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n04s · 2 years ago
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angel numbers is just something people made up cause they want to get excited when the time is something interesting like 2:22 or something .it has nothing to do with angels at all
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rapidhighway · 2 years ago
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Always gonna be angry at the weighed blanket I was literally so excited for it and it just gives me claustrophobia 💀💀
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fayerambles · 25 days ago
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Crazy that we're including jk rowling in this list but at this point I'm not even mad 😭
hey don't cry. one day jk rowling and elon musk will be dead. also donald trump and jd vance. oh and vladimir putin. all dead.
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bloodysparklez · 3 months ago
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i'm obsessed with nikki's completely disproportionate response to this situation lmao
giovanni: mansplain manipulate manslaughter
nikki "gentle parenting is always the solution" lastname: how about MANNERS
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xuxueee · 2 months ago
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Guys.... Who remembers the fake Twitter post where it said Giyuu and Sanemi where canon....
And who else thought it was true...
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nyctoheart · 3 months ago
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i need to stop seeing that recent "do kh characters swear" post bc I disagree with so much of it hdkdhjff
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tacagen · 11 months ago
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one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!
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((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))
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but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS
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(and, well. whatever this classifies as)
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#whats wrong with him. seriously. he loves picking fights with literal children So Much#AND NONE OF THEM WITH WALLY ON THE MATTER OF BEING THE BIGGEST FLASH FAN. HOW DID THAT NEVER HAPPEN#about the middle page. honestly i DIDNT remember he is a Jerk in that way too until i checked his interactions with bart for this post#this man officially should not be allowed near children as a mentor.#just straight up drops ALL his insecurities on a poor kid in trying to make him feel ashamed. NO breaking the abuse cycle for this bad boy#the only thing he doesnt say is the direct 'you are a disappointment' altho the message is still the same 💀💀💀💀💀💀#AND I BET HES HELLA PROUD OF THAT. I MEAN CONSIDERING THIS FACT IG HE DOES TRY TO BE BETTER THAN HIS PARENTS. SOMEWHAT.#and omg he formulates his point like in problem based learning (leading the child to making the correct conclusion themselves)#im dying. professor to the fucking core.#and the way he feels the need to bring up flash facts in his appeal?? EO YOURE SO HOPELESS. THIS IS 100% HOW BART SAW HIM THROUGH#and god knows what he told thad promising to get him out of the speed force if he fought barry there and whether he was going to fulfill it#and do you even IMAGINE how FUCKED barry's mental condition would be growing up if thawne fulfilled his button threat#and i really REALLY wonder about the tornado twins and their relationship with 'uncle eobard' but that will be a separate post#he doesnt know any other way tho. and he might be actually mad at bart for not supporting his every action as The Flash#like. he tries to play family but the second they question he just goes WHATEVER. I DONT NEED IT. FLASH OF MY VISION RUNS ALONE#his problem is that he just wants attention. he doesnt see family/heroing for what 'its really about' or downsides that may come with them#everything is so idealized in his head. and the moment he faces reality with its complications the concept immediately gets antagonized.#and then he reconsiders and changes the conditions but fails each time never realizing the problem is his mindset and not everything else#black white at its finest yall#and man. RELATABLE.#also WHY is he standing LIKE A STATUE when appearing in front of bart????😭😭😭😭#poor museum rat has no idea what heroes in real life stand like#eobard thawne#professor zoom#reverse flash#the reverse flash#bart allen#the flash#dc
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a-bowl-of-grapes · 22 days ago
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NOOOO
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Arnold j rimmer did not die for this 💔
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vpyre · 11 months ago
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Rite Here Rite Now spoiler-y lament/vent thing
It’s finally set in that I am never going to see Copia live. Never. I’m never going to get to see him open with Kaisarion and they’re probably going to take off a lot of the Impera songs. I was so close to getting to see him but there was a fucking hurricane so that killed that plan for me. I dropped $600 on pit tickets for my boyfriend and I (when I absolutely could not afford that) and it got fucking cancelled. I got my money back, but I missed out on something I’ll never have the chance to experience ever again. I am actually nauseous over this. I’m fucking crying as I type. I wanna see Papa. I wanna see him so bad
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henley-reeves · 1 year ago
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What I love about watching Catherine Tate's convention panels is that she is making it into her own show, she is doing stand-up comedy with audience interaction and participation possibility for everyone who wants to. She basically does what she loves most - comedy entertainment. And she does it so brilliantly! She doesn't even need a moderator, she can work with audience so effortlessly! Like people can tell her jokes, come up to the stage and do bits with her, and everyone gets to ask a question or take a photo with her if they wish, and she is so sweet and kind to everyone and everybody gets a hug. Her panels are worth every penny people pay for it because they get to have a blast and they get a full Catherine Tate experience and the best time ever!
