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@palearizona
a private rp blog for ISABELLA "BELLA" MARIE SWAN from the twilight saga. yanked from the fandom and interpreted as an original character. written as a supernatural beacon. heavily headcanon based and canon divergent. low activity. anti s meyer and twilight critical. by finch (she/her, 21+, asian)
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i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite
bellaesthetic of the day ft a much overdue pinterest board update
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
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bellaesthetic <3
I feel terrible. Like I'm trapped under a rock.
HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE dir. Hayao Miyazaki
send π for a dialogue starter from a book; ft the kiss quotient by helen hoang
swapping fanfic recommendations wasn't exactly on bella's bucket list for the summer, but things happen. it was a slow day at the library, and nesta was an interesting patron. "just visiting for the summer," she told bella a week ago. it had been a week full of smut recommendations. that, and nesta gushing over one of bella's super secret erotica books under her super secret pen name. she wasn't going to be bursting the other woman's bubble anytime soon by telling her about the whole librarian by day/erotica author by night thing either. "it's beautiful, but so sad. do you know anything happier?" they're talking about this one ficβit went viral on tiktok a couple of weeks ago for the author's rage bait author's notes. that and there was apparently a fight scene inspired by real events (though bella certainly thought it was embellished). "the smut is so good though, i can't put it down. it sucks when fics aren't finished because what am i supposed to do while i wait, you know?" / @deathsconsort
in the end, everyone wants to be remembered.
meme.
"what do you want to be remembered for?" it's whispered out loud in the quiet of their tent. bella rolls over onto her side so she can look at velma fully, though she doubts the other can see her well without her glasses. she wriggles once to get comfortable in her sleeping bag and wipes the fog from her eyes. it's lateβprobably past midnight. but neither of the two women find sleep. instead, they've been talking quietly (and not so quietly), their laughter bouncing around the tent and echoing in the woods. this camping trip might be their greatest idea yet. "i think i'm content with my life right now. i feel this sense of purpose whenever i help someone who comes into the library whether they're looking for a book or a flyer for resources, you know?" she lets out a long breath. "i mean, i don't think i'm going to save a million lives or anything. but if i can make a positive difference in my community, i think it's worth it."
the forksβs library has a summer reading challenge and bella wins every year
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bella is anemic and gets iron infusions. the iron is injected straight into the iv line and is a sludgy dark brown color that must be administered slowly over a period of five minutes. as someone with an overactive imagination who is already squeamish with blood, she's not having a good time LOL
widow's bay: season 1.
dialogue prompts from the first season of widow's bay.
don't act like you're better than everyone else.
i don't want any gossip. not today.
apparently there's no age limit on syphilis.
what town doesn't have a checkered past?
there are some people who want to be miserable.
i don't know how to get through to you.
you cannot keep sneaking out at night. do i have to put bars on the windows?
god, _____ used to make me laugh.
you were the best surprise of my life.
i just want to keep you safe.
you just cannot stand someone else being in charge, can you?
there's misogyny in the air. more than a whiff.
they'll drag you down with them, if you let them.
don't you raise your voice at me.
where are you headed? can i offer you a ride?
whatever weird tale you're about to tell me, i don't want to know.
i can't believe i let you into my head again.
i can't imagine what that must have been like, all on your own.
i shouldn't be asking you. it must be so hard to talk about.
i don't need your negativity today. just be supportive.
why are you always so nasty to me?
i know that you asked me to be supportive, but i have my qualms.
you can't just lock me in here.
i can see you calculating how much you think you can get away with in 30 minutes.
were you going to tell me?
you like to watch other people, see into their business.
you are our only hope against this darkness.
frightened men will do desperate things.
you know i've always been on your side.
it's what you promised.
fuck me? fuck you!
i will never understood how the fuck you got your job.
i wonder what my last words will be.
you old dog.
i seem so cold, but i have a heart.
things are gonna be different from now on.
i'm fine, i promise. it's just a flesh wound.
you need to learn to knock, cowboy.
you know what they say: the family that swims together, drowns together.
i thought you had forgotten about me.
i'm sorry, i didn't realize you went to medical school.
how about some tea?
i got a joint. let's smoke it.
it shouldn't be that way, but it is. there's no way around it.
you can't control the bad things that happen in life.
we live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it all the time is love.
life is a house of horrors. you should know that better than anyone.
i've always worried about you. you avoid the truth.
i don't understand why i didn't just listen.
you're a good person. you don't deserve this.
it feels so good to finally say all of this out loud.
the pull-out method just doesn't work.
you are always lying.
This is me btw
how are you so quiet about it? your sadness i mean. how do you hold it in your chest, in your eyes, in your teeth without letting it speak; how does it stay still?
LOVE, ROSIE (2014) dir. Christian Ditter
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drops my meme tag so u can send me prompts and i can write u stuff
β i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating. β @palearizona
" why choose? " damon grins, chin resting on the heel of his palm, watching from his perch while she pulls books from the shelves β slim, pale fingers tracing spines, smoothing folded corners, restoring each one to its rightful place. it's methodical. and about as thrilling as watching paint dry. hypnotically dull, yet here he is.
it's been two weeks. two weeks of rotting in a musty, dusty, small-town library, come rain or come shine. sometimes he reads. mostly, he watches, unable to shake his interest in this otherwise unremarkable girl. who are you bella swan? what am i missing? he hums, tilts his head, knowing no matter how he stares, or lingers, she'll be entirely unperturbed. " you, on the other hand, are uniquely frustrating. "
she rolls her eyes at his reply. "don't let it get to your head." it's a slow day today (though all the days are slow), so she doesn't mind that he follows and makes conversation. his words bring her pause, and she glances up from the book cart she's busying herself with. "am i now?" there's a hint of surprise in her voice, but the longer she thinks about it, the more smug she grows. he has been here every day. sometimes reading, mostly watching her. not that she's been paying attention. he's just difficult to miss, she tells herself. it's easy to get lost in the act of shelving books, straightening the shelves, or helping patrons at the desk. albeit therapeutic, her day is predictableβshe knows what to expect. damon's presence has disrupted that. even more so, his interest has rattled her, though she'd never admit it out loud.
"on the contrary, i think you're the only one who thinks that. besides, i already told you. i don't know what's wrong with me either." she gives him a long, assessing look. brown eyes pass over his face, studying the micro movements of his expression. his face is annoyingly difficult for her to read. "i don't get why it's that big of a deal anyway." bella pulls a book off the book cart and scans along the shelves for its place. she lets out a breath when she realizes it's on the top shelf just out of reach when she left the stool behind two rows ago. she holds the book out to him before pointing to the top shelf. "here, make yourself useful will you? the author is smith. this book would go right here."
