t work and of course it’s starting to rain.

“For fucks sake,” she grumbles, hitting the button once more.

“I’ll get it for you.”

Beca looks over her shoulder to see that same girl from the library heading over. “Oh. Hey there, acapella nerd,” she teases as she manœuvres her chair to roll into the coffee shop. “Thanks.”

“No worries,” she replies, smiling softly. “Wow, this place is packed.”

Beca nods towards a table in the corner. “I think those guys are leaving.”

“Nice catch. Mind if we share?”

Beca shrugs. “Yeah, sure.”

She tucks her chair in the free space at the table and opens her backpack to pull out her laptop, ordering a black coffee and a slice of carrot cake when the waitress comes by.

She and the redhead work in silence for a while, Beca with her headphones on (one ear left uncovered) as she messes around with her mixes. She soon loses herself into the music, bopping her head up and down to the rhythm.

“What?” She asks when she catches the other girl staring, blue-grey eyes peering at her above her laptop.

“Nothing,” she murmurs, a serene smile on her features. “I was just wondering what your name was.”

“Oh, right. I’m Beca.”

“Beca,” Chloe repeats, nodding. “I’m Chloe.”

“Cool to meet you, Chloe the nerd.”

“I’m not a nerd!” She cries, laughing.

“You’re in an acapella group, so you’re a nerd by definition.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

They work together for another hour, Chloe bidding her goodbye when she has to get to rehearsals. Beca sticks around until 7, heading back to her hall to head dinner.

“Hi!”

Beca looks up to see Chloe popping down on the seat across from her at that same table as three weeks ago. It’s a week later, and the place is near empty this time around, so Beca’s confused as to why she decided to sit with her.

“Um, hello?” It looks like Chloe’s here to stay, and Beca can’t say she minds? Weird. “You look happy.”

“I am! The Bellas and I are competing this weekend.”

“Competing?” Beca cocks an eyebrow. “So this acapella thing is pretty serious, then?”

“Totes!” Totes? “Our plan is to get selected for the National championships in NYC.”

“Wow. Well, I hope you guys make it.”

“Thanks! You should come check us out if you don’t have anything planned.”

Beca scrunches you her nose. “I don’t know how I feel about being in the same room as so many nerds.”

A laugh flits past Chloe’s lips. “What are you working on anyway?”

“Um, mixes. I mix music.”

Chloe’s eyes adorably pop wider. “You mix music?? That’s so cool. Can I listen?”

The normal Beca would have said no in a heartbeat. She didn’t plan on making any friends, the last year’s events making her more withdrawn and more of a loner. But there’s something about this Chloe, something Beca can’t pinpoint, that makes it impossible for her to say no.

“Yeah sure, if you want to.”

Beaming, Chloe switches chairs to sit next to Beca as Beca takes off her headphones to hand them over. She selects her Titanium + Bulletproof mashup and hits play, taking a sip from her drink as it starts.

The look on Chloe’s face as she listens, one of pure enjoyment, makes Beca’s chest swell with something unfamiliar.

“This is amazing!” Chloe nearly shouts, shrinking in her seat when people’s heads turn towards her. In a lower tone, she adds, “Sorry.”

Beca chuckles. “Yeah? You like it?”

Chloe takes off the headphones. Her eyes are sparkling, the same way Beca’s do when she listens to something she’s really into. “I really do. Have you thought about making a career out of music?”

Beca shrugs. “I did, yeah. I thought about going to LA, but my dad didn’t like that idea because he doesn’t believe there’s a career to be made. He wants me to try college first, for at least a year. I think he’s still pissed about me enlisting in the Army without telling him.”

“How long were you in the Army for?”

“Only a couple years,” Beca says, motioning towards her legs next. “Then this happened.”

Chloe grimaces. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well…” her shoulder lifts in a half shrug. It took her while to reach that state of mind; to stop being angry at the world for what she was going through. She learned to accept her handicap and to live with it, even if some days prove to be really fucking difficult. “It is what it is.”

She doesn’t know why, but that weekend, she finds herself attending that acapella competition to check out the Bellas. The songs suck big time and the outfits are questionable, but Beca is too enthralled by Chloe’s beautiful voice to really care about the rest.

“You came!” Chloe exclaims in surprise when she spots Beca at the end of the show. She’s bending down to hug Beca before Beca can protest, and Beca feels her face heat up as she awkwardly pats her back.

“Congrats on being selected,” she says when Chloe pulls away, her lips stretching in her first genuine smile in a long while.

“Thanks! What are you doing later?”

“Um… nothing planned. Why?”

“Wanna order pizza and watch something on Netflix?”

Chloe’s question makes Beca hesitate for a few beats. She truly doesn’t know what Chloe sees in her, as it’s not like Beca has made any efforts to strike up a friendship, but she has to admit that spending time with Chloe is nice.

“Sure, yeah.”

The night turns out to be one of the best Beca’s had in a while. She doesn’t remember laughing that much since before, and it’s all thanks to Chloe and her dorky sense of humor and positive energy. They hang out more over the next few weeks, either at the coffee shop or at Beca’s dorm, and Beca quickly develops a crush on her new friend, berating herself as soon as she acknowledges her feelings.

