#hi I'm Bella!

[helenofblackthorns]

it haunts me so much that while everyone knew Livvy wanted to be Parabatai with Ty, nobody but Kit is aware that Ty said yes

[daddy-joel-miller]

Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller

[littlespidermonkey]

I think in the universe where the Cullens aren't in Forks, Bella Swan takes a while to come out of her shell, but when she does, she's witty and passionate and smart as a whip, even if she's still quiet and reserved. She sits with Jessica Stanley, who demands the best of everyone, and tells her friends about her boyfriend down on the rez, who is sweet and caring and funny and good with his hands, who works for everything he's ever had.

After class, during a sleepover, Bella whispers to tell Angie and Jess about the night after prom, even though her father, loving and careless, worries about her only a normal amount and loves Jacob Black like his own. When she gets into Dartmouth--all by herself, through study sessions in garages and with Jessica and in Angela's house--she chooses to go to Stanford instead. She misses the heat and light on her skin, even after falling in love with the rain. Jessica comes with her; Angela and Eric go to U of Washington in Seattle instead, for education and journalism respectively.

Bella makes sure to call every week and then one day she drives down to Seattle and her boyfriend, warm like the sun she loves and at least twice as reliable, becomes her fiancé. The ring isn't especially big or ornate or pricey, but the way she smiles could trick anyone into thinking that it was. All of her friends, new and old, are waiting at the small party afterwards, and Bella laughs the entire time. The engagement cake--chocolate, her favourite--is sweet and moist against her tongue.

She moves back to Forks once she gets her masters in information sciences and becomes the town's librarian. She gets married a month before the move, barefoot in the surf and her old prom dress, both her parents weeping with joy and Billy Black beaming damn near as bright as his son, Sue Clearwater holding his hand.

She raises her kids --both beautiful children, blessed with Jake's thick, long hair--with Angela and Eric's and takes them down to Los Angeles to visit their auntie Jess and her husband Quil, who lavishes them with gifts from her career as a top surgeon. She jokes about having to support Quil's career as an environmental lawyer and displays each and every one of his wins alongside her diplomas. When William Black II decides he wants to be a doctor too, she writes him a shining letter of recommendation to her alma mater. Sarah, who has always been the spitting image of her father, joins and eventually takes over Jacob's mechanic shop.

On occasion, Bella fights with Jacob, even though he's the love of her life. Despite this, she is never afraid of him, and he never stops her from doing what she wants. Instead, he goes out and works on his cars and comes back in an hour later with slightly greasy hands and a bouquet of flowers from Emily Young's little garden, planted to celebrate her cousin Leah Uley's wedding. Bella makes him muffins, recipe courtesy of Sue and missing bites courtesy of Seth, Colin, Sarah, Will, and Claire, with raspberries, not blueberries, just how Jake likes them. They make up, and they make changes, and they go on.

Eventually, both slower and quicker than she realizes, Bella gets old. She lives in fear of losing herself, of losing her husband and her children, like her grandmother had. But she remembers her grandkids to the very end, even gets to meet her first great-grandchild a week before it happens. Her heart gives out before her brain does, too weak and too slow.

It was too full of love, the letter from Jacob says. Sarah reads it. Her father passed a day after his wife--simply too heartbroken to live without her. Much of the town of Forks and hordes of family attend their funeral, remembering a life well lived.

It is an unremarkable life, in the grand scheme of things. She does not live to be a thousand; she is no great beast, with speed like the wind and strength; she does not discover her powers or lead a great defiance. Bella Black, happy and human and surrounded by love, could never imagine wanting anything else.

[faytelumos]

I think, at the birthday party, part of Jasper knew what he was doing, and he fought against it.

The primary emotion in that room was horror. If Jasper wanted to eat Bella with everything he had, he would have blown up with thirst, or he would have flushed the room with submission. If Jasper truly and deeply wanted with every fiber of his being to kill Bella, he could have overpowered everyone just long enough to get his teeth into her, at least. He could have turned the whole room to look at her with the same thirst, he could have made everyone haze out or go profoundly apathetic, he could have done so many things to the emotions in the room to get to his goal unhindered.

But I think he was horrified at what he was doing. I think he was internally wailing for someone to stop him. Everyone else was shocked still, but Edward (either because he heard Jasper begging for help or just because Bella is his mate) was more than able to jump into action. Because Edward's accustomed to being horrified in Bella's presence, as much as it sucks to say that, and his instinct to that has long been to take stock of every single threat pointed at her in the room and do something about it (especially when that threat is a vampire).

Jasper was disgusted with himself as soon as he got the air to clear his head. Esme was in tears as she left the room, ashamed that she couldn't stand the smell of Bella's blood. When the second round of that little fight had reared its head, everyone emptied out very quickly because they were already feeling flighty and sick and upset.