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comradecowplant · 3 months ago
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so Ivanova is nearly killed off, saved by actually killing off sweet baby space legolas, and now she's left anyway? AND my boy lennier is going off to "find himself" too? mkay.
#babylon 5#i mean his archetype isn't quite legolas but i jokingly called marcus rite aid orlando bloom the 1st time he showed up & the likeness stuck#smh his life's biggest dream was to tenderly eat susan out and he died before he could ever lose his v card. shoulda been londo#im a few episodes in to s5 & idc about his 'almost died & now i feel bad for doing genocide' revelation#conveniently g'kar had his whole no revenge awakening blah blah a while ago but i think he should still have a lil killing londo as a treat#lenniers leaving honestly has me the most mad bc theyve made him this sad unrequited lovesick puppy vs his love for delenn just being a#casual fact that he's overcome bc his actual work with & overall care for delenn mattered more. it was great 'men & women who have attracti#attraction towards another can very much be platonic friends' representation. but nooooo gotta make him cucked or whatever 🙄#a lot i dont feel good about this season. like i didnt care for the s4 finale that tells us the plot of what will happen. like oh i guess#the telepaths are bad waow waow i wonder what will happen oh wait we know exactly & not in an intentional non-linear storytelling device#kind of way#:/ i do not feel motivated to be invested in these new characters/events thus far bc we know it goes bad#the previous narration about the incoming shadow war was a good use of that framing device. this season so far feels more telling vs showin#feels like a weird rushed infodump by a cancelled show yet from what ive heard b5 was planned 5 seasons. strange choices!#anyway ive taken a b5 break for this reason but its the last season so i gotta get to the end even if its disappointing#hopefully susan and lennier show up together as a cool crime-fighting ranger duo kickin' space pirate butt or something before then 🤞#dani talks about tv#oh last thing i dislike about this season: my nemesis garibaldi being promoted to my nemesis of a scifi trope: space cia agent 😒#and his whole 'diplomacy is naive we need to prepare to violate rights' schpiel and his viewpoint being 'validated' by the narrative...#i will never call star trek lib again i will never call star trek lib again i will never call star trek lib again i will nev
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jackalopedaily · 4 months ago
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Jackalope Daily Day 354
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pardonmydelays · 2 years ago
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nina rosario is the most relatable character ever bye
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haharuspex · 1 year ago
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sigh got so disappointed with hades 2's designs (especially chaos :)) i completely lost any desire to buy/play it even though i was crrraving a literal day ago
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goldeneyedgirl · 6 months ago
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@sonyawix Alas, my exile was self-imposed until I wrote something. Even Whumptober didn't produce anything worthy of seeing (gave me some future ficlet ideas that will be fun though). I do not deserve tumblr-time when I apparently decided to just not write at all during 2024.
So I skipped ahead and started on this year's Ficmas offerings instead (now is the time to make your demands), and I always make sure I have some new Anathema for you! We have a little scene from Ch 3ish, for the second 'official' meeting of the Cullens.
Adding Demon Jasper and Feral Jasper/Mary-Alice to the upcoming list. Honestly, I was not expecting Demon Jasper to make a blip on anyone's radar, I am delighted people enjoyed that verse. And I love that My Nonsense (anything involving Mary-Alice) sparks joy for anyone.
