Looking back on Twilight criticism is so funny because mainstream crit (that I saw anyway) was all focused on "Ew girls like it" when literally the ENTIRE BOOK NEEDS CRITICISM IT STARTS WITH A CREEPY DUDE WATCHING A GIRL WHILE SHE SLEEPS AND WHEN SOMEONE ASKS "How much racism will Smeyer add?" SHE ANSWERED "Yes."
Exactlyyy. White ppl will like hide behind any type of marginalization they face (like misogyny, homophobia, etc) when they wanna dodge either being accused of racism, or things they like that are racist & being critisizes for that racism, even when said marginalization has nothing to do with it.
Twilight itself is an extremely misogynistic book, where it places White women as the ultimate standard of femininity, particular thin rich White women who are stay at home moms, home makers, etc, and places all other women as not as good or "pure" as them. Bella at 17 literally looks after her dad and cooks and cleans for him. Leah is demonized as a Native woman for literally no reason & gets used as a punching bag throughout the film & books. Abortion is seen as "murder", even when the fetus is slowly killing the mother & clawing its way out of her. There's more obvi but those are just a few examples.
But even if you ignore the racism or misogyny (which you shouldn't) it also romantisizes abuse, what with Edward fitting ALL "signs that your partner is abusive" ticks.
If you ignore the romantisization of abuse, it's also classist: the Cullens are upheld as this angelic set if vampires who are literally billionaires, and could go any fucking place in the world, but they decide to go to the one place they agreed not to go near (due to a treaty with the Quileute Forks) & where they were literally already colonizers who disrupted & harmed the Native population & where they're a threat to the Quileute & they go there for no reason. Edward replaces Bella's old car that her dad & Jacob had fixed up for her (which she had already stated to adore, one reason being that she has an interest in old things) with a sports car, purely to one up Jacob. They all drive various sports cars & Alice routinely wears & throws out clothes. They're held up to this romantisized standard against Bella & the Quileute tribe's middle to lower class status, & this is meant to be another point of why Edward is supposedly better than Jacob (because he is rich).
If you ignore the classism, racism, & misogyny then there's also the weird Mormon ideology literally baked into the entire series, & it can be considered essentially Mormon propaganda. The Native characters are demonized, obviously (considering Mormons literally think Native people are evil). None of the vampires have tattoos but all the werewolves do, & according to the lore, any and all tattoos get removed after becoming a vampire (which is what Mormons believe happens to tattoos in their afterlife). In the books, any poc who become vampires become pale regardless of their skin color in life, & again, this is what Mormons believe happens to poc who become Mormons & enter the afterlife. The whole "no sex before marriage" thing & the abortion thing. Bella & a lot of the other non-demonized female characters dress pretty conservatively, & Edward finds a full length skirt sexy & "indecent". The (white) vampires are repeatedly compared to "angels" & called beautiful & perfect. Other non Christian, non-Mormon religions (& the people that belong to/practice them) in the series are routinely demonized & mocked. Vampirism, but namely for the White characters, is literally an allegory for White Mormons in heaven.
If you ignore all the above and a bunch of other bigoted & weird shit in the series that I haven't yet mentioned, then it's genuinely just very dumb & badly written with stupid logic. Bella thinks it's weird how the Cullens all have really old names when HER name is literally "Isabella Swan". The Cullens literally hate the Quileute & "werewolves" for no fucking reason since they literally trespassed on Quileute land as colonizers in the 1800s, & it's already been established that the shapeshifters aren't even actually real werewolves in the lore so therefore they have no inherent quarrel with them based on the vampire vs werewolves thing, so they just hate them for no reason. The vampires keep going to high school & learning the same shit over and over again when they could be going to COLLEGE or idk doing something productive. Jasper apparently has to teach the Natives how to fight so obviously Smeyer has never seen a rez fight. Jasper is considered a "newborn" even though he was literally turned in the 1860s. Bella gave her kid the dumbest name ever. Ppl have been memeing & making fun of this series since it came out, & I feel like it's hypocritical for twilight fans to both say "ppl only hated it because girls liked it but its actually really good!" While also saying they find it hilarious even the actors made fun of it & hated making it because of its many faults (like so you agree? People made fun of it even back then?) And while also saying they "enjoy it critically" meaning. They admit there's something wrong with it, but still get mad when ppl critisize it.
