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Emmett McCarty Cullen - Born 1915 (No Exact Date)

Zodiac Sign (guessed) - Leo

Zodiac traits

a sunny disposition

honesty and loyalty

attractive liveliness

friendliness and kindness

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within fifteen minutes i have found two different grown adult men who have dating app profiles that say their worst fear is:

werewolves.

one was funny. two is like... hang on, do we actually have a werewolf problem in this town?

#jared paul and embry causing a riot in la push rn

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TOP 5/10 CHARACTERS PER SHOW (as voted by my followers) ↳ teen wolf edition #5. Stiles Stilinski portrayed by Dylan O'Brien

#my edward #twilight fan cast

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Secret Beach, Oregon (2131x2749)(OC)

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"There were things I still wanted. To be married with a nice house and a husband who kissed me when he came home. A family of my own. Mostly, I wanted a baby. So much. Royce King was the most eligible bachelor in town. I barely knew him. But I was young. I was in love with the idea of love." — Rosalie Hale, Eclipse

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Impeccable Face Value

A Twilight Fanfic

FFN

A03

"He pushed the door open with his shoulder, moving with too much grace for someone of his size. From across the room, he caught her staring. Bella’s breath caught in her throat. His eyes widened. Then dulled, disinterested with what they landed on.

The same golden eyes that haunted Bella’s dreams every night since she first saw them last summer."

Vampire!Edward x Human!Bella. Heavily Rory x Jess inspired.

A HUGE thank you to @twilightsagawebcomic for being my beta 🤍🤍 her passion for sentence structure, wonderful ideas, and support made this fic the best one yet!

#10 out of 10 #twilight fanfic

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Just leave me be...I promise I am happy here.

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rays of sunlight in the early morning forest

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I have another idea I can’t stop thinking about

Carlisle and Esme are both human, married and in love (obs). After 4 years of trying for a baby they fall pregnant and are so desperately overjoyed. But 2 weeks later Carlisle ends up being attacked on the way home from work. He stops to assist a broken down car. However when he approaches approached the car he disturbs a vampire who was feeding on the driver. Carlisle tries to run but is bitten waking up three days later alone and thirsty….

All he can think about is Esme and his thirst. The two go hand in hand. He wants to get back to her but every time he moves closer to civilisation he wants to feed on human blood, so he retreats back into the forest, disgusted with himself. He was a doctor in his previous life, wanting to help people and how he was the opposite.

Esme is obviously beside herself. She is frantically looking for him. A search party, posters, missing people charities contacted, but nothing. No trace. How can this happen to her? They were so happy after such a hard time in their lives. She whispers to her baby every night that she will never give up looking for him.

Carlisle works with his thirst, desperate to get back to Esme - finds he can survive on animal blood. Finally, just as Esme is reaching the end of her pregnancy Carlisle is able to reach the woods that border his old house. He can smell her. Oh, how wonderful she smells. It’s overpowering and draws him in closer, he finally sees her through the kitchen window washing the dishes. He moves closer, it’s dark, she can’t see out to the dark grass. She dries her hands and walks across the kitchen past the glass doors. Carlisle sees her. He drops to her knees and sobs. The swell of her pregnant belly is too much for him, the way she touches her rounded stomach and talks to the baby. It’s all he’s ever wanted and it was taken away from him.

He can hear two heartbeats. He can sense the extra blood, his lips begin to pull back across his sharp teeth. The growl pulls him back and he runs away. He despises himself. He wanted to bite her, consume her, drink her blood.

He now visits every night, sitting in the trees far enough away so he’s of no danger. He watches over her and his baby that is safe inside her body.

One night, after hunting, he goes back and she’s not there. He panics. He can smell amniotic fluid. The baby, she must be in labour.

He follows the scent as best he could and heads for the hospital, but it’s too much. He can’t get closer. The bloodlust. The fear someone would see him. So he goes back to their old house, to the safety of the woods. After a day - he’s curious. Is the key still under the chicken flowerpot by the front door… it is… he lets himself in.

He consumes her scent. He wraps himself in her blankets, her clothes, their bed. His heart aches greater than it ever has before. Nothing has changed. His belongings are still in the house, his running shoes were still by the front door. Like she was expecting him to come back. His throat burns but he could put that aside for her.

For them.

She returns 5 days later. He retreats to the forest. She is alone. She’s quiet, her eyes are hollow sat upon dark circles. Her skin pale. The life and love deserted her. She’s forlorn. Her shoulders are slumped, she shuffles her feet, looking at the ground. Esme’s good friend brings her in and settles her into bed… they hardly say anything to each other. Esme can’t make eye contact. She sobs quietly into her pillow.

Carlisle hurts for her. What happened? The fire in his throat is present he can smell her bleeding from down below, and its like a hot iron piercing through his soul. It would have consumed him and made him tear into the house if he wasn’t so concerned for her.

Carlisle wonders where is the baby? What has happened, what has gone so wrong? Esme’s friend goes downstairs and makes a call to her husband. Carlisle can hear every word as he’s so close to the house now. Esme’s sobs are pulling him apart. He wants to comfort her and he’s so close but he needs to her what her friend says on the phone.

