Imagine two characters. They could be two original characters, two canon characters, two Twi characters but non-canon, two characters from a book you’re reading, or you can mix and match. You can even choose characters from your existing work.
The only catch is: you need to pick one main trade for each character, but they need to be total opposites.
If your Alice is a total do-gooder, you must have a wicked Rosalie. If your Bella is constantly clumsy, pick a Jasper who moves with such agility that people might think he’s out of this world. Your Jane Doe could be a Kleptomaniac while your John Doe is an honest police man. You see where I’m going with this, right? And maybe try something extreme, like hyper-active Alice, or suicidal Emmett (it doesn’t have to be morbid: think Marvin, the Paranoid Android (from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)).
So what is the assignment?
Well, I’m going to give you a general situation, and then you are supposed to write a short drabble on how your characters deal with it. I want you to write this scene twice: once per character (i.e. you shouldn’t have both characters together in the scene).
The goal is to distance yourself from your characters and put yourself in other people’s shoes. I have the hardest time doing this myself, so this morning I thought that maybe y’all would like to do an exercise with me.
So how does this sound:
-->One week (due August 17)
-->One scene
-->Two yin-yang characters
-->100+ words
Are you all ready to do this with me? Just leave your drabbles in the comments bellow, or if you want, post it somewhere else and link us so we can see how you did. It doesn’t have to be big or well written or anything, it’s just something to test your creativity.
I’ll give you two situations, but remember to choose the same one for both your characters.
Scene 1
Your character is at the supermarket. You can have them do whatever you want: they could be there hungover in search for bacon and eggs; the ladies could be PMSing and craving for chocolate; it could be general grocery shopping. The only thing is that your two characters need to be there for a similar reason. Also, there needs to be something your character absolutely needs or wants, but when they get to that thing, they see someone else (preferably a kid) walking away with the last object. How would your characters deal with the situation?
Scene 2
Your character is on the beach. It’s scorching hot and the beach is crowded. Your characters can be waiting for an outdoor shower to rinse off the salt or to cool down, but just as it’s their turn, it breaks down. They can buy themselves ice cream, but just as they’re about to eat it, someone bumps into them and they drop it to the ground. They could be waiting in line at the bar to buy bottled water, but then they see the last bottle being carried away by someone else. How would your characters deal with the situation?
You can be as liberal with the facts as you want, but the main thing is that someone is standing in their way for what they want and the question is how far your character will go for that thing. Will they give up or will they be ruthless in getting what they want?
I’ll go first:
Rosalie Hale
The irritation of the sand getting trapped between the soles of my feet and my flip flops almost trumps the scorching heat of the sun licking my shoulders. I’ve been generous with the sun-block today, but I still have a feeling I’ll turn bright red in a few hours. If only I’d remembered how tedious going to the beach is, I might have said no when Alice asked me to join her.
That annoying pixie will do anything to show off her perfect, petit body.
Not that my own body is anything to be ashamed for – far from it. I just hate the beach with a passion of an Italian lover. Seriously, the sand gets fucking everywhere, in every single crevice, and sticks there for weeks, and the salty ocean air ruins my hair. I pride myself of my golden locks, so I don’t take well to anything making it dry and damaged.
It’s finally my turn to get service at the beach bar – I’ve only been waiting for half an hour, do these people not know who I am? The young waiter behind the bar is hardly more than eighteen and I wonder if he’s even allowed to sell alcoholic beverages.
“One bottled water, no sparkles,” I order, frowning at the red haired boy.
“I’m sorry, miss, we’re all out.” He looks apologetic, but he’s still smiling, and I narrow my eyes at him in contempt.
“What do you mean, ‘we’re all out’?” I can feel the headache starting to form behind my eyes and I’m dying for some water.
“We sold the last bottle just minutes ago,” he answers, gesturing to someone behind me, finally starting to look afraid. He should be afraid. He very well might be killed in the crossfire between me and... well, him.