I think Jasper had more control in that situation than he got credit for. But it just wasn't enough to stop the frenzy.

[flores-desyatov]

Bella and Vanya looking gorgeous with Vanya's brother and friends • from V's instagram

[solisnocte]

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[jingledbells]

the final scene in good omens season 2 is so fiddauthor coded. aziraphale wanting to chase after this oppurtunity but crowleys skeptical. he knows that its not going to work out for him and he knows that its stupid and he tries to tell him its not worth it but aziraphale doesn't understand. and he just wants to be by his side. and he's so in love with him and he tries to tell him but it doesn't end well and it ends with them parting. does this sound familiar.

[wildfairies]

finished @night-market-if and updated my mc myrtle with some night market fashion 💞

this almost never happens to me but i cannot for the life of me decide who to romance in this game!!!!!! the options are too good.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i very honestly and wholeheartedly love the fanon interpretation of emmett and bella as 'the chaos twins' and i will always need more of them™

[jessicanjpa]

I forget which episode, but @threebooksoneplot once said it would be so amazing if we could take the best Life and Death lines but give them to the regular Twilight characters.

...I wonder if anyone has done it, or is thinking about doing it? Take the very best lines from Life and Death and sneak them into the original text in a new doc? Just think how very cool it would be to be reading Twilight and come across these gems:

(Carlisle's backstory)

"The vampire told his father that he was a fool and he would pay for the damage he had caused. The preacher threw himself in front of his son to protect him...

"I often wonder about that moment. If he hadn't revealed what he loved most, would all our stories have changed?"

Edward was thoughtful for a few seconds. And then he continued. "The vampire smiled. He told the preacher, 'Go to your hell knowing this—that what you love will become all that you hate.'

"He made sure that the preacher knew what would happen to Carlisle, and then he killed the preacher very slowly while Carlisle watched, writhing in pain and horror."

(in Edward's room for the first time)

"Um... Edward?"

I didn't see his attack—it was much too fast. I couldn't even understand what was happening. For half a second I was airborne and the room rolled around me, upside down and then right side up again. I didn't feel the landing, but suddenly I was on my back on the black couch and Edward was on top of me, his knees tight against my hips, his hands planted on either side of my head so that I couldn't move, and his bared teeth just inches from my face. He made another soft sound that was halfway between a growl and a purr.

"Wow," I breathed.

"You were saying?" he asked.

"Um, that you are a very, very terrifying monster?"

He grinned. "Much better."

"And that I am so completely in love with you."

His face went soft, his eyes wide, all the walls down again.

"Bella," he whispered.

(hotel in Phoenix, Alice talking)

"Jasper was the first thing I saw. I didn't meet him in person until much later."

Something about her tone made me wonder. "How long?"

"Twenty-eight years."

"Twenty-eight...? You had to wait Twenty-eight years? But couldn't you...?"

She nodded. "I could have found him earlier. I knew where he was. But he wasn't ready for me yet. If I'd come too early, he would have killed me."

I gasped and stared at Jasper. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I looked back at Alice. She laughed.

(ballet studio)

"Wait, wait," Edward said, his head snapping up. "She deserves a choice."

His lips were at my ear. I clamped my teeth against the moaning, straining to listen.

"Bella? I won't make this decision for you. I won't take this away from you. And I'll understand, I promise, Bella. If you don't want to live like this, I won't fight you. I'll respect what you want. I know it's a horrible choice. I would give you any other option if I could. I would die if I could give your life back to you." His voice broke. "But I can't make that trade. I can't do anything—except stop the pain. If that's what you want. You don't have to be this. I can let you go—if that's what you need." It sounded like he was sobbing again. "Tell me what you want, Bella. Anything."

"You," I spit through my teeth. "Just you."

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

I groaned. The fire was reaching its fingers into my chest. "Yes," I coughed out. "Just—let me stay—with you."

[helenofblackthorns]

reading tftsa is always an emotional experience especially when you get the short stories focused around the Blackthorns because the absence of Mark just bleeds out. like when you read about Julian being Helen's suggenes and Simon being the witness to Julian's parabatai ceremony you are just burdened with the knowledge that that's not who they would have picked if the circumstances were different. in a different life it was Mark.

[this-love-is-delicate]

Just finished Breaking Dawn Part 2 Twilight Is literally peak fiction

[thedawningofthehour]

Finally back to working on the fic again and I just want you all to know that the entire time period the next two chapters encompass, Bella is face-down on her mattress hungover af and completely passed out the entire time.

[pushing500]

Not sure why the game felt the need to notify me that Vasso and Socks were going skygazing together, but the heads-up was appreciated I suppose. I'm glad they're getting along after their rocky start.

Speaking of getting along, Bella appears to have adopted Dire Wolf as her baby sister and spends a lot of time playing with her. It's very sweet.