So I offer up this part of Anathema, and hope it sparks joy. One thing I am loving about Anathema is that the first half pretty much outlined itself. We love fics that have direction and aspiration.
I always love hearing from you, Sonya, thank you for the message <3
Notes: This was an experimental scene to fix the pacing of the first meeting vs the Cullens getting involved with the Brandons. I wanted to establish that Edward and Alice will have a rapport in this fic, and to set more of the scene of how the Cullens do end up in cahoots with the rest of the Council. And to lay a lot of groundwork for Alice getting to know the Cullens as individuals.
There's a fairly robust few scenes between the first meeting and this that I'm not happy with yet. Even these parts are extremely rough. I've also been doing a lot of research into supernatural creatures and cryptids around North America to try and work on world-building a little more (some of this is a throwback to the OG draft of Afterglow which was fun). So any details that don't entirely match up have been noted and will be fixed when this gets posted on AO3.
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The second time we officially run into the Cullens is more than three weeks later. And it goes about as well as anything else in my life does as the unluckiest person to ever live.
This is one excursion that I am allowed out of the house for - other than taking Dulcie's purse to her at the salon, and riding my bike to pick up Chinese food for dinner, I have been house-bound. It's almost as if Freddie - and Sue, for that matter - are certain that if I am not under full supervision, I'll run away to the Cullen house to join them all in whatever debauchery vampires get up to all day.
Which, from Dulcie's gossip, seems to be mostly work at the hospital for Dr Cullen, and going to high school for the 'kids'. Very scandalous. But despite me pointing out that I didn't know (precisely, yet) where the Cullen house is and that sneaking around both Forks Hospital and the high school were only going to draw the attention of gossips and probably Charlie Swan in an official capacity, Freddie kept both eyes on me.
I was going a little stir-crazy - not only had I been on house arrest, we'd only had one 'client', and he'd just been placed in cold storage whilst private preparations were made. So when Charlie summoned us all to the backwoods for a meeting, I wasn't complaining. Even tramping through the mud of the woods to have a secret clandestine meeting was better than cleaning or sitting around the apartment.
But no one was expecting Charlie Swan to be standing in our clearing with three figures. Three figures that nearly had me running back to the car. Lamia. Freddie's hand clamped down on my shoulder firmly; not to be cruel, but to protect me - showing any kind of aversion to a lot of the creatures that passed through was dangerous. It provoked some of them to strike. And lamia loved young girls.
"These three were passing through," Charlie Swan said uncomfortably. "Left a mess in Port Angeles."
"Very gracious of Mister Swan to introduce us." The tallest was over six feet, with waist-length dark hair. But like all old Lamia - and there were more than you'd think, honestly - she was unnaturally thin, her skin bleached, like she'd been forgotten in the sun for too long. Her hair looked sharp and brittle, like fine wire. And as she spoke, a serpentine hiss caught on the tails of her words. The only spark of colour was the dried-blood colour of her eyes and sockets - even her lips and tongue were stained black. Her fingernails were unnaturally long and looked more like bone than anything resembling keratin.
"What kind of mess?" Harry Clearwater said flatly. He wasn't subtle; he'd brought a shotgun.
The two younger Lamia looked down, as if regretful.
"We fed." The words are simple but every adult around me visibly recoils. I'm kind of numb to it - maybe it would be more horrific if I was older.
But the way that the Lamia speaks - almost smugly, as if to intentionally upset everyone here - annoys me beyond explanation. Odds are that anyone they fed on was young enough to have a mom and dad waiting at home for them, worried. That they wouldn't even get simple news that they were gone - they'd have to wait weeks for DNA testing to confirm who this bony old bitch had torn into.
"You need to go." Everyone swings around to look at me, and I'm kind of surprised I spoke as well. My words sound polite but firm, and there's a distinct undercurrent there I barely recognize in myself. I don't think I've ever spoken that way to anyone in my life.
"Excuse me, child?" Her eyes narrow.
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I can see it happening as if it's in slow-motion; Harry lifting the shotgun, one of the younger Lamia reaching out for him with a look that meant someone was going to die; Charlie Swan had his service weapon out and I just… stepped forward and shoved the monster backwards.
