#like that is such a jasper way of thinking too

[puzzleglum]

To share at least one post for the 10 year anniversary of The Glass Scientists, here's a theory for the next few pages!

I believe Fake!Jasper is finally gonna show up. Sage confirmed a while ago that we'd see him eventually. And I think his words will carry more teeth than those from the other "fake" constructed-image people in Jekyll and Hyde's head. He's likely still gonna have a face, because the real Jasper hasn't been knocked off the pedestal Jekyll put him on, yet.

What does Fake!Jasper represent? Mainly, the Good Leader, and Jekyll's shame of not living up to that ideal. Jasper knew just what to do to get through to the Lodgers, and convince them all to get back to work on the Exhibition, remember?

Fake!Jasper could be really nasty. He could be the voice in Jekyll's head that's saying: now that you've sacrificed yourself, you are FINALLY a Good Leader. You did it. Don't you dare be selfish and take it back! They don't need you anymore. You're replaceable. The real Jasper can handle things without you.

Remember Jekyll's last words to the Society, before he buried himself in his mind?

Yeah. Oof.

Another source of shame is how Jasper called Jekyll out on his wallowing, over Lanyon AND the Lodgers. Because he was right, Jekyll was wallowing. And in particular, I'd like to point out how Jasper challenged Jekyll's belief that it's simply impossible for queer people to be happy, and find lasting relationships.

Look at these thoughts Jekyll has, waking up the morning after he FINALLY took the risk of telling Lanyon he truly wanted him. Thus getting back together, after so long of suffering, and pining for him in silence.

So another thing Fake!Jasper could represent is Jekyll's shame and frustration over not saying anything to Lanyon, about his true feelings, for 15 years.

The real Jasper isn't perfect at leadership either, or navigating the troubles that often come with being queer. But the "fake" people, that represent constructed images and the shame of not living up to them, aren't about being real. They're voices in Jekyll's head that poke at him for not being "perfect" and "good" and living up to impossible, pure ideals. Perfect boxes, that nobody actually fits into fully. And yet Jekyll wishes he did.

Shame is Jekyll’s prison. He's always comparing himself negatively to his idols, the people he admires. He feels like a fraud, an imposter who tries to emulate them, but always falls short in some way. Not a real aristocrat. Not a real scientist. Not a real leader. Henry Jekyll is basically impostor syndrome personified.

He needs to let them go. To ignore them. Their control over him, the shame of not living up perfectly to ANY of these ideals. Nobody does! Remember when Fake!Lanyon talked about the reason he lost his face?

Where do these impossible ideals even come from, if nobody actually lives up to them? That, too, is a question that likely needs to be answered in the narrative.

As for me, I think it has a lot to do with Jekyll's anxiety, self-hatred, perfectionism, and tendency to negatively compare himself to others. He often thinks others must be better than him in some way. Uncritically listening to these voices is another way Jekyll tends to harm himself.

Note that Jekyll called Hyde a mistake before, and now that's echoed by Fake!Lanyon. These voices say things that Jekyll believes about himself, deep down. That's why dealing with them is important.

It's only right that Hyde should have to face them now, theme, character arc, and narrative wise. These insecurities are some of the reasons Jekyll chose to bury himself away, resigned to his own fate. Hyde needs to argue back against these voices--or at least acknowledge and understand them and what they TRULY are, and so figure out how to properly ignore them--before he's ready to face Jekyll. Hyde will need to gain some insights into their own head (their psyche, why they are the way they are), if he wants to have any hope of convincing Jekyll to come back to the waking world.

However it's gonna go, I'm very excited to see this confrontation between Hyde, and Jekyll's voices of shame and insecurities continue! Thanks for reading, and please share any thoughts in the replies or tags! I love reading people's feedback!!

(Also, if my arguments don't quite cohere, please feel free to blame it on me being sick while I wrote this. Agh! I'm very tired of the fact I got sick again within a two month period. Sigh. Writing needs must, sometimes.)

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Hey would you write Cullens x reader headcannons on Valentine’s Day? It’s okay if not!

