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“You know, I don‘t remember much, but I do remember thinking there was nothing more powerful on this planet than just plain old hunger. Turns out, THIRST IS WORSE.” // As understood by Melissa. || GOOGLE DOC. carrd pending.

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honestly wondering if it would just be easier to remake this blog all together ; the clutter is atrocious.

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all righty ! please follow me at @newbrn ; just pardon the construction dust, but pinned post, tag directory and google doc is up.

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honestly wondering if it would just be easier to remake this blog all together ; the clutter is atrocious.

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“You know, I don‘t remember much, but I do remember thinking there was nothing more powerful on this planet than just plain old hunger. Turns out, THIRST IS WORSE.” // As understood by Melissa. || GOOGLE DOC. carrd pending.

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bree's birthday was yesterday. < / 3 so we are just gonna pretend it's today. i didn't even realize logging back into this blog today that it was until i looked back on my google doc. anways, i'm back!

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Unbelievable (2019) Created by Susannah Grant, Michael Chabon, and Ayelet Waldman

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i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good

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... i resurface to inform you bree is a hufflepuff, that is all.

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@newbrn​ gets a random thing from esme!

beaming  WIDELY  ,  she  took  bree’s  hands  in  hers  ,  walking  backwards  .  “  alice  asked  me  about  hobbies  &&  said  you  might  be  interested  .  ”  she  said  ,  moving  around  &&  grabbing  a  few  copic  markers  &&  a  large  canvas  pad  from  one  of  the  tables  .  “  so  i  took  the  liberty  .  i  also  got  -   ”  she  grabbed  some  from  the  shopping  bag  &&  presented  it  also  to  her  youngest  daughter  .  “  PAINTS  .  watercolor  &&  acrylic  .  i  wasn’t  sure  what  you  would  prefer  .  ”  still  smiling  ,  esme  watched  for  a  reaction  ,  not  able  to  read  minds  ,  predict  the  future  or  feel  others  emotions  .  

“  i  …  also  got  you  SOME  school  things  ,  ”  she  added  sheepishly  .  “   notebooks  ,  pens  ,  some  textbooks  .   i  know  it’s  maybe  too  early  to  think  about  public  school  -  i’ll  leave  jasper  to  GAUGE  that  one  -  but  we  have  a  library  &&  i’m  sure  i  could  teach  some  english  &&  math  until  you  feel  ready  to  enrol  .  ”

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“i’m--- i could use both, thank you!” bree mumbled, blushing with the fresh animal blood coursing in her veins. esme really didn’t have to, but still, bree found herself smiling, golden eyes lighting up with eager delight as she took hold of the bag and peeked inside at the assortment of colors her mother had gotten her. the newborn had only recently started drawing, coloring in a secret book she kept hidden in her room with crayola pencils, but the sight of a few more mediums inspired a couple fun ideas.

the mention of school had her pausing. bree hadn’t thought about it too much, though it crossed her mind here and there that she’d have to enroll in forks high school without the rest of the cullens. that she had to enroll in school at all and so soon had her nervous, afraid she might make a mistake. and then there was a more mundane concern: “i--- um, i never. i was usually pretty bad in math, so maybe...?” school in general had been tedious. she slept poorly and was frequently late, had trouble focusing, and had almost been in trouble for truancy-- all results of her home environment at the time. bree was almost certain she would be behind if she joined the ninth grade now without some help to get her caught up.

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empaath​:

she’s  so  quiet  as  she  approaches  him  that  it  doesn’t  REGISTER  with  him  for  a  few  minutes  .  taking  in  the  newborns  has  both  made  him  tense  &&  reserved  but  a  small  space  left  open  for  bree  that  she  had  managed  to  squeeze  herself  through  -  but  right  now  ,  all  his  tension  was  redirected  towards  …  towards  bella  .  &&  himself  .  his  head  lifted  only  slightly  as  she  sat  next  to  him  ,  staring  out  into  the  wilderness  the  balcony  OFFERED  them  ,  they  spoke  a  few  words  here  &&  there  before  bree  got  it  .

the  thoughts  had  been  turning  in  his  head  ever  since  he  heard  the  story  from  edward  about  how  bella  had  been  able  to  deflect  not  feeding  on  those  hill  climbers  .  had  he  been  deluded  his  whole  life  in  thinking  newborn  madness  was  a  thing  ?  he  had  never  seen  the  others  in  their  first  year  .  were  they  all  as  controlled  as  bella  ?  was  newborn  MADNESS  even  a  thing  ?  or  was  it  a  product  of  the  wars  ?

was  it  him  ?