It was gross, honestly. Between their age and their powers, their clothing is essentially a second flesh-covered skin that crackles under my hands. Their actual skin is so thin that I could feel, for that split second, all their organs churning. The smell of blood was overpowering, and I just wanted her to break into a million pieces.
Except...
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"That was the most disgusting thing I have ever lived through," I half-shrieked as I made my way back to the meeting place. Sue followed with the flashlight, offering platitudes. "Why do these creatures always decide to be disgusting around me? I'm not going to be able to salvage any of those clothes."
"She could have killed you, Alice. You should have left her alone." Sue's words aren't convincing; the look on her face when I had stepped forward meant she saw imminent death was coming for both Harry and Charlie before I intervened.
"Well, she succeeded in murdering that pair of jeans," I said crankily, turning into the clearing. "…Oh."
The Cullens had shown up, and none of them looked happy.
And of course, I was now wearing a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms with bleach stains and an oversized Newtons Outfitters hoodie, with my hair scraped off my face from my impromptu water-bottle hair wash. I looked like I'd just rolled out of bed, and the Cullens looked like they'd stepped out of the pages of Vogue.
Jasper lingered just behind the bigger one - Emmett, I think I'd heard someone call him. He nodded at me when I met his gaze, and it was almost like he … relaxed somehow.
I was mostly embarrassed that I looked like this in front of him. He was wearing the softest looking black sweater I had ever seen, and immaculate jeans. My jeans were soaking in a bait bucket full of salt and vinegar, and would still be thrown in the garbage.
Just once, I wanted to look less like a grubby schoolgirl in front of him. Them. Not being swallowed up by thrift store winter coats or rejected clothing stashed in the car for incidents like this.
This absolutely wouldn't be an issue if I went to school. I'd be able to wear all the cute outfits I'd been planning in front of him - them - and look vaguely normal.
"We heard there was a meeting," Dr Cullen began. "We weren't notified."
"You weren't invited," Billy Black shot back firmly. "Your role is to keep us informed if others of your kind are in the area. The rest of our business doesn't involve you."
Freddie looked warily between the Council and the Cullens. "We gather as necessity dictates, and which parties are required," he said neutrally. "This was not a meeting that required your presence."
"Can we know what the meeting was about?" The red-headed boy stepped forward with the kind of confidence that belied his apparent age. "It would be helpful if we knew what was in the area."
Silence.
"We keep the area safe for the residents. We get a lot of things passing through," Charlie Swan said finally.
"But it would be immensely helpful if we knew exactly what we were dealing with - especially if injuries present at the hospital," Dr Cullen said earnestly.
I made a face - I remembered the absolute panic at Forks Hospital when the Nezhit had blown through a few years back. Having someone in the know dealing with the hospitalisations wouldn't be the worst idea…
…Who was I kidding, I was willing to make any argument if it meant I might be able to have a conversation with Jasper where I wasn't wearing glorified pyjamas, probably reeking of vomit. I definitely needed to stash more toiletries in the back of the car from now on.
I slunk towards a nearby boulder to take a seat, Freddie looking over to make sure I didn't stray too far. I knew there would be a lecture about my actions with the Lamia when I got home - even if I was preventing at least two gruesome murders, the rule was that I observed silently.
"Injuries are typically very low," Sue Clearwater said in a no-nonsense tone. "We manage fine."
"But didn't you just say that she was nearly harmed?" Mrs Cullen gestured at me. "Sweetheart, what happened?"
I scowled. "Lamia," I said, and Emmett Cullen let out a chuckle at the sound of loathing in my voice. "Did you know that the young ones don't so much as spit venom, but kind of projectile vomit when startled? And their venom is more along the lines of 'caustic rotting human tissue smoothie'? It was chunky."
"That is disgusting," the blonde girl said sharply.
"It was. And I was covered in it," I said, jumping when I heard a rumble coming from my left. Jasper; he looked pissed. Was he growling again?
"Why were you anywhere near them?" he asked, in that rough voice that sounded like it wasn't used very often, his eyes piercing through me.
