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livelaughlapush · 1 year

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Unpopular Opinions: Twilight Edition

Jacob and Leah were the surprise couple we should have gotten at the end of twilight.

Yes, I am glad they ended up becoming cordial in the end, but I would have been happier if they had been in a romantic relationship.

In Breaking Dawn, Jacob sees a new side of Leah, a new side of her that he respects, and I wish for a new side that he would have ended up loving. I hoped that he would have seen how he and Leah were not so different, and he apologized for how she was treated. And she apologizes for taking it out on him And sees that they have a lot more in common.

But to me, although Jacob ending up with Leah does seem a bit cliché, and he (along with everyone in that franchise) didn’t deserve Leah, and she deserved more than being someone’s second, but there dynamic, also made more sense. They were both loyal; Jacob loved her brother like his own. When they were not on good terms, he was protective of her because he was protective of everyone in his circle. After all, it was right, and even though they didn’t like each other at first, at the end of the day, she was in his pack; she was family. Like, everything that Leah endured, he ends up going through as well, in a way (Even though Jacob does so many wrong things, I cannot lie and say he hasn’t been wronged too.) Like her, no one seems to sympathize with the fact that he is heartbroken; he takes it out on pack, and like her, he ends up becoming out-casted because of it.

And the fact that Leah can see everything that he is going through it makes sense as to why she doesn’t like Bella because she saw the times Bella rejected him; she saw that Jake was in love with this girl even though he knows it will never happen, she saw that Bella knew how he felt and just led him on. She saw that the unhealthy obsession was ultimately going to ruin his life, and in a way, almost did, and she understands loving someone you can not have, and to me, in a way, she is kind of protective of Jake. Yes, Jacob didn’t deserve her, but I have liked it if Jacob started to realize that he needed to grow up and move on.

I would have loved to have him and Leah imprint on each other, if not be romantic soulmates, but then best friend soulmates; they look up to each other, and Leah guides Jake to be better, as does he to her.

Or instead of imprinting, they both break the cycle, fall in love on their own terms, and leave forks together.

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renegadepack · 1 year

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just so everyone knows where i stand

#seth clearwater #sue clearwater #harry clearwater #leah clearwater #twilight #renegadejokes

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janes-eyebrows · 1 year

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The Last Of Us got Marcus AND Harry Clearwater in the show?? Casting director must’ve been a twilight fan

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #harry clearwater #Marcus volturi #the last of us #the twilight saga

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felixschokehold · 1 year

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I am loving that Marcus and Harry Clearwater have made appearances on TLOU (s1xe1, s1xe6)

#LOVE IT #i am loving this tlou x twilight crossover #harry clearwater #marcus volturi #twilight #the last of us #yeet #my post #own post

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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I am also not mermaid anon, but what if mermaid Bella met Jacob? (Maybe he decided to cliff dive and hits his head and she saves him or something lol)

The time Bella was a mermaid.

Jacob Has Himself a Really Weird Time

Jacob's grown up with his tribe being perhaps a little too religious and a little too into these old tribal legends. As in, they seriously think the doctor next door is a vampire and refuse to go to the hospital because of it.

Jacob's dying, just dying, over this.

But the point is that he's been raised being told this sort of stuff and being expected to take it at least somewhat seriously.

Then he runs into a fish lady.

Holy shit, dude.

Jacob goes to tell his friends: he met a mermaid. They don't believe him and suspect what you do: he hit his head, miraculously washed ashore, and had a weird fever dream about sea ladies with naked breasts (a worthy fever dream indeed).

Jacob asks his dad, teller of spooky stories taken entirely too seriously, about the encounter expecting that at least he might take him seriously.

Billy does but seems... not as thrilled as Jacob.

Billy's never heard about this before and it could be benign, could be a hallucination, but it also could be trouble...

He asks Sam to check it out. Unfortunately, Bella's in the water and Sam both can't track in there and is not going in there by himself (no other wolves at this point) where this thing could potentially kill their tribe's only means of protection against the Cullens.

Hm.

Jaws Starring Billy, Harry, Sam, and Not Jake

There's nothing for it, they have to do it the old-fashioned way. Billy, Sam, and Harry hold several bake sales to fund renting an entirely too decked out fishing vessel with radar. They're going hunting for this thing.

Jake, meanwhile, has been looking for Bella too (Bella hasn't been too receptive to this and has stayed out of his way) and is now losing his mind that his dad looks like he's going out on a whaling expedition to kill the mermaid.

Come on dad! She's not a vampire!

The Cullens aren't vampires either!

DAD!

As the vessel goes out, Bella catches on though, and makes herself scarce. She leaves the Forks area. Jake still insists to anyone that will listen that mermaids are totally a thing.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #bella swan #jacob black #harry clearwater #billy black #sam uley #meta #headcanon #opinion

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jacobyouidiotihadit · 1 year

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when i ask where the dumb hoes at and he walks in the room

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twilight-moodboards · 10 months

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Moodboard of Harry Clearwater with his family.