While it was originally Blackdragon doing most of the work with our vehicles, lately it has been Laursen rushing to take the mantle of colony mechanic whenever car stuff needs to be done. I think he's just showing off to his husband, but his enthusiasm is endearing no matter what ulterior motives there might be.

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[faytelumos]

Y'all.

The climax and resolution of Twilight is SO! MUCH! B E T T E R ! IN THE BOOK!

For one, Bella's smart as hell. Damn. I was thinking the whole time I was reading the book, "Does Bella actually lack a personality in the book, or am I just struggling to see it because this is 1st person?" and then she made the plans for how to evade James and protect Charlie and I just

I agree with Emmett. "She's diabolical."

And then! THE THING?! WITH ALICE?!?!

*SCREAMING* HOW DID I FORGET THAT?!

James in the movie was annoying as hell, but the James in the book is… like, he's not scary precisely. He's slick, that's what it is. He's tricky. I HATED the scene in the dance hall in the movie, but it was actually really good in the book.

And I kind of hate the way they altered Edward drinking from her in the movie. You kidding me? You're gonna take that victory away from him? That was SUCH a big deal! She's his bloodsong and he was able to maintain himself even after everything! And they TOOK that from us!

WOOF!

Still not finished. But yeah. The book was WAY better than the movie.

[allsassnoclass]

HELL YEAH!!! can i get uhhhh #9, an I'm so proud of you kiss? pairing, fandom, etc is all up to you :) ill read it even if im not in the fandom go fkn crazy ily xoxo

hi @clumsyclifford!!! alrighty let's throw some fake college sports players in here.

jerejean: I'm so proud of you kiss

Jeremy goes to find Jean after a few minutes, weaving through the crowd of his teammates and the Foxes until he reaches the edge of their party's sphere, out in the sand where the light from the bonfire has no hope of reaching. He stumbles over Neil and Andrew, drawn hypnotically to the bright cherry of the cigarette they're sharing, but neither of them question where he's going or make any attempt at conversation. Neil simply tilts his head to the left with a knowing look, and Jeremy nods in thanks once he spots the shadowy figure sitting yards away in the darkness, looking out at the waves.

Jean doesn't look up as Jeremy approaches, chin resting on his knees as he looks distantly out at the ocean, where the horizon line blends too deep in the darkness to discern what is sea and what is sky anymore. Jeremy flops gracelessly down next to him, kicking up sand and checking to be sure Jean isn't shying away. He relaxes when he doesn't. Jean still doesn't do well with isolation, but he's an introvert at heart and needs his space. After the events of today, Jeremy isn't surprised that he retreated down the beach to be alone, but he also knows that it's the kind of alone that Jeremy is welcome to interrupt.

It makes his chest fill with warmth, being one of the people that Jean doesn't need energy to be around. It's a privilege that he doesn't take lightly, especially when so few people in Jean's life have been safe. For him to have found a group of people to love and be loved by in return is no small feat, and it's something that they've gradually cultivated together in the past year.

For a moment, Jeremy thinks about the first time he saw Jean in person outside of a court, watching the shell of a man cautiously approach him at LAX with only a few t-shirts, a tattoo, and years of abuse to his name. He would never have predicted that they'd be here now, only a few weeks shy of a year later. Jean has grown in ways too numerous to list, but Jeremy has changed, too. It's a mutual metamorphosis, made more important for the way that they've grown in harmony with each other, filling in each other's gaps while leaving room for the other person to stretch and flourish.

Of course, one other difference is that they're NCAA champions now. It isn't a new title for Jean, but Jeremy suspects that this one feels sweeter, more earned.

This is a win that Jean should feel proud of, one untainted by the shadow of black wings and bruises. A championship that has nothing to do with the number that used to be tattooed on his face and everything to do with the person he has decided to become.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jeremy tilts his head towards the quiet, lilting sound of Jean's words. His accent has lessened slightly over the year, either due to less necessity to use his French without Kevin around or being surrounded by people who never stop talking in loud California drawls, but it still colors his words like a swash of blue in a sunrise.

Jean never wants to return to France, but sometimes Jeremy wonders if he would enjoy visiting Canada or Haiti, somewhere that he could use a version of his native language without ghosts following him.

"Jeremy?"

Jeremy blinks, bringing himself back to the present rather than some unnamed future with the two of them wandering around Montreal.

"I was thinking about our win," he says when he can remember what Jean's original question was. Jean huffs, but the sound is fond. Jeremy can't see much in the darkness, but he can picture Jean's expression perfectly. He's not smiling, but he's softer, relaxed and open enough that Jeremy can read his intention.

"How does it feel to be a champion?" Jean asks.