Even if Chloe does feel the same way, which is unlikely, it’s not like she’d go out with someone like Beca.

“I need your help,” Chloe blurts one day, plopping down across Beca at their usual table.

“What’s up?” Beca asks, glancing up from her book.

“Our set list sucks. There’s no way we’ll make it through to the ICCA’s.” She sighs, then nibbles on her bottom lip for a couple seconds. “I was thinking… maybe you could make us a setlist? We’ll totes pay you.”

Beca rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to pay me. But would Aubrey be okay with me helping?”

“She will be, I’ll talk to her.”

They spend the next few hours brainstorming songs, eating pizza and drinking root beer on the floor of Beca’s room.

“How ‘bout Don’t You Forget About Me? It’s a cool song,” Beca suggests; they’ve been stuck on the third song for over thirty minutes. “So while a few of you sing the end of Price Tag, the lead could start singing Won’t you, come see about me, I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby,” Beca sang, faltering when she caught Chloe’s weird look. “What?”

“You can sing!” She nearly shouts, her jaw dropped as she shoved Beca’s shoulder. “What the fuck, you told me you couldn’t!”

Beca chuckles. “I was afraid you might harass me if I told you I could,” she pauses, eyeing Chloe. “Am I wrong?”

Chloe grimaces, blushing slightly. “No. We were really desperate at the start of the year.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe how good you sound.”

Embarrassment wrinkles the bridge of Beca’s nose. “I’m pretty rusty. Your voice’s beautiful, though.”

“Thanks, Becs.”

They work on the arrangement for another two hours, and just like that it gets past midnight, but it’s done.

“We did it!” Chloe cheers, throwing her arms up. She hugs Beca tightly, almost making her topple over from the force of it. “You’re the best.”

“Jesus, Chlo,” Beca laughs, hugging back and momentarily melting into the soothing embrace, kind of never wanting to let go.

Chloe’s eyes flicker down to her mouth when she pulls away, and Beca barely has time to inhale before Chloe’s lips are on hers, soft and tender and just… right. Beca loses herself into the kiss for a second; a blissful second where her mind goes blank, before her insecurities slam into her brain at once and wrench her out of the liplock.

“I’m-- I’m sorry, I thought--”

“Well you thought wrong,” Beca mutters, gaze fastened on her thighs. She can’t. She can’t start something and have Chloe change her mind when she realizes she could do much better than Beca. “Can you go, please?”

“I… okay.”

Chloe swallows and hastily gathers her stuff, the door soon clicking shut behind her.

Beca doesn’t see her for a week; she doesn’t go to the coffee shop, preferring to stay hauled up in her room to work through her frustration.

A knock at the door cuts through her thoughts one night as Beca is chilling on her bed messing around with more mixes.

“One sec,” she calls out, shuffling to the edge of the mattress and transferring herself into her wheelchair. She rolls to the door and unlocks it, pulling it open as she backs up to make room. Chloe is standing on the other side. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she says, her greeting uncharacteristically quiet. “Can I come in?”

Beca nods and backs up some more, waiting for Chloe to slip inside.

“Aubrey loved the setlist,” she murmurs with a soft, albeit nervous smile. “She says thank you.”

Beca nods. “That’s good, I’m glad.”

A sigh puffs past Chloe’s lips. “I’m really sorry about the other day. I shouldn’t-- I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Beca wets her lips, finding the courage to meet Chloe’s eyes. “I shouldn’t have snapped. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just--” she sighs, struggling to find the right words.

“Just what?” Chloe presses gently.

“You don’t-- you don’t want this.”

Chloe tilts her head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

“Look at me,” Beca raises her voice, motioning towards her amputated limbs. Tears burn behind her eyes as the frustration that’s been bubbling up inside of her finally bursts out. “I don’t have legs, Chlo! I can’t walk, I can’t dance, I can’t-- do normal person stuff.”

“Beca…” Chloe whispers, taking a few steps forward and kneeling in front of Beca’s chair. Beca averts her eyes, hating that she’s on the verge of crying. “Look at me,” she coaxes gently, reaching up to cup Beca’s cheek. “It breaks my heart for you that you don’t get to do those things anymore, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you, or the fact that I want to be with you.”

Beca blinks, the shield surrounding her heart splitting open and vulnerability shining in her eyes. “You… want to be with me?”

Chloe simply smiles. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

Beca’s eyes flutter shut for a few beats as she puffs out a breath, trying to tame down her insecurities about her body and letting people in in general.

“Hey,” Chloe murmurs, squeezing her hand. “I don’t want to make you do anything you’re not ready for, alright? If you do feel the same way, we can take it slow. You set the tone.”

Chloe’s words soothe the anxiety swirling in Beca’s belly and her heart swells; she trusts Chloe and her intentions and god, she really wants to be with her, too.

Leaning forward, she cups the side of Chloe’s neck and brushes her lips across hers. Chloe hums, smiling against Beca’s mouth before she kisses back.

