I need to prove a point to my homophobic friend.I’m writing down the urls of everyone who reblogs this in a notebook, and will present it to my friend when it is sufficiently full.
You’re gonna need a bigger book
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (via rauchwolken)
this is an actual scene from the movie
Can we talk about how in Twilight mythology Jake was apparently in love with Bella’s egg while it was still in her ovaries? Because it’s been years and I’m still not over that.
even imaginary men in literature are genuinely so fucking disgusting
And lets not forget that SMeyer wrote Bella as being more incensed by a lame nickname than the fact that her best friend has just “imprinted” on her NEONATE daughter—who’s going to age to adulthood within a few years, and he’s gonna be “uncle Jacob”, til he’s not.
Bella, sweetie, big picture here.
SMeyer, creeper, eat glass.
the biggest problem being that Jacob kissed Bella against her will, and it was presented as romantic
that Jacob and Edward talked about forcing Bella to have an abortion and Edward offered Jacob the opportunity to have kids with her, without her even being present for this conversation, much less consenting to this, and it was presented as romantic
on top of all the times Edward dismantled Bella’s car in some way or another to prevent her from going places when he didn’t want her to
SMeyer deserves more shit for romanticizing abusive relationships throughout the entire series than for the strangeness of this once scene
well fucking said
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Chapter 5: Shocking Discoveries
I fell on my black leather couch heavily from exhaustion, the piece of furniture squeaking under my weight. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on a cushion.
"How did you manage to get out of there without giving her any answers?" Harry asked with something close to amazement in his voice.
"With a promise to go back tonight and tell her everything she needs to know" I replied noncommittally.
"But you’re not going to tell her everything, right? I don’t think she’s ready for all of this. Her whole life will change once she knows what’s really going on" Liam spoke out loud what I knew the rest of the guys were thinking.
"I never said I would tell her everything. I said I would tell her everything she needs to know" I clarified.
I opened my eyes to see approval in all of my friends’ faces, the gesture eased a bit of the weight I felt I was carrying on my shoulders.
"You’re clever, I’ll give you that. But even though I don’t think she’s ready to know everything, I feel like time is running out and we don’t have enough left to ease her carefully into our world. We’ll have to explain everything sooner rather than later or it might be too late" Louis reasoned; and just like that, the weight was back on my shoulders.
I nodded in acknowledgement at his argument, letting him know that I heard him and took what he said in consideration.
"You’re right, mate. Time is running out. But I think I’m more worried at how advanced her abilities are. She actually read my thoughts, without even trying! And trust me, my wall defenses were definitely up. I didn’t let my guard down for second” I voiced my concern just to see it mirrored across their faces. We weren’t expecting Skye’s power to be so developed, which means it’s a good thing that she doesn’t control it or we wouldn’t be able to hide anything from her.
"I think that’s an even better reason to tell her as much as you can, before she realizes that if she focuses more, she can read in your mind everything that she wants to know" Harry said.
I let out another sigh.
"Alright. I’ll talk to her tonight. One of you will have to come with me. We’ll have to show her something or she won’t believe a word I say. I can’t tell her about me yet, that needs to wait. Anyone wants to volunteer?" I asked.
A piercing silence stretched in the room and I rolled my eyes.
"Harry?" I questioned. He usually was all in for anything.
"I don’t know… I don’t think I want her to know about me yet. It might scare her" he shrugged his shoulders slowly, his eyes evading mine purposely. I frowned at this.
"Dude, you saw how she reacted to us telling her about being a psion. Everything we tell her will scare her” Niall finally spoke up, his thick accent lacing every syllable.
"Then why don’t you volunteer?” Harry asked him in return.
Niall shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Because I would prefer not being at arms length away from someone who can read my mind. There’s things that I want to keep a secret” his words stumbled awkwardly out of his mouth. I tried not to think about those secrets that he wanted to keep unveiled and if I should worry about them.
I let out an exasperated breath, “Seriously? No one?” I asked, my voice rising with the bubbling anger that was threatening to reach the surface. They all looked at me, their eyes becoming worried just right before Liam stepped up.
"I’ll do it. It’s probably a bad idea for me to go first, but maybe it’ll make it easier for her to accept everything else" he stated, his brown eyes boring into mine, willing me to relax.
I took a deep breath and felt my previous anger dissipate quickly. They all relaxed visibly at the change. They knew better than to piss me off.
"Good, then I suggest you get some rest. It’s going to be an eventful evening for both of us" I told him.
The few hours of sleep I managed to get before work were haunted by nightmares that starred me, hearing people’s thoughts to the point of driving me to insanity. I woke up surrounded by damp blankets and bathed in sweat.