Month of Cupid

Warnings: Not proofread. Human!reader. Little bit of Y/n lore. Can be read as gn!r

Authors Note: Hii lovely! I bouldered my way through writers block to get this posted on the 14th. I hope you enjoy, have a very happy Valentine’s Day!

| mother m-list

• Dainty little flowers + Alice + traversing through the woods while gold beams through every nook, igniting her skin into millions of winking stars = Any sane person's dream.

That’s it. That’s the headcanon. There’s genuinely no other way I imagine a date with Alice is — soft and sweet and so so authentic that you honestly can’t believe she just… exists.

• Emmett’s the only one out of the Cullen’s that doesn’t think to ask you. You’re his already, surely you already know you’re each other valentine. Know that he has the best damn date of your life planned, filled with all your favourite things (which really was him and wherever he was) and a healthy dose of his thick arms locking over your shoulders as he forces you back into his chest.

He’s sweet… but a man like Emmett forgets how big he truly is

• Rosalie’s a hard woman to romance — you love a good chase, you’re no better than a man really and maybe it’s the fact that your mother never approved of any of your achievements or that you grew in a cold house with sparse affection but she’s sweet honey to your gaping wound. Soothing you with every drip drip drip of soft she is. So you do the romancing, plan the trip to the local volunteer centre with young children in need of external socialisation and after ask her to show you how the engine of her favourite car works and all its parts. She rolls her eyes but you see the soft twitch of her lips and the fondness in her gaze.

So yes, you put in some hard work but so does she. She’s soft and gentle with you and she whispers how much she appreciates all the effort you put into that day against your lips… after calling you out for staring at her under the car hood with your mouth agape

• Carlisle is all but your older rich husband but with actual benefits too. He’s traditional in most senses, he’s planning the date and paying for anything that it requires. If you travel, he drives. There’s a door, he’s opening it. The difference between him and ‘traditional’ men? He cares. And this February 14th is as good as any other with him, catered to everything you love, sweet and soft with candlelight and roses.

He loves making you happy, he claims, and you believe him but if you show him just how appreciative you are at the end of the night… well, who is he to complain?

• Edward’s somehow cohabiting both ‘unsure lover’ and ‘yeah. I know you. Why’re you surprised?’. Well, don’t know Ed, not like you can read minds. He’s sweet, he’s always sweet in some awkwardly charming sort of way and the way he wines and dines you is no different than that exactly. A nice, odd concoction of everything about him you love. Including his silly little tendency to still do human things. Yeah, he’s actually taken you out to eat and he’s actually staring pretty creepily in your eyes and through to your soul. You find you don’t really mind when you catch why he’s honing in on you, hanging onto your every word

• Jasper “from the south” Hale isn’t wasting a damn second when you suggest going line dancing. He hasn’t danced in a good long while and he’s rusty and he can’t teach you when you ask him too; you thought it was perfect timing. You’re both clumsy on your feet when you start the night off but he gains his footing quick and honestly, you kinda just wanna watch him dance and drool in the corner as though he wasn’t taking you home tonight and was a mere fever dream, lost to the winds. The smirk curling his lips tells you he knows exactly what’s you’re feeling

• Esme, the little sweetheart, asks if you want to bake with her and then binge medically realistic hospital shows. You’re about to propose something a little more inclusive, without food and coughing patients but she looks so hopeful and honestly, you don’t care what you do if it’s with her. So you bake, she enjoys the sweet aroma of fresh baked cookies and you eat your (her, really) masterpiece. The show is paused and unpaused between on topic banter or questions, you cuddled under her arm with her head under your chin and it’s a perfect representation of your relationship all around. Pure and tender

• Poly!Cullens make it all about you. You’re so young and fresh to the world and you need to be shown the importance of love and understanding and unconditional companionship.

They’ve all had their moments over the years, will have their moments again in the years to come but for now they’ll teach you the truth of love without expectance. Whatever you want, you all can find a way to participate somehow, someway.

Though, you jest, should probably keep the hearts under wraps. Wouldn’t wanna set off any vampires!

~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~

P.s. I know valentines is usually considered romantic but I want to remind those without external romance right now that self romance is just as precious. Do something nice for yourself! You’re very loved <3

[flippinpancakes64]

How would the cullens (separately) react to a really flirtatious reader. Like where reader makes flirtatious jokes and comments about them all the time and how they would react to the reader doing that in front of other people?