I look around and see a little boy walking away from the bar, the water bottle in hand. Just as I’m about to turn back to the bartender to unload my frustrations at him, I see the boy trip in the sand. He doesn’t cry or anything, but simply puts the water bottle on a nearby folding chair and bends over to tie his shoelaces.
For a second I consider the option of simply taking that water – I’ll pay the kid, of course – but decide rather to stay in the shade. I’d rather stay away from the sun if I can help it
“Maybe I can offer you something else?” the bar-boy asks, bringing my attention back to him.
I narrow my eyes at him, wondering if maybe I should make him slave over a refreshing cocktail.
“Two Coronas,” I say eventually as I sit down on a barstool. I think I’ll just let the beer mellow my irritation until Alice has returned from her body-showing.
Sookie Stackhouse
I don’t have the opportunity to go often to the beach, living in North Louisiana, but now that I’m here, I’m sure I’ll try to make a beach vacation a tradition. I know that exposing my skin to the harmful rays of the sun is maybe not the healthiest thing in the world, but hey, I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs – allowing myself to soak in the sun is the only vice I really allow myself to indulge in.
I’ve been waiting in line for the bar for a while now, but I don’t mind, as I enjoy watching people live their lives and interact with each other. Ever since I learned how to shut out the minds of other people, their lives have become so much more interesting. It’s almost like a guessing game: I’ll make up some story about their lives or connections, then open up my mind to see if it’s true. Most of the time I guess right.
“Bottle of water, please,” I say cheerfully when it’s finally my turn. The bartender doesn’t look very old – maybe about nineteen or twenty – has reddish hair and green eyes, and a few freckles across is nose and cheeks. His skin is tan – most likely from working on the beach all day – and his white cotton t-shirt is snug and cut very low, showing off his smooth pecks a little bit.
“I’m sorry, miss, but we’re all out,” he says apologetically, but his charming smile doesn’t falter.
“Oh, do you have anything else then?” I ask.
“Yeah, we have all sorts of cocktails, both alcoholic and virgin,” he says, winking at the last word.
I smile at him, and despite having mostly shut off my telepathy, I can sense his thoughts loud and clear: I flirt for tips.
He’s one of those clear broadcasters, you see.
“Alright, I think I’ll have a virgin sex on the beach,”I say, partially trying to flirt back – A girl can have some fun during her summer vacation, right? I mean, it’s not like I intend to sleep with the guy – and partially because I want to try the drink. I haven’t tried many of the cocktails, though sometimes me and the girls at Merlotte’s would experiment after hours.
“I think I can arrange that for you,” the bartender says, winking again. Even though I know that he’s only flirting to get better tips, I still feel flattered. What can I say? I’m not used to feeling desired – or not by human guys, anyway.
The bartender – Edward, I learn from his name tag – is quick enough making the drink for me, but not without showing off his bartender skills, with throwing around the bottles and flexing his muscles. He even goes as far as pretentiously wiping off the sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt, which shows off his perfect abs.
I am no slut, but I do appreciate the fine form of this man, and when I have my drink in hand, I end up tipping him quite generously.
As I walk away from the bar, I notice a little boy struggling with his shoelaces.
I crouch down next to him. “Hey, buddy, do you need some help?” I ask.
The boy nods shyly and I tie his laces for him, explaining the bunny ears. Afterwards he smiles and says quietly, “Thanks,” before grabbing a water bottle from a nearby folding chair and he runs away to meet his parents.
This helped me a lot to get my creative groove on and I think I'd like to try this again when I'm stuck with a chapter. I hope you all like this idea of mine and take an hour or two to complete this :)
'Sup bitches? Scooby here, attempting to be a Switzerland-style (that was my joke first, Eclipse-Bella, you thieving slore) voice of reason. This attempt may or may not add up to a hill of beans in this crazy world (I channel Bogie when feeling philosophical), but hell, I'll give it a go.