"Easy, Jas," Emmett turned to look at his brother.
"She was going for Harry's throat," I said. "I just gave her a shove."
"You shoved a Lamia?" Dr Cullen looked at me with bewilderment.
"I'm not allowed to carry a weapon," I replied. Both Dr and Mrs Cullen looked taken aback.
"We need to be present at these meetings," Jasper said abruptly. "For protection."
"Protection?" Harry Clearwater sneered. "From you?"
"We'd be happy to help," Mrs Cullen tried again, and the blonde girl scoffed.
"We're faster and stronger than most other creatures," the redhead said - Edward? That might have been his name.
"I mean…" Charlie Swan looked at my uncle. "Not many things we come across will try and negotiate with a local coven. It could encourage a lot of them to move on sooner."
"We don't need a voice in these meetings unless they directly involve us," Dr Cullen continued. I was watching the negotiations without drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was moving closer to me, leaning against the other end of the rock I was perched on - and honestly, trying not to giggle at how unsubtle he was being. "We simply want to make sure that none of you come to harm doing your duties."
"I really don't think this is necessary." Sue looked angry and was talking in that short, clipped way she did before she was about to blow - I remembered what happened when Seth and his friends tried to make s'mores with a cut gasline when Seth was, like, eight.
"A Lamia could have killed any of you before anyone could react. You could have been scraping Alice's remains off the rock," Edward shot back.
"Where did they go, anyway?" I asked, forgetting my plan to avoid drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was only three feet away from me - and that was a generous estimate.
"Alice, come over here," Freddie insisted, and I pretended not to hear him.
"They didn't stick around," Charlie Swan said shortly. My gaze fell to the shotgun in Harry's hands.
"We were downwind," Emmett winked at me.
"They won't return - they're heading up to Canada," Edward added before his gaze fell towards Jasper. "No."
"They attacked her," Jasper said, looking at his brother with a flat gaze. "They moved to attack the whole group."
"And they killed some kids in Port Angeles," I volunteered. "Probably teenage girls."
"Someone is going to have to check the bodies to make sure we don't have a fresh Lamia on the rise," Freddie said tiredly. "Charlie, if you put in the request for I.Ding for me tonight, I can drive up tomorrow."
"They're murdering children?" the blonde stepped to the front, her gaze hard.
"There are two parallel species of Lamia," Freddie said, trying to catch my attention. Jasper hadn't attempted to move any closer but was surreptitiously watching me. I wasn't budging; this was the closest I had been to Jasper Cullen since he arrived and I was curious about so many things - and enjoying the fact that he seemed to be just as curious of me. "You can tell the difference based on the presence of scaling surrounding the cheekbones and feet. One hunts men, the other prefers young people, usually girls."
"Three girls, around fourteen," Charlie Swan confirmed grimly. "I.Ding them will be difficult, so we shouldn't have any issue getting that approved, Fred."
"Rose," Edward said warningly and she sneered at him, tucking herself next to Emmett.
I looked over at Jasper then, to find him watching me carefully.
"They didn't hurt you?" he asked softly. I shook my head.
"We'll protect you." He looks away when he says that, back at the group.
It's not an offer now; it's a firm insistence - the kind of tone that doesn't accept arguments or compromise. Who was he before he joined the Cullens? He didn't look that much older than me, really; like… all the Cullens, really, he physically looked young but there was age and time in the way they carried themselves, the way they spoke, the look in their eyes. Every single one of them looked a little bit haunted, honestly.
Edward looked exasperated but was watching me carefully. He was strange in a genuinely interesting way.
Jasper looked back over at me as Dr Cullen tried to soften the new requirement for their continued presence at any public meetings with Sue and Charlie.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over at my uncle, who didn't look happy.
"Come on, Alice," Freddie said, and he sounded more tired than annoyed. "It's time to go. We'll discuss this with the Cullens later."
