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miss-mademoiselle · 7 months
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any other twilight girlies still out there?
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dashboarddiaries · 7 months
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This episode is actually about Twilight but Cher tells a story that makes Lauren laugh so hard she starts crying. Also, we reinvent language several times. Or, should we say, janguage. Mer beau for listening! 
Credits and transcript in our reblog. You can find transcripts for this, and every other episode, here.
Find the posts discussed in this episode in this tag!
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She’s a 4 but you can’t hear her thoughts and she wears a long khaki skirt
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jstwilight · 2 years
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Who hell made this-
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nightshadefairy · 10 months
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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰
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spirker · 3 months
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I’m sorry but this is the same gif and no one can convince me otherwise
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chiaralbart · 6 months
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Subtle Twilight fanart today,
these are some of the most significant flowers in the Twilight universe, from the iconic New Moon tulip to meadow flowers from the various movies/books🪻✨
I couldn't fit or even find exactly *all* the flowers mentioned/seen in Twilight so this is my personal selection🖤
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jogetsobsessed · 2 months
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Picture Perfect - Edward Cullen
Standing in the kitchen you glanced through the open sliding glass door, a soft smile gracing your face as little giggles filled the air. 
You were so happy, watching as your little girl bounced around the perfectly trimmed garden, your boyfriend watching her every move, laughing as she squealed when a ladybug landed on her forearm. 
You hadn't realized it, but you had stopped preparing lunch for yourself and your daughter, floating over to the open door, leaning against the frame. Gazing out at your seemingly picture-perfect, all-American family. 
Edward could feel your gaze, looking up and meeting your eyes. Even though you had only been together for a few years you had become experts at all things with each other. Even you would always argue that he had an unfair advantage in knowing everything about you. But you did your best, learning everything about him, being able to read his expressionless face and know his feelings, even though he never wanted to share. 
After sharing a smile you turned and went back to finishing up lunch, eventually calling Edward and your daughter in. She reluctantly left the garden, only coming in after Edward did some major convincing. They sat together at the table, your daughter offering Edward some of her dinosaur-shaped cucumbers, which he as always politely declined. 
Luckily she was still at an age where she didn't pick up on certain aspects of her everyday life, like the fact she had never actually shared a meal with her father. And you were grateful for that, not looking forward to the day that you have to have the dreaded conversation with her. Not only were you going to have to explain that the monsters in fairytales were real, but that her father wasn't hers biologically. 
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“Remind me when we go to the grocery store we need more bubble baths, we don't want the princess to freak out next time we promise her a bubble bath”. He laughed from his coveted spot on your shared bed. “We wouldn't want that to happen '', he chimed in, pulling the covers back as you climbed into bed. 
“You know she loves you right”. Your question caught him off guard, the words coming out of your mouth before he could enter your thoughts. 
“Where's this coming from”, Edwards' words were full of concern. 
“I just, I don't know. I guess it's because while we were eating lunch I was thinking about the conversation I'm going to have with her in a few years. About you know, everything. About you and your family and Jeff. 
“Y/N honey, you aren't going to have to go through that alone. I will be there every step of the way with you. Whether you like it or not, I am in your life Y/N”. 
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Day had turned to night but you hadn't moved. 
You sat on the damp grass, staring straight ahead. Your body ached from head to toe and your eyes were straining to stay open. The pounding headache causes your ears to ring. 
It had been the worst week of your life. 
You had been woken by someone pounding so hard on your door you thought they were gonna break it down. It was the middle of the night so after grabbing a steak knife from the block in the kitchen you made your way towards the front door. Sleepily you called out, praying that it was just your boyfriend and that he had left his key somewhere. 
“Ma’am we are with the Clallam County Sheriff's Department, we need to speak with you”. It didn't take more convincing as you threw the door open, tears clouding your eyes before they could get a word in. 
The second you heard the infamous, “we regret to inform you” line you collapsed on the ground, your body letting out sobs that could be heard from the next county over. The painted noise drew out the sound of the sheriff's deputies informing you that your boyfriend had been involved in a car accident, and he hadn't made it. 
They had somehow managed to get you up from your spot anchored on the floor and moved you to the couch. One of them sat next to you, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder while the other asked if there was anyone they could call. 
