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goldeneyedgirl · 4 months

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TwiFicmas23 Day 7: ATBT (all the truth that's in me)

Good evening! Tonight I've got All These Broken Things, with a brand new portion from the second draft. I'm really excited about how this fits into the fic because it really sets up the 'healing' character arc and the part it replaces wasn't nearly as interesting or character-driven.

I hope everyone is well and having a nice holiday period, whatever that looks like.

all the truth that's in me.

five years post-breaking dawn.

The notes start showing up late spring, in dirty and crumpled envelopes with the address written in unsteady letters. There is no pattern to their arrival - three might arrive one week, and then it might be months until another appears. All of them are addressed to him, and they have no return address with postmarks from all over the country. Several of them arrive postage-due, and it’s all very strange, but no one says anything.

They know who they’re from, and so does he.

And it’s always a postcard-sized page torn from a sketchbook with a simple pencil drawing. No letters or signature. Just the drawing.

(He’s not sure what they are supposed to mean, at first - a cloudy night sky framed in treetops; hand prints sunk into the mud. His face sketched smiling warmly at something off the page. They are oddly unsettling, and he’s not sure what to make of them, or why she’s sending them. But he keeps them in his desk drawer, away from prying eyes.)

They keep coming. A dead body with the neck snapped. Blood on thin hands. Jumping into the river and being dragged by the current. A dress that doesn’t quite fit. All sketched out, devoid of colour, but so vivid and detailed that it doesn’t matter. He can see it all as if it’s a still photograph; she’s talented even beyond the skills of a vampire.

But he doesn’t know what Alice is trying to tell him. Is she showing him where she’s going? What she’s doing? It’s all disjointed and strange and he wishes he could ask her.

(He doesn't care if she's stopped hunting animals. It's not going to shock or disgust him if she has. He hopes she knows that.)

The pile of pages keeps on growing and it takes more than a dozen for him to realise Alice never draws herself. He sees her hands and feet, but there are no drawings of her face. No real reassurance in the images that she’s okay.

It still doesn’t feel like the reason she’s sending them.

(The rest of the family want to know exactly what she’s sending him, but they know better than to ask. Perhaps they are imagining short letters full of pleasantries that at least makes him feel confident in her path forward. Or marks on a map so that he knows where to find her. Both things that he would prefer so at least he knows that she’s not out there miserable and suffering - which is what he assumes is the truth. She never asked them for help before.)

He doesn’t understand.

The next four arrive in a row, one after the other from Tuesday to Friday.

The first one is of a diner. People hunched over soup bowls and coffee, the checkerboard floors, the waitresses doling out coffee.

He doesn’t recognize the place until the second card and it’s like being thrown back in time, into his most shameful memory. He knows that diner, he remembers that night and what he did there. It weighs as heavily on him as a lot of the things he did in the South.

He feels sick looking at the drawing, at the rendering of his rain-soaked self walking through the door. He doesn’t need another card, he wants to tear this one up. He hates it, hates the fact that Alice saw this, hates the fact that she found a red pencil just for his eyes. And he hates that the next card that he gets will show him exactly what he’s capable of, damning evidence of one of the most terrible things he’s ever done. A page scrawled over in red, letting him know that she knows his past, knows what kind of man he chose to be.

The shame is stifling, and it takes hours for him to calm down enough to venture out of his study. He’s confused and oddly hurt that she felt the need to send him this, even as the calmer, more rational voice in his head reminds him that she is most likely still upset and hurt by him and his actions in Forks. That if lashing out with the truth, with his truth, hurts so badly then that is his fault for being such a monster in the first place.

Esme notices how unsettled he is, but she doesn’t ask. Of the whole family, she and Jasper are the two who took Alice’s departure the hardest. The rest of the family were confused and hurt - but Carlisle was very much the kind of person who believed that the door was always open to Alice as a daughter, a sister, or as a friend, and that sometimes paths divert. Rosalie and Edward saw it as a betrayal, that Alice had rejected their offering of family, and weren’t interested or invested in her return. Emmett just shrugged and said that he hoped she was doing better. And Bella just admitted that Alice had scared her when she was a human because of everything that happened with James.