The Cullens with a flirty! Reader

Am I back in my Twilight phase? Who knows. Only time will tell.

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He can hear them before you speak

And if he could blush, he would

He’s one of the more traditional people, probably the most stuck in his ways out of all of them

All that to say he goes crazy over an ankle showing

Any comments you make about him have him (mentally) blushing and telling you to stop

Now don’t get me wrong, he can dish it out too

But only in private

The moment he hears you formulating a flirty thought in your brain, his hand is covering your mouth

You rarely ever get the jump on him

He might let you speak your mind in private

But you can already forget about saying anything with others around

Alice:

She would beat you to it every single time

She’s the flirty type

Y’all match each other’s freaks

You two have had compliment wars where you guys just go back and forth flirting

She loves it though

Every compliment, every innuendo, makes her fall deeper in love with you

And if you go out of your way to flirt with her in public, she goes feral

She loves being loved and you are more than happy to do that for her

Also you can’t embarrass her

You’re talking about how sexy she looks in that dress in front of a group of classmates?

She doesn’t care

She’ll retort back about how she can’t wait to get you back home later

When they go low I go lower type beat

Jasper:

Bro is a Casanova

Absolute sweet talker

But only in private

The moment you try to flirt with him outside of the confines of your or his rooms, he’s out of his element

Again, if vampires could blush, his face would be bright red

He always gets mildly annoyed when you say insinuating stuff in public

Not actually annoyed but more of like a

“Come on, really? Now? Here?”

The truth is that he loves the attention

Just maybe not outside of the bedroom

Rosalie:

She can def take it and dish it out

If you two are together, she is your ride or die

And she wants everyone to know

She’s not shy about flirting with you in public

And she never says no to you flirting with her

She welcomes it, actually

She loves the idea of fully being someone’s

Of her partner not being afraid to show her off and publicly admit how much they love her

Some would call it vanity

Or ego

But she calls it love

Emmett:

Oh sweet Emmett

He loves it

No ifs ands or buts

He feels like he’s on cloud nine when you flirt with him

And trust me, whatever you’ve got to say, he has much worse

I think he has a dirty mind

Definitely similar to Alice in the if you go low I go lower department

You’re out with friends and you make a flirty comment?

He’s going to go on a whole rant about how much he loves *insert specific body part of yours*

So yeah he basically has no shame

Say what you want

Just be prepared to be outdone

Esme:

I feel like she’s similar to Edward in this department

She loves the flirty compliments in private

But she gets all flustered in public

Cause wdym you’re at the store with her and now you’re talking about melons??

She’s gonna leave you behind to find your own way back

She gets embarrassed in private too

But it’s not as bad as in public

At least in private yall are left to yourselves

(Save for Edward unwillingly eavesdropping)

Definitely the type to smack you playfully

“Babe are you from tennessee? Cause I’m tryin-to-see them titti-“

*Smack* “Not another word.”

Carlisle:

He thinks it’s funny

He doesn’t really take it too seriously

You like his man boobs?

That’s nice sweetie

Very pacifistic about it

Doesn’t care if you’re in public or private

He loves you and your antics either way

The only time I could really see him caring would be if you came to visit him at work

As long as he’s wearing his coat, he needs to be professional

So that’s where he draws the line

Vampire! Bella:

I get mixed feelings about her

I can’t decide if she would love it or absolutely hate it

On the one hand, she would definitely love the silly jokes and all the attention

She has lower self esteem, and being able to know for sure that your partner finds you desirable is a great thing

On the other hand

Whenever you flirt with her in public she feels like she’s gonna die

She knows it doesn’t really matter

She’s a Cullen now

But she’ll be damned if that little anxious voice in the back of her head isn’t still there

[marvelous-goose]

OC KISS WEEK 2025

Prompt: Caught

Featuring my darling Jasper Thorne & Lorant Thorne, who belongs to the wonderful @theesteppenwolf !!!! Loosely inspired by some lovely art she did of the two of them :3

It was winter at Weisshaupt, and Antoine and Evka were throwing their annual Feast Day party—which was really just an excuse for their friends to dress up nice and get wasted, but who cares? Grey Wardens take joy where they can find it; it certainly won’t find them in the end.

