So I moved deviantarts, sorta secretly. Lol. I'm now at

This manga. Fucking rocks. The maker was obviously on crack when they made it.

Why are you so awesome, Bedford? Why do I want to buy so many textbooks by you?









PS. do you have Les Miserables songs?

Warning: This is very opinionated.

I saw Twilight on Saturday. Why? Because I knew it would be so bad I'd laugh.

But it was boring. Oh so boring. Carlisle looked like a poor man's Tom Cruise. Jasper looked oh so medicated/high. Edward. Lol. Robert Patasldkfj played a self hating hundred year old virgin very well. The actress playing Bella blinked so fucking much. Her face looked weird. Jacob had a weird pedo smile... but I guess that's kind of suiting, isn't it?

The best scene was when the two love birds went to the forest and...
Edward: This is the skin of a killer! ~*~sparkle sparkle~*~.

Also, Edward was a scary stalker... He watches her sleep? And... Bella can't do anything for herself. Edward acts like she's his even before they date.

"And so the Lion fell in love with the Lamb?" The dialogue in this kills me.

Dude, are you fucking kidding me? This shit is shit.

Look at [link] for a review of Breaking Dawn!

Warning: This is very opinionated.

Breaking Dawn. Oh. My. Fucking god. What the hell? I think I'll just post quotes.

Under the dusting of feathers, large purplish bruises were beginning to blossom across the pale skin of my arm. My eyes followed the trail they made up to my shoulder, and then down across my ribs. I pulled my hand free to poke at a discoloration on my left forearm, watching it fade where I touched and then reappear. It throbbed a little.

Wtf. Wtf. Wtf.

I stared at my naked body in the full-length mirror behind the door.

I'd definitely had worse. There was a faint shadow across one of my cheekbones, and my lips were a little swollen, but other than that, my face was fine. The rest of me was decorated with patches of blue and purple. I concentrated on the bruises that would be the hardest to hide —my arms and my shoulders. They weren't so bad. My skin marked up easily. By the time a bruise showed I'd usually forgotten how I'd come by it. Of course, these were just developing. I'd look even worse tomorrow. That would not make things any easier.

I looked at my hair, then, and groaned.

Okay. What the hell? Seriously. They had sex, and she passed out or something in the middle, or blacked out... and woke up with bruises all over? What the fucking hell Meyer! What kind of shit are you trying to pull? The best part is Bella is worried about her hair.

"Sounds like somebody's hit the terrible twos."

"Threes actually," Quil corrected. "You missed the party. Princess theme. She made me wear a crown, and then Emily suggested they all try out her new play makeup on me."

"Wow, I'm really sorry I wasn't around to see that."

"Don't worry, Emily has pictures. Actually, I look pretty hot."

"You're such a patsy."

Quil shrugged. "Claire had a great time. That was the point."

I rolled my eyes. It was hard being around imprinted people. No matter what stage they were in —about to tie the knot like Sam or just a much-abused nanny like Quil—the peace and certainty they always radiated was downright puke-inducing.

...

Though I did think it sucked that he had a good fourteen years of monkitude ahead of him until Claire was his age —for Quil, at least, it was a good thing werewolves didn't get older. But even all that time didn't seem to bother him much.

"Quil, you ever think about dating?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"No, no yewwo!" Claire crowed.

"You know. A real girl. I mean, just for now, right? On your nights off babysitting duty."

Quil stared at me, his mouth hanging open.

...

"Sorry if I was being pushy before, man, about the girl thing," I said.

"Naw, that's cool," Quil said. "It kind of took me by surprise is all. I hadn't thought about it."

"I bet she'd understand. You know, when she's grown up. She wouldn't get mad that you had a life while she was in diapers."

"No, I know. I'm sure she'd understand that."

He didn't say anything else.

"But you won't do that, will you?" I guessed.

"I can't see it," he said in a low voice. "I can't imagine. I just don't... see anyone that way. I don't notice girls anymore, you know. I don't see their faces."