He doesn’t want to talk to Esme about the drawings. Alice addressed them to him and to him alone. And he’s still not sure what the message is, beyond the diner. He doesn’t want Esme speculating, inspecting them for clues. They’re his, and his alone, to riddle out for a reason.

It’s less than a day before the next one arrives, and he practically snatches it from Esme’s hand, tension in every movement - obvious enough that Rosalie gives him a funny look but he doesn’t want to explain.

He sits in his study with the door locked, and it still takes time to convince himself to open it, to see her beautiful rendering of the diner awash in the blood of twelve innocent people. A place he set fire to as soon as he could stand. It had been in all the papers, the gas-line explosion in Philadelphia that killed everyone inside.

Jasper never returned to that city, and has refused to live there ever since.

He finally opens the envelope and flips over the paper.

It’s not…

It’s wrong. It’s not what happened.

The page she has sent has him sitting in the window of the diner, across from her; the angle is such that her hands are reaching out to him, wearing gloves with tiny buttons. The closest thing he has to a drawing of her face is her fuzzy reflection in the rain-flecked glass.

The look on his face in the drawing is unfamiliar. It’s suspicious and incredulous but so very tired. He’s forgotten how gaunt he looked in those days, the strain of everything written across his face.

(He understands even less than he did before, but if she means it as some kind of comfort to him, he appreciates the clumsy attempt. He murdered twelve people that night, a hysterical panic attack that was over in less than twenty seconds, and left him shaking in the corner of the diner. Ten minutes after he walked in, the building was on fire, and he was half a city away.)

It still feels like he’s missing something about all of the cards. He could ask the others, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want his siblings to look at him like he’s crazy or a fool, and explain them so simply and obviously. He couldn’t stand it if they understood immediately and he hadn’t, when she entrusted them to him.

And then the next one arrives, and he’s absolutely bewildered. No faces, just bodies, his hand hiking up her skirt with her legs wrapped around him, pressed against dark brickwork of an alley. Even with only a fragment of the scene, it’s abundantly obvious that this is what happened after the diner and he’s oddly ashamed that this version of him that she’s made up didn’t have the grace to get a room for the night. But he’s also the one that was fucking her in the woods, so maybe he’s a hypocrite.

He’s also oddly relieved to see the return of the red pencil in the trim of her shift, and nothing else.

And that’s it for months. No more grubby envelopes with his name written neater every single time. No more postmarks darting all over the country. No more picture-riddles that he doesn’t understand. And somehow, that makes it worse. He spreads them out on the floor of his study once, in order, and tries to figure them out. There are exactly forty-eight of them, and he wonders if that’s a coincidence.

Emmett brings him the next one, nearly six months later. Marked from Washington State, and Jasper wonders with horror if she tried to go home again and they weren’t there. But it’s been years, surely… no, surely she was just passing through. She knows they aren’t there, because she sends mail to him. Just a coincidence.

There’s more than one in the envelope this time. And they’ve all been destroyed; scrunched up and torn and scribbled through. It takes him over an hour to piece together what she’s sent, to try and erase the angry lines bisecting the drawing without erasing something important.

And they’re beautiful. Vaguer and looser than the drawings before, scattered scenes across four pages of them. Her face is always obscured but the way she stands next to him, the way she’s portrayed beside him - always close, always touching - is so different to what he expected. It’s a kind of gentleness he never thought himself capable of.

Before all of this, when he considered marriage, he figured he’d be exactly as he would have been as a human husband - polite, respectful, and protective. That he was incapable of that easy back-and-forth that Esme and Carlisle shared; or that relaxed affection and camaraderie of Rosalie and Emmett. Or even the absolute devotion that Bella and Edward held together. That invisible way anyone who walked into a room could tell that they were together and in love. No, he wouldn’t have that. If there was any hope for a partner for him, they would have to accept separate rooms and that polite but firm distance between them. He would take care of them to his full ability, but that kind of intimacy would never be part of any of his relationships. He accepted that a long time ago.