Lorant lay across Jasper’s narrow bed, half dressed, his long red hair strewn across the thin blanket. He was still choosing between the two shirts on either side of him, but he decided to take a break from his internal debate to watch Jasper carefully apply shimmery eyeshadow around his eyes, the other Warden’s face mere inches away from the tiny mirror he and Emmy kept in their room.

Jasper looked over to see Lorant staring at him. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just cute when you’re focused.” Lorant smirked coyly.

Jasper rolled his eyes in response, but a blush was spreading across his cheeks. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, I’m serious!” He tossed his head back as he laughed, his hair glowing like fire in the warm candlelight.

Jasper gave him a fond smile. Lorant was an incurable and endearing flirt—and Jasper loved to tease him back. “I’m sure you saw cuter when you were a fancy noble in Orlais,” he shot back.

Lorant shook his head morosely. “Never. They all hide their faces behind masks, in Orlais. Such a shame.” He sighed. “Although, I do regret that I may never show you the unique beauty of those masquerade balls.”

“I always dreamed of attending a ball when I was a kid.” Jasper returned to the tiny mirror, now lining his eyes. “There was a book salesman who passed through my hometown once—my ma got me a novel about an Orlesian knight, and he attended a ball at one point in the story. It was so romantic.” Quick flicks of his wrist made fast work of the eyeliner. He looked back to Lorant, who was still watching him with…interest? Amusement? “What, do you want me to do your makeup too?” Jasper teased.

Lorant cocked an eyebrow and looked up, thinking it over. “You know what? Sure. You look so hot with that eyeliner, it’s only fair of you to level the playing field, give me some, too.”

The blush on Jasper’s cheeks spread even further. Without a word, he pulled his long, blondish-brown hair into a bun and stuck an eyeshadow brush through it to keep it in place. “Just eyeliner?”

Lorant nodded. “I don’t want to get too carried away…” He gave Jasper a crafty little grin and pushed himself upright, the muscles in his freckled arms and shoulders highlighted by the flickering shadows.

Oh, Jasper could fight back. He grabbed the tiny pot of eyeliner, wiped his brush clean, and walked over to Lorant—and before the redheaded Warden could do anything about it, Jasper placed a hand on his bare chest and pushed him back down onto the bed, then straddled his hips. “I’ll get a better angle with my wrist this way,” he said innocently. Lorant’s eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing; Jasper felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He dipped the brush into the eyeliner, wiped the excess off on the edge of the pot, then adjusted it in his right hand like a pencil.

He held Lorant’s face still with his left hand and gently rested the side of his right hand on the redhead’s lightly scruffy, freckled cheek. Those eyes…sometimes Jasper forgot how beautiful they were. One a soft, cornflower blue, the other hazel. They both looked up at him with a mix of wonder and desire. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, and Lorant obliged. He gently swiped the brush along the line of his eyelashes, using short strokes. Lorant was making a clear, conscious effort to stay still, and Jasper rewarded him with a stroke of his thumb across Lorant’s cheek. The Warden hummed in appreciation.

With the first eye finished, Jasper lifted his hand, dipped the brush in the eyeliner once more, then rested his hand on Lorant’s brow. Again, he flicked the brush against Lorant’s lash line, applying just enough eyeliner to make his eyes really pop. When he finished with the second eye, Jasper set down the brush and gently used the pad of his pinky finger to smudge out the line a little. “Okay. You can open them.”

Lorant’s eyes blinked open and locked with Jasper’s. The breath caught in Jasper’s throat. Maker above, he was beautiful. The jet-black of the eyeliner was stark against the blue and hazel of his eyes, glowing in the soft candlelight; Jasper glanced down at his fellow Warden’s lips, imagined what they might taste like, how they might feel against his own. He and Lorant had been flirting for months, and he’d always thought it was a game they were playing, but…what if it wasn’t? What if it could be real, right now?

“Hey,” murmured Lorant, a dazed expression on his face. He smiled softly at Jasper and reached up, placed a warm hand where his jaw met his throat, deft fingers stroking the edges of Jasper’s short beard. Jasper melted into his touch.

“Hey,” Jasper replied, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his chest. Planting his right hand on the bed to brace himself, Jasper dipped to rest his forehead against Lorant’s, their noses bumping, their breath intermingling. He could close the gap between their lips right now.

