very gay

[yo-daddys-my-bitch]

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

[hermes-is-my-homeboy]

10 of Pentz came thruuu

[violaslayvis]

Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!

[borkdork]

I could seriously use this money right now….

[ashashi-corner]

Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…

[hermes-is-my-homeboy]

I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash

[hermes-is-my-homeboy]

No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.

[mchashimi]

So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.

[penprp]

Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…

[leradny]

I NEED TO FIX MY CAR DOOR

[getlostpeeves]

It fucking WORKED.

[shitforks]

SMeyer hatred for women and POC was so fucking intense in her writing. All these women had horrible backstories while men had like eh somewhat of something bad happening to them. Emse? Abusive relationship and lost a child, later attempting to commit suicide. Carlisle? His father was religious and he turned into the evil creature they feared. Rosalie? Had virtually no one actually care about her in her human life and was raped. Emmett? Mauled by a bear and saved before anything truly bad happened. Alice? Mother died, thrown into a psychiatric facility, hunted down by James until she was forced to be turned into a vampire, had to be alone for a long time. Jasper? Was a CONFEDERATE soldier, was found by a MEXICAN woman (who was seen villainous) and turned into a vampire, had to be in an army. Bella? Neglected most of her life, was thrown into a world of the supernatural, every 5 seconds someone was trying to come for her. Edward? Spanish influenza.

Jacob? Lost his mom, had to take care of his disabled father. His sisters basically abandoned him. Was thrown into a world he basically did not want, while trying to keep his best friend alive. Leah? The guy she loved ended with her cousin/best friend. Lost her dad to a heart attack, gained an ability and was thrown into a group where she was seen as a pest, and had to be with her ex. Probably lost the ability to have children.

Like SMeyer, I get it. You’re hateful, but give them a Fucking break you wench. Let them LIVE.

I didn’t even add the villain’s stories because we all know how fucked up THOSE are.

[gaytwilight-trash]

there is no new rosella fanfiction and i personally find this offensive

[gaytwilight-trash]

Guilt about Twilight

This is just something I have to get off my chest. I like Twilight -- or, more accurately, I like the gay renaissance version where things are less problematic -- but I hate all the terrible things that Smeyer put in it. When I first read the series I was twelve and I didn’t see all the sexist and racist implications of what she wrote. Part of that was ignorance; I’d never been in a relationship so I didn’t know that watching someone sleep without their consent was creepy, and I had a lot of internalized misogyny that prevented me from seeing how abusive some of the characters were. 

I’m also white. When I read the series, I didn’t know that the Quileute tribe was real, and I didn’t know much at all about colonial history. I don’t live in America (I’ve never even been) so I didn’t pick up on the obviously racist themes of the werewolves and the way Jacob Black’s character was treated. Bigotry is very contextual, so while I didn’t know that cutting the hair of a native character has such a long and awful history, it is clearly a racist choice on the part of the author.

So that’s what I wanted to get off my chest. I’m older now and understand more, but heaven knows I’m not perfect. Unlearning bigotry is hard but not impossible -- it just took some growing up and a lot of questioning my own assumptions. I’m still grappling with the ethics of enjoying Twilight, because can anything really be separated from the pain it has caused to real life people? I don’t know. 

Anyway, I thought I’d get some other people’s thoughts on this, and I’ll put some links below for helpful websites/charities.

https://quileutenation.org/

https://www.burkemuseum.org/static/truth_vs_twilight/

https://www.womensaid.org.uk/information-support/what-is-domestic-abuse/

[gaytwilight-trash]

The Pup: Chapter 2

I stared in shock. How had the pixie-girl known I was there? She hadn't looked at me, not even once. I shuffled further into the dirt, trying to blend in, but the movement caught the eyes of the humans and their heads snapped towards me.

"Oh look! It's a puppy!" The short girl said.

A puppy? I'd changed into a puppy? I knew I was small, but that was way smaller than I was expecting. Behind the girl two others were staring at me; there was a big buff man with curly brown hair and a grin, and the other person there was a girl -- no, a woman -- with beautiful blonde hair and a figure that a model would die for.