I thought long and hard (TWSS) about what to write for my blog. Scoobz (I add the 'z' in my head), I thought to myself, what do you truly KNOW in this fandom? What knowledge/expertise do you posses that stands out, and that you could possibly put into blog form and thus pass your infinite wisdom on to millions (too modest?) of readers?
I suppose I could have written about multi-chapter stories versus one-shots, the pros and cons of entering contests, how to accidentally write something people really seem to like in 2,000 words or less, or how much skill it takes to not update your fic for a sickening amount of time (it's like, a lot of skill. We're talkin' off the charts).
But, I decided I'd take on the semi-taboo subject that everyone WANTS to talk about (don't lie! I see right through you!) but no ones actually DOES talk about (unless it's behind everyone else's backs).
FANDOM DRAMA
DUN DUN DUN
Look, I'm no Dr. Phil (for which I thank my lucky stars (hi Lucky!) daily), but I have done my very best to keep my nose, ass, and all other extremities in the car at all...I mean...out of the insanity that is fandom drama. So I'm writing today to talk about a very important word I think we all need to keep in mind when things heat up around here: PERSPECTIVE, as in 'keeping things in'.
Seriously, think back to the very beginning of your time in the Twilight fanfiction world. I remember mine like it was only yesterday...
*Cue wavy lines and dream-like music*
I started reading fanfic in March of last year. Bet you can't guess what my first fic was! I joined Ffn in...I don't know, June? And started posting my first stupid-not-finished-yet-and-oh-my-god-I-may-cry-about-it-soon fic. Soon after, I joined Rehab, then a few other communities, Twitter, etc. I met the best person ever in the history of the world, the Shaggy to my Scooby, Miss AllysueNumbers aka AKA aka Knucks-even-though-she-has-a-flame-thrower-now and I was all, 'Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship'. Things were fan-friggin'-tastic.
My relationship with the fandom has been similar to any of my numerous (read: like...three) romantic relationships:
The Courtship Phase: Ok fanfic, I think I might sort of like you, but I'm too shy to admit it, so I'll just timidly slink around for a few months and see how you feel about me.
The Honeymoon Phase: Well, I'm really glad we get on so well. I'm all smiley and happy and really expressing myself, and because of you I've met tons of new people as well! I'm going to update you almost every day and get really involved in everything about you.
The 'We're Comfortable With Each Other Now' Phase: So, we've been together for a while now. I still love you and all, but I no longer feel the need to be overzealous. Maybe we can just take a step back and chill? I mean, I've noticed a lot of tension between us lately.
The 'How Many Fights A Day Is Normal?' Phase: Seriously now, I feel like I'm stressed and pissed with you more than I'm happy with you. We have our good moments, but is it worth it?
The 'I Think We Should See Other Fandoms' Phase: Look, it's not you, it's me. I just can't take the added stress on top of my RL bullshit. We had a great run, and we can still be friends, right?
At the moment, I'm somewhere between phases 3 and 4. I'm sure you've all noticed (because obviously your lives revolve around me and my whereabouts, duh) that I haven't been around much lately. This is due mostly to the fact that my life is sort of crumbling down around me (possibly being over-dramatic) right now and I just haven't had the time to be here (which is very sad because I love you guys and I miss you). I live with a batshit crazy woman who hates me and makes my life hell (definitely not being over-dramatic), I'm scrounging for money, I have to start paying back student loans, BF and I fight often because of the hell-hole we live in...ETC ETC FUCKING KILL ME NOW.
Which brings me back to my point. PERSPECTIVE.
A lot of shit has gone down, not just in the fandom in general, but at our very own little Rehab hidey-hole. Admittedly, I wasn't around for a lot of it and haven't gotten the whole story(ies). I'm not here to say who was right and who was wrong, who saved the day and who was being a fuckwit. I just want to remind you all about why you joined Rehab and why you started reading fanfic. Well, I'm about to drop an atomic F-bomb on ya'll.