“I’m taking you out on a date tomorrow night,” she says when they eventually pull away.

Mind still tipped upside down from that kiss, Beca blinks and nods, a dizzy smile spreading across her lips. “Alright, nerd.”

The next few weeks turn out to be amazing as they easily fall into a relationship dynamic. They hang out even more, texting whenever they’re not together. It’s kind of gross, how happy Beca feels, but she figures she deserves it after everything.

“Can we um— pump on the brakes a little?” She asks breathlessly one evening, squeezing Chloe’s waist as she straddles Beca’s lap.

“Yeah, of course,” Chloe rasps, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I liked that, I just— I’m not there yet.”

She’s terrified Chloe might not find her attractive or worse, be grossed out when she finally sees Beca completely naked.

“That’s okay,” Chloe assures her, pecking her lips. “You set the tone, remember?”

“Thank you,” Beca murmurs, truly appreciative of Chloe’s selflessness. “Hey, so um, I have my first physical therapy session with my prosthetics next week and uh, I guess I would like it if you could be there?”

She’s had countless appointments over the last few months to get measurements and fittings for her prosthetic limbs, and she would finally see whether or not she could walk in them next week. While she’s been wary so far about including Chloe to that part of her life, she knows she’ll need someone there for emotional support, and she can’t think of anyone better than her amazing girlfriend.

Chloe’s eyes widen. “Yeah? That’s exciting!” Softening, she adds, “Of course I’ll be there.”

Beca is a nervous wreck by the time her appointment comes around. After much internal back and forth about whether she wanted Chloe to be in the room while they set up the prosthetics and for her to see her stumps, Beca eventually figured she would sooner or later anyway.

Chloe doesn’t show any signs of being grossed out once Beca’s pants are off, and she even grabs Beca’s hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles, as though reading Beca’s mind and guessing she needed some sort of reassurance.

Once the technician slipped the sleeves and liners on Beca’s residual limbs, she straps the prosthetics on. “How does that feel?”

“So far so good.”

“Alright, ready to take some steps?”

Anticipation and slight nerves swirl in Beca’s guts as she nods, moving her wheelchair in front of the metal bars. She puts the brakes on and with the technician’s help, rises to her feet.

Her trembling hands reach for the bars as the technician holds onto her waist with a belt in case she loses her balance.

“Let’s try a couple stationary steps first,” she advises, and Beca manages to lift one foot after the other, familiarizing herself with the feeling. “Great job. Let’s try a couple steps?”

Beca nods, exhaling slowly and gripping the bars tighter as she moves her right foot ahead, then her left. It’s wobbly and the sockets are a bit uncomfortable, but she knows it’s just a question of getting used to. Tears sting her eyes because she’s walking again, and while she knows the road ahead is still long, she also knows she’s going in the right direction.

“Doing okay?” The other woman asks as Beca takes another two steps.

“Yeah, I just need a small break.” It’s much more exhausting than she thought, sweat beading on her forehead already.

Chloe’s grinning from ear to ear when Beca glances back at her. “You’re walking, babe.”

“Yeah,” Beca exhales with a disbelieving laugh. “I won’t take you out dancing right away, but someday.”

Someday.

Chloe takes her out for a celebratory dinner after and once they’re back to Beca’s dorm and on her bed to watch something on Netflix, Beca doesn’t reach for her computer, capturing Chloe’s lips in a yearning kiss instead.

Their make out session quickly turns hot and heavy, and Beca whips her top over her head at some point, staring at Chloe with darkened eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“I love you,” Beca murmurs instead, cradling Chloe’s cheek tenderly. “I’m so sure.”

Chloe’s eyes soften, and a dazzling smile spreads across her lips as she kisses Beca. “I love you, too.”

Time slows down after that as they explore this new window in their relationship, and Beca doesn’t feel one bit uncomfortable about her appearance, not when Chloe is showering her body with so much love.

The next couple months are pretty much perfect. Chloe and the Bellas win the ICCA’s, Beca continues making progress in physical therapy, to the point where she’s able to walk short distances with just the help of a cane.

On Chloe’s graduation day, she shows up not in her wheelchair but on her feet, intending on surprising her girlfriend, who has no idea she got that far. She spots Chloe talking with her family across the room after the ceremony and slowly but surely makes her way over, gripping the bouquet of flowers in her right hand tighter as nerves over meeting Chloe’s parents sprout in her belly.

“Oh my god,” Chloe croaks, her eyes widening and a bright smile lighting up her features when she finally sees Beca.

“Hey you,” Beca greets with a lopsided grin, laughing softly when Chloe shakes her head in awe and tucks herself into her arms. Beca inhales her scent, closing her eyes as she basks in the closeness. “Congratulations. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Chloe kisses her softly, taking the bouquet from her to slip her hand into Beca’s now free one and gently tugging her to the older pair.

“You must be Beca,” Chloe’s dad says, his eyes the same vibrant blue as his daughter’s as he extends his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too, sir,” Beca replies, accepting the handshake.

“Please, call me Mike.”