And now he’s seeing that Alice, at least, believes he is capable of more. He sees that in the lines of his illustrated self, the way his body leans towards her and her to him. Touching her cheek, clasping her hand tightly, hands lacing or buttoning up a dress along a bony spine. The kind of affection and gentleness that feels alien to him, and he is bewildered and oddly frustrated and angry that Alice has imposed this possibility onto him. She’s delusional if this is what she hopes for, what she expects from him. She’s destined to be disappointed if that’s the kind of thing she wants specifically from him.

Those postcards get tossed in the drawer out of order from the others, and his mood is foul for days. He’d rather she’d sent him a portrait of his kills than this fantasy.

He ignores the next two envelopes on his desk for two weeks before he opens them. The first one he wants to burn, because it’s just him again, facing her with a totally foreign expression on his face. His own face looks like a stranger to him in that picture.

But the second one…

It’s identical to the very first one she ever sent. The night sky framed in trees. Perhaps they’ve reached the end of her fairy tale, and he can be left in peace.

The next ones take weeks to arrive, one every three days, and he’s not really sure why she’s still sending them until he opens the first one up and recoils.

James’ face fills the frame, his smile too wide, and his eyes cold. The red pencil has returned in his irises, in the corners of his mouth, and a swipe at his hairline. In all the careful renderings of his own face, Jasper had wondered if Alice was even capable of drawing the violent, monstrous truth in people. But now… the pencil has dug into the paper, and some of the lines are unsteady. There is terror and hate in every stroke, and James in that picture is the most terrible thing that can be conceived.

The rest of them are abstract, with no faces or details, but it doesn’t take much to decipher the violence and fear and misery in each one.

In the spirals within the internals of her severed wrist, the petrified flesh and muscle rippled like the rings in the stump of a tree.

In the portrait of rats, of squirrels, of scavenged meals so beneath her nature that he can see the shame in each line. In a collection of lines that he doesn’t do more than glimpse at, but the meaning and intent and occurrence are already burnt into his mind.

This is how he tortured me, degraded me, raped me. He can hear her say it, in her soft, flat voice.

And he wonders, again, why he is being shown this. Why she has gone to so much trouble, to draw and send him each page like this.

The final one arrives in spring, more than three years after they started. They’ve stopped being a curiosity in the house; Esme very occasionally asks him how Alice is, and he’s noncommittal because he truly has no idea. He knows nothing more than when they started, honestly.

There are over one hundred of them now, bound together in his desk, and he’s given up trying to understand Alice’s motive in sending them and is just compiling them for her. They are some kind of diary, and he is merely the archivist. He can do that. It makes them easier to handle, in many ways.

He doesn’t even realise the last one is the end, honestly. He’s become numb to the horror of the most recent ones, looking at them briefly before adding them to the stack - in order, of course. The previous one had them running in the forest - the red of their eyes and of Victoria’s hair bright and eye-catching amongst the black of the pencil. The drawings have gotten looser, lazier, and he wonders if she’s losing interest in the project.

The last one slides out of the envelope, and… it’s him. It’s him, in beautiful detail, the baseball bat mid-spin in his hand. He’s grinning at someone off-page, and she’s found a golden pencil for his eyes. There’s the gesture of Bella and Esme behind him, but he is the focus - soft and realistic and rendered so very carefully, right down to the scar next to his right eye.

And in the bottom left corner, in tiny letters, there is a heart with ‘Alice’ carefully signed. That’s how he knows she’s done. And that’s how he knows that it’s taken him too long to understand and that he needs… he needs someone else to look at what she’s given him and explain to him how he’s supposed to put this all together.

#alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #the twilight saga #twilight fic #ficmas #ficmas23 #my fic: all these broken things #when jasper realises they're going to have to hold him back from finding her #alice spending hours drawing jasper just the way she sees him in her head #and ending up in tears drawing all the good times they were supposed to have after the diner #as soon as stl is complete atbt gets posted i'm very excited