Requested by: anon.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight fandom #twilight characters #harry clearwater #for anon #mod cassandra

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real-time-twilight · 1 year

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New Moon in Real Time

February 25th, 2006 (Saturday)

Moon Phase: Waning Crescent 🌘

🌄 Sunrise: 7:03 AM

🌅 Sunset: 5:57 PM

New Moon, Ch. 10 ("The Meadow"), Pgs. 225--227 (to line 25)

12:00 PM (Approx.) - After a week not hearing from Jake, Bella decides to go see him in La Push, but the Black house is dark

12:30 PM (Approx.) - Bella stops at the hospital to see if Jake perhaps had to be admitted

6:05 PM (Approx.) - Charlie calls Harry Clearwater at Bella's behest. Harry tells Charlie that Jake has mono and that the Blacks have been having trouble with their phone line.

6:15 PM (Approx.) - Bella suspiciously googles the symptoms of mono, and decides to wait another week before trying to visit Jake again.

#twilight saga #twilight renaissance #new moon in real time 🥀#bella swan #real time twilight #jacob black #charlie swan #harry clearwater #billy black

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palmofafreezinghand · 1 year

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oh bill, i love you so...

Billy Black and Sarah Wilde get engaged. on ao3 here.

1984.

La Push, Washington.

The trip had been shit, the entire last three months of fishing had been shit. Not a single catch was worth the amount he spent on diesel. This time Billy would be lucky to get two hundred bucks for a week worth of work. He was halfway to Mexico — off the recommendation of Harry Clearwater who had caught enough bluefin to pay his rent for the rest of the year — when the engine started to click…again. Last time that had cost him almost a grand in parts and almost a month in a dry dock.

At this point he would be better off sinking the thing, taking the insurance payout, and working at the gas station for the rest of his life. He had missed last month’s insurance payment. It was between that and the slip fee. There went another one of his plans.

The boat pulled into its slip, the clicking louder and louder, like a time bomb, until he cut the engine. Then it was hauntingly silent.

Anxious to get to shore before the entire thing exploded, Sarah wouldn’t get his life insurance anymore, he tied the knots quickly, looser than he should have. Maybe he’d get lucky and it would drift out to sea, he’d have no other option than to work at the quick fill or maybe he’d get a job at the bait shop telling hobbyists what lure to use when he couldn’t manage to catch anything himself.

He threw the nearly empty cooler onto the dock, a week of exhaustion meant the cooler flew right over the dock and into the harbor, his spoils spilling into the sea. The gulls which had followed him in from a mile out, anxious to get spoiled bait descended on the gourmet feast. He cursed under his breath, watching two pelicans fight over a halibut larger than both of them combined. He threw his laundry bag onto the dock, which landed perfectly dry, because of course it did.

After he locked the boat up, although there was nothing to steal he didn’t need to find a sea lion in his bed, he jumped onto the dock himself. He landed wrong, not in the water, but his ankle rolled under him. Another expletive as he analyzed the sprained ankle.

He needed a drink. He needed a stiff drink. Hell, he’d take the bottle.

Sarah hated alcohol, so he rarely drank, but she wasn’t here. She was almost four hours away, ignoring his proposal.

When she got the almost full ride to the University of Washington there was no question she had to take it. She had offered to stay, to go to Pensiula instead, they would be able to see each other more often. He wouldn’t hear it. At that point, they had been dating for almost five years. They had started as two dumb middle schoolers who didn’t know a thing about love and then in the blink of an eye his grandmother was giving him the family ring and Mr. Wilde was asking when he was going to get serious.

He let her go without asking, he figured it would be easier that way, and it was until it wasn’t.

She had less than a year left, it might as well have been a death sentence for him. They hadn’t seen each other in months.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he decided to send her the ring, instead of waiting until they saw each other next. All he knew was two weeks ago he had driven down to the post office in Forks, wrapped the ring box in three dollars worth of bubble wrap, stuffed the package in a far too expensive cardboard box, tucked a simple note inside, and paid for overnight shipping for the first and only time in his life.

He waited by the harbormaster’s phone for three days, waiting for an answer to a question he had asked in a hundred unspoken ways. His boat bore her name, a deteriorating friendship bracelet that had never left his wrist since she had made it many summers ago, he spent every Saturday evening eating dinner with her family. It was a question he had waited to ask until he couldn’t anymore.

It was a question she had yet to answer. They had spoken on the phone twice since he sent the ring. On the first call, she hadn’t gotten the box yet, on the second call she had just picked up her mail but had yet to open the box but she promised she would as soon as she could.

They hadn’t spoken since. She had left a voicemail that she had gotten full credit on all her finals and she was excited to finally have a weekend off, she was doing something he didn’t quite catch with her friends. No mention of the ring.

He slung his laundry bag over his shoulder and fished his cooler out of the empty slip next door. A gull lunged at his hand, a half-eaten mackerel still hanging out of its mouth. He averted the attack and started to wheel his cooler down the gangway.