“And I’m Alice,” Chloe’s mom introduces herself next, her smile warm and genuine.

“You’re joining us for lunch, right?” Mike asks, offering a matching smile.

Beca smiles and her heart warms, not having expected an invitation. “Um, yeah, sure. I’d love to.”

Chloe kisses Beca’s cheek once her parents start to make their way to the car, walking slowly to match Beca’s pace.

“What?” Beca asks when she notices Chloe is staring at her profile.

“Nothing,” Chloe murmurs, squeezing Beca’s hand. “I’m just really happy.”

The Beca from a year ago would have never thought she’d know what it felt like; to be loved and loving someone like she did Chloe. Yet, here she is, the happiest she’s ever been, and she’s got the feeling it’s just starting.

“Me, too.”

#bechloe #bechloe fanfic #chloe beale #beca mitchell #pitch perfect fanfiction

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1899-newsboy-strike · 4 years

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The Unexplainable Pt 1 - A Twilight Love Triangle

The Unexplainable Masterlist

A/N: This is the first part of the new (but old) series so I hope you guys like it :) Also just a quick disclaimer, if you see this story on Wattpad under the same title, it is not a copy or I’m not trying to copy it, it is my story from over a three years ago that I am just rewriting and actually finishing

Warnings: bullying

Summary: Bella coming home

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You hadn’t seen your sister in what felt like years, and you couldn’t help but get excited for her coming home. You hoped she didn’t treat you like everyone else did. No one at school ever talked to you because of your eyes and the fact that you looked nothing like your family. You normally kept to yourself so you wouldn’t bother anyone. You let out a sigh when you heard your dad’s car pull up, and you went outside to see your sister, immediately getting pulled into a hug.

"Y/N I missed you so much." She said, squeezing you, making you laugh and hug her back just as tight.

"I missed you too. Come on I'll help you settle in, we have school tomorrow." You said pulling her inside while your dad got her stuff. "Dad cleared a shelf off in the bathroom for you." You explained pointing to the bathroom and took her into her room.

You explained everything about school tomorrow and then left to let her get settled in. When you heard a honk come from outside, you smiled knowing it was Billy and Jacob. Your dad and them were the only ones who treated you like you were just like them. You ran out and hopped on Jacob's back, giving him a hug.

"Hello Billy, hello Jacob." You greeted them and slid off of his back when you saw Bella walking out of the house. You nudged Jacob knowing that he's had a crush on her ever since we were little and he pushed you back laughing.

"Do you like your homecoming present?" Dad asked, pointing at the truck. Bella started saying thank you and that it was perfect while Jacob started showing her how to use it, but typical Bella hit him with the door on accident. You laughed before saying bye to both Billy and Jacob, going inside and getting ready for school the next day. That would be where you saw how Bella really thinks of you. Home is one thing, but school was another.

Once you woke up you took a shower, brushing your teeth before you got in your car driving to school. Once you got to school you hurried to your first class, sitting in your normal seat in the back. You hoped lunch would come fast so you could read your book. Just like you had hoped, lunch time came by faster than you expected, and sat in my usual spot alone. You were surprised to see Bella sitting on the table just next to yours, but her back was turned to you.

"Bella you're related to Y/N right?" You heard one of them ask and your head shot up looking in their direction before putting your head back down and getting out a paper to draw.

"Uh yeah. Why? Are you friends with her?" You could tell Bella was being cautious about her answer, but the topic was quickly changed as Bella asked, "Who are they?" when the Cullens started walking to their normal table. They started saying who each one was and then Edward came in. "Who's he?" she asked, the interest evident in her voice.

"That's Edward Cullen, he's gorgeous obviously, but apparently no one here is good enough for him. Like I care you know" Jessica explained laughing coldly. You smiled down at your paper, and you couldn’t help but wonder how many times she’d been turned down. You heard a laugh making you look up, and you saw Edward with a smirk on his face. You brushed it off, thinking he just heard what Jessica was saying since she never learned how to whisper. "Seriously like don't waist your time." Jessica added.

"Wasn't planning on it." Bella mumbled, looking over at the Cullen’s table. "So um, why did you ask if Y/N was my sister?" She asked, and your attention was pulled back to them.

"Well we’re just surprised you're not weird like she is, that’s all." Jessica said.

"Yeah she's pretty weird with that whole eye thing. She doesn't really even look related to anyone in my family. She must have been like a mistake or something" Bella laughed along with the rest of her new friends.

You felt a tear run down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. You couldn’t believe she was just hugging you saying she missed you yesterday and now she was calling you a mistake. You quickly got up when you saw a tear on your paper, throwing away your trash. You bumped into somebody almost dropping their tray, but you caught it, looking up to see Jasper.

"Sorry." You apologized softly, handing him his tray and throwing your stuff away while you wiping the tears that were now running down your face before you made your way out of the cafeteria.

Once you got to art you nodded to the teacher when she smiled at you. You had an assignment that had to be finished by the end of the month and you were planning to take it home everyday to finish as fast as you could so it could be perfect. Once the bell rang you hurried to your car and as always you were the first one out of the parking lot. The whole way home you thought about what your sister said during lunch. You wondered if your sister being at school with you could get any worse, and little did you know the answer was yes.

