#the brother is juliette(girl)'s older brother. yeah.

[noxious-fennec]

The 7 evil exes of André Madiot

[maggyme13]

Huntresses Winter (1/?)

What happens when a Hunter meets the Avengers because a summon gone wrong?  

AN: I recently started watching SPN again and I got the idea for this story. This will be AU in both fandoms.

Wordcount: around 2400

Warnings: Mention of torture

Huntresses Winter Masterlist

“To a good hunt!” Your brother Dean declared, rising his beer bottle into the air, clinking it with yours.

“Where I was the bait, as always.”, you grumbled. Just because you were victim to an unknown curse, that made you immune to the bites of monsters, and you didn´t like it one bit.

“It´s not my fault they prefer virgins. Stop being a cry baby and decide what you want to eat. I am starving.” Dean told you again, just like many times before.

“I know. But it is your fault that you are none.”

“(y/n). We are older than you. So it´s quite natural that-“

“Shut it Moose. You two grew into this lifestyle just like I did. Only reason why I am still one is because neither of you ever leaves my side for long and because, unlike our brother, I have some morals.” And don’t forget this stupid curse. “I am 24 for fucks sake.”

“One day you will find someone that isn´t afraid of us and-“ Sam started.

“- until then we will continue to kill those assholes.” Dean ended the conversation he had grown tired of. “Now order.”

Waiting for the waitress (that kept flirting with your brothers and glaring at you Suck it up girl), you felt an uneasiness rise inside your stomach, the hair on your neck rose and your canines sharpen.

It all was part of the curse the witch had put on you. No one knew what kind of curse it was; the witched death hadn’t lifted it, so you were left with a few characteristics of an animal, like sharpened senses that resurfaced once in a while. You never harmed anyone and the sharpened senses helped with hunting, so your father had left you alive, only insisting you get an tattoo that sealed whatever may be inside of you. Later when you brothers and you met Castiel, Gabriel and Crowley neither of them knew what was wrong with you.

The feelings you had, usually appeared when you were in danger, but this time it felt different. You choose to ignore it and blamed it on the stress you had today.

“You still there sis?” Sam asked, worry evident in his voice.

“Yeah, just need to pee but am to lazy to stand up at the moment, so I am arguing with myself if I should get up or not.”

He shook his head on hearing your answer and took a sip of his beer.

“Nope, I really need to pee. Protect my beer Sammy!”

“Sure Sis.”

Your statement wasn´t a complete lie, you really needed to pee; but the main reason was that you wanted to make sure your senses didn’t play tricks with you.

It had happened once before; your animalistic side had been attracted to another customer of the bar you and your brother had been at. He was almost killed, because the three of you had thought of him as a threat.

Not happening again.

Finished with your business, you stood in front of the mirror washing your hands, when you felt another tuck at your core. This time it felt like the times when Cas teleported you to a different location, only did you fell unconscious.

You woke up just like many times before: Stripped to your underwear, tied to a chair in a cold room with no weapons and no idea where you were.

Again? Why always me?

Your body had quite the collection of scars from situations like this; your brothers on the other hand had always been lucky and no scars left behind, and you couldn’t deny you were envy of that.

Opening your eyes, you looked around for any indication what was going on. You sat in a sterile white room with only a mirror in front of you.

Strange, so clean. Well, once is always the first time.

Nothing was there to tell you who brought you here.

Time to get out of here.

“Cas! I need your help. Get your ass down here.”

Nothing.

“Cas?!”

Still nothing.

Shit, not good.

“Gabriel?!” Now you growled when nothing happened again.

The one time I need help, no one answers. Fine I will get out by myself then. Since when did they get so professional?

A sudden movement of the corner of your eye caught your attention, a door that hadn´t been there before opened and a man in a white uniform entered.

Looks like a labrat.

“Finally awake I see.” He sneered, “Who are you?”

Hearing that you began to laugh.

“Really? REALLY? Dude you must be very knew to this. You know, usually they know who I am when they come to question me. First day on the job?”

You heard the sound almost before feeling the sting of the slap he send at you.

“If you wanted to convince me to answer, you failed. You hit worse than a five year old handicaped girl with no arms.” You teased. Better find out who they are.

“You don’t want to speak? I will make you speak.” He threatened, but you only laughed.