He didn’t get the chance. Lorant pulled him down the rest of the way and their lips pressed together, sweet and warm. A giddy smile tugged at the corners of Jasper’s lips. “Ah, your mustache tickles,” whispered Lorant into Jasper’s mouth.

“Sorry—“ Jasper was cut off with another kiss, more fervent than the last. Lorant’s teeth grazed across his lower lip, and Jasper shuddered. He shifted his hips against Lorant’s and the redhead let out a low groan—

—When suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Emmy, Jasper’s twin sister, barged in. Lorant and Jasper sprung apart.

“Hey, Jasper, can you—ANDRASTE’S FLAMING KNICKERS.” She immediately covered her eyes with one hand and backed out of the room. “Maker’s breath, the least you can do is put a sock on the doorknob or something next time. Fuck.” She left and slammed the door behind her.

When Jasper and Lorant finally looked at each other again, Jasper’s face was beet red. Lorant giggled. “I love how easy it is to make you blush, you know.”

Jasper just gave him a goofy grin.

[dxsole]

Zachary stood on the rooftop, the moon casting a silvery glow over the city below. He adjusted the flickering candles on the table, their warm light flickering in the cool night air. Tonight had to be perfect. It’s why he booked this place, somewhere fancy. Somewhere private.

As he glanced at Jasper leaning against the railing, a rush of warmth flooded through him. Jasper’s relaxed smile illuminated his face, and in that moment, Zachary felt a happiness he never thought possible.

“Hey,” Zachary managed, his heart racing. He stepped closer, the velvet box hidden in his pocket weighing heavily as he took a deep breath. “There’s something important I want to ask you.”

His voice trembled with the gravity of the moment. “Jas, you’ve shown me a joy I didn’t know existed. I used to wake up with so much dread, so alone. I was so scared. And then you walked into my life and that magnificent brain of yours was so desperate to figure me out. Never in a million years would did I think that some nosy scientist turned librarian would turn my world upside down, and actually make it worth living… I can’t imagine my life without you.” He knelt down, opening the box to reveal the ring nestled inside. “Jasper Despereaux. Will you marry me?”

💍 IT'S BEEN 8 YEARS | Always Accepting Random Asks!

Everything looks so small from up here. So insignificant. For so long he's been afraid of...he's not even sure. Once released, being in that house of his had felt empty. Haunted. And terribly cold above all.

He didn't want anyone to see what became of him, how he left both the house and himself fall into disrepair, hiding the cracks in the walls with heavy drapes and hiding himself away in the soothing dark of his wine cellar, using what little was left of his wit to drive others away, no matter their intentions.

Except Zachary. It may have been his own blunt curiosity that got them talking, but it was Zachary's warmth, something the younger tended to deny even having at the start, that kept Jasper from retreating into the shadows once more.

It's why he can smile now, even when nothing seemed to cause it.

It's also why when Zachary grabs his attention with something important to discuss, his smile remains; at this point, there was very little the pair hadn't overcome. Whatever Zachary was going to say just piqued his curiosity once more, just as it had all those years ago.

It didn't help that poor Zachary looked ready to combust. He starts, voice wavering despite saying such beautiful words and it's about the time he says walked into my life that Jasper understands what's happening; he should have known sooner, honestly. He's been on Zachary's side of things once before, and he had been a wreck. And he hadn't even done the whole on one knee thing.

Jasper has to force his smile from widening too much for fear of laughing at the thought that being on the receiving end of a proposal is much less stressful. Or maybe it just feels that way since he would have said yes to Zachary no matter how he asked.

Although, he did outdo himself. And to do so with that tiny world below them, the pair elevated nearly amongst the clouds— there's poetry in there somewhere, something Zachary and his lyrical talents could explain far better than Jasper ever could, even if he feels it welling up in his chest.

Hand covers the stupid grin that spreads across his features, Jasper unable to hold it back any longer. "You can get off your knee, hm. I can say yes to you at eye level, mon couer." Hand is offered, the elder grunting softly as he helped him up.

"You got me a ring," He comments softly, the pair now in one another's space, noses nearly touching. "I didn't...I did not think I would be allowed to be so happy again. And certainly not end up with someone to love as well."