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another twilight character tag game

by @sweetrosaliebahbahbah – “pick 5-10 characters and write your take on the canon version of them vs. fanon version of them. fanon doesn’t have to be what is generally accepted in the fandom, it can be your own idea of what you think a character is like. then tag the same number of people as characters you pick, if you can.”

i was tagged by @leahclearwaterdefensesquad & @witchyangela

bella swan:

i loved a lot of bella’s strength, stubbornness, and resilience in canon. i think what i love most about bella is that she’s normal. the reason why is that unintentionally on smeyer’s part, to ME she becomes a great example of what feminism is about. it’s about fighting for women to have the same opportunities to make choices. i think that the societal hatred towards bella from everyone (women included) is a great teaching point. because why is it that a normal young woman is considered weak? i’ve said it before, but female characters have to be unnaturally talented and strong to the extreme in order to be respected and accepted in pop culture. because bella isn’t a brilliant witch like hermione or an inspiring archer like katniss, she receives criticism that she’s weak, antifeminist, and boring. and what that tells little girls is that when you are normal, when you are sensitive, when you are loving, when you are sacrificial, when you are not physically strong, when you make choices in favor of love, you are not enough. bella has always made her own choices, and ultimately that’s what we should be celebrating as feminists. we should celebrate the right to make choices no matter what the choices may be, and fight for the women who don’t have the luxury of making choices.

also.... i love how we have amplified some of her traits to make her into this chaotic, adrenaline junkie who can finally let loose and enjoy life since she had to mature so young.

i just read through what i wrote on this and realized i essentially agree with kate lol! i’m saying basically the same thing! when you copy somebody else’s homework but change it up a little bit lmao!

rosalie hale:

i know a lot of people wish that rosalie was allowed to showcase more tenderness, more sweetness, but i like rosalie just as she is. though i don’t love how edward can rudely disregard her in his annoyance towards her, i kind of like the sibling tension of having SO much in common but finding the other so hard to live with. i just wish that we could have seen a fiercer love between edward and rosalie. like nobody pisses me off like you do, but i love you so severely and will always have your back. smeyer stated throughout the books that edward loved rosalie, but we never saw it nor felt it. i honestly wish that rosalie and edward had been closer even with their differences. i think it’d have been a much more interesting dynamic if rosalie and edward were very close before bella, but because of rosalie’s frustration at edward’s willingness to jeopardize and alter bella’s human life, they’re distant throughout the series but it eventually becomes resolved once it’s clear that it’s bella’s choice to join the cullens. i still think it was possible for rosalie to have no desire to be around bella and still have that awkward conflict of one of the cullens not loving her/accepting her, but rather than having the reason why be superficial, make the reason be that rosalie feels the way she does out of concern for bella. it’d just be far more complex if rosalie cared so much for this human girl that she didn’t even know that she becomes unwilling to allow herself to love the girl as much as her siblings do because she couldn’t bear it if their involvement in bella’s life resulted negatively for bella. like imagine the shock of that convo bella and rosalie have in eclipse if it involved rosalie revealing that she doesn’t dislike bella, but rather she actually loves bella despite herself and that’s why she’s so against bella being in their lives. because she doesn’t want edward to do what carlisle unintentionally did to her. she doesn’t want edward to steal bella’s humanity and thinks it’s unfair and unforgivable for him to have even given her the unnatural option of immortality. and this isn’t so that everybody would love bella for bella’s sake, but the alternative reason provided by smeyer is just so cheap. jealousy is natural, but it’s kind of silly for that to be the source of rosalie’s aversion. and when it’s one of the only intimate moments we have of rosalie, it provides so little depth.

leah clearwater:

some of what i’m about to say applies to rosalie as well, but it especially applies to leah which is why i chose to make the point under her name.

i have massive respect for anyone who decides to be the bitch. and no, this doesn’t apply to people who use being “blunt and real” as an excuse to be mean. i mean the people that are honest knowing that they will be disliked for it. and this respect extends especially towards women. the thing is, leah was stripped of so many choices by smeyer. while i appreciate the idea of the complication of a female wolf amongst a pack that has been all male for generations, smeyer robbed leah of her “womanhood,” her femininity, the privacy of her thoughts, the privacy of her naked appearance, her relationship, etc. and there was no consolation. but in the choices leah makes, it reveals a lot about her strength. she knows she could make life for the boys in the pack easier by being “kinder,” quieter, less “wounded,” etc. but she allows herself to be bitter because that’s the validity of her feelings. why deny herself the truth for the sake of being liked & making life easier for everyone else? she’s honest about her thoughts and feelings even when they’re not unwillingly broadcasted no matter the cost. she chooses to leave sam’s pack when it’s clear that it could be a better path for her, no matter how it hurts sam. i’ve talked about this with a few people, but it is not easy to be authentic the way leah is. particularly when you’re the only woman in a group of boys too. because whether it’s conscious or subconscious in their minds, every action of yours will reflect on their feelings towards women and every stereotype of what a woman should be will be reflected onto their feelings towards you. there is added pressure on your choices and behavior. they will be interpreted differently in a way that men’s choices aren’t. but again, leah doesn’t water herself down. she doesn’t soften the impact of her words. she doesn’t cheapen her feelings for anyone else’s sake. she chooses to be real even though she knows it will make her less “likable.” smeyer wanted leah to be the bitch so bad. but leah is not the bitch, leah is THAT BITCH.