fuck  what  if  it  was  JUST  him  ?  what  if  his  emotions  had  caused  the  fights  within  the  newborn  army  ?  what  if  they  were  all  controlled  &&  it  was  him  that  was  to  blame  ?  him  alone  with  his  hunger  enhancing  the  ferocity  ?  jesus  ,  what  if  it  was  ?  what  did  that  mean  ?  would  it  be  better  if  he  left  ?  better  if  he  DISAPPEARED  &&  left  this  peaceful  family  alone  away  from  all  his  limitations  &&  hunger  .  

it  was  all  that  was  going  through  his  head  &&  perhaps  ,  he  had  let  slip  to  bree  what  he  was  thinking  ,  a  sigh  falling  from  him  as  he  stared  out  in  front  of  him  .  “  there  MUST  be  .  ”  he  mused  softly  .  “  one-hundred  &&  fifty  years  &&  i’ve  never  been  able  to  control  anything  as  well  as  her  .  ”  he  felt  his  jaw  clench  slightly  .  “  there  must  be  somethin’  wrong  with  me  .  i  thought  i  was  gettin’  better  &&  good  at  this  -  what  if  i’m  DOOMED  to  this  because  i  am  weak  ?  ”  he  turned  to  look  at  her  .  “  one  hundred  &&  fifty  years  bree  .  there  must  be  somethin’  wrong  with  me  .  ”

“there is NOTHING wrong with you.” bree almost felt like telling him he was supposed to be the smartest brother, but registered quickly that this didn’t call for any lightening mood- it was serious. this was serious, because jasper was hurt, because he was thinking he was lesser when he wasn’t. in the few months bree had been with the family she had decided jasper was one of their strongest, and not by the same standards that could be said of any physical strength. he carried the weight and burden of all their emotions every single day, as well as their thirst, and still made his way through to survive every passing hour. bree didn’t know what she could say to persuade him he was wrong, but she wanted to try. “i was in a newborn army, too. it wasn’t different than what you described. we were all crazy most of the time,” even bree, though not nearly as often as the others, sometimes found herself at the mercy of her own blood lust. even fred, even diego, and riley too, no matter how much he tried to act like their never-do-wrong leader. and sometimes, bree found the lust nagging at her still even when she looked calm on the surface.

she looked up at him, at her oldest brother, debating her next choice of words... but it had to be said, because it was also the truest point: “bella’s just... weird.” ever the observer, it was one of the most notable things about the vampire joining their family which was just as true even when she was human. bella’s mind couldn’t be read, her scent had called to each of them like a lure more than others of her past kind, and she seemed exempt from the same circumstances that had applied to nearly each of them in their newborn stages with exception to their father and jasper’s twin. bree rubbed at her arm. “besides, didn’t you say she was almost turned once, with venom and everything?”

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bestest​:

SETH HADN’T SEEN HER WHEN HE’D FIRST MET the Cullens, though he wasn’t sure if it was because she’d been there and he hadn’t taken notice or if she hadn’t been a part of their family yet. Either way, when he’d seen someone close enough to his age, Seth had been more than a bit excited. He couldn’t even imagine what she must have gone through to get to where she was - and he wasn’t sure they were at the point in their friendship where he could ask - but, thinking about the stories that he had heard, he knew it must have been rough. 

The statement caught him by surprise, head turning away from the scenery in front of him to glance at Bree, sitting a couple branches above him. His own piece of the tree shook as he laughed, hand gripping at the trunk so he wouldn’t fall out.    ❝ Wait, so you’re saying you guys can’t do it? ❞    he asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.   

   ❝ You should really get your money back, that’s such a ripoff. ❞

“no,” bree laughed, joy causing her eyes to squint as she peered down at him, watching him struggle to keep himself wrapped to the tree. she doubted he’d actually injure himself if he did fall, but just in case, at least she could put some of her new vampire powers to good use and catch him. “but since so many vampires have powers, i bet there’s one out there that can shapeshift. the rumor had to start somewhere, right?”

slowly, bree started to stand and faced the trunk. she started to climb higher. “there’s probably a lot out there if we exist. other werewolves and vampires. bigfoot is probably real. ”

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                         it’s  been  a  little  over  a  year  since  her  life  changed  forever  in  that  dance  studio.  she’s  been  on  the  run  ever  since,  battling  for  control  over  her  thirst  but  she  thinks  she’s  finally  learned  to  control  it.  (  or  at  least,  she’s  fed  enough  and  has  returned  to  forks  to  check  in  on  her  father.  )  the  plan  is  to  check  on  him  from  afar,  like  she  had  with  her  mother  a  few  months  prior.  facing  either  parent  right  then just  wasn’t  an  option.  she  had  no  explanation  she  could  provide  them  and  has  made  peace  with  the  fact  she  can  never  return  home,  can  never  have  a  normal  life  again.  