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pyrotf2 · 2 months

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insane thoughts Abt scu

[id: three screenshots from discord, the first says "scu charlie and scu Bizly r so so DONT GET ME WRONG ALL THE SCU I COULD GO CRAZY FOR

but something about scu charlie and scu Bizly.. the guilt brothers... ITS THE JUDGE , JURY EXCUTIONER GUILTY THING I TAKED ABT W MY FRIEND

scu Charlie's the judge, scu Condi's the jury, scu Bizly's the excutioner and scu grizzly is the guilty ..,... like aughgeugsishjsn gods when they kill their fellow god"

the second has someone censored out with a sun, it goes

"I LOVE COURT METAOHORS FOR THEM ... SCU CHARLIE DANMED GRIZZLY BUT SCU BIZLY WAS THE ONE TO KILL HIM!!!!! THIS MAKES ME INSANE"

person two: "GOD????OUAUAHGHG - 1 BILLION DAMAGE"

"charlie and bizlh the guilt brothers .... guy who danmed their brother and guy who killed him, guys who ARE SO bites into a table..I think charlie and Bizly should be locked into a room and forced to share their feelings like a family dinner"

finally the last screenshot says, "HDJDJDJS bc I love them <3 sometimes love is putting your blorbos through the wringer /silly

I think biz and charlie make me so insane is bc they were directly responsible for grizzly death (nuance obviously they ALL helped kill him) but it's like

condi's , like, he didn't do anything he didn't directly kill grizzly but he didn't stop them either (he tried to talk grizzly down AFTER) but yk? he stood aside,

and charlie sent him TO hell via apple, and bizly shot him i think just charlie ad bizky have SO much guilt in those bad boys that they are the guilt brkthers ... guys who hate eachothr and bond over guilt, even. I am the #1 insane person over Bizly and charlie scu, SCU GRIZZLY AND I'm just insane over scu I think ,I miss them all so much." /End id]

#cupid.curses #scu #scu!bizly #scu!charlie #<- since uts mainly atbt them

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realjem · 10 months

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Gamers I rhink my computer might be broken

#so for context my laptop is liek 5? 6? years old maybe #and for like 2 years the battery has been like Dead and the rest of ot has been slowly breaking (mostly the keys)#but it will stay on as long as its plugged in #but ocassionally someone will unplug it by accident or the power will flicker or whatever #so it dies and then i gotta plug it back in and reload it and open all my tabs again and its a whole thing #but the power just flickered again because it was raining. and the damn thing will turn on. but the screen is black #and ive tried a lot. im just giving it some time atbt #giving it some time at this point and hoping that itll come back up???#graahhhh #jem.txt

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abyssmalice · 14 days

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(my tonitoni is truly ATBT (assigned tartaglia by tumblr))

#ooc / on mobile!

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 6 months

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mac i am so sorry to enter ur inbox with more qsmp but oh my god. qcellbit update. so he talked to bagi. his sister. he still doesn't remember her. he still needs time to process everything but she said she's waited fifteen years so she can wait a few more days. i'm crying and sobbing rn. also he doesn't even fucking remember what he did to get thrown in prison, all he knows is that he was killing people to survive one day and another he was behind bars. i'm UNWELL!!! he got called in to talk to cucurucho (the fuckin THING that's kind of the federation mascot and it tortured cellbit with a chainsaw months ago FUCK CUCURUCHO ALL MY HOMIES HATE CUCURUCHO) and he was just. fucking tired. yesterday he messed with the feds quite publicly and cucurucho questioned him about it and he said "i don't care what you do to me, you can torture me, i don't care. i just want my family back, i want a future with them. just give me peace. let me rest." HE SOUNDED SO FUCKING TIRED. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE WAS SAYING UNTIL SOMEONE POSTED A TRANSLATION BUT HE SOUNDED SO SO SAD. AND NOW CELLBIT HIMSELF IS GOING TO TWITCHCON SO QCELLBIT IS TAKING A WEEK LONG DEPRESSION NAP. MAC CAN U HEAR ME. I'M UNWELL. I'M LOSING IT. THIS IS ME RN

anyway. hows ur day. i might go watch some steven universe bc i have been meaning 2 rewatch it (or adventure time!!!! one of the two for sure) take a short break from binge watching hannibal 2 watch a silly funny cartoon :3 also still trying to make my way thru marble hornets again it's just such an insane series 2 rewatch u know but i'm getting there!!! sorry i am just currently lying on the floor in my brain thinking about qsmp i had 2 tell u what happened 2 ur blorbo in law today