Someone in the parking lot was blaring their radio, some kids who should have been in school. He was barely twenty. Two years removed from being one of those rowdy teenagers ditching last period to linger around the harbor and he was already a cynic. They had warned him the sea would turn him cold, would take everything he ever loved until it swallowed him too, but he hadn’t listened.

A car horn honked. He didn’t look up. The kid probably bumped it, clamoring into the backseat doing something they shouldn’t. Billy had found himself in that situation before. Never in broad daylight, he’d been smarter than that. Well, Sarah had been smarter than that.

The horn blared again, longer much more intentionally this time.

“William Black Junior!” His head shot up. No one used his full name…except one person.

Sarah Wilde was leaning against the hood of her car, doors open, radio blaring. Much too far away for his liking.

“What are yo-”

“Listen to the song,” she shouted across the harbor.

He stopped, dropping the cooler by his feet. It was an old song, he’d heard it before, years ago, probably on one of his mother’s cleaning records. He didn’t know the song well enough to understand why Sarah had shown up unannounced simply to play him the song.

“ I was on your side Bill when you were losin'

When you were losin’”

He was certainly losin’ at the moment. He opened his mouth to speak again, and Sarah simply held out her hand to quiet him.

‘I'd never scheme or lie Bill there's been no fooling

There's been no fooling

But kisses and love won't carry me.’

Sarah was now holding a small box in her hand. Was it the same box he had spent a small fortune shipping to her? No. It couldn’t —

“'Til you marry me, Bill

I love you so I always will.”

Waves were crashing against the jetty behind him, threatening to drown out the song.

She opened the lid of his grandmother’s ring box, picked out the small heirloom ring, and slipped it on her left ring finger. The whole time singing along to the woman on the radio lamenting about her own Bill.

“Yes?” Billy stammered.

“You thought I’d say no?” She yelled over the gulls and radio.

“It took you two weeks to respond!” He shouted back.

“You sent me a ring in the mail. Who does that?”

“How else was I supposed to get it to you?”

“Just kiss her already!” An old man shouted from the dock across the way.

Sarah laughed, leaning into her car to turn down the radio as the song ended. Billy smiled to himself, picking up his empty cooler and full laundry bag and starting down the creaky gangway.

The short walk felt like a marathon.

He unlocked the harbor gate and was promptly greeted by arms latching around his neck. He dropped his cooler again but caught something, someone, much better.

The two broke the kiss when they were interrupted by cheering. From the docks, the nosy fishermen who had pestered him about settling down clapped, he could hear a few jokes about the big mistake Sarah had just made. He was too happy to care. From the small fish and chip stand by the shore came a roar of applause, from some of their best friends: Harry Clearwater, the head cook of said fish and chip shop, Sue Uley, and Billy’s best friend since third grade, Charlie Swan, who had been the first person Sarah called and the only person’s blessing she asked or cared for.

“You reek,” Sarah smiled, hands clutched on the lapels of Billy’s jacket.

“That’s me?” Billy asked, feigning innocence. He smelled like a bait box.

She laughed, a laugh he had missed more than land.

“You’re not quitting school,” he said, thumb brushing over her hand, settling atop the diamond.

“Can you stop worrying for one minute?” She grinned, leaning closer for another kiss. He happily obliged.

“Hey,” Harry shouted. “I have world-famous fish fry in here, come on!”

Billy looked up.

“It’s on the house,” Harry laughed.

“Alright then,” Billy smiled, slinging his arm around Sarah’s shoulders as they made their way across the parking lot.

They ate dinner happy as could be, and for the first time in his life, without a worry in the world.

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2000.

Somewhere in the Olympic Peninsula, Washington.

The Clearwaters had the children for the night. Sue had insisted he needed a night to himself. The last thing he wanted was to be alone. But, the one thing he wanted more than anything a month after he had received the call which stopped his heart was to break down. He refused to do this in front of anyone, let alone his children and so he found himself driving down the 101 at three in the morning.

That’s how he found himself driving down the 101 at three in the morning, sobbing. He had refused to get in a car for a week after the accident. But La Push was too small. Every single inch a reminder of her. Every street one she had been on. Every person, someone she had known, who looked at him with pity.

He needed out. He drove all the way to Astoria, without truly realizing it. He needed to make it back before school drop-off. He was in Quinualt, less than an hour from hom– the house, when the song came on the radio.

The truck swerved off the road and into the ditch as The 5th Dimension sang, ‘ I look at you and see the passion eyes of May .’

At some point, he managed to get out of the truck, hike down to the roadside phone, and call Charlie Swan. It was blurry.

An hour later a police cruiser, lights on, came to a screeching halt on the side of the highway.

It took Harry and Charlie till sunrise to pull the truck out of the ditch. Billy sat on the side of the road as they worked, working through a six-pack of Ballantines Charlie had brought. His first drink in fourteen years.

Charlie drove him home, without a question, Harry following in the now dented truck. They made it home in time for Billy to walk his kids to school when nothing else Billy Black was a man of his word.

#billy black #sarah black #charlie swan #harry clearwater #sue clearwater #twilight fanfiction #my stories #do you ever just think about billy black?

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