All of them were brilliantly, unnaturally beautiful. They were utterly flawless, not a hair out place, even in the rain, with pale, blemish free skin and gorgeous golden eyes. There was something other worldly about them, though, something not quite right -- they were too pale, pale like the dead, and they had purple bruises under each of their eyes. They moved with such grace and precision they barely seemed to be moving, but rather floating along. I could feel their gaze on me, and it was making me nervous.

"Yes, Alice, it's a puppy, can we move on now? We're meant to be home in ten minutes," the blonde girl looked at her watch.

"But look at him, isn't he sweet?" The short girl -- Alice -- leaned down towards me and reached out.  "He's shivering in the rain, poor thing!"

I crawled away as she reached her hands out to me, but Alice was too quick. With a speed I'd never seen before she cupped her hands around me and pulled me out from under the bush. I tried to bite at her -- to make her put me down -- but she didn't even respond, and her skin was cold and hard, like marble, beneath my teeth.

"Why are you picking it up, Alice?" The blonde girl asked, her voice exasperated. "Put the dog down and let's go."

Alice sighed. "I had a vision, okay? We're keeping the puppy."

I saw the blonde girl and the buff man both stiffen. What had Alice meant by 'vision'? Whatever it was meant to mean, the other two were certainly paying attention once she'd said it.

Alice brought me up to her chest and held me close. I yapped in indignation but it didn't do anything, she just ignored it as she turned to her companions. This close to her I could hear her heartbeat -- or, rather, the lack of one. There was no way she, or the others, could be human; it was just too strange.

"Why do we keep it?" The buff man asked.

"I'm don't know that yet, Emmett, I just know that it's important."

The man nodded. "Okay then, let's go home."

The other girl was glaring at Alice, her arms crossed. Her gaze was like a thousand nails pointed directly at her. She looked fierce.

"Trust me, Rose."

The girl -- Rose -- sighed. "Okay, Alice, but if it has fleas then I'm kicking it out myself."

Alice giggled, her voice like a bell. "Sure thing, Rosalie."

She held me tightly against her chest as they walked through the forest, humming along to herself. I was growing more and more worried -- a weird stranger had just grabbed me from nowhere and had persuaded her friends to take me back to their house. I was not happy, and even more than that I was scared. What if they wouldn't let me go? What if I accidentally shifted?

I yelped some more, but all it did was make Alice hug me more and try to pet my fur. After a few minutes she stopped again and I noticed that we had reached the end of a clearing. I was facing Alice and couldn't see where we were -- not to mention it was still raining solidly, and the water was getting in my eyes -- but I could only guess that we had arrived at the house they were talking about.

I heard a door open and then the sound of a cooing woman. I was lifted from Alice's arms -- still yapping, trying to wriggle out of her grip -- and was placed into the soft iron hug of another woman. I could smell that, despite how human these people looked, there was something strange about them.

"What have we got here?" The woman said, her voice as high as Alice's, but only because she was using a baby voice with me.

"We found this little guy out in the woods. I had a vision about him before, though, so we should keep him."

The blonde girl -- Rosalie -- sighed. "We haven't had any pets in years. They're too gross to keep in the house."

"But he's important! I promise it's a good idea -- you'll love him soon enough." Alice turned a pair of big, sorrowful eyes on Rosalie, and they obviously worked. She nodded curtly before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The house I was in was big and modernist, made of clean black and white lines and with an open plan design. A few pieces of pristine wooden furniture were placed within eyesight, and the back wall was replaced entirely with glass. The woman holding me tutted at the state of my fur and carried me from the living room to the kitchen as she spoke to Alice.

"I'll get him cleaned up if you're determined to keep him, " she said, but she didn't sound unhappy with the arrangement. I tried to bite her hand, but it had no effect.

"Thanks Esme. I'll go down to the store with Emmett to get some food and things. Oh, what kind of collar do you think I should get?"

"Whichever you think looks best, dear, I'm sure the dog won't mind."

I growled in response, objecting to the entire idea of having a collar at all, and the two women laughed.

"It sounded like he was agreeing with you there!"

****

@ficrecsandshipwrecks wanted to be tagged, since I’m pretty sure they’re the only one reading this, enjoy!