                        it’s  after  midnight  when  her  father  leaves  the  station,  which  should  come  as  no  surprise  for  the  brunette  but  it  definitely  left  her  hating  that  fact  about  her  father  right  about  then.  (  she  didn’t  plan  on  being  in  town  this  long.  )  she  watches  as  he  climbs  into  his  car  to  drive  home,  plans  on  taking  a  short  cut  through  the  woods  to  beat  him  there,  keep  an  eye  on  him  just  a  little  longer,  but  some  rustling  nearby  distracts  her.  the  stench  of  another  vampire  captures  her  attention  and  before  she  can  stop  herself,  curiosity  is  leading  her  in  the  direction  of  the  sound.  (  not  a  cullen,  or  at  least,  she  doesn’t  think  so  anyway.  )  

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bree has been a cullen for over a few months now since victoria’s attempt to rain her army against edward and the rest of the cullen family. she settled in well, all things considered, and was scheduled to begin the new school year in a two months as a ninth-grade freshman in forks high school. going out a little more often into town seemed appropriate, and it was then she had realized the scent of a vampire lingering nearby.

she tracked it into the forest, debating whether she should go and tell jasper and alice, or string emmett along just in case. before bree could stop herself and flee to her family, she was already stepping closer to the older teen, peeking out behind a bulky tree trunk with bright, gold eyes. “--- are you a nomad?” was probably the more important question bree found herself wondering, wary that maybe she had come with a coven or worse, was a scout for the volturi. at that thought, she was quickly regretting having approached her at all, noticing her red eyes.

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fuckingvictus​:

             the other will simply give her a look before turning back to look in front of him, rubbing the tense muscles of his neck. even if he could go out in the sun, he always did feel far more energetic during the night. probably didn’t help with his already short temper—…which only seemed to get worse with the whole half vampire thing. can you really blame her, though? “cappello?” he’ll walk after her, his own ears tuning into what may have been going on on the boardwalk. “sounds like he might be. i can hear the jazzy sound,” though he wasn’t going to complain. it was easy to dance with. “hey, is that why you suggested oil?” a joke, his elbow coming up to softly jab at her arm. 

“nooo,” bree answered, giggling. “cappello was just an after thought. his music is nice to listen to.” and it tended to hype up a crowd, or maybe it was just the man’s energy. he always played his instrument with so much vigor, it was hard not to get caught in the excitement he stirred up from the crowd. the only drawback was sometimes it could get too loud. heightened senses weren’t made to endure crowds for so long, especially when bree was still learning to battle the urge to plunge after people’s throats when she could hear the blood rushing through their veins. it was worse when their blood was pumping, pulses racing.

when the sound stage started coming into view, bree sat where she could listen to the music and get an ample view of the hundred-something teenagers and adults dancing and pumping their fists into the air. thirst was starting to burn the back of her throat and make her insides itch, meaning she had something else to consider: who she was going to drink tonight.

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i’m trying really hard to be here, but working full time and all-day shifts leaves me too exhausted to be here after work and since everything’s closed when we get off, that leaves me running errands on my days free so. ; A; please bear with me, i know i owe a lot of people replies on starters and threads but i’m tryinnng.

[pale-september]

Smell of old dusty books.

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letting a traumatized character have their happy ending where they can recover from their trauma will always be a thousand times more powerful than killing them off for shock value

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wolfonov​:

                     ❝       whoa.  you smell…  𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝.       ❞       understatement of the year,  dude.  she smells like him.  or rather -  that’s not right.  she smells absolutely nothing like him,  or elena,  or any other werewolf he’s come across.  it clings to the back of his throat and burns his nostrils,  sharp and chemical.  tolerable but extremely off putting.  like when katia would screw up painting her nails and the house would suddenly be filled with the smell of acetone,  a voice in the back of his head offers.

she smells like him in the sense that he can tell she’s something else.  not werewolf –  but not human,  either.  and while that alone should be enough to set off all the red flags his father taught him to look out for,  this wouldn’t be the first time his curiosity has gotten the better of him.       ❝       i could ask you the same thing.  i mean,  what kind of –       ❞       voice pitches lower,  just in case.       ❝       what kind of  wolf  are you ?       ❞      

“a wolf?” the presumption, though they are on questionable grounds, amuses her enough to pull up a faint, little smile. “i’m not a wolf. please tell me i don’t smell like one.” without meaning to, she takes a quick sniff at her sweater-- she doesn’t, thank god. she just smells like... whatever it is vampires smelled like. they certainly didn’t smell like age-old corpses, at least. “i’m a vampire.”

golden eyes glimpse up at the boy, whose big eyes remind her of seth. he looks innocent, but he’s still a wolf. they’re hundreds of miles from the reservation which means there isn’t any alliance she can depend on to keep her safe from whatever pack he hails from. the reminder has her stepping back from him, nearly afraid as her boots crunch over dead leaves. her body tenses, muscles coiling and readying to spring away from him as bree settles more distance between them. she’s already said too much, that enough could have just put her family in danger. “but-- but i’m not going to hurt anyone!”