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Another little IAU fic! I mentioned I was going to write this recently, and despite having a billion other things to work on I did this instead oof
This one is less lighthearted than some of them but... you know I love my angst. Sorry. It’s all good in the end.
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It was amazing how fast things could go wrong sometimes.
Time was seated on the front porch of their small house, keeping an eye on Twilight gently petting one of the neighbor’s cats while Malon attended to some chores inside. His son was absolutely delighted by the furry creature, and it let out a meow, Twilight giggling as it licked his hand.
Time felt a smile pull at his lips, aware that it had been a while since he’d made such an expression.
It was a surprisingly warm winter day, the promise of spring on the breeze, and he was taking the time to enjoy it, trying to put all thoughts of bans and supers from his mind. It was difficult though, especially when he heard the sound of a baby fussing from inside, and Malon shushing him.
Legend was a few months old now, and so was the law that made any sort of hero work illegal, leaving them all struggling with what exactly the future would hold for their family. They were all still processing everything that had happened, and trying to navigate life now that they weren’t allowed to use their powers for... pretty much anything.
Time sighed and shook his head, firmly getting rid of his thoughts. He’d come out here to enjoy the sunshine, not brood.
He continued to watch Twilight, the cat rubbing around him and purring so loudly Time could hear it from where he was sitting, and he chuckled. His son had a way with animals, just like his wife, and it was always endearing to watch.
Almost as if she knew he’d been thinking of her, Malon suddenly called his name from inside, and Time turned back to reply to her question. He had to get up and go to the door to hear her better when Legend let out a loud squeal, and looked away from Twilight for a moment.
And in the small space of time his eyes weren’t on his son, the cat Twilight had been happily petting got startled by a loud noise in another yard. It’s fur fluffed straight up, and it darted away from him, bolting towards the street.
“Kitty!” Twilight cried, and ran after it onto the pavement. Time turned back at his shout, eye widening as Twilight ran after the cat across the street, the creature already safely on the other side.
A car suddenly sped into view, and Twilight froze when he saw it, staring as it barreled down the street. The driver obviously couldn’t see him due to his height, and wasn’t slowing down a bit.
Time didn’t hesitate.
“Twilight!”
He bolted across the street as he activated his powers, lunging for Twilight and tucking him close to his chest as the car’s brakes squealed.
Metal slammed into Time, and while the impact didn’t hurt him, it did knock him forward a bit, sending him sliding across the pavement. He let out an involuntary grunt that was drowned out by the sound of the car crashing into him, and waited several seconds once it quieted to be sure the car had stopped.
Then Time uncurled from around Twilight and frantically looked him over, patting him down and then holding his shoulders.
“Twilight are you okay?” he asked urgently, and his son stared at him, his eyes wide with shock. He didn’t speak, but his face had gone white, and Time picked him back up, holding him tightly in his arms as smoke wafted up from the car beside them.
Twilight clutched at him with shaking hands, and Time ran a slow hand over his head.
“You’re okay, you’re okay pup,” Time breathed, Twilight trembling in his arms, Time’s own heart pounding like it would explode.
If he’d been even a second later...
“Sir! Sir is your boy...”
The voice died, and as Time turned around to look at the handful of people who had come to stare at the accident, he realized they’d all just seen him get hit by a car and come out of the ordeal unscathed.
And all of those people knew what that meant.
His stomach sank, and he couldn’t help but count the people that had gathered around, staring at him, at the car, at Twilight...
The first few that had approached were now looking at him with shock and distaste on their faces as they realized what had happened, and the man who’d been driving the car had gotten out and was staring between Time and the crumpled front of his vehicle with an expression that only grew angrier.
Time held Twilight more tightly in his arms, well aware that his eyes were still glowing as the crowd began to murmur.
“Link!”
Time turned at the shout to see Malon running towards him, and when she reached his side she immediately met his eyes, her face pale.