[gaytwilight-trash]

The Pup: Chapter 1

Bella’s PoV:

The forest was quiet around me, the only sound for miles was the soft gushing of a stream, small enough to step over, and the rustling of a bird in the canopy above. The sun shone through the leaves, glinting of the water in the stream and illuminating the dirt by my feet. I sank to the ground. I was tired and aching, my body was numb; I wanted so badly just to let go, just to be free. I curled myself up in the mud and fallen leaves and held back tears -- I could feel the itching in my skin, the change that was already starting, if I would just let it begin... but no. I couldn't. It was out of the question.

I was hungry. I looked around me, my eyes wondering from mud to branch and back to mud again. I could easily have died out in those woods. I knew where I was -- or, rather, I thought I did. I had been running for so long, I must have gotten to Washington, to where my Dad lived. Charlie. What would he think of me? When he knew what I had done? If things were simpler, then maybe I could have gone to him for help. As things stood, however, I was alone.

I felt my eyelids drooping... I was so tired...

I shut my eyes. The noises of the forest continued around me. I thought that if I could just lay there for a second, then maybe I could fight the change. Quickly, though, the darkness consumed me, surrounding me with sleep and the night. Soundly, in a heap on the forest floor, I slept.

***

I dreamt about my home town, where I had been born. Before the accident -- the mistake -- I had hated the small town vibe and all its greenery. It was too wet, too miserable, and I hated having to visit my father there every summer. After the accident, though, I felt a strange yearning to go back. There was something about the mountains and the mist and the near constant mud that drew me in, like I was a fish on the line and Forks was reeling me in. The pull was real and palpable, as real as the forest around me, and when I awoke from sleep deprived coma, I knew that I had to return.

I had been right when I thought that sleeping in such a weak state would make me vulnerable to it. As I opened my eyes I realized that I had changed, this time into something much smaller. I lifted my head -- my snout -- and tried to change back. No luck; all I could manage was a little snuffle and then a tiny sneeze.

I resigned myself to this form until I regained my strength. Luckily, it's easier to find food for an animal than a human, so I hoped it would actually make my journey easier -- and it was going to be quite some journey. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet, or, rather, to my paws. I could still feel that pull, that invisible thread tying me to Forks. Perhaps, if I just followed it, I would find my way there.

With a little yap, I started forwards, trotting in the direction of the pull. Hopefully, I would find Forks, and maybe my father. Maybe, if I kept on running, I would out run the guilt.

***

It took me a week to run to Forks -- my legs were smaller in this new form, but faster; and I was much too small to hurt anyone. Finding food was harder than I thought; I had to hunt for the first time in my life, and although my belly was smaller it still took ages to find something big enough to eat. Raw rat meat wasn't particularly tasty, and although it didn't make me wretch as much as it would have if I were human, it was pretty grim to eat.

Eventually, I felt the air change around me. The mist got thicker and the now familiar tugging that I felt pulling me towards Forks disappeared. I knew I had arrived.

I slowed won my pace. I was still weak from the journey; I had been in the same body for a week and I wasn't sure if I was strong enough to change back. I thought that perhaps it would be better just to lay low for a few days and gather my strength, I could make a plan from there. I wanted to scout out the area anyway, to see how my father was doing before I decided whether or not I was going to come barreling back into his life.

I was approaching the border between the forest and the highway. In the distance cars drove down the road and the rain splashed against gravel. My hearing, which had improved a lot since i'd changed, let me hear all the little details my human ears used to miss -- like the footsteps coming towards me.

I froze. They were coming fast -- too fast a human -- and I didn't know what to do. They were coming towards me faster than I could run, and they were bigger, by the sounds of it, too. My fur was dripping wet in the rain and I was cold and tired -- I just wanted it to be over with. Why did something always have to go wrong?

I ducked under a nearby bush, hoping that it would hide me. I crouched down in the mud and tried not to make a sound. the running -- the footsteps -- got closer, closer and closer, until it stepped out from the trees.

I blinked in surprise. The beings in front of me were human, despite how fast I was going. I watched them one by one as the came ran to a stop and slowed down. The first one, who was small and pixie-like, with short black hair, was gesturing for the others to stop.

"Shh," she said. "There's something here."

[gaytwilight-trash]

Hi there! I’ve been lurking around the Twilight fandom here for a while but I kind of want to write some fanfiction now and actually contribute to our renaissance. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you all and if you have any gay Twilight writing prompts then send them my way!