‘I’m back at Esme’s. I’ve just tucked her in bed’

‘Oh babe, poor girl. How is she?’ A male voice came from the small phone.

‘She’s bad’ a pause. ‘I can’t believe this happened. It’s just so tragic. First Carlisle, now their precious baby boy. She doesn’t deserve this’

Carlisle felt as though the world had shattered around him. He had a son. But what had happened? He couldn’t stay away any longer. Esme needed him.

He climbs in through their bedroom window. She barely lifts her head to acknowledge him. Her face is tear stained and eyes are blank. She catatonic. He has to hold his breath but pushes the fire down. Her emotional needs were far greater than the pain in his throat. He calls softly to her. She doesn’t register.

He sits on the edge of the bed. His cold hand reaches out to take her hand. He has to loosen her fingers that are gripping the sheets tightly.

‘Esme’ he tried again.

She slowly turns her face to his and whispers ‘You’ve come back’

‘Oh, darling. I’m so sorry, my love’ he watched the silent tears roll down her face as he spoke.

‘Take good care of him’ Esme was so far into grief, she assumes Carlisle has come from the afterlife to comfort her. She doesn’t realise he’s with her, that he’s really there. He sat with her until he heard the friend come back up the stairs.

He goes to hunt - to quench the fire that burns his soul. The grief of losing a son, Esme’s grief fuelling his body to run further to smash through trees to be careless. After he drained his third bear he fell into the fur and cried. Tearless sobs echoed across the valley as the rain poured down.

He went back 2 days later. She was gone. The police were there. He heard that she had left in the middle of the night. Carlisle closed his eyes and followed her scent. The rain dampened it but with her fresh bleeding after birth he could track her through the woods. He ran as if his life depended on it.

He finds her at the edge of a cliff, that overlooked the valley in the forest. A favourite picnic spot of theirs from happier times. Her hair whipping around her face blowing her scent into the wind. She stepped closer to the edge… turned around, looked at him in the eyes as he shouted

‘Esme!’ His arms reaching out for her, his fingertips stretching to their limits.

He heard her whisper as she fell backwards over the edge ‘I’m coming Carlisle’. He watched her fall and then he jumped.

He heard the impact of her soft body hitting the ground and she didn’t scream. He landed next to her. Scooping her up screaming ‘no, no, no’ thoughts screaming round his head - what could he do. Her breathing was uneven, her heart was fading, she was so close to death. He needed to save her.

His fingers held her broken body close to his, his face buried in her hair, close to the skin of her neck. He could feel the flutter of her pulse. His teeth were so close to her skin. He thought of the crescent moon scars that were on his neck… on his wrists as he leant into her.

Following some unknown instinct he bite into her skin, her blood filling his mouth. He groaned as he stopped himself from swallowing the delicious blood that spilled from her body. He bit again on the other side, her wrists and her chest near her heart. He held her close as she screamed for three days. Trying desperately to muffle the sounds of her pain. Burying themselves deeper into a nearby crack in the cliff.

He hated himself for putting her through it. He couldn’t bear to continue to cause her pain, but when her visible injuries began to heal and her heart stopped beating he knew it had worked. He continued to hold her as her red eyes flicked open and fell upon his.

‘Carlisle?’ She whispered. ‘Heaven’

‘My love. I’m here’

#carlisle x esme #help i’m crying #i love this version so much

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I made a helpful infographic to explain

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Not only that, but Bella is actively AGAINST playing Barbie. She does not want to participate. Unpopular opinion but Alice is not the best friend many fans think she is. She is just as controlling and manipulative as Edward from book one, except she never has a redemption arc or learns to respect Bella’s autonomy. The fact that she’s obsessed with giving Bella makeovers while Rosalie would’ve been a happy participant goes to prove my point: It was never about the makeovers; it was about controlling Bella and proving to herself that she knows best.

TLDR: Alice has problems.

Still thinking about how weird it is that Alice's is gung-ho for future best friend and sister Bella who hates parties, fashion, shopping, makeovers -- all the things that Alice loves.

When she LITERALLY has ROSALIE who LOVES to be the center of attention and is probably more than happy for Alice to design clothes for her and show them off.

And like I get it; Bella is Cinderella and Alice is her fairy godmother. It would be too "selfish" and "frivolous" for Bella to 'want' to go to the ball or have nice clothes; but if it's all given to her and she insists she doesn't want/need it, then she can have her cake and eat it too. I get it. I do.

It just seems to me that if Alice wants to play Barbie with someone, ROSALIE would be more amenable to that. What is it about Bella that makes her better best friend material for Alice than Rosalie? Other than being the main character?

#unpopular opinion #twilight canon

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Shrek (2001) dir. Andrew Adamson & Vicky Jenson

#edward cullen #except it’s all in his head

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me, halfway through listening through a song: hmm this might have otp potential

*restarts song but this time listening with Blorbo Intent

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- edward cullen, new moon

girlies (gender neutral) i am back

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it's women's history month so here are some of my favorite twilight women ♡

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WAIT, new twilight is getting animated by the BARBIE MOVIES GUYS

This has a potential to be the most memable piece of media in years

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sorry 😲😳 haters 😜❌😋 I only listen 👂 👂 to

REAL

music 🎶 😉