“I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. I move the stars for no one. ”You can’t just stick a line from one of the songs in the middle of a line from his monologue! What are you doing?!
For a minute, I read this as “Ovid’s facefucker.” And I thought: if any ancient would write it, it’d be him. :DPlease, we all know Ovid kept a facefucker on staff, in case he felt his face needed fucking at any time of day or night. As it turned out, this was quite often.
Also, you don’t understand, I was asking whether The Hunger Games were of quality, because, I said, I’m a huge SFF fan and how does it compare to other stuff in the genre, etc. and this guy responds with, “From what stack of books do you look from?” Which is 1) pretentious as fuck 2) pretentious as fuck 3) what the fuck are you even talking about, everything pre-novel has elements of fantasy and half of the novels in our canon as well. You’re an idiot.
So, ostensible bookstore trip last night - my parents drive me out to the nearest town. They’re very strange about letting me run places. I could do it - I run with them often enough, but whatever, it was cold and I was just happy to be getting out of the Park.
I guess I was a little suspicious when we were going all the way to Anchorage, but I just assumed it was for the superior selection. Mom seemed excited to be going to an actual city, for once, but once we got to this restaurant Dad made a big thing about how they were just dropping me off and not even getting out of the car. I kind of felt bad for her…but then Jacob was there and it was just…magical. Things can be really weird at the Denali house - vampires weren’t meant to congregate in those numbers, imo. It was nice to eat trashy food (General Tso’s Chicken has never tasted so good!) and be around people, for once, even if it was just the small dinner-and-movies crowd.
I told Jacob as much and asked him if we could live in New York one day. I hadn’t meant to make him sad, but apparently he doesn’t really plan to leave the reservation that much? And he wants me there with him? I wonder how long I could live there and, more importantly, how long I could live, period. My aging is something of a mystery. A very frustrating mystery to Jacob, if the way he was staring at my chest was any indication. If I had known I was seeing him, I would never have worn that top. I know he hates the tease of things. He’s probably going to bring up the whole waiting thing again with my parents. I look forward to another family meeting on the topic of my virginity. /sarcasm
After oily, salty, wonderful Chinese food we went to see Woman in Black, which was surprisingly good, considering Radcliffe’s minimal acting skills. Not enough gore for me (I’ll be the first to confess that I love me some Eli Roth gore-porn), but still visually interesting. Jacob spent a lot of the movie braiding these hand-dyed leather strips into my hair. He finished the front braid with a silver bead. Classy. Point for him. I kissed him right before my parents picked me up. Not our first kiss but, god, awkward. I don’t think he thought so.
Overall, good night. One day I think I’ll be less of a derp around him, but yesterday was not that day.
The absolute worst part of living in a household of the undead is not having anyone to share my green tea with in the morning. Don’t they understand that Jasmine pearls are literally the best thing ever? Thank god I have Jacob shipping them to me up here.
It makes me happy that there’s an alternate reality somewhere where I could throw myself at the two of them and not get killed for revealing the existence of vampires.
The problem with most of the conversations men want to have about my Under Duress articles is that they quite literally want consent to function for them as a ‘Get Out Of Jail Free’ card.
That’s not what it is about. Consent is not binary. Consensuality is a quality which a sexual act may have to varying degrees, and the people with the most power have the most responsibility to achieve the highest consensuality in their sex.
Under Duress: Agency, Power and Consent, Part One: “No”
Under Duress: Agency, Power and Consent, Part Two: “Yes”
(via radtransfem)
I’m going to go read these articles - they sound AWESOME.
Oooooh, Tumblr, you are a site after my own heart. Already totally lost in the Benedict Cumberbatch tag! Most of everyone is out today, consummating their unfortunate love affair with the grizzly bear population here (more on that later), but I plan to spend most of today pondering whether I like his dark hair or his light hair better.
I guess a lot of you know that I can actually communicate telepathically? By touch? It’s weird. I….dislike it, actually. When I was younger, I barely ever spoke. I only ever saw my family (Mom, Dad, Rosalie, Emmett, Jacob and Co., Grandpa Charlie, Grandma and Grandpa) and I pretty much communicated by shoving things into their head. Effieicent, but I’m more or less convinced that it’s kind of violent and abrupt. I’m a huge bibliophile now - there’s something very elegant and delicate about communicating with words. I tried to talk to dad about it once, but he actually had no idea what I was talking about. The man’s intellect is fucking stunning. Whenever I show my mother my writing she coos and sighs and smiles at me. If I showed her every shit I took (pardon my crudeness, if you will), I think she’d react the exact same way. The same goes for Jacob - in his emails, he gushes over my word choice as best he knows how. We’ve actually started reading books together now, a two-person book club. Mom suggested Sonnets from the Portuguese. I went with Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Maybe he’ll get what I mean about language one of these days.
For now, though, I’m going to write here, where normal, decent people can read it and encounter my thoughts like normal, decent people. Maybe one day I’ll tell you guys about my limited experience with other full humans and how bad I was at using words as a kid. As “special” as my early development was, it’s kind of worrying that I wasn’t forced to use language. Now that I’ve read Chomsky I wonder if I would have never developed speech? Is telepathy language? Maybe I can convince Grandpa to sneak me in to give myself fMRI. Not that there’s any anywhere near Denali.
*sigh*
Well, hello from Alaska, Tumblr.
First OOC post!
This blog’s purpose is twofold.
1) It seeks to correct the violence committed against the art of characterization by Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series. It is often remarked that her ideas are excellent, but her follow through is abysmal. I plan to follow through, no matter how messy or squicky the consequences. As such, I may play a little fast and loose with certain elements of the Twilight universe, especially in regards to Nessie’s Special Snowflake status. Her age and aging process are going to be markedly different in this blog, because making a character perfect literally from the day of their birth is the kind of thing that makes the Twilight’s characters so utterly ridiculous. The purpose of this blog is to give depth and complexity to flat, simple characters, while sticking to the ground rules and backstories provided by the series.
2) It seeks to correct the violence done to women’s rights in the Twilight series. There have been many, many articles written about the abusive, controlling Edward, the entitled, demanding Jacob, and the ineffectual Charlie and how these men are the perfect storm for damaging Bella. In my opinion, Twilight is the “What Not To Do” for many major women’s issues: education, marriage, childbirth, abortion, financial independence, etc. Bella, though, is invited into this world. Renesmee is forced into it. It’s disturbing and I want to delve into that. While a certain amount of satire is absolutely present in this blog, I want to make it clear that when I write about pedophilia, sexual abuse and coercion, and emotional abuse, I will try to treat the subjects with gravity and respect. As such, they will be major themes of this story and I want to add TRIGGER WARNING to that.
I’m doing this as a fun authorial exercise and I hope you have fun getting to know Renesmee. It will update daily, I hope!
Disclaimer Major: I do not own any of the characters, titles, or concepts referenced in this blog. I am making no money off of it. They belong to Stephanie Meyer and her publishers.
Disclaimer Minor: I have not read Breaking Dawn. I was getting into the Twilight series while someone very close to me was going though an emotionally, sexually, and physically abusive relationship and by the time I got to Eclipse I was so sickened by the characters that I once loved that I couldn’t bring myself to read any further. As such, I’m getting most of my information from the Twilight wiki.
Welcome to Team Renesmee, guys!
(Any non-Twilight related questions, or just want to see what your faithful Authoress is up to? I’m here: resurrecttheliving.tumblr.com)