I took out a bit of time after taking a shower to make myself a hot cup of fresh tea. It eased the shakiness in my hands but not the nerves rattling my body over the anxiety of waiting until tonight just to hear something that I knew I would not be ready to deal with at all. But even though what has been revealed to me already sounds absolutely crazy and mad, part of me can’t help but to imagine the possibilities if it were true. If I’m really a psion, that explains a lot. How I always know what people are going to say before they say it and how I know when to push for something I want and what times I shouldn’t -just to list a few.
I always thought that maybe I had like a sixth sense or something, now I’m being told that it could be a lot more than that. It’s a scary thought, but also kind of exciting. I have always loved me some excitement.
The emotional strain from my thoughts was taking its toll and by the time I got to work I felt as exhausted as if I had just finished running a marathon. I ignored Jessica’s curious interrogation about last night’s events and quickly signed in. I was swiftly given a group to lead and I didn’t waste anytime in taking my tour group into the forest. I let out a sigh of relief every time I stopped talking and tourists walked around taking pictures, completely ignoring my presence.
I could feel my rigid stance relaxing under the shade of the huge weeping willow I was leaning on and my body temperature cooling down with the feathery touch of the soft breeze that rustled the leaves of the tree above me. For a brief moment, I closed my eyes and it’s almost as if I could feel every plant and every flower in my surroundings breathing their life into me. I felt their energy rushing through my veins along with my blood and I felt brand new.
“What are you doing?” the voice startled me and I tripped over one of the willow’s roots, thankfully the person was kind and quick enough to help me regain my balance with an arm around my waist before I met the dirt. I caught my breath as Harry’s twinkling dark green eyes held mine and a smile spread over his plump lips. He helped me stand upright and took a step back, giving me some space.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked in a hushed but accusatory manner, while I took a look at my tour group, however, they were still busy taking pictures and were not paying attention to this exchange.
“I came to give you this” Harry spoke, while handing me a neatly folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and read through the few words on it.
“Directions?” I questioned. My brow knitted together into a frown as I looked up at the devilish handsome features of the curly haired individual standing in front of me. He nodded.
“That’s where you’ll meet with Zayn. He wanted me to give you this… and to make sure you were alright. Are you?” I was surprised at the last part and it took me a moment to collect my thoughts.
“I think at some point I was at the bridge of losing my mind… but being out here, it helped. As long as I can remember, being surrounded by nature always had a calming effect on me. It’s almost as if the life of every living thing in here seeps into me. It feels revitalizing” I expressed. Harry smiled again, but softer this time as he glanced at the tree I was still leaning on.
“Some people have a strong connection to the Earth mother, and are therefore able to find comfort in nature. You must be one of the lucky ones” he said slowly, his voice hinting into a hidden string of old regrets.
Instead of asking him why he sounded so glum about it, I told him something else. ”When I was young my mom used to tell me that nature provides a sense of peace you can’t get with anything else”.
"Your mother was very wise" was all Harry replied, a ghost of a smile making an appearance.
"She really was. Though I never understood what she meant. Well, that was until I lost her and could only find a bit of peace when I was alone in this very woods" I was surprised at my own confession. This was something I never told anybody. Why was I telling a stranger?
"I’m highly offended at the fact that you still consider me a stranger" Harry spoke up in amusement. I frowned at this.
"I thought you guys told me you weren’t psions" I accused.
Harry grinned instantly, “I thought you said we were fucking crazy” he retorted.
I rolled my eyes.
"Don’t change the subject. Are you a psion?" I asked with maybe a slight edge to my voice.
Harry sobered up.
"No" he stated simply.
"Then what are you?" I demanded.
I knew very well I was in no position to make demands but I just wanted to make sense of everything. If this whole reading minds thing is real, then I’m pretty sure he just read mine.
"Don’t worry about that just yet" he responded, his eyes flickering momentarily to a reddish color and then going back to its original shade of green. Wait, what?
"Harry, I need you to tell me" I was almost pleading. His gaze held mine for a long second and then he averted his eyes.
"Not yet" he said whilst turning around to leave, then added "Oh and don’t forget to meet Zayn at that address" and then he was gone.
I huffed in indignation.
"It wouldn’t kill you to say bye" I muttered. It seemed like I always ended up irritated after a conversation with any of these strange men. It must be a sign.
A six hour work shift, a change of clothes and a few wrong turns later, I parked my car in what looked like an old abandoned building in the middle of freaking nowhere.
I stepped out of my old green jeep and took a minute to tie down one of the loose shoelaces in my pair of worn out converse. Then I continued forward, pushing open a rusty old fence.
The sun was setting in the horizon, making the sky look like it was bleeding. I never was fond of sunsets. Some people thought they were beautiful and romantic. I thought they were sad and tragic. The end of a perfectly good day.
I wasted no more time and entered inside of what was left of the structure. It was incredibly dark even though it wasn’t fully night outside.
"Hello" I shouted to announce my presence. The echo of my greeting carried along inside the space until it died out.
A creaking sound on my left side put me on alert. It sounded as if someone had stepped on a loose wooden board.
"Zayn?" I called out. I got no response.