NEVER APOLOGIZE TO ME ABOUT PUTTING STUFF IN MY INBOX I LOVE GETTING MAIL I LOVE LEARNING THROUGH OSMOSIS I LOVE LISTENING 2 PPL TALK ATBT THINGS THEY LOVE

that sounss aboslutely DEVASTATING btw. oh my god. so the whole thing is like.. she remembers him but he doesnt remember her ?? GODDDD thats so upsetting. im glad hes getting 2 take a nap even if it is a depression one sigh. oh man oh man i love this.

my day was! good i think! i have not had a day to reat since my whole job shadow debacle last week so im kimd of running on fumes BUT . i have off work tmw so im gonna get a haircut and feel all good about everything. and maybe work on some art bc im now caught up to my pre prepped invertober images and i have a couple other time sensitive things like that. ougah. we keep truckin. ive got a huge backlog of youtube videos to watch from last week + beginning of this week i cannot Wait to get thru those and also watch more adventure time !! bc i have offically gotten to Stakes (a marcelone centric mini series) and it is one of my favorite eras ever. i love you vampire lore!!!

#im like... skooo tired rn. i dont have ANY more words left in me.#but like i also dont want 2 sleep yet #i didnt shower this morning bc our gas lines have been down for like 3 days and we ran out of hot water #BUT theyre back up now. but also its like 11pm and my family is asleep and i dont want to wake them up #but i feel soooooo gross and greasy #+ my hair is at that point where its like. Uncomfortably Long. getting back into oh fuck i look like a girl territory. eugh #but its FINE bc im getting it CUT tomorrow. my favorite place had one (1) opening tomotrow afternoon so i snatched that shit up RIGHT away #uhhh what else. i watched some scary movies today those r always fun.#every day i yearn to be a) a man covered in blood or b) a vampire bite victim but like in a fun homoerotic way #those two things are not mutually exclusive but you know what i mean. i need 2 look like will graham #asks #friends!!!#anachronistic-falsehood #i am also revisiting an old blorbo rn and the nostalgia is hitting sooooo badly #i will not name this blorbo bc im not into public humiliation like that but ohh my god. favoritest guy ever.#fundamentally changed my life type character.#category 7 insane person moment. we stay silly !!!#im like. sooooo sleepy and rambly but also i feel a little bit like an oyster rn

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warlocks-and-phoenixes · 7 months

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OH WHATS THIS? TWI’S APHTOBER FIC!? AT A REASONABLE HOUR!?

This concept has been squatting in my head rent free for over a year btw. Fun fact I almost did it as a second Big Bang entry but then ATBT…happened.

#minecraft diaries #aphtober #aphtober 2023 #aphtober2023 #vylad ro'meave #Ro’meave family #my writing

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lyangyloops · 1 year

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idk aything abt oooiv tel me atbt it

Oooohhh my gosshh holly shittt uhhh ummm... Uh uhh ummm mmmmm hhhuuummmm

um it's like a comedy/joke powerPoint object show an uh like FUCK I'm so bad at explaining things mann uhhh there's a lot of goofy moments very enjoyable experience

I'd recommend you watch it cuz it's a well made show and I like it a lot !!!!! (Plus there's only the 7 fans of the show PLEASE WATCH IT /nf)

#AS MUCH AS I LOVE THE SHOW I CANT EXPLAIN SHIT #theres so many silly gags i love it #anyways a bit off topic but now my thingy is oooiv themed #i have so many drawings from the show saved DUDE #i have them saved yet i dont really do much with them since i have NO ONE to talk to about the show #oooiv #object object object IV #osc #object show community

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veryconfusedunlabeledguy · 9 months

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tysm for tagging me in this danny ( @airbrushfather) i’ve never done an ask game before this is exciting!