IT WAS FOR FUN.
./'./' F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me, N is for anywhere and anytime at all down here in the deep blue sea./'./'
(TEN MILLION POINTS TO ANYONE WHO KNOWS WHAT THAT'S FROM)
What happened to that? Remember those days/nights in chat when we'd just fuck around and giggle for hours? Or we'd all be reading the same fic and we'd all freak out when it updated and then come to Rehab and freak out about it on the threads for hours (*CoughSleepersEpilogueCough*)? Or how about those silly random threads that brought about the great EM Forster debacle of '09?I understand that a lot of things that happened hurt a lot of people. Hell, I was/am/whatever one of them. So get mad and have a bitch session to your bestie, and then do your best to move on.
Perspective.
Right now, in REAL LIFE, we have people going through break-ups, weddings, pregnancies, lost loved ones, financial hardships, uni, PSYCHO IN-LAWS, illness, family troubles, and that's just what I know off the top of my head. Let's compare all of that utter shit to the sillyness (yes, that's what it most often is) that goes down everyday in this fandom. Doesn't it make feel sheepish (baaaaaaaahhhhd joke)?
Is there really a point to this blog? No, not really. I guess more than anything, I just want us all to be back in the Honeymoon Phase again, with the fandom and with each other. I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy...
She doesn't even go here!
But seriously. When fandom life gets you down, just breathe and remember to keep everything in perspective. I think, maybe, we'd all be a lot happier that way.
Look at the puppy! He's got a stick! He's so happy! Who's a good boy? Who's a good -
Er...
Here's looking at you, kids. P.S. BLOGGER HATES ME AND WOULDN'T LET ME MAKE MY FONT ALL THE SAME SIZE OMG WHATEVZ BLOGGER.
If you’re reading this there is about a 99% chance that you know why I’m the person writing the Jacksper appreciation post on this blog.If you just so happen to not know then lets just take the easy route and go with this: Imagine the biggest Rob fan you know. Now, change Rob to Jackson and that fan is me. ;)
People like to ask me what my favorite thing about Jackson is.And I tend to give everyone different answers.Sometimes I say his voice, sometimes I say his smile, I think last time my answer was his ears.The truth is, I like everything about Jackson, including his flaws.I know some of you think I don’t notice the flaws, but I probably notice even better than you, the thing is I just love them too. :D.
So Alitriona asked me if I would like to write a Jacksper appreciation post, and so of course I was beyond excited to get to do that.I think we all know I love to talk about Jacksper.I mean, I even started a thread about eight months ago just so I’d have a place to talk about him as much as I want.Nothing is a bigger wake-up call that you’re boring everyone in the room when on chat you’ve taken up the whole page of talking about Jackson and you haven’t even realized that nobody has responded in the last ten minutes. Haha.
BUT! One reason AT asked me to do it was because Jacksper doesn’t get enough love.And with that statement I am torn.In so many ways I agree, he doesn’t get a lot of love because everyone is busy loving on Rob/Edward.You all probably don’t think I do this, but I really do stop myself from talking about something Jacksper related quite a bit, then I tend to run over to my thread to get it out of my system ;).
But, to be fair, everyone is extremely gracious when it comes to him, and my love.I think because in a way the majority of you do see the attraction for him, even if it’s not as strong as you have for Rob, or some of you with Kellan.I mean, ya’ll post pictures on my thread and post news I haven’t heard and all that other stuff, which always makes me beyond elated.Really whenever I see someone has posted on the Jacksper thread I get this huge grin on my face.
To me though, I don’t see how anyone would want to talk about Rob or look at picture of Rob when they could talk about or look at Jackson.It sometimes doesn’t register in my mind that ya’ll aren’t feeling the same as me.Though, because I used to find Rob endearing as well it’s easier for me to…understand?