Okay. Okay. This guy, this Quil is watching this toddler, this Claire. AND WHAT THE HELL? THEY ARE IMPRINTED. What the fuck? That's just disgusting. The "peace and certainty" of being able to raiser your ickle snotnosed lover and then fuck her after "fourteen years of monkitude" is disgusting, beyond disgusting.

I couldn't think about what he was suggesting. It was too much. Impossible. Wrong. Sick. Borrowing Bella for the weekends and then returning her Monday morning like a rental movie? So messed up.

So tempting.

...

"Then we have a deal."

He nodded and held out his cold stone hand.

So. Bella's preggo with a demon child, and everyone wants to get rid of it except for her, Rosalie, and Esme. So, Edward makes this offer with Jacob so Jacob can impregnate her and shit... Oh, oh how lovely. This makes so much sense, Meyer. I mean, if you'll pull off the weird pedophile shit, you'd do this, wouldn't you?

But I didn't hear; her hands had pulled her sweatshirt to the side, and I stared, horrified, at the skin it exposed. Her stomach looked like it was stained with big splotches of purple-black ink.

She saw my stare, and she yanked the fabric back in place.

"He's strong, that's all," she said defensively.

The ink spots were bruises.

Does Stephanie Meyer have a weird pregnancy phobia or something? She-yit.

"Especially for you," she said. She was smiling. She pulled one of her hands away from mine and pressed it against my cheek. Warmer than before, but it felt cool against my skin, like most things did. "More than anyone else, you've got some magic waiting to make things right for you."

"What are you babbling about?"

Still smiling. "Edward told me once what it was like —your imprinting thing. He said it was like A Midsummer Night's Dream, like magic. You'll find who you're really looking for, Jacob, and maybe then all of this will make sense."

More on the imprinting shit. It's crazy, and it's just weird... but keep it in mind later...

Bella shoved the straw between her lips, squeezed her eyes shut, and wrinkled her nose. I could hear the blood

slopping around in the cup again as her hand shook. She sipped at it for a second, and then moaned quietly with her eyes still closed.

Edward and I stepped forward at the same time. He touched her face. I clenched my hands behind my back.

"Bella, love —"

Tm okay," she whispered. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. Her expression was... apologetic. Pleading. Scared. "It tastes good, too."

Moaning because the blood tastes good. Ew.

"Give me a second, Carlisle," Bella panted.

"Bella," the doctor said anxiously, "I heard something crack. I need to take a look."

"Pretty sure" —ant—"it was a rib. Ow. Yep. Right here." She pointed to her left side, careful not to touch.

It was breaking her bones now.

More demonfetus. I love how nonchalant Bella is about this baby eating/killing her.

"From what little research we've been able to do, it would appear the creatures use their own teeth to escape the womb," he whispered

Holyshittttttta;lsdkfj. Wtf is this?

You know why Sam thinks we imprint, she thought, calmer now.

Sure. To carry on the line.

Right. To make a bunch of new little werewolves. Survival of the species, genetic override. You're drawn to the person who gives you the best chance to pass on the wolf gene.

More imprinting... it's creepy given Quil and Claire and... what's to come.

She shrugged her pointy little shoulders. "Maybe another break." She tried to say the words casually, but I could see the flames in the very back of her eyes. Edward and I weren't the only ones who were burning over this. Alice loved Bella, too.

"Another rib?" I asked hoarsely.

"No. Pelvis this time."

Oh joy! This is a time of celebration of the demonfetus! It's so wonderful! I want one of my own so it can bruise me, break ribs, my pelvis, and eat it's way out of my womb! : D

It was not just a scream, it was a blood-curdling shriek of agony. The horrifying sound cut off with a gurgle, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body twitched, arched in Rosalie's arms, and then Bella vomited a fountain of blood.

Some more disgusting shit.