also on the topic of leah’s womanhood... it’s fucked up. it was unneccessary & illogical when the male wolves can have children. there’s so much that can be said, but i do want to say that it’s not racist to give your POC characters hardships and “flaws” (i hate to use this word concerning this particular point but this is what smeyer treated it as), but when you offer those characters NO CONSOLATION but you give consolation to your white characters (rosalie finds happiness in emmett, renesmee, and her family).... then IT’S RACIST. it was also awful because when you make a character potentially barren, feel like less of a woman because of the fact, and simply leave it at wow, this is horrible, it suggests that women who can’t bear children or don’t want to are less of a woman. my points are kind of going all over the place now, but when leah and jacob had the conversation of leah feeling like less of a woman because of the implications of becoming a wolf and losing her period, it was wrong that smeyer didn’t have jacob or somebody tell her that her femininity isn’t tied to her period, to pregnancy, to childbirth, to anything. she is no less female or feminine just because she’s a wolf. the fact leah wasn’t given ANY resolution is inexcusable.

so i guess what i wish for leah is more CHOICES and RESOLUTION and CONSOLATION. i don’t even have ideas for the specificity of the choices because i just wish leah herself could make decisions for what her life looks like and what she wants. i just really wish she could have found some comfort and solace that she’s still feminine regardless of the transformation she went through. and that whether or not it’s true she can’t have children, there are other options if she makes the decision that that’s something she wants. and if she doesn’t want that, that’s okay too. she’s still a woman. there’s no criteria.

i was going to make a point for sue too, but i just exerted so much energy mentally on my last point lmao... so i’m cheating & leaving it off at three characters! maybe one day i can make a post on my thoughts on sue and some of the other women of the saga.

i tag @bellaskhakis @edytheelizabethcullen @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen @bellasredchevy

#sorry this is so long hehe #also btw im not justifying any of the shitty stuff in canon in this post #i'm just making suggestions on how smeyer could have gone about some of the shit she did #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #the twilight saga #edward cullen #bella swan #midnight sun #leah clearwater #rosalie hale #new moon #twilight revival #eclipse #breaking dawn #stephenie meyer #jasperwhitcock

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Exothermic - chapter eleven

Amalthea vs Sam Uley

"Ah fuck, Mal! Why'd you do that? I'm suffering from a deadly illness!"

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School was surprisingly quite bland without the oversized teddy bear. It was quiet. Well, that is other than Jackson pestering her over when Trevor would be better and how he can not get sick because the game is in two weeks.

"Jesus Jackson, text your friend to complain." Amalthea referred to the boy by his first name, knowing he'll start his spiel of her not having to say his royal title every time she spoke to him.

"I did text him, Amalthea. He texted me back saying to bother you for him. Hence, me making it my life goal to pester you!"

"That bitch. He's getting his ass kicked when I see him later, I swear to god."

Jackson faltered in his speed walking, tilting his head toward the girl. "Why're you going over there, silly goose? You'll get sick!"

"Mr. Huber has a paper that Uley needs. That, and dumb-dumb asked me to yesterday. If I do him a solid, he'll just have to repay me." She winked at the blonde.

Jackson sighed, "Fine then. Wear a mask, though! Or you can't be around me, darlin'!" He ruffled her hair, dodging the hand she threw to slap him.

"Yes, because that would be so terrible." The girl mumbled, pushing Jackson away from her and going to the old truck Bella sat in. Jackson, of course, yelled that he'd see her tomorrow and to give Trevor a distanced hug for him. Amalthea replied with an indecent gesture that would make Charlie proud.

The two teenage girls rode back to Charlie's house in silence, the only noise being Thea fiddling with the zipper of her jacket.

"Bella, can we go to Uley's house first? I gotta give him homework and a punch for being a bitch. Kinda don't need Uncle Charlie seeing me deck a boy a week and a half into my stay."

Bella side eyed her and nodded, asking for directions that lead to the boys house.

Pulling up the stand alone house surrounded by trees, Thea pulled the papers out of her shabby bag and slammed the trucks door shut.

Feeling her feet sink into the wet grass, Amalthea walked toward the dark mahogany door that hid a teen boy and his mother behind it.

Laying three solid knocks onto the hard wood, Thea rubbed the pads of her thumb and fore finger together. She really hoped it was the idiot who answered the door and not his mother-- that would be uncomfortable.

Surely enough, Trevor Uley swung the front door open, grinning at the black haired girl standing on his porch. He opened his arms to take her in, not expecting the punch she gave his bicep.