She'd be happy for him. For once he can feel it, like letting go wasn't such a terrible thing. He always thought starting a new chapter was something for other people, but not him— until today, that is. "Zachary Key," He starts, cradling his love's cheeks, "...my husband."

[adolins-heart]

Y'all would not believe the situations I can put ocs in. Rotate them in my brain microwave.

[sukibenders]

Me when I see people compare the Cullens calling/referring to Jacob and the rest of the wolf pack as "dogs", "mutts" or "mongrels" to being the same as them being called "bloodsuckers" "leeches" or even, in Rosalie's case "blonde.":

[boatemboys]

toshiro whos still in the party when they meet the succubi. hes sitting quietly with chilchuck and marcille when they arrive. everyones expecting a falin lookalike to appear (marcille is glaring at toshiro the whole time) but then. what do they do when laios appears. his real body is sitting just in front of them after falling for a succubus just minutes earlier. marcille and chilchuck glance at each other, then they notice that toshiros face is like. stoic. except for the fact his cheeks are bright red

[autism-connoisseur]

what if i killed myself rn

[my-current-obsession]

My hyper-specific type when it comes to otome guys:

- Absolutely pathetic - Cannot speak to a girl normally to save his life - Tries to be calm/aloof, but turns tsundere when flustered enough - A good and pure man at heart, yet does some questionable things - ...Little Red Riding Hood???

[panic-and-procrastinate-drawing]

if Jason gets ressurection abilities (i pray he do) then i can and will give him a partner with regeneration abilities. the paralles of jason not being able to heal but can't stay dead versus his lover being able to heal but can die is like,, rlly fucking good to me.

let me take the hit bc i can heal from anything versus let me take the hit bc i wont stay dead if it kills me. ough.

[fakeosirian]

ugh i've been thinking my way through what feels like a wall re: fabian's family situation for weeks now (figure it'd be pertinent to figure out for fic reasons) and good news: had a revelation about something that makes sense to me/gave me a good jumping off point for a further complete headcanon! bad(?) news: it's sad LOL

this is what we know he has:

an uncle -- with which he shares a surname! meaning either its his paternal uncle, or fabian has his mother's surname

a godfather -- who works with his uncle! could mean a lot of things, but nonetheless a very close connection and one who is held in high/close regard in his family overall (family friend? maybe shared field of study? i like to think of fabian's parents, however they appear, as academics lol)

so my scenario of choice past this point is as of canon, fabian's dad has been dead for a few years (because we have enough characters with present fathers and distant mothers let's add some flavor!!!), and thus he boards on scholarship to "relieve pressure on his mom" as she works as a research professor (field of interest undecided atm, but definitely humanities) and travels frequently/spends long hours working in general. (very Informative background for someone rather...High Strung about Things! and would make him not being able to make it to america between s2 and s3 make a LOT of sense in terms of cost and logistics of even asking in the first place.)

would also explain why he doesn't talk about his parents Ever, is notably quietly sympathetic re: people's parental issues (especially those dealing with loss), and can get...weird...about his performance both at school and at tasks that require "smarts" in general (ie. he quite literally cannot afford to fail)

[flippinpancakes64]

Can you write about Bella loving horror movies, but the Cullens don't have a good tolerance to horror?

When Tastes Differ

I had such a hard time coming up with a name for this so… don’t be too harsh

Also sorry I haven’t uploaded in forever, it’s mid-semester exam season and it’s been kicking my butt

And we’re not gonna talk about how this has been sitting in my drafts for like half a year

Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Even before being turned, Bella always had a thing for horror movies

When she met Edward, she didn’t really have much time to watch them

Being obsessed with someone tends to take up a lot of your free time

But now that she’s a vampire and Renesmee is grown up, she has more ‘me’ time

Edward:

Tonight is date night, and Bella had asked if she could pick the movie

He said yes of course

But he’s shocked when she puts on an old slasher film that he remembers premiering in theaters

“Bella… what is this?”

“My favorite movie duh.”

“Eugh.”