“See those scars. I never said anything and those who did these were a lot more dangerous than you will ever dream of. But good look, one time is always the first.” After another punch to your gut, the man left you alone, only to return seconds later with a cart full of torture instruments.

“Still don’t want to talk?”

“Nope.. But I have to admit this is the first time the instruments are clean. I already like you more than the assholes in the past.”

“Have it your way then.” He sneered.

“Nothing I haven’t gone through jet. But go ahead.”

The next two hours or so (you had become quite good at guessing the time that passed over the years) consisted of punches to every region of your body (resulting in at least two broken rips and a ton of new bruises) before he started using some of the instruments. But she didn´t say a word, much to the anger of the man.

It wasn´t that you felt no pain, but it was true that one can get used to everything after some time and you had gotten used to ignoring pain when you had to.

“Speak or you die! Speak now and I can save your live.” He said, motioning at the cuts on your body.

“Don´t be stupid. Those cuts are not deep, they were made to hurt, not to kill. But nice try though.” You send him an innocent smile.

He just wanted to hit you again, when the door opened again, and another man entered.

“Doctor, that is enough!”

“Just tell me what you want. I am tired of this good cop bad cop shit.” You sighted, not patient enough to listen to another story.

“Well well well. Impatient aren´t we?” He chuckled.

“Yes. This isn´t my first interrogation of this kind. So hurry up I need somewhere to be.”

“We are Hydra. Or better what is left of it. But with your help we will take what is rightfully ours.” He told you in a proud voice.

“I pass, thank you. Now that you told me who you are and why I am here. Why don´t you tell me how I got here.” You demanded.

“What do you know about Demons?” He asked.

“They are assholes, hard to kill if oyu don´t know how. Angels are worse though, all this high anf mighty shit and then they stab you in the back. Hellhounds are kinda cute. I always wanted to have one, maybe I could ask Crowley if Juliette had a puppy I can have.” You mused aloud, ignoring the glares the men send you. “So, what do they have to do with me. Neither you or he is one.”

“Interesting. We wanted to summon a demon of old, but got you instead. Any idea why?”

“Nope. But let me know if you find out. Can I go now?”

Just when the men wanted to answer, the door opened again and a soldier entered and an alarm sounded.

“Sirs, we are under attack. The Avengers attacking the base.” He stated.

“She will join us. Soldier, put her in handcuffs and escort us to the port.”

Well I don´t know where I am, better just go with them and then leave as soon as the possibility arises.

Her hands got handcuffed and the little group got escorted by six men in soldier uniforms. They walked though the hallways in a hurry. The closer you got to your destination, the louder became the sound of fighting.

Your animalistic side began to grow restless, getting ready to fight. Stepping out of a large hangar door into the open.

The scene that unfolded in front of you could be taken out of an comic book: a red and gold robot flew through the air firing laser beams, another man was dressed in a full body condom printed with the American flag throwing punches and an oversized metal frisbee, then there was a green big thing that smashed and punched, another one was fighting with a dagger.

Now or never!

Within seconds your hands were free and you stole the combat knife of the guard besides you and killed him. Running as fast as you can towards the wall you had decided to use as an escape route.

You heard the scientists shout for you to stop, for the guards to catch you alive.  Not wanting to kill you, they didn’t use full force , but you did.

Gunning and slicing, you made your way through the masses of enemies. Muscle memory took over and you thought about what to do once you were over the wall.

“Cas! Gabriel!” But still there was no answer.

Throwing away the empty gun, you reached down to get another knife. This turned out to be an mistake, because when you leaned down one of the soldiers grabbed you from behind in an afford to choke you unconscious. Being used to train with your brothers (that were taller then the attacker) you easily threw him over your shoulder and embedded one of the knifes in his eye sockets, killing him instantly.

Suddenly a searing pain went through your leg, a pain you knew all to well: a bullet.

Not again!

Ignoring (or better trying to ignore) the pain you had to turn around and find another escape route, the injured leg made it impossible to climb the wall like you first intended. Looking around you found a big hole in the wall, only problem: is was on the other side of the battlefield.

Fuck me hard.

Limping as fast as you could you dodged anything and everything that wanted to stop or harm you, knowing that you weren´t be able to survive if you stopped.

Wasn´t it be for your trained senses and the animalistic side, you dodged an arrow and the supersized frisbee at the last moment.