"Ah fuck, Mal! Why'd you do that? I'm suffering from a deadly illness!" Trevor pouted, caressing the arm that fell victim to the assault.

"No touching me, Uley. You're sick and annoying." Amalthea stared blankly.

His jaw sank, arms crossing in an argumentative manner, "Mal you just touched me when you abused me! Which was totally uncalled for, by the way!"

"Well I had to do that, it was retribution for telling Jackson to annoy me since you're not there. So, yes-- very called for."

Trevor frowned, forgetting he told his friend to do such a thing.

Amalthea handed Uley the papers assigned as homework, immediately stepping back to keep a distance between the two. She was not a very nice person when sick, her dad would very much vouch for that.

"Mal, you're the bestest best friend in the world!" He smiled exaggeratedly, hugging the homework to his body, "I'm gonna love have death by calculus on my tomb stone!"

Amalthea rolled her eyes at the boy, turning on her heels to walk back to the truck. Trevor called out for Thea, causing for her to stop mid twist, eyebrow raised in question.

"We've got two weeks till the game, pretty please with a cherry on top go! What if I'm still sick and dying by then?" He gave her puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for her to cave in.

Thea scoffed at the look he was giving her.

"If you're not dead and leave me alone, I'll think about it." She yielded.

Trevor jumped from his spot, moving to bombard her with a giant hug. Thea tutted, pushing him away again with all her strength.

As the two were having a conversation with one another about who-knows-what, Isabella Swan drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, wishing for her cousin to hurry up. Staring at the trees, searching for something that will give at least a little entertain, Bella noticed a rustling in the trees that couldn't have been made from the wind blowing. Seeing a flash of color speed through the trees, Bella gave into her antsy feeling and laid a small beep on the horn, signaling for her cousin to wrap it up.

Amalthea and Trevor saw Bella oddly anxious, spotting a certain stalker-ish brother walking up the drive way soon after.

"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me dude." Trevor grunted under his breath, turning to Thea. Her gave her a look that said, 'see!'

As much as she wanted to stay and laugh at the weird conversation Uley would have with his brother, Bella honked her horn once again.

Toeing her way down the stairs and away from Trevor, Thea looked the oldest Uley in the eye as she passed by.

Sam Uley glared at Amalthea as she walked backwards to the truck, watching as she struggled to hold in a snort. She made eye contact with Trevor, who mouthed 'See, I told you! Stalker!' to her. Smirking, she twirled on her toes and leapt over a puddle to the passenger door.

Dramatically making a show of settling into the seat and buckling herself in, Thea blew a kiss to Sam and gave a sarcastic smile to Trevor, who's face started going pink from holding in a chuckle. It didn't go unnoticed how quickly Bella left from the boys house-- turning back once, only to see Sam eyeing her moodily.

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y'all i had such a scare after finishing writing this. i went to copy it to save on another document so i didn't lose it and accidentally deleted it all. by heart fell to my ass but i thank god clicked off before it saved and didn't delete it all lols

sorry for the three week break, i was depressed and wanted to die LOLLLL, how're y'all tho

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princess-nazario:

It's ok, thanks for clearing things up. See, everytime theres a post that might just be different the tumblr-fad! Version you speak or questions how tumblr might be romanticizing them theres always annoying people in the replies saying that theres a version where she wanders down the underworld herself, or that the version where shes kidnapped is...weak or a damsel in distress since it doesnt fit into tumblrs made idea of empowerment?? Its so annoying honestly. I saw this kind of stuff in a lot of posts while exploring the greek myth tag and its just... infuriating. I definitely should ignore them but it seriously makes me kind of sad and angry at the same time? The hades and persephone posts are everything(mostly tumblr-fad!) Version I reread your original post and yes I do agree, tumblr-fad! Persephone does take away a lot of the complexities and archetypes I read you examine. I think Hadestown might portray Hades and Persephone's power struggle well, it doesnt completely ignore the implications its giving off for the sake of some romance. This is what tumblr is doing and it's really annoying. By doing this and reducing the characters here to simple boxes it's taking away your interest in the myth, I think that's what you meant? I think your study of Hades/the underworld being Persephones self, cthonic meaning "spirit of nature within, inner self" while I dont fully understand that's really cool. I especially dislike how woobified and depowered he usually is in the tumblr-fad! Theres a lot you can work with him as the antagonist in a retelling I think. In fact maybe itd be great to have a retelling that explores the power struggle between Hades and Persephone and shows how Persephone gets through adversity and becomes of equal power through oppressive authority? Thatd be really cool. Tumblr-fad! Version is the twilight of myths but kind of the opposite. In twilight, the author itself romanticizes the creepiness and power struggle that might be there between Edward itself(although Bella does have a lot of agency so I think that's why it resonated so much with female readers?) while the Persephone has a various amount of versions, most versions being she was kidnapped/abduction with many meanings and metaphors and allegories to things, and tumblr-fad! Version ignores nuance in favor of their ships. Thanks for being so open and honest about this, I honestly was stressed because I thought my response maybe being immature or uninformed might be irritating or annoying. I haven't been sneaking through your blog or anything like that, I just saw your original post in the goddess demeter tag so I searched up "Persephone" on your stuff since I was curious with what else you might have to say about it. I wish Tumblr could maybe bother to learn something called not everything is entirely not THIS thing or the OTHER and maybe do something different from what Hades and Persephone coming to be known as the peak of all love stories on the website.