I too was once among you all in a love for Rob, daydreaming about his hair and that lovely accent.He’s the only reason I even went to see Twilight!I was that girl in the theater making fun of everything but swooning as soon as he walked into the room.I walked away from the movie thinking ‘I’ll never see that again, I’m definitely never reading the books, and that blond dude was kind of cute too.’
I ended up watching it in theaters three more times and reading the books about two days later.Why? Fuck if I know what happened.I’m fairly sure it was for Rob though.
But something happened as I was reading Twilight and New Moon and especially Eclipse.I realized that the only scenes I was looking forward to as much as the “romantic scenes” with Bella and Edward were the ones with Jasper and Alice, or more specifically the ones with Jasper.I found him fascinating.He was the vampire that had to stay clear of Bella, yet his wife was her best friend.I never once blamed him when he attacked Bella in New Moon, though I’m fairly sure it would have been a natural reaction to put some blame on him.Even though I’ve voiced my theory and now I believe it was 100% no way something he could have been expected to control.
And then when I read Eclipse I re-read it.And not just for the leg hitch or the night before the tent scene or the scene at the end when Edward says “I want you, right now.”(Or whatever).I also read Jasper’s scenes over and over again, intrigued by his past, and enamored with his relationship with Alice, and a little bit turned on to learn that he’s covered in scars.I realized then that Jasper was a bad ass, he was reserved and tough and intelligent.Yet his relationship with Alice was one of actual love.
I began to realize that it wasn’t Bella and Edward’s relationship that I wanted, it was Jasper and Alice’s.It wasn’t as forbidden or exciting as Edward and Bella’s, but it was the all consuming kind where even though I was looking from another person’s very limited point of view on them it was impossible for me not to just feel the love they had for each other.They’re not that annoying couple that grope each other in public (*cough* Emmett and Rosalie *cough*) or that even more annoying couple that hang all over each other and don’t want to spend time with anyone else (*cough* Bella and Edward *cough*).Their love was noticeable yet quiet, I’m a big believer in the fact that you don’t need loud or grandiose declarations of love all the time.Jasper and Alice just know, and not because of their powers, it’s because what they have is real, soul mate love.And knowing that while reading the little we were given about them always left me intrigued.
The more I became intrigued the more I began looking at that cute blond guy that played him in the movies, who by my fourth time watching it was the ‘definitely the 2nd hottest guy in this movie.’
So, I googled him.
To say I was surprised would be a severe understatement. He had dark hair!And GREEN eyes!
I was taken in almost immediately.Soon after, Rob and Jackson were at a neck and neck of who I liked better.
And then one day, like there was never any choice to begin with, I realized that it was Jackson.No contest.No comparison.Because every time I looked at him I found myself becoming more and more attracted to him.And that just had never happened with Rob, I was attracted to him and then it just stayed like that without any real progression.With Jackson I loved noticing new things about him and falling more in love with his eyes and his smile and his hair.And most recently, his ears. :D And somewhere along the lines Rob lost almost all of his appeal to me. I can see where ya’ll are attracted, but to me, there is no comparison between the two.
But at the same time I was realizing that I also liked Jasper more than Edward.And it had nothing to do with Rob and Jackson.As I said I was enamored by his and Alice’s relationship and I began trying to figure out who Jasper was by himself as a character.Passionate was one of the things that came to mind.A quiet kind of passion though.And passion in anyway always intrigues me.
So when I began writing I chose to make Jasper the best friend instead of Emmett, who is usually the more best friend/brothery type.Purely because I wanted to get to explore Jasper more, and I found that I loved writing him more than any other character.Even if he is OOC I still like bringing canon Jasper into my mind as I write him and think about his intensity, I have always tried to keep the intensity and passion that I see in canon Jasper in my own stories.And his scars.Because those are all my favorite things about
him.
Now, it’s easy to put Jackson and Jasper together.Like with Jacksper.But they are in fact two separate people and I do try to keep them separated in my mind as much as possible.Because to be honest, I love them both, but for very different reasons. I’ve said what I love about Jasper, but what about Jackson?