Another floor board sounded on my right, I turned quickly in that direction. I could feel the hairs on my arms standing up as a chilly wind from outside came through the opened door. A huge shiver ran through me, but I ignored it.
"Zayn, I know you’re here" I said with more confidence than what I was feeling.
"If you don’t come out right now, I’m leaving and calling the police" I warned.
A swish sound sounded from behind me and my body followed it quickly.
"Zayn, I’m serious" there was a slight tremble in my voice. I was never fond of old abandoned buildings, especially at night.
"I really don’t appreciate your threats" Zayn spoke softly on my ear, his body warmth telling me that he was standing closely behind me. I jumped a little at his voice but didn’t move a muscle.
"I wouldn’t have to threaten you if you stopped making everything so difficult" I argued, finally mustering up the courage to turn around and face him.
I was right about how close he was standing behind me, because as I fully face him, he stood only a few inches away from my face and only because he was taller than me; God knows he’d be closer if we were the same height.
"I’m not trying to make it difficult, it’s just not an easy task, telling you what I have to tell you" he spoke in a soft but seductive slow tone of voice, his breath fanning my face thanks to our close proximity.
I could feel my heartbeat picking up its pace in my chest but I kept my voice neutral, not showing him the effect he had on me.
"Maybe you should just rip off the ban-aid and let me deal with the mess" I suggested.
"Maybe I should" he remarked.
I couldn’t see all of his features but my eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and I could make out the silhouette of his face and what I assumed was a smile.
I heard his footsteps as he walked away and before I could call out for him, the lights were on. They weren’t very bright, but they radiated enough light for me to note that the inside of the building was deserted. There was no furniture, no chairs, no anything. Just large strands of spiderwebs across the windowsills and lots of dust covering pieces of broken glass that laid on the floor.
The floor groaned under a body’s weight and I turned to face Zayn.
"So, I’m here. Tell me everything that I need to know" I said this while crossing my arms in front of me. Zayn arched an eyebrow at my stance and then shook his head as he smiled. He was amused.
"Alright Skye, I’ll tell you what I can. Not everything. There’s a lot that you need to see and that I can’t explain" he told me. I narrowed my gaze suspiciously.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Not yet, sweetheart. First, let’s start with the basics" he started pacing around the place as my gaze followed him, never letting him out of my sight. I still didn’t trust him and I was here alone with him. If I needed to make a run for it, I had to keep my eyes open for some kind of sign that he was ready to hurt me.
"I’m listening" I mumbled. But I knew he heard me.
"The world is not what you think it is. There is so much that you don’t know, things you can’t even imagine. Most things are not what they seem to be and you’d be surprised to know half of the people you know are not who they say they are" Zayn explained.
I gave him a wide-eyed confused look and he sighed.
"I’m not what I look like…" he started saying. I stared at him and he shook his head " I mean I am but not really" he let out a frustrated groan when he realized he was going nowhere with this, then pushed a hand through his dark mane of hair.
"Alright. Let’s start with something more simple. You are going to see something very strange, but I need you to stay calm and for the love of God… please don’t scream". I frowned at Zayn’s words. I was about to open my mouth to ask him what he meant by that when my eyes caught a dark figure coming from the shadows of the back wall of the building. As he took a couple of steps forward, the light started illuminating his face and his features started becoming more clearer.
"Liam?" I asked.
"Don’t be scared" he stated flatly.
He took a few more steps closer but stopped several feet away from me. His face was sculpted into a rigid expression and as I held his brown unblinking gaze, I saw his eyes change into a moon silver color. I gawked, ready to tell him what happened but I kept quiet as he proceeded to take of his leather jacket while still holding my gaze. Once the jacket was off, he got rid of his black tank-top as well, remaining in only his jeans and shoes. I tried to avoid letting my gaze wander over his well built body but I found the task difficult as he started twitching at weird angles.
"Are you alright?" I asked worriedly. He didn’t respond and I stole a glance at Zayn, who was watching Liam intently with arms folded against his chest.
"Keep watching him" he ordered me. For once, I did as I was told and returned my gaze to Liam.
I was surprised to find that the scene before me was changing… no, correction, it was Liam that was changing.
Bones and muscles twitched and stretched under his skin, protruding to the point that they almost broke free of his body. Liam’s head snapped backward and I swear I heard his neck break. I watched in horror as Liam’s body kept twitching and snapping in awkward places, while his face contorted with anger, changed form and grew a lot more facial hair. Liam or what was left of Liam, growled at me, a sound so animal and inhuman that I took a step backward.
After minutes of torture that seemed like an eternity, the huge beast before me howled long and steady, covered in all brown fur.
"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me" I swore.
Liam was a fucking werewolf.
A/N: So… THAT happened…. what do you think? lol. Please let me know :)
-here’s a picture of Liam with silver eyes
stiles + being cute/hot/stupid/adorable/a dork/himself (3a)