That was close.

Grabbing the combat knife, you stopped and took an defensive stance.

The fight was over and now you faced those you saw attacking the face prior.

“Lay down your arms! And we won´t hurt you.” Mr America stated.

“Listen, you were obviously held captive by those cretins, so be a nice girl and stay down.” The man (you now saw was in the metal armour) told you, earning him a glare and middle finger. You hated to be treated like a little girl.

“We are five and you are only one. Are injured and only have one knife.” An archer said.

“GROA!” The green thing shouted, but you didn´t even flinch. What didn´t get unnoticed by the men.

Your instincts felt someone approach from behind and you caught a little movement in the corner of your eye. Wasn´t it for the curse, there was no way in hell you would have been able to see the dark haired man that sneaked up to you, covered by magic.

“Don´t!” You growled, laying the blade at his throat. The moment he felt the cold metal, he became visible.

“Impressive. M`Lady, we mean no harm.”

“The arrow and oversized metal frisbee told otherwise.” You stated with a sneer.

“We didn´t knew if you were friend or foe.” Mr America stated, taking a step towards you, only for you to take a step back.

“You are telling me that you are fighting 24 year old women only dressed in underwear with bruises and cuts covering her body, on a daily bases then? Who are you and what do you want.”

“How long did they held you captive that you don´t know who we are?” The tin man asked with a baffled voice.

“A few hours.”

“You are of this world and jet you are not. There is dark magic surrounding you. Say where do you hail from?” The dark-haired sorcerer mused.

“I moved so much I don´t know where I come from, but I currently life a few miles away from Lebanon, Kansas.”

“We currently are a few miles from Lebanon Kansas.”

“That’s not true. I now the are like nothing else. This is not there. Unless-“ I need to check that.

“I need to make a few calls. Does anybody has a burner or something like that?” You asked, looking every male in the eyes.

Sensing magic being used next to you, you looked at the sorcerer that held an smartphone towards you to grab.

“I assure you, this will work just fine.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” You grabbed the phone and called every number you and your brothers had used, as well as Cas´s and Crowley´s 666. But to no avail, not one number was taken.

Shit. Where am I?

Realizing there was no way that you would get back with your brothers soon (and having your injuries in your mind) you let the knife fall to the floor and lifted the hands in surrender.

“Name´s (y/n) Winchester. I surrender.”

Everybody relaxed. When you wanted to step forward your leg gave in and the world turned black.

Not again.

  Part 2

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😤1-100

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?- Spotify, also what the heck is pandora

2. is your room messy or clean?- hmmm in the middle

3. what color are your eyes?- brown

4. do you like your name? why?- yes, i dont really know why I just like the sound of it, i think i like the sound of my normal name rather than the shortened version 

5. what is your relationship status?- in a relationship 

6. describe your personality in 3 words or less- meme- positive?- bit awkward 

7. what color hair do you have?- brown

8. what kind of car do you drive? color?- I don’t drive...yet

9. where do you shop?- shop for food? clothes? for food lidl and tesco, for clothes mainly h&m

10. how would you describe your style?- mainly like smart casual, sometimes quite preppy other times i try to be cool 

11. favorite social media account- tumblr

12. what size bed do you have?- single

13. any siblings?- two older brothers

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?- s.korea honestly it is so beautiful and i felt so comfortable there

15. favorite snapchat filter?- at the moment the bunny one with the glasses

16. favorite makeup brand(s)- innis free 

17. how many times a week do you shower?- 4 times??

18. favorite tv show?- greys anatomy

19. shoe size?- 5

20. how tall are you?- 5 ft. 6

21. sandals or sneakers?- trainers ;)

22. do you go to the gym?- nah i exercise at home

23. describe your dream date- beach beach beach

24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?- under £2

25. what color socks are you wearing?- white with lil yellow ducks on 

26. how many pillows do you sleep with?- three

27. do you have a job? what do you do?- counter assistant in sainsburys now :)))) this is my 5th job im ._.

28. how many friends do you have?- quite a few??