Jackson is multi-talented, he’s an actor, musician and an artist.
Let’s start with the “artist” claim because I know least about that, hehe.In interviews and whatnot that I’ve read he claims to love photography, and I’ve even seen some of the photos he has taken.
Self-Portrait
Le Bum
He also has made a music video for a song by Spencer Bell called Beautiful, More So.It’s an amazing song, I definitely recommend it. I’m also pretty sure he has expressed the desire to direct at some point (like almost every actor ever :P)
(I don't know how to post a video on here, I'm not fancy shmancy like AT, haha, so a link will have to do).
Now, onto the music.Anyone who knows anything about Jackson knows that he is a music guy.He often talks about his favorite bands, keeping with the sort of southern blues type bands and musicians.Most of them I don’t know but I do know that he is a fan of Robert Johnson, Tom Waits, and Bob Dylan.And to be honest if I met a regular guy who was also fans of them he’d definitely go up on my attractiveness meter.But! This post isn’t about the music that I like, though one band I do enjoy immensely is the band that Jackson is in, 100 Monkeys.
He has claimed that their music is “funky rock” and I guess that’s probably the best way to describe it.There really aren’t bands out there that sound like them, their sound is original and unique and it’s very refreshing to know that there are people who can create something new still.I have gotten the pleasure of seeing them live and it is apparent that they are a performing band.It almost seems wrong to try and have someone listen to a recording of them, because it doesn’t give the person a fourth of an idea of what it’s like to see these guys live.It was one of the best shows I’ve ever been to, and I’ve been to a lot.And it had hardly anything to do with getting to stare at Jackson all night, but that was a nice little bonus.
Side Note: Before going to get to see 100 Monkeys I prepared myself for the fact that I was going to see Jackson in person, not on a picture or with makeup or any of that.I was sure he would still be good looking, but nowhere near as good looking as he is in all those pictures I have of him saved on my desktop. MAN, WAS I WRONG! Boy is a looker.Just like with a band, you can only know for sure that you’re a fan once you’ve seen them live, the same goes with a person, so I can say without a doubt that I am attracted to Mr. Rathbone, because really…it’s just too hard not to be.
Now unlike many actors/musicians Jackson actually is talented as a musician, and doesn’t just have a pretty okay voice and has had lessons in guitar.He plays an assortment of instruments including:
Guitar/Broken Guitar/Slide Guitar/Bowed Guitar, Drums/percussion, Piano/Keyboard, Harmonica, Bass, and Mandolin.
And I bet you anything he knows how to play more than that.He is also a singer, he switches off vocals with his other bandmates, though when it comes time to improvise a song he is always the one who makes up the lyrics and sings.Not long ago someone (ILWA to be exact) asked me to describe Jackson’s singing voice.I was struck dumb, for lack of a better word.How do I describe his voice?I went and listened to some of his songs and came up empty.I ended up giving her a generic yet confusing explanation that I don’t think really helped her out much at all. Haha.
So I’m not going to try to coherently explain what his voice sounds like here.But follow me anyway.His voice is like liquid.Liquid you say? Yes, liquid.But like a thick liquid, one that runs slowly, like honey.His voice is southern and deep and you can sometimes hear an almost growl in his voice, if you listen enough, maybe.But at the same time it’s not a baritone, it’s higher and lighter and you can hear an almost playfulness in his voice.Let’s put it this way, his voice is like if you take a deep southern boy and put him in drama school and teach him how to sing show tunes.
Hey, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what happened with Jackson. :D haha.
Does he have the best singing voice I’ve ever heard? Hell nah.Is it the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard? Top ten, maybe.Is it one of the sexiest things about him? Very much so, though there are many, many other things.
Which leads me to Jackson as an actor.Let’s see.He went to some academy thing for drama and yada yada yada he did some TV shows and small movies etc. etc. etc. Then he was in Twilight and well, it didn’t make him famous but it sure made him a lot more well known.