He’s not a fan of all of the fake blood and guts

He’s a dark and brooding vampire

He has the whole emo ‘my life is darkness why would I want to watch more darkness’ thing going on

Don’t get me wrong though, he does still sit and watch them with her

He just wouldn’t ever choose it on his own

And he makes fun of them the whole time

Alice:

She’s been in the fashion world a long time

I would bet good money that she’s worked on a movie set before

So when she walks into a room and sees Bella watching a horror movie she’s just like ‘omg I was a costume designer for this one’

But she doesn’t really care about blood and guts

They’re not her favorite movies, but she’ll watch them

She loves Bella so whatever she wants to do, she’s happy to do it

She does make a lot of comments about the makeup and hair though

“That girl’s been running from the killer for like an hour now how is her hair still bouncy?”

Jasper:

He doesn’t really… care

He strikes me as the type who can sit and watch anything on the TV and not care at all

So if he’s in the living room and Bella asks if she can put on a movie he doesn’t care

He’s also quiet

Doesn’t complain, doesn’t say he likes it, nothing

He doesn’t laugh if there’s funny parts, doesn’t jump if there’s a Jumpscare

He’s like a statue

But hey at least he doesn’t disturb anyone

Rosalie:

Ok so

She loves horror movies

They’re so fun

But she can’t let Bella know that

They still have that little rivalry going on

So every time Bella puts on a horror movie, Rosalie makes a point of walking in and being like

“I can’t believe you watch that kind of stuff. It’s so gross.”

Of course, Edward told her the truth about what Rosalie’s doing

So she makes a point of putting on all of the newest ones that Rosalie hasn’t had a chance to watch yet

And if Rose happens to stand around at the back of the room silently watching the movie where she think Bella can’t see…

That’s no one’s business but her’s

Emmett:

He will never ever admit it

But this man is a big scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies

No one can explain it

But this big, scary man absolutely cowers at the thought of Chucky

So he’s not too happy to say the least when Bella starts watching horror movies all over the house

He plays the role of being super nonchalant

“Dude, turn that off.”

“Why? Are you scared?”

“What? No…”

No one’s convinced

Bella’s made it her personal mission to catch him as many times as she can

He’s almost home from the store? Time to put on a good old fashioned horror movie

He’s returning from a hunt? Time for Chucky

He wants to watch the game on the big TV? Okay, but Bella needs to finish the Shining first

Esme:

She’s also not a big fan of horror movies

But I feel like she’s way more scared of paranormal horror

Anything with ghosts terrifies her

After all, if vampires and werewolves are real, who’s to say demons and ghosts aren’t?

So if Bella’s watching a regular old slasher film, she’ll complain but hang out anyway

Now if she’s watching something like Lights Out or the Grudge…

Esme suddenly needs to go on a shopping trip

Carlisle:

He thinks they’re fun

He deals with blood and guts all day, and he’s endlessly amused by the fake stuff that movie producers make

Loves pointing out all the wrong parts

“Blood is not nearly that viscous, unless they had *insert medical condition here*”

I think Bella would appreciate the lessons here and there though

Now after a while, it does get a little annoying

But that’s her father in law and I feel like Bella would probably rather shoot her own foot than disrespect him in any way

[talkfastcal]

update i talked about the mutuals in therapy again tonight

[arlo-rose]

me wanting to talk about my dnd character on here vs the fact that I’m mutuals with someone in the campaign and I don’t want to spoil anything

[amplexadversary]

More fanfiction I’m never going to get around to actually writing:

Someone comes to Pearl from Steven Universe for advice. They stumbled upon an unactivated pearl and in a brilliant moment of quick thinking asked her to call them “Mom/Dad.” This makes our Pearl incredibly uncomfortable for obvious reasons.

Mainly, I’m not sure how the protagonist would have enough background knowledge of gems to realize that that would probably be one of the least weird ways (for them) to deal with the whole gem programming dynamic thing until the nascent pearl could be brought up to speed with How to Deal With Being Around Humans.

Pearl is torn between the fact that the person clearly doesn’t want someone else taking advantage of the younger pearl (which she appreciates), the fact that they see her as an authority on how to handle the situation (which she likes), and the fact that she really, really Does Not Want to Make That Comparison (and probably resolves it, ultimately, by deciding that the fact that this person being human makes it different enough that she can just compartmentalize the issue away)

Maybe for bonus awkwardness have it be Mystery Girl who found the nascent pearl?