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flowerslut · 11 months ago
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17, 18 and 25 for the ask game, please!
already did 17, but:
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.
ok so just to preface, because if any of the questions requires a preface from me, it's this one: I am not the type of writer that writes around scenes, exchanges, dialogue, etc, which means: I've never been able to take the "oh, just write the scene that you have in your mind and build around it after that" advice because that is not and never has been the way my mind constructs and creates stories. if I were to only write the scenes I want to write and then write those first? I would never finish any story. ever. I just wouldn't do it. full stop. it's like a "why bother eating any of my veggies if I was given my dessert alongside the entree? if that happens, I'm only going to eat the dessert?" mindset. I literally parent myself through the writing process: if I don't eat the veggies, I don't get to enjoy the dessert. if I don't come up with the scenes that lead into the cool/fun/exciting/impactful ones, then I don't get to write it. and the reward for writing the fun parts is 100% of the time worth having to slog through any buildup I might find less-exciting to write.
so, whenever there's a reoccurring theme/motif or a callback to a previous line of dialogue, it is, 99% of the time, being done subconsciously. meaning I do not intentionally insert scenes with the knowledge that I'll call back to them or that they'll hold more meaning later on, even when they do. I'm not saying that it's a good or a bad thing, I'm just saying that it's a thing that I do. I don't plan these moments, I stumble into them, and I roll with it, and the fact that it works out like this means that some part of my brain must be working overtime because if you were to look at my process you'd be like:
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but I think a best example of this is in north star, where you get this scene in the middle:
“When you’ve killed this man and rescued this girl, what are you going to do with her?” “I’m not going to do anything with her, I—” “You what? Will take over as her keeper? So she can trade one jailer for another?” Jasper opens his mouth to deny it but Rosalie’s words are quick. “Quiet. Edward has already explained the situation to me. The girl is in trouble and needs to be helped. I understand that. But don’t you dare assume you have some claim on her just because you do one good thing in your life.” She’s gotten dangerously close to him as she talks, and when she lifts her finger to point it at him, Jasper has to take a step back.
which gets revisited in this, story-defining scene:
“Don’t you dare assume you have some claim on her just because you do one good thing in your life.”  The first good thing Jasper has done is this: he kills her captors, and puts a stop to the abuse that has plagued her for all of her years. The second good thing Jasper does in his life is this:
this is a good example of something that looks like it was planned out to be a theme for the story (essentially: redemption through self-denial) but to answer any of these "how did you come up with it" questions is to give the answer: I don't know, I just do. which is SO funny because that is absolutely the last thing you want to hear from a writer when you're trying to dissect their process, and it is entirely unhelpful, but 99% of all of this shit (gestures vaguely upward) happens on a completely subconscious level where the only reason I'm even able to think back to previous scenes/dialogue and create that measure of consistency is because when I write any fic I'm so goddamn caught up in that story that it is all I'm thinking about at any given moment. which means that, while I write, somewhere in my noggin every single word i've written in that fic is just floating around, waiting for my Writing Brain to pluck the good ones out to form a Theme at the most opportune times. scenes and themes and dialogue rarely shift or have much of a life-cycle when I write, so there's rarely any progression like "this started off as this and ended as this!" just call me bella swan the way i'm giving birth to unsettlingly fully-sentient abominations with no real thought put into it.
(another fun north star fact: I also never intended for the last scene to be the first vision jasper had. it just ended up happening. it wasn't something I ever built up to, and that vision wasn't something sitting up on a board with a pin in it for me to use at a later time. again, my brain just Did It.)
25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
in a deleted scene from roots there was going to be a part where maria says to jasper “I’m not listening to the opinion of someone whose dick has been inside three people in my eye line" and while the conversation instantly moves away from the comment emmett is in the background of the rest of the scene just like “???????” because no one else seems to flinch at the (admittedly inappropriate) delivery of information, (because they’re being polite and like, now is definitely NOT the time) and when he realizes maria means peter he’s like “what else do I not KNOW?” but I realized there was no room to make an emmett slut-shaming jasper joke during the two chapters where I considered slipping this in there (title of jasper’s sex tape) so I just cut it from the fic. but jasper and peter have absolutely fucked. sure the family knows jasper’s body count is high, but they’ve never thought to ask what “body count” means specifically 💀
weird questions for writers!
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