Now because I’m a huge fan I have made it my mission to see everything he’s been in.So, as a person who has watched awful movies just for him I can assure you that he has grown as an actor and I really see a lot of potential for him.He just needs to get movies with better scripts and I really think we’ll see Jackson’s acting talent shine through.Because I have seen him in some great roles, such as Adam/Amanda in an episode of Criminal Minds, and as Stephen in the movie Dread.Both of those showed that when given the opportunity, Jackson can really do a great job.But an actor can only do as well as the scene he’s been given, and in both Twilight and New Moon he wasn’t given very much.
Thankfully, he finally got to show off a bit in Eclipse, and I think he did a damn good job, despite the accent coming out at random moments.I also saw The Last Airbender, and my opinion of it is…not good.But it wasn’t him I didn’t like in it, it was the fact that the script was just absolutely terrible!
I really don’t think I’m just being bias here, I’d like to think that if it came down to it I would admit if he was just bad and that’s all you could blame it on.But as I said, because I have seen him in fantastic roles I do know he has the talent to become a great actor.
Okay, now all those…technical things are out of the way, hahaha.As I’ve said, people ask me what my favorite thing about Jackson is, so how about this?
I love that it doesn’t matter what his hair looks like, he’s still sexy no matter what the style.His eyes look like he’s trying to see your soul.His smile is far too crooked to be acceptable, and yet it’s really just far too adorable to care.When he smiles for real he gets the hugest dimples on the side of mouth.
His lips are just a little too full, but also just a little too lickable for their own good.His ears…dear god those ears. I can hardly explain what it is but his ears are the most adorable things I’ve ever seen and I kind of just squeal like a ten year old girl whenever there is a good picture of them.I’m obsessed with his ears.The fact that he looks good with or without facial hair and I can’t decide which one I like better, though I have a feeling it might be with facial hair as I’ve just noticed that the majority of my favorite pictures are of him with facial hair.I love that he walks like a bowlegged cowboy and that he has some muscles but they’re not prominent.And I love that he has his own quirky style and he doesn’t seem to like to match, and yet he doesn’t look like a mess doing so.And I love that although he may be a little “short” for some of you people’s standards, you have to admit that he carries himself with such a magnetic confidence that it’s easy to forget that he’s not as tall or taller than everyone else around him.I love that he clearly loves his southern roots, I especially love that Southern Charm thing he’s got going on. I love that he clearly loves what he does, nothing is sexier than a man who seems to be complete in himself and happy with what he has done and is doing.
And I love, as I said before, that every time I look at him I am just a little bit more attracted to him than I was the day before.It’s the longest “crush” I’ve ever had on a famous person…or any person for that matter.My friend pointed out to me just the other day that I’ve never liked a guy as long as I’ve liked Jackson and the fact that I’m only becoming more attracted to him feels like it could be an issue. Haha.
So yes, there is a lack of Jacksper love, though he probably gets the most after Rob/Edward.But I don’t really mind that, because…well…I think we all know I can be a little territorial.What I would like to see more of though is a little more Jacksper appreciation.The guy is interesting and talented and gorgeous.
How we don’t have more conversations about him is just beyond me. Hehehe.
Peace, Love and Sandwiches!
Allysue
aka Ms Rathlock
Disclaimer: I would like to assure everyone that I am not delusional.I do not know Jackson, I have no idea what kind of person he actually is.I don’t actually believe that he is my husband or lover or anything else, it’s all just in fun that I say these things.I would never stalk the guy, I’d never scream or cry if he came near me, I’d never try and steal his hat (which someone did, and is extremely lame IMO).He is just a dude who just so happens to be exceptionally good looking and seems to have an amazingly charming personality.
P.S. Go check out the Jacksper Thread and look over some of the amazing things people have posted and leave some love yourself! <3