@princess-nazario I hope you don’t mind, I copy pasted your last reblog into a new post thread because the last one was getting massive.

I think I’m starting to understand what you’re getting at regarding the perception of victims as “weak,” and it makes a lot of sense. Thank you for clarifying regarding the “damsel in distress” trope because that’s when it clicked for me what you were talking about. I actually agree on that point, I think there is a tendency for pop feminism to kind of portray more vulnerable, sensitive or fragile women as less feminist, so I can see how you’re applying that to your views on how people on tumblr perceive the story of Hades and Persephone.

That said, I think you have a lot of different angles you’re looking at this whole thing from, and that’s great! However I think there’s so many subjects you are trying to tackle here that it seems like you are kind of are only half informed about, maybe from exploring discussions online. I think this is resulting in conclusions that are kind of confused and lacking in more solid foundations, if that makes sense. I think maybe you might benefit from exploring each element further on their own merits.

For example, did you know that there are a lot of different feminist viewpoints on Twilight itself? And not all feminists completely condemn it? In my opinion, there are a lot of things about Twilight to criticize, however there was a distinct element of hatred for the interests and desires of teenage girls involved with how people responded en masse to the Twilight phenomenon. I don’t think you were old enough to be directly familiar with all this at the time. I think a decent primer would be this video from Lindsay Ellis (tho please keep in mind that some of her most recent content is not for younger audiences). It doesn’t cover all angles of the topic, but it does give an alternative perspective in retrospect about the raging Twilight hate that swept through pop culture for a long time:

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Also, there is a whole conversation to be had about the concept of “woobification,” and why that word exists, as well as how it is used in conversations about girls and women’s fantasies. The original post I made shows that I have my own frustrations when male villains and darker archetypes are whittled down to something seemingly non-threatening and “socially acceptable” myself (like...turning the beast into the prince in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast), but in my experience, people have often used the word “woobie” to describe any explorations of the vulnerability of these types of male characters when women do so because they find those men intriguing or attractive, and that can get kind of tricky because in many ways, those conversations can harbor a subtle resentment and shaming towards female fantasties, period.

I’m getting the impression that maybe there’s something about Hades and Persephone, or at least the archetypes they embody, that really intrigues you, but you’re not sure what you are supposed to think and feel about it from a feminist perspective. That’s ok, ultimately you’ll figure it out on your own. I can’t tell you what to think about the myths themselves on their own, separate from contemporary feminist media because that’s ultimately it’s own thing, and you can springboard your own perspectives and reimagining off of the original in any way that feels right to you.

What I can do though, is leave you with some age-apropriate content that I was consuming at your age, as well as a link to a site that explores stories with similar archetypes that Persephone embodies.

The site is called Girls Underground, and it explores and catalogues stories about girls who go on heroine’s journeys in the “Cthonic” context like I was talking about, as in exploring their own inner psyches through the experience of traversing a strange, scary, magical place. Sometimes these stories involve the trope of a spooky attractive male character who takes on an adversarial role that is sometimes also romantically charged, but not all of them do. I think the resources page may be of particular interest to you because it links to essays on subjects within this genre of storytelling. The Examples page has a ton of other stories not listed here that you can take a look at, however not all of them (but many of them!) are kid friendly.

Movies that I would recommend:

Labyrinth (1986), which was my favorite film since early childhood, and is the reason I love these types of stories to begin with.

Legend(1985), which doesn’t depict a healthy dynamic, but is a great film and does have a big place in the general conversation about this type of storytelling.

Howl’s Moving Castle, either the book or the film.

Pan’s Labyrinth is rated R for some gore and violence, and it has scary moments, but I think it’s fine for most teens. The character of Pan is not part of that whole “demon lover” trope because the heroine is a small child, but he takes on a similar role in terms of being a figure that embodies the underworld and thus a major part of the heroine’s psyche.

Honestly, I would consider Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (the original, not the live action remake) a good rendition. It was written by a woman.

Jean Cocteau’s black and white La Belle et La Bete.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, or a film adaptation of the same.

Rebecca by Daphne DuMarier, which is what my username is from. I’m fond of the Hitchcock film adaptation.

Honestly, the 2004 adaptation of Phantom of the Opera is...flawed, but it was my introduction to Phantom, and it’s a lot of melodramatic fun.

It’s worth noting that in a lot of these stories, there are not perfect, healthy relationships depicted between men and women. There is cruelty, there is harm. But in many cases, that does not mean these stories have nothing to say about relationships between men and women, nor does it say that they are solely tales about abuse and we cannot find romanticism within them. Each story has it’s own flaws, it’s own strengths, hold deeper meanings beyond the surface. They contribute something distinct to a rich history of artistic explorations of the dynamics of power in romance and the female experience with our own desires within a patriarchal society.

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