“Link, are you—”
“Take him, call Impa,” Time breathed, and Malon did as he said, though Twilight didn’t particularly want to leave his arms. He finally gave in once he realized who was taking him, and clung to Malon as she quickly strode back into the house.
Then Time turned back to the onlookers, and swallowed, letting go of his powers. He just needed to keep things calm until Impa could get here. She was always quick and would handle the small crowd, and make sure his identity was forgotten as well, but until she got here...
Time didn’t get a chance to say anything in his defense before the driver of the car stomped over though, his face red with anger.
“You! You’re a super!” the man bellowed. “You’re— you destroyed my car!”
Anger welled up in Time’s chest. “You were speeding in a residential area,” he shot back, glaring at the man. “And nearly hit my son due to it.”
The man glared back, and began spouting something about expensive cars and insurance and laws, but Time didn’t bother listening to him. He’d nearly run Twilight over and didn’t even care, there was nothing he had to say that Time wanted to hear.
“...better there’d be less of your kind around anyway...”
But that caught his attention.
Time whipped around and grabbed the man’s collar, feeling his power return in a rush of anger as he glared down at him.
“Say that again,” he growled, and the man balked as he stared up at Time.
The street went silent, and the man didn’t move for several seconds, squirming under his glare. But then he glanced at his car and seemed to regain some of his swagger, sneering as he met Time’s eyes.
“We don’t want your kind here,” he spat. “A danger to society is all you are, a bunch of freaks who think they can do whatever they want, all because they’ve got glowing eyes or laser powers or whatever other ungodly thing it is that’s wrong with you. And any spawn of yours is exactly the—”
Time slammed him against the side of his car, and the man’s mouth clicked shut, his sneer evaporating.
“Leave my children out of this,” he snarled, and the man seemed to finally realize the precarious situation he was in.
His face went pale, and he began to babble out some kind of apology, but Time was done listening. His vision had narrowed down to the man’s face mere inches from his own, and he nearly threw him through his own car’s windshield.
And then he remembered that it wouldn’t change anything.
Time continued to glare at the man, but the anger pounding through him was being slowly replaced with a drained feeling, and disgust as the man continued to grovel and apologize.
Time glared at him a moment longer, face still inches from the man’s own, then forced himself to release his collar and step back. Picking a further fight would only worsen the situation, no matter how badly the man deserved a solid punch to his nose.
A murmur went up around them, and Time suddenly remembered he wasn’t alone, a cold feeling swamping over him as he glanced around.
Any sympathy on the onlookers’ faces had been almost entirely swept away, and they were now looking at him with a mix of fear and hatred. Never mind the fact that he’d saved a toddler from being run over— he’d threatened someone with his powers, and in doing so, proved their prejudices correct.
He was dangerous.
The sound of a car approaching caught everyone’s attention, and Time relaxed a little as a van pulled up, and a stern-looking woman got out along with a few other people.
Impa.
The agent took in the scene with a slow glance, the onlookers’ murmuring doubled at her arrival. Then Impa met Time’s eyes, then sighed, shaking her head as he quietly let his powers fall away.
“Later,” she cut him off when he opened his mouth to explain, and gestured for him to go inside.
I want your side of the story, but now is not the time.
Time closed his mouth, and did as she said, turning and walking back to his house. He didn’t give the man or the onlookers a single glance as he passed them, and didn’t bother listening to whatever Impa had begun to say to the crowd.
He merely went inside, and closed the door.
It seemed strangely quiet as he walked in, Legend’s babbling quieted for once, and Time walked forward in a near daze. Something squeaked as he took a step forward though, and he paused, lifting his foot and staring at the little chew toy they’d gotten for Twilight to play with as a wolf.
The weight of everything that had just happened suddenly hit him, and Time pressed a hand to his forehead, slowly breathing out as he leaned back against the door. He’d just completely revealed his identity to a small crowd of people, threatened a man in front of them as well, and Twilight had nearly...
Time took a deep breath, forcibly tucking his thoughts away, then went to find where Malon had gone with Twilight.
He could think about it all later.