Another shattering crack inside her body, the loudest yet, so loud that we both froze in shock waiting for her answering shriek. Nothing. Her legs, which had been curled up in agony, now went limp, sprawling out in an unnatural way.

"Her spine," he choked in horror.

Meyer must be... mega prolife or just batshit. What kind of sane human would go through this?

The next sound jolted through me, unexpected, terrifying. Like metal being shredded apart. The sound brought back the fight in the clearing so many months ago, the tearing sound of the newborns being ripped apart. I glanced over to see Edward's face pressed against the bulge. Vampire teeth —a surefire way to cut through vampire skin.

Mmm, delicious. I can't believe this is geared to TEENAGERS.

By the time I looked, it was too late. Edward had snatched the warm, bloody thing out of her limp arms. My eyes flickered across her skin. It was red with blood —the blood that had flowed from her mouth, the blood smeared all over the creature, and fresh blood welling out of a tiny double-crescent bite mark just over her left breast.

Are you not convinced this is a demonchild?

Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was —my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self—disconnected from me in that second—snip, snip, snip—and floated up into space.

I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.

Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing —to the very center of the universe.

I could see that now —how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.

The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.

It was the baby girl in the blond vampire's arms that held me here now.

Renesmee.

Get it? He imprinted on her. 8D 8D 8D Tell me that is not disturbing and I'll laugh in your face.

The baby, kicking my ribs apart, breaking her way through me piece by piece. That was nothing. That was floating in a pool of cool water. I'd take it a thousand times. Take it and be grateful.

The Birth from Bella's point of view. She's obviously some sort of masochist from hell. Her view point is just wrong. She'll take it and be grateful. I guess after being beat during sex, she would...

"It's not possible. Do you remember how much you wanted me around three days ago? How hard it was to be apart from each other? That's gone for you now, isn't it?"

I glared, not sure what he was implying.

"That was her," he told me. "From the very beginning. We had to be together, even then."

Oh, how cute! JacobxFetus!Renesmee!

"Lucky thing Ness —Renesmee's not venomous," Seth said after a second of awkward silence. '"Cause she bites Jake all the time."

My hands dropped. "She does?"

"Sure. Whenever he and Rose don't get dinner in her mouth fast enough. Rose thinks it's pretty hilarious."

...

Renesmee smiled her brilliant smile, and her memory eyes did not leave Jacob through all the following mess. I tasted a new flavor to the memory —not exactly protective, more possessive—as she watched Jacob. I got the distinct impression that she was glad Seth had put himself in front of my spring. She didn't want Jacob hurt. He was hers.

He was hers. This part... just leaves a weird feeling in my mouth. It's so creepy and just... I feel like it's tainted my brain.

"That's not what I mean. Not once today did he think about the fact that, according to Nahuel, Nessie will be fully matured in just six and a half years."

I considered that for a minute. "He doesn't see her that way. He's not in a hurry for her to grow up. He just wants her to be happy."

ahahaha. Renesmee, aka, demonchild, will mature in SIX AND A HALF YEARS. HOW PERFECT IS THAT. THEN JACOB CAN SEX HER UP WHEN SHE'S SEVEN. OHHHHHH YEAH, FLDS STYLE!

....

The book, aside from the WTF moments, is so boring. I wanted to die. I love this book though. It just proves how fucked up Twilight is.

I think Stephanie Meyer had a very bad pregnancy/forced to have a child she didn't want and thus used Bella and her spawn to show this. And notice how Renesmee is all intelligent and doesn't even go through childhood? I think that proves that Meyer hates children/had a bad childhood herself. Who knows. This book was shite though.

Also, This book called Bless Me, Ultima is being banned at a high school near me. It isn't that bad for high schoolers. It has some cussing, and is about a boy who finds his own religion- a mix between Catholicism and paganism. And I bet that Breaking Dawn is allowed at that library when it is way worse with the pedophilia, The Birth Scene, and the creepiness between Bella and Edward.