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?- i dont really know tbh

30. whats your favorite candle scent?- i dont have candlesssss

31. 3 favorite boy names- ross hehe- tobias- eeeeeeee idk

32. 3 favorite girl names- hazel- juliette- eeeeeeeeeee idk either

33. favorite actor?- i dpnt have one i dont think

34. favorite actress?- shailene woodley / melissa mccarthy 

35. who is your celebrity crush?- jungkook

36. favorite movie?- mulan

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?- divergent / shatter me

38. money or brains?- oh god im going for both

39. do you have a nickname? what is it?- ells? my dad calls me gibby i dont really know why i think it’s after the guy from ncis

40. how many times have you been to the hospital?- three? one for my ankle, one for my coccyx, one for my appendix 

41. top 10 favorite songs- fingertip by gfriend

- rough by gfriend

- scared of the dark by steps

- not today by bts

- why by taeyeon

- fine by taeyeon

- hear the wind sing by gfriend

- a girl like me by gugudan

- rollin by brave girls

- dope by bts

42. do you take any medications daily?- nope

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)- oily

44. what is your biggest fear?- failure

45. how many kids do you want?- 2?

46. whats your go to hair style?- out of my face, usually a plait or pony tail because i feel most comfortable when my hair is up

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)- medium? i cant really tell

48. who is your role model?- my mum

49. what was the last compliment you received?- from my bf saying i have a nice body :)))

50. what was the last text you sent?- to my dad saying “i may not see you when you come in because im going out for a meal but i got the job yaaaay xxx”

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?- the heck he is real what are you talking about

52. what is your dream car?- any car

53. opinion on smoking?- i really hate it

54. do you go to college?- nope

55. what is your dream job?- a translator 

56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - rural

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? - always

58. do you have freckles?- nope

59. do you smile for pictures?- always when im aware of the photo being taken

60. how many pictures do you have on your phone? - 427

61. have you ever peed in the woods?- i have not

62. do you still watch cartoons?- not really

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?- we dont have a wendys so mcdonalds it is

64. Favorite dipping sauce?- that dip you get with the chicken fingers at tgi fridays

65. what do you wear to bed?- pyjamas

66. have you ever won a spelling bee?- nope but we always did these spelling tests at school that was like 100 words but they never told us how well we did

67. what are your hobbies?- listening to music, playing video gaaaames, sports

68. can you draw?- i can draw just not very well but anyone can learn

69. do you play an instrument?- nope

70. what was the last concert you saw?- the saturdays, which was also my first concert

71. tea or coffee?- neither, im not a fan of hot drinks

72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?- dunkin donuts

73. do you want to get married?- yes

74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?- RK

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?- well if i happen to get married to my bf my name would be ellie kelly if i did change my last name and my mum cry laughed about it 

76. what color looks best on you?- grey?

77. do you miss anyone right now?- always

78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?- sorry jess im the hooligan that sleeps with their door open

79. do you believe in ghosts?- yeah why not

80. what is your biggest pet peeve?- no manners

81. last person you called?- sainsburys lol

82. favorite ice cream flavor?- vanillaaaaaaa

83. regular oreos or golden oreos?- regular

84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?- rainbow

85. what shirt are you wearing?- a fake branded shirt with the heart i cant remember what it’s called 

86. what is your phone background?- cherry blossoms that namjoon took a photo of

87. are you outgoing or shy?- shy 

88. do you like it when people play with your hair?- im not sure i think so?

89. do you like your neighbors?- no

90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?- i splash my face with water at night and sometimes in the morning

91. have you ever been high?- no

92. have you ever been drunk? - no

93. last thing you ate?- chinese food

94. favorite lyrics right now- TANG TANG TANG FINGERTIP

95. summer or winter?- summer

96. day or night?- day

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?- milk chocolate all day

98. favorite month?- hmmmmm i couldnt really say 

99. what is your zodiac sign- aquarius

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?

- my mum?