Unfortunately, they were pros at their job, and death notifications came as a part of that package. So they were experts at understanding people through howling sobs. So as you croaked out your best friend's name, the deputy stepped outside, grabbing your phone which lay on the coffee table. 
Rosalie Hale broke just about every traffic law as she made it to your house in record time. She flew up the steps, almost forgetting to act as her human self. Rushing over to where you were still bawling she scooped you in her arms, attempting to comfort you. 
Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme had followed behind the blonde after she sprinted out of their shared residence with no explanation. Then cops approached Carlisle after he stepped out of his vehicle, recognizing him due to their overlapping career paths. 
“I didn't get to tell him”, you croaked out as your sobs turned to hiccups, still clutching onto Rosalie's ice-cold form. 
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You thought about that day often.
The day that started off being one of the best days of your life. 
That was the day you found out you were pregnant. You had immediately called Rosalie and she had sat with you while you waited for the test to finish. And when you saw that the second line had appeared you cried happy tears as she brought you in for a sweet embrace. 
Later on, you realized how hard that must have been for her. But everyone would admit, you having your daughter and Rosalie getting to act as her godmother was good for her. In the years since your daughter's birth Rosalie had softened, she had a new purpose in life and she took her role as the favorite aunt very seriously. 
From that day the Cullen family as a whole brought you in. 
You had been friends with Rosalie since they first moved back to Forks, the two of you instantly forming a lifelong friendship. The bond that the two of you shared led to the family sharing their secret with you. While it took a while to get used to the idea that you were friends with a vampire you were able to get ahold of all your emotions because you weren't going to let anything get in the way of your cherished friendship. 
They supported you through your pregnancy, not letting you feel alone a single step of the way. 
You appreciate all the help and support you did. 
But deep down you knew that no love or support would ever begin to heal the aching in your heart. The aching that your child was going to grow up without a father. That your child was going to have to endure the unfair hardships that came with having a single mother. 
That was until a certain someone began making himself present.
It had started as seemingly convenient situations. 
The both of you coincidentally being the only ones in the living room late at night when you couldn't sleep, or running into each other on morning walks around the sleepy town you called home. 
Slowly you opened up to him. Voicing the fears and concerns that plagued your brain. Allowing him to comfort you through your darkest time. 
Honestly, you don't even remember when the friendship had crossed so many boundaries that it became a relationship. But at some point, Edward became stuck to your side like glue. He was there for every ache and pain, every craving. Caring for you unlike he had ever cared for anyone. 
When your daughter eventually came, something in Edward changed. 
He had been there for her birth, holding your hand as you squeezed it as your life depended on it. Sometime after your baby girl finally made her appearance he had slipped out of the room, becoming so overcome with emotions that he needed to be alone. 
He was in love with you, he had been in love with you since the day Rosalie had invited you over. But you were dating Jeff when he first met you. And now you were his. 
After some time the brain fog started to clear and you registered that he was no longer in the room. Asking Esme to go find him you relaxed once you heard his voice coming up the stairs. 
Everyone had cleared out, wanting to give the two of you a moment alone. 
Slowly he lowered himself next to where you lay, and if you weren't so tired you would have made fun of how stiff he was sitting. “There is someone I want you to meet”. 
You had never seen him so scared as you lifted your bundled sleeping daughter from your chest and held her in front of him. 
Carefully he took hold of her, terrified of hurting her. You almost burst into tears at the sight of the man you were falling in love with holding your newborn. He ran a finger over her soft cheek, in absolute awe of the tiny human. Reached down and admired her tiny hands, imagining what it would be like to be holding one of those tiny hands, walking her into her first day of kindergarten, or walking her down the aisle, her hand clutching his for support. 
He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed your daughter's hand slowly open and grip his finger that had lingered against her tiny, once-closed fist. “I think she likes you”, you laughed out, Edward letting out a necessary breath that he had been holding in. “I have a feeling she’s gonna have you wrapped around her little finger”. 
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Boy were you right. 
From her first day on Earth Edward did everything in his power to make your daughter happy. 
He was one of her favorite people on the planet, and she was one of his. 
