me? writing?
who would've thought
me? writing?
who would've thought
"How long have you been 17"
Since today, happy birthday Twilight!
St*phenie M*yer doesn't understand Jasper Hale like I do.
OR DID THIS NOT HAPPEN
alice: pop this balloon esme: okay?? alice: IT'S A GIRL!!!!! esme: what is??? alice: ME!!!!!!
so many bad posts im not making. i could be making them but im not but i could be. you're welcome
ok first of all don’t get too excited i’m just back to assure you I’m alive and post some fic real quick
no 22. do these tacos taste funny to you?
poisoned | drugged | withdrawal
1,146 words
warnings: drugs, vague discussion of date rape
rating: T
notes: I know there are a zillion “twilight but with jalice” fics out there, but I figured it was time I tackled the premise myself. beat-wise, this is roughly analogous to the port angeles chapters of both twilight and MS. I tried to keep it in about the same style, minus the past tense first person (ew) but complete with mutters and murmurs. but of course, jalice is emphatically not edbella 🤠 and alice, being psychic, knows considerably more about the cullens/vampires in general than bella did at the same point. also, no tea no shade but the plot of the port angeles chapters is stupid, so I tried bringing us to a less stupid place than “the heroine stumbles upon a convenient gang of rapists.” anyway. enjoy!
no. 22: port angeles
“What,” snaps Rosalie after the third ring.
“Rose, I need your help.”
“With your pet human? Pass. What did she do this time, sprain a wrist curling her eyelashes?”
Alice sways against him, murmuring something unintelligible. At least she’s still conscious. “I think she’s been drugged,” says Jasper.
idk man, i just wanna write a fic that someone reads obsessively at 3am. a fic that someone loses sleep to finish because just one more chapter and tries to give multiple kudos. a fic that people will leave a comment on every chapter. i want to write a fic that people will recommend to others, that they think nails the characterization and relationship dynamic. i want to write someone’s comfort fic, someone’s favorite fic, or someone’s fic they read when they want to re-read something. i want to be that fic writer. i want to write that fic.
if I don’t ever meet a cowboy who calls me darlin’ and tenderly puts his hat on my head and offers a respectful hand to help me onto his horse then what the fuck even is the point of it all
Writing is not about 'telling an epic story' or 'making something that will outlive you'. Writing is about going "You know what would be fucking awesome?" and then committing word crimes