[amererk]

Twilight is behind her and now she is a European arthouse darling and a hit on Saturday Night Live, says Jonathan Dean

‘Kristen Stewart is perhaps the best film actress under 30.” I wrote that last year, after an interview with her Twilight co-star and former boyfriend, Robert Pattinson — and this year, I am totally convinced I am right. But it turns out the vampire saga’s fans remain faithful, and some devotees of Pattinson, after the couple’s split, aren’t exactly fond of his ex. My social-media mentions were full of fury for a month. “Because they disagreed with you?” Stewart laughs, when I tell her all this. “Because they were, like, ‘F*** her?’” Exactly. If you have only seen the actress mope adolescently through the Twilight saga, you may think the above claim quite mad. Move on to her most recent work, though, and you will discover a 26-year-old who has evolved into a presence so self-assured, she is now an arthouse star, especially in Europe: the first American woman to have won a César, the French equivalent of the Oscars. Another preconception is that she is all surly hunch and millennial cynicism, hostile to press inquiries after they zeroed in on her relationship with a married director. Her image is kohl-eyed, cool, aloof, and it’s so entrenched that one review of her recent hosting of the satirical American television series Saturday Night Live called her “surprisingly charming”. Does she understand why? “One hundred per cent.” (That’s a chatty affirmation she uses a lot.) In truth, though, Stewart is as engaging to talk to as Tom Hanks, the actor everyone says is the best to interview in the business. On her right arm is a tattoo of the light at the top of Picasso’s Guernica, inked on to remind her that we can overcome darkness if we flip the switch. She seems to be all glow herself these days, and it’s mostly thanks to her professional achievements. “I feel so sturdy on my feet right now,” she says, at her usual fast clip, proud of a run of indie roles that has put her back where she began, and belongs

First came 2014’s Clouds of Sils Maria, in which Stewart more than held her own against the Oscar winner Juliette Binoche, in a more or less two-hander about a young woman’s challenging relationship with her older boss, a sensitive actress. That same year, with moody tenderness, she played Julianne Moore’s daughter in the Alzheimer’s drama Still Alice. Next, there was a small role as an ambitious young lawyer struggling towards greater things in Kelly Reichardt’s Certain Women (just released), one of those films that starts with sad sex and never cheers up.

Best of all is Personal Shopper, the second film she has made with the French director Olivier Assayas, after Clouds of Sils Maria, and her first lead in years. It is difficult to describe. At its most basic, Personal Shopper is a darkly lit adult ghost story about a woman who borrows a lot of high-end fashion for her celebrity boss — The Others meets The Devil Wears Prada. Stewart stands in a haunted house saying “Lewis” a lot. Lewis is her recently dead twin brother, and she is waiting for his spirit to manifest itself in Paris. Both are mediums. To cope with the tension of this binary life, Stewart’s improbably named Maureen smokes lots and rides around town on a moped, looking cool. She receives anonymous texts that say things like “I know you”, which is unsettling enough, especially when you’re looking for a dead sibling. How, I ask, can the film be pitched in one-line Hollywood style? Stewart laughs and, totally believably, says she’s not one for brevity. She barely stops talking during the interview. “It’s about a girl who finds she is suddenly a foreigner, in every sense of the word, not just geographically, but in life. She’s gone through this traumatic event, and it starts an existential crisis, where she questions everything that’s real. She feels completely alone.”

Hold on. Is she still talking about Personal Shopper, or Twilight? Especially her personal experience of making that juggernaut, which brought in nearly $3.4bn at the box office worldwide and took over her life for five films. No, she says, she is not talking about the latter. “I really never felt bogged down by Twilight,” she starts and, rather than leave it at that, continues chewing it over, piling sentence upon sentence

Every step turns you into the person you are, and yeah, [Twilight] shaped me enormously. Not just those movies, but the subsequent effect. It made my involvement in Sils Maria more interesting, for sure — ironic and meta.” You mean the line when your character says, “It’s celebrity news. It’s fun”? Or when she mocks a blockbuster for having werewolves in it, as Twilight did? “One hundred per cent,” she replies. “Those lines in someone else’s mouth would have been interesting, but not, like, ‘Whoa. She really knows what she’s talking about!’” Some of the film’s backers were surprised, Assayas says, when he first chose to work with this Californian tween idol. But he emphasises her courage, shooting in the Dolomites, where it is “not exciting after sunset”, far from home, surrounded by a foreign crew.

