Jacob and Alice’s friendship is just a neverending series of height challenges where the two compete to see who can do a list of increasingly impossible scenarios with more ease: the tall one, or the short one
Admit it: none of y’all cared about the main love triangle. You were thirsting over Alice.
all i want for christmas is a book of the emails bella sent alice in new moon, please & thank you
Twilight aesthetics; Jacob Black |
not the right kind of monster.
‘“Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?”’
‘“The clouds I can handle, but I can’t fight with an eclipse”’
‘“Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood – supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest tress on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark.“ He smiled to show me how little stock he put in the histories. Another legend claims that we descended from wolves – and that the wolves are our brothers still."’
Does it upset anyone else that vampires can’t experience the effects of alcohol? Sometimes I lay in bed and picture Alice and Emmett drunkenly dancing like idiots in the club, hammered off their asses. And you KNOW that they would stop in the forest on their way home to have a huge drunken feast, just like us humans do when we beg our Uber drivers to stop at McDonald’s on the way home.
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Wasn’t Alice and Jasper a “year younger” in school than Emmett, Rose, and Edward and Bella? Or was that a fever dream…
Edward: I’m not turning you into a vampire and we def can’t frick because I might kill you, Bella
Bella: If u don’t turn me into a vampire, Alice will
Alice: (packing two suitcases full of lingerie and bikinis for their honeymoon and nothing else) You can’t spell die without the D 🤪🍆💦
This is my Instagram! Twilight saga related as well!
( AUTHOR’S NOTE ) – Yes, a new blog dedicated to the possibly-already-dead fandom! But hey, might as well allow my mind to run wild.
( GIFS MADE BY ME UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE ! )
▐ IMAGINE: BEING AN IMMORTAL AND SAVING EDWARD CULLEN INSTEAD OF IT BEING HIM SAVING YOU.
▐ PAIRING: EDWARD CULLEN X READER
Your body grew hot with an inevitable nervousness; your heart dropped into your stomach. From a distance you watched him being pummeled by an immortal to an inhuman degree, all to protect someone he cared for. You knew he wouldn’t want you to get involved but you found that you would eventually have no other choice.
Nothing more than a whisk of wind, you were immediately by the side of the opponent, grasping his upper arm with a ferocious grip before casting him backwards into another set of mirrors. When the male immortal’s grip was released from your boyfriend's esophagus, he broke into a fit of violent coughs.
Your nostrils flared as a new wave of anger overtook your physique. “What the actual fuck were you thinking taking on another immortal on your own, dick? You could’ve been killed. I’m tired of saving your ass.”
“Yeah, thank you,” said Edward, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You rolled your eyes and positioned yourself to proceed fighting James. Together.
This is hilarious 😂
On the morning of October 1st, 1917, sixteen-year-old Mary Alice Brandon awoke with words on her skin. She already knew what they would say, but she held her arm up to the light anyway, admiring the elegant curl of the Y, the graceful waves of the M’s.
I’m sorry, ma’am.
Well, whoever he was, he had very nice penmanship. That boded well, Alice thought. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating very hard in the hopes of triggering a vision, but nothing came. The mysterious apology-maker would stay mysterious a while longer.
A few months ago, Alice had been pulling out some of Cynthia’s knitting mistakes when the ball of yarn had slipped from her hands. It had rolled its unwinding way across the parlor floor as an image filled her mind: I’m sorry ma’am in tall, swooping letters, crawling up the inside of a forearm like fine black lace. The arm was too small to belong to anyone but herself, and she’d recognized the freckles on the inside of her own wrist.
But here at last was the irrefutable proof that the words in the vision were hers!
Alice liked her words, she decided. They were very polite. She wondered what he would be sorry for—would he bump into her? Perhaps he was clumsy.
If not for her visions, Alice might have been tempted to go about bumping into every mildly attractive young man she encountered in the hopes of receiving an apology. But her particular intuition told her this was not how fate operated—that she couldn’t force her soulmate to appear through silly contrivances.
What was more, the apology itself presented a problem. No one in Biloxi would condescend to apologize to the odd (not quite right unnatural got the devil in her) Brandon girl, and nobody ever called a little thing like her ma’am. She supposed she might not meet her soulmate until she was older, and perhaps gray enough to look distinguished. She hoped “older” didn’t mean too much older—she didn’t like waiting.
Midnight Sun by Calexico and Iron & Wine
Alacakaranlık filmini daha önce izledim fakat tekrar izleyesim geldi :)) Kaç defa izlersem izleyeyim en sevdiğim karakter Alice Cullen🖤 Filmde çok sevimli bir karakter bence🖤🖤
@hollyspiess asked for the other cullens roasting Edward! ngl, this one ended up a little darker in tone than I intended. that’s what I get for setting it during New Moon I suppose 😑
relationships: edward & the rest of the cullens, background edward/bella
characters: see above
notes: set at the end of New Moon after Edward & Co. return from Italy
content warnings: discussion of suicide, bad language
The expression “so quiet you could hear a pin drop” has long since lost all significance.
They’re vampires. They can always hear a pin drop. They could hear a pin drop in the middle of a hurricane.
So there isn’t really an equivalent expression that captures the level of silence in the dining room. So quiet that a human could hear a pin drop, perhaps.
A human. Bella, asleep in the cozy fragrance of her bedroom just a few miles from where he stands. The soft, slow breaths from between her parted lips warm against his skin as she curls up beside him, wonderfully solid and present and real and alive.
i found this in my camera role from July 2018 ??? still think its a cute alice sketch