He found them in the living room with the first-aid kit, Malon cleaning up a scrape Twilight had gotten on his leg. She was just finishing putting a bandaid over it when Time walked in, and she met his eyes, her own shiny with worry.
He sighed and crossed the room, sitting next to her and putting an arm around her and Twilight.
Twilight was still clinging to Malon’s shirt, trembling a little, but still not crying, and when Time sat next to him he squeezed himself up against his chest. Time ran a soothing hand through his hair, and Twilight buried his head between him and Malon.
“What happened Link?” Malon asked in a low voice. “I heard the crash, but what..?”
“Later,” he whispered, well aware that if he tried to explain everything, than what was left of his composure would likely crack. “I promise, just... not now.”
Malon’s face creased even further, but then Twilight shivered, and she nodded, not replying as she soothed him. Their son let out a small hiccupy noise, pressing his face even more tightly into his parents’ chests, and Time ran his hand through Twilight’s hair again as a tight feeling squeezed his stomach.
Forget everything else that had happened. Twilight was safe.
Malon rested her head on his, and Time held her and Twilight close, closing his eyes with a small shudder.
In the end, even with all of the consequences that would doubtlessly arise from this, that was the only thing that truly mattered.
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Stephanie Meyer in her“The Twilight Saga: Official Illustrated Guide” wrote that vampire pallor is part of the transformation new vampires undergo that beautifies them as their melanin drains away, resulting in their white skin.
In fact, in the first chapter, in which she describes the physical characteristics common to all vampires, Meyer wrote:
In the Twilight universe all vampires were originally human. As vampires, they retain a close physical resemblance to their human form, the only reliably noticeable differences being a universal pallor of skin, a change in eye color, and heightened beauty.
More orver the typical vampire pallor is not attribuite, as traditional thrope impose, to the fact that vampires are dead, recalling the repulsive look of a corpse, but to an element of crystalline, supernatural form of beauty, which is described as following:
The common factor of beauty among vampires is mostly due to this crystalline skin. The perfect smoothness, gloss, and even color of the skin give the illusion of a flawless face.
So, dark skinned or deeper skin toned people will have very light olive skin as vampires. In fact the only creature who keeps a natural dark-skin is Nahuel, the vampire-human hybrid (born to a white European vampire and a indigenous woman), who is described having “dark brown skin”, while his Aunt Huilen, a full-indigenous woman has “an olive tone to her pale skin” due to being a vampire. Let's see more examples in the book where this “white washing” effect of vampirism is more explicit:
Vampires in Stephanie Meyer's books are white and pure because Mormons believe people who are not white will be white in heaven. I can't 100% remember the reason or events but during some event they think God turned some people black because they either betrayed him or Jesus. So when you are a good person and go to heaven he will remove that. If you look into what Mormons believe it's almost as crazy as scientology.
Ok, apparently, Mormons think black and dark-skinned people are in some way descendants of Cain, who was banished from human community and condamned by God to a nomadic life. However, God was pleased by blood sacrifice (God favored Abel who killed animals for God, while Cain offered the products of earth he cultivated) and gives Cain a mark, known as “Mark of Cain” (Genesis 4:15). This mark of Cain is God's promise to offer Cain divine protection from premature death with the stated purpose of preventing anyone from killing him. Bible does not identify the exact nature of the mark God put on Cain. Whatever it was, it was a sign/indicator that Cain was not to be killed (but also a warn that helped others to spot him as a murder to not trust). Some propose that the mark was a scar, or some kind of tattoo (Maybe this is the source of Tattoo Prohibition in Leviticus 19:28). Whatever the case, the precise nature of the mark is not the focus of the passage. The focus is that God would not allow people to exact vengeance against Cain. Whatever the mark on Cain was, it served this purpose.
However, Brigham Young, one of the founders of Mormons and one of the earliest leader, described black people as cursed with dark skin as punishment for Cain’s murder of his brother. “Any man having one drop of the seed of Cane in him cannot hold the priesthood,” he declared in 1852. Young deemed black-white intermarriage so sinful that he suggested that a man could atone for it only by having “his head cut off” and spilling “his blood upon the ground.”
For more information about the racial question among Mormons, I suggest this article of New York Times:
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