European arthouse could be seen as Stewart’s very own panic room, the title of the breakthrough film she made when she was 11, with Jodie Foster. It provides a refuge for her. Assayas agrees that she did seem relieved to be on a film like his; he then goes on to bracket her with the greats. “I’d compare Kristen to Harriet Andersson,” he says of one of Ingmar Bergman’s favourite (and coolest) leads. “There’s no greater compliment.” The best opportunities for me are whenever I feel a little bit scared

On screen, she has perfected a bold yet vulnerable style, all tilted head and low-key murmuring. In Personal Shopper, it is employed to such a captivating extent that, when she says the mad line “She vomited this ectoplasm”, you nod along, rather than cackle. She is, simply, not a showy actress. Foster nailed it when she said: “Kristen isn’t interested in blurting her emotions in front of her.” So this career renaissance in the subtler territory of European art cinema makes total sense

“I’m used to people getting awards for extreme performances,” she says of her surprise César win for Sils Maria. “In the States, it’s rare for people to get critical attention for things that are so quiet. Sometimes, you don’t show how you’re feeling, and that actually speaks louder than shoving it down someone’s throat.” Her next project, though, is not obviously arthouse: Underwater, a film talked up as an oceanic take on Michael Bay’s Armageddon. It’s an odd fit for her, perhaps, but she compares the depth of the story to Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar and insists it won’t be a blockbuster that “stops with the concept, so you think, ‘Cool, that was a great concept’”. Maybe something of this scale is the only logical next step for her. This is an actress, after all, who went to the middle of nowhere up a mountain with a pack of foreigners, straight from being mollycoddled in one of the biggest franchises of all time. She wants to surprise. “I want to push myself,” she says. “In my life, when I’m emotional about something, I’m an extreme person. Subtlety is not my go-to. I just don’t want to fake anything, but the best opportunities for me are whenever I feel a little bit scared.”

Her recent SNL performance featured one sketch, inspired by the sapphic French film Blue Is the Warmest Colour, in which she romped in a kitchen with another woman. Earlier in the show, she had beamed as she told the watching millions that she was “so gay”. She came out in public last summer, and the young star who quivered through half a decade of the Twilight vampire saga, increasingly withdrawn, seemed a completely new woman — a finished painting instead of a work-in-progress. “I wasn’t hiding anything,” she says, when asked why she is now open about her love life whereas before, dating Pattinson, she stayed silent. “I didn’t talk about my first relationships that went public because I wanted things that are mine to be mine. I hated it that details of my life were being turned into a commodity and peddled around the world. But considering I had so many eyes on me, I suddenly realised [my private life] affects a greater number of people than just me. It was an opportunity to surrender a bit of what was mine, to make even one other person feel good about themselves. “If it didn’t seem like a relevant topic,” she continues, her tone both poised and passionate, keeping up a melodic flow, “like something that needed help, I would have kept my life private for ever. But then I can’t walk outside holding somebody’s hand, as I’m followed everywhere. When I was dating Rob, the public were the enemy — and that is no way to live. It wasn’t this grand statement, ‘I was so confused! Now I’ve realised who I am!’ I have not been struggling.” She laughs. “It just seemed important, and topical.” I would be hard pushed to name a more confident interviewee. In January, she screened her directorial debut, Come Swim, a 17-minute oddity that arrived with a research paper entitled Bringing Impressionism to Life with Neural Style Transfer. You just didn’t get that with Twilight. While her future will be on both sides of the camera, she also wants to go on stage one day. It was the “human energy” from the Saturday Night Live crowd that persuaded her she may be cut out for live performance. Another appeal is that theatre is the ultimate challenge for a Los Angeles native born to entertainment-industry parents and raised on that city’s business: the next big test. She has been reading Sam Shepard and loves the way that setting can be implied in his work, rather than having to be there for everyone to see. Which, in fact, rather neatly describes her acting. Imagine her in a Pinter play. She is nothing like I expected, which was that there would be periods of silence and questions unanswered. She is friends with Patti Smith and has been called the female James Dean by the actress/rocker Juliette Lewis. That sort of support and acquaintance is intimidating. Yet she is friendly, honest, humble and, perhaps most impressive, unflappably polite, especially about Twilight, despite the continued bile spat at her by fans who think, in various ways, she has wronged them. “I don’t view the whole Twilight blow-up as being generally traumatic,” she says, delicately. “It would take someone with a really unhealthy amount of ego to be upset that everyone doesn’t love them. It would be silly to say I don’t care what people think of my work and who I am, but stuff is polarising, period.” Back to that line about her being “surprisingly charming”. Does she know why people thought she was distant? “I’d definitely lost my nerve,” she replies. “I used to try too hard, because I was nervous. I felt so uncomfortable addressing the public. I’ve just grown out of it.”