"Amazing," Jeremy sighs, tipping his head back and remembering every hour of practice and hard-fought game that brought them here. Despite the backlash from his decision to cut down the line last year and all of the negative press surrounding Jean's transfer, they made it all the way to the championships and came out on top. It was a battle in more ways than one, but it was absolutely worth it for the look on Kevin Day's face when Cat stole the ball from him using a technique that Jean taught her, then slammed the ball down the court for Jeremy to catch and score.

The team as a whole has grown exponentially. Jeremy has never pushed himself harder, and it wasn't all sunshine and smiles on the court this year. Still, they held it together, and as turbulent throwing a former Raven into their midst was, Jeremy has never regretted the decision to bring Jean to them.

"It's sweeter because I could do it with you," Jeremy says.

He glances at Jean out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't duck his head bashfully, and he doesn't freeze awkwardly the way he used to when Jeremy would drop a sappy but sincere compliment months ago. He simply lets the sentiment wash over him, keeping his focus on Jeremy.

"I'm glad you are happy," he says. Jeremy reaches for his hand, fingertips dragging along his forearm and wrist until Jean turns to thread their fingers together.

"What about you?" Jeremy asks. "How does it feel to be a champion this time?"

Jean takes time to consider his answer. Jeremy listens to the distant sounds of their teammates and friends over by the fire and the gentle sounds of waves hitting the shore while he waits. A breeze gently shifts his hair, light and crisp enough that he nearly shivers.

"I didn't think it would mean this much to me," Jean says quietly. Jeremy squeezes his hand once, then relaxes, giving Jean the space he needs. "I knew that winning with the Trojans would feel different, but the Ravens won because we were expected to. You and I won because we deserved to this time. Because we fought harder and wanted it more."

"And you did it all without a red card, even though Neil was being annoying," Jeremy says.

"It felt good to beat him," Jean grins. "That was very satisfying."

No one felt like it would be a good idea to make Jean block Kevin, not with everything he's told them about scrimmages in the Nest. While he played with Neil at Evermore as well, it was never while Neil was playing striker, and Neil only features in a fraction of the traumatic memories that Jean has recounted. Jean has been doing great in his sessions with Betsy and has grown a lot in his recovery over the past year, but no one wanted to risk prompting a flashback during the championship game, when the eyes of the entire public and Ichirou Moriyama would be on him.

Jean seemed to enjoy playing against Neil, anyway. Jeremy still doesn't understand their relationship and probably never will, but it was one of Jean's best games. Neil ran him ragged, but both of them seemed satisfied with their individual performances, and Jeremy overheard Jean tell him to have a winning day while stealing the ball at one point.

It's taken a long time for Jean to be able to have fun on the court. Healing is slow and non-linear, Jeremy knows that better than most. The progress that is visible, though, is much more gratifying because of it.

Jeremy looks at Jean, tracing his outline in the blue shadows. He takes in the relaxed slope of his shoulders, the enticing tilt of his head, the self-satisfied smile that Jeremy can barely see gracing his lips in this light. He looks like he belongs on this beach, relishing in his win with dozens of people who love him only a few yards away, holding hands with someone who adores him.

It's amazing, what a difference one year can make. Jeremy's chest feels warm and full, ready to burst.

"Hey," he says, squeezing Jean's hand. Jean turns towards him with a questioning noise. Jeremy tugs on his t-shirt, coaxing him forward until he can lean up to press their lips together. Jean responds once he catches on to Jeremy's intention, relaxing against him and sliding his free hand around Jeremy's waist. Jeremy presses forward, trying to transfer as much of the feeling in his chest to Jean as he can. He curls his hand around Jean's shoulder, partially to draw him closer and partially for his own stability. Jean sighs against him, and Jeremy can't help but smile into the kiss.

When they part a few moments later, Jeremy watches the way that Jean's eyes take a moment to flutter open.

"What was that for?" Jean asks. Jeremy smiles and brushes his thumb against Jean's cheek, right over the small heart tattooed there.

"I'm really proud of you," he smiles. Jean ducks his head, leaning into Jeremy's palm. "You've come a long way."

Jean wraps his hand around Jeremy's, pressing it against his chest.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Jeremy."

Jeremy doesn't think he'll ever get used to the way his name sounds in Jean's mouth, his accent curving around it and voice soft as music.

"Still," Jeremy says. "I'm really proud of you, Jean-Yves."

Jean ducks his head again, but Jeremy can't have that. He reaches for Jean's jaw again. Jean knows him well enough to evade and kiss him instead, the perfect distraction. Jeremy is happy to let him get away with it, because that was his end goal anyway.

They stay on the beach together for a long time. When their friends eventually find them, Jeremy watches the way that Jean lights up as Cat tackles him in a hug and he playfully banters with Kevin, two things that would've been impossible a year ago. Jeremy keeps hold of his hand, both of them on top of the world with no plans on coming down.