Last song-

a thousand bad times by post malone (could not tell you any of the lyrics to it i do not listen to him whatsoever but that noah kahan song that featured him came out yesterday and so today i was just like? remember that period last year when you obsessively listened to that one post malone album and enjoyed it? so i listened to it and then i finished that one and moved on to a different album of his that i don’t think i’ve listened to before and i’m on circles now, which is the song after atbt so here we are! this is a very random comparison but i feel like charli xcx and post malone have similar vibes)

Currently watching-

fuck all, really (i’m more of a youtube person than a movie/tv person currently but hey, shoot me a recommendation if you’ve got a movie/show you want to talk about! it’s the holidays rn and i’ve got nothing better to do)

Currently reading-

american psycho (i’ve been struggling through it for the past like four months, i’ve set a deadline for myself that i have to finish it by friday because it’s been too. long. and i do want to finish it! it’s just a hard read. i’ve also read a shit ton of hockey rpf lately i just don’t know what the most recent one i’ve read is- probably something by @/hard4softthings bc they’re just so good!

Current obsession-

hockey! so much hockey. i used to be suuuuper obsessed with the 1975 but i sort of lost interest with them after that gross podcast matty did and then in april i went to a kraken game and that’s sort of been it from there!

i have no one to tag uhhhh @silverscribble do you want to give this a go? no pressure or anything but if you’re so inclined!

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dragoncarrion · 1 year

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my tumblr app was being broken and showed that you had the same icon as me. which was a very confusing ten seconds.

HELPPPP. ATBT (assigned Tara by tumblr)

#ask box #SOMETIMWS THAT HAPPENS TO ME TOO BUT WITH ASKS #like i see a really shitty ask and it has my name and PFP so i get scared for a sec #but i scroll back up and it's gone. saur weird

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sh4tt3rg1rl · 3 months

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…do you know about the Splatoon relationship chart

OF COURSE I KNOW

IM THE SPLATOON SUPERFAN

ASK ME LITERALLY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ATBT SPLATOON AND ILL KNOW

(ps i have it saved on my phone)

#xeyasks

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goldeneyedgirl · 6 months

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@sonyawix okay I found THREE possibilities for this passage because I know how annoying it is when you want to read one specific passage and you cannot find it.

The first is Alice's call-out in Infidelity Verse right here at the bottom, where she basically says, "you suck, goodbye," and Jasper is pretty much destroyed by the scale of hurt and misery he's created. I know it's not ATBT, but it was the first thing that popped to mind.

Then there is this little one-shot about Alice's feelings when she's leaving the Cullens right here

Then there is the scene where Jasper is reflecting three years after Alice leaves which has a bedfellows mention but I have zero memory of every posting it, so it's below. I think this summer's project might be fixing and creating a master tags list for my fics. ANYWAY, if these aren't it, let me know, and I'll do a deep dig into my files..

Yeah, ATBT is far sadder. STL has hope. It's right in the title, it's in every chapter. There's always hope, and I've made no secret that Jasper and Mary-Alice get a happy ending. ATBT is devoid of a lot of hope in the first draft. A bit of a trauma conga-line, really.

I'm hoping that I'll have enough of ATBT drafted that I'll be updating on a regular schedule - especially since some of the chapters are very short. So much more was prewritten than STL (it was supposed to be a one-shot) and it follows along the canon timeline, so there won't be giant waiting periods as I marinate in what comes next.

Let me know if these are the right sections!

It is three years before they see her again, and it is during a visit to Denali.

They are still based in New Hampshire for Bella’s first attempt at college, in a huge, sprawling house that sees a veritable revolving door of guests – Charlie, the wolves, and various friends whom have renewed ties with the Cullens since the Volturi debacle. It actually feels empty when they aren’t hosting guests. But there is always laughter, always joy, with Renesmee amongst them.

There is a small bedroom next to his study, painted blue and white, that Esme will not speak about except to say that, “it’s here for her when she’s ready,” as she hangs up a scant handful of clothing in the cavernous closet. The flowers in the vase on the dresser are changed as soon as they droop, and not a speck of dust lies on a single surface. The bookcase is neatly arranged with books and brand new art supplies, and Jasper wonders how Esme knew which books, which paints to buy, and there is a new wave of shame that he doesn’t.

What does he know about her, truly? Has she ever told him something about herself? Her likes, her preferences, her hopes? Did Esme choose blue paint because she knew Alice liked blue?

He ventures into the room some days and just stands there. He wants her in there, folded into the armchair, with a book open in her lap, her fingers tracing the words. Looking up at him with that special look that he could never quite decipher. Something hopeful, something desperate. He knew he could lead her anywhere when she wore that look, and he hated himself for it.

Loneliness has been his bedfellow for so long, it feels cheap and weak to acknowledge it now. Before Forks, before Bella and Alice, he and Edward were the loners, brothers and comrades. He had never spoken to Edward about it, the idea that there might be someone out there for him that was a perfect match, his absolution, but he hadn’t earned it. He had been monstrous and deserved no such prize.

Her absence aches. A tangle of guilt and longing that never leaves.

#sonyawix #asks #my fic: all these broken things #my fic; infidelity #snippets in october? in THIS economy?#alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #i look forward to angst battle: atbt vs of the moon #or monster but that one might just be fucked up and not angsty #but i think of the moon might be a contender #we'll see

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lu12335 · 7 months

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phuongdg · 10 months

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Biên độ nhiệt là gì? Cách tính biên độ nhiệt chuẩn nhất

Biên độ nhiệt là một trong những yếu tố giúp xác định được mức nhiệt tại một nơi bất kỳ. Tuy nhiên, không phải ai cũng hiểu rõ biên độ nhiệt là gì và cách tính như thế nào cho đúng. Trong bài viết này chúng tôi sẽ cung cấp đến bạn đầy đủ những thông tin liên quan đến biên độ nhiệt, hãy cùng theo dõi nhé!

Biên độ nhiệt là gì?

Biên độ nhiệt là thuật ngữ dùng để chỉ khoảng cách chênh lệch giữa nhiệt độ cao nhất và nhiệt độ thấp nhất trong cùng một khoảng thời gian (trong cùng một ngày, một tháng hoặc một năm) của cùng một khu vực địa lý.

Biên độ nhiệt là khoảng chênh lệch giữa mức nhiệt cao nhất và thấp nhất Trong cùng một vùng địa lý, nhiệt độ sẽ có sự khác biệt theo từng khoảng thời gian khác nhau. Điều này là bởi chúng bị ảnh hưởng tùy thuộc vào các yếu tố tác động như vị trí địa lý, khí hậu thay đổi… Trong nghiên cứu khí tượng, biên độ nhiệt là một đơn vị được dùng để tính sự thay đổi của nhiệt độ theo ngày, tháng, năm hoặc giữa các mùa.

Cách tính biên độ nhiệt năm

Từ khái niệm trên chúng ta có công thức tính biên độ nhiệt trung bình năm như sau: Biên độ nhiệt A = Tmax – Tmin Trong đó: A: Biên độ nhiệt tại một thời điểm (đơn vị đo là độ C). Tmax: Là nhiệt độ cao nhất (đơn vị đo là độ C). Tmin: Nhiệt độ thấp nhất (đơn vị đo độ C). Lưu ý: Nhiệt độ cao nhất và nhiệt độ thấp nhất dùng để tính biên độ nhiệt độ phải được quan trắc trong cùng một khoảng thời gian theo ngày, theo tháng hoặc năm.

Các loại biên độ nhiệt phổ biến

Dựa vào khoảng thời gian quan trắc nhiệt độ, ta chia biên độ nhiệt ra thành 3 loại. Mỗi loại đều có các đặc điểm riêng biệt, nhưng nhìn chung chúng đều có chung một bản chất. 3 loại biên độ nhiệt độ thường được tính trong các nghiên cứu khí tượng thủy văn gồm có: Biên độ nhiệt tính theo ngày, biên độ nhiệt tính trung bình tháng và biên độ nhiệt theo trung bình năm. Biên độ nhiệt theo ngày

Biên độ nhiệt theo ngày phụ thuộc vào thời tiết của ngày hôm đó Biên độ nhiệt theo ngày được hiểu là độ chênh lệch nhiệt max – min trong một ngày. Như vậy, biên độ nhiệt trong ngày sẽ phụ thuộc vào trạng thái thời tiết của ngày hôm đó. Nếu hôm đó trời quang mây, có nắng thì biên độ nhiệt thường cao. Còn nếu hôm đó trời nhiều mây hoặc có mưa dông thì biên độ nhiệt thường thấp. Thông thường nhiệt độ không khí đạt mức cao nhất trong ngày rơi vào khoảng 13 – 14 giờ chiều, ở mặt đất là 13 giờ (sớm hơn nhiệt độ không khí). Đồng thời, khoảng thời gian có nhiệt độ thấp nhất thường là lúc trước khi mặt trời mọc. Theo nhiều nghiên cứu, ở nước ta, biên độ nhiệt có giá trị cao nhất là vào mùa hè, cuối thu và đầu đông (khu vực miền Bắc). Biên độ nhiệt độ ngày cũng được tính bởi vì nó có ảnh hưởng tới việc trồng rau màu. Nó có ý nghĩa lớn đối với các loại cây trồng lấy củ vào thời kỳ tích lũy như là: Khoai tây, khoai lang, cà rốt,… Biên độ nhiệt trung bình tháng Biên độ nhiệt độ trung bình trong một tháng được tính dựa trên hiệu số giữa nhiệt độ trung bình cao nhất và nhiệt độ trung bình thấp nhất trong cùng một tháng nào đó. Chúng ta có công tính tính biên độ nhiệt trung bình tháng là: A(tbt) = Tmax TBT – Tmin TBT Trong đó: Atbt: Là biên độ nhiệt trung bình tháng. Tmax TBT: Mức nhiệt độ trung bình cao nhất trong tháng đó. Tmin TBT: Mức nhiệt độ trung bình thấp nhất trong tháng. Cả 3 đại lượng trên đều tính theo đơn vị độ C. Biên độ nhiệt độ trung bình tháng sẽ có sự biến động tùy theo các tháng trong năm. Cụ thể, biên độ tháng thường có giá trị lớn nhất vào mùa hè và có giá trị nhỏ nhất vào mùa đông. Riêng đối với khu vực miền Bắc, biên độ nhiệt độ có giá trị cao nhất là mùa thu và đầu mùa đông. Người ta tính biên độ nhiệt độ trung bình một tháng để tính toán mùa vụ cho các loại cây lấy củ và các loại cây ngũ cốc. Biên độ nhiệt trung bình năm

Biên độ nhiệt trung bình năm trên toàn thế giới Biên độ nhiệt trung bình năm chính là kết quả của sự chênh lệch nhiệt độ cao nhất và thấp nhất trong vòng một năm. Biên độ nhiệt trung bình năm còn được gọi là biên độ nhiệt tuyệt đối. Nó được xem là chỉ tiêu để đánh giá sự biến động lớn nhất của nhiệt độ trong một khoảng thời gian. Biên độ nhiệt trung bình năm cũng phụ thuộc nhiều vào trạng thái thời tiết, mùa khí hậu, địa hình địa lý cũng như khoảng cách giữa lục địa và biển. Công thức tính biên độ nhiệt năm đó là: A tbn = Tmax TBN – Tmin TBN

Các yếu tố tác động tới biên độ nhiệt

Biên độ nhiệt sẽ bị ảnh hưởng bởi các yếu tố như: Điều kiện khí hậu, thời điểm đo nhiệt độ, vị trí địa lý của khu vực, địa hình khu vực,… Ở mỗi vùng miền khác nhau thì biên độ nhiệt cũng có sự khác biệt bởi vì sự tác động của địa hình và thời tiết. Ví dụ như vùng Tây Bắc là vùng núi cao nên mức nhiệt ở đó có sự chênh lệch khá lớn. Vì thế mức biên độ nhiệt cao nhất có thể lên tới 15 độ C. Có thể bạn sẽ quan tâm: Hiện tượng hiệu ứng nhà kính là gì? biện pháp ứng phó Đất xám bạc màu là gì? Nguyên nhân, tính chất và biện pháp cải tạo Bài viết trên chúng tôi vừa chia sẻ khái niệm và cách tính biên độ nhiệt là gì. Hy vọng những thông tin trên đã mang tới những kiến thức khí tượng thú vị giúp cho bạn hiểu rõ hơn về sự chênh lệch nhiệt độ trong năm. Nếu còn thắc mắc gì, bạn hãy để lại câu hỏi ở phần bình luận, chúng tôi sẽ giải đáp ngay cho bạn. Read the full article

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