Edward had unspokenly assumed the role of “dad”, never having to ask if that was something he was okay with. Most people didn't even question it, you had been so early into your pregnancy when your boyfriend died that most assumed that your daughter was actually Edwards and that you had just moved on quickly. But what they didn't know wasn't going to hurt them. It was no one's business to understand the dynamics of your unique family. 
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Waking up to your alarm was easy considering you hadn't fallen asleep. 
Today was a big day in the Cullen household. 
Sitting up you saw that you were the only one in the bed, which was abnormal. Quickly getting ready while trying to keep the tears at bay you got dressed and made the bed. 
Walking through the hallways of the Cullen house you listened to see if your daughter was awake. Because for some reason she had been waking up at the crack of dawn for the past six months. 
Which is when having an immortal father who never slept came in handy. Edward would hear her stir and slip out of bed, meeting her in the hallway as she tiptoed out of her bedroom. Always posing the question, “Why don't we let mommy sleep a little bit longer”. 
Sure enough, you found the pair of them in the kitchen, Edward leaning across the island as your daughter shoveled precut bites of pancake into her mouth. 
“Good morning beautiful”, his hands found their way home to your waist and his lips to yours. The sweet moment didn't last long as a chorus of “Ewwws” that came from your daughter and her uncle Emmett broke you out of your sweet moment. Edward rolled his eyes at his brother while you crossed the kitchen to say good morning to your daughter. 
“Baby girl you need to hurry up and finish your breakfast, today is a big day and you gotta get ready”. Edward smiled at your words as he watched your daughter turn her attention away from the living room where the TV was playing the morning news and back to her pancakes. 
After she had declared that she was all done you scooped her up to go and get her ready, the Cullen/Hale women joining you as they watched their precious girl get ready for such a big day. 
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“Ok, I think we’re here”, Edward said to no one in particular as he pulled the car to a stop outside of the old worn-down buildings. His family pulled up in spots next to where you had been parked, none of them wanted to miss out on this monumental day. 
You and Edward stepped out of the car, Edward grabbing your daughter out of the back seat, and helping her smooth out the pretty yellow dress that she had insisted on wearing. 
Your boyfriend met you on the sidewalk, a proud smile on his face, he had been looking forward to this day for forever. “Ok baby, can you stand right here, we all wanna get some pictures of you pretty girl”, you cooed as you ushered her to stand in front of the same sign you stood in front of years and years ago. 
Reluctantly she smiled, eventually getting into the pictures, laughing as her uncles made funny faces behind her aunts. 
But after everyone put away their cameras and phones you saw her face drop. It was suddenly getting very real. A day that you and Edward had been preparing her for almost a year was here. She turned and looked at the front doors of the building before shoving the too-big backpack off her shoulders, shooting herself into her father's legs, wrapping her arms around. 
“I'm scared”, she cried out. You moved to crouch down to her level, but Edward stopped you, his face reading that he had it handled. So you took a step back, joining Alice and Rosalie as Edward crouched down to his daughter's level. 
“You have no reason to be scared honey-bee. We talked about this, it's just like pre-school except you're gonna be here a bit longer. But that means more time to make friends and you get to eat a really yummy lunch that Grandma Esme made”. 
“But Daddy, you and Mommy aren't going to be here. I’m scared”. She clung to your boyfriend, gripping onto his jacket like she was trying to make sure he couldn't get away from her hold. 
“My darling girl, I want you to listen. Take it from someone like me. I've been to a lot of schools``, he emphasized the word lot, which made the rest of you giggle, knowing that his version of a lot of schooling was much different than a normal kindergartener's parents' definition of a lot of schooling. “You are going to do perfectly fine. You are going to have so much fun. After school when Mommy and I pick you up you are going to tell us all about your day and then while you're telling us we can go and get ice cream, and eat it for dinner. 
“Can I get extra pink sprinkles Daddy? '' she sniffled, lifting her head to look her father in the eyes. Your kid didn't play when it came to her sprinkles. 
“Daddy will buy you all the pink sprinkles in the world if you ask him to”. 
Slowly she stood up accepting the comforting hug that you were offering and allowing Edward to slip her backpack on her shoulders. 
“Come on you big kindergartener, we don't want you to be late on your first day”, Edward exclaimed as he took your daughter's hand, you taking the other as the three of you marched into the school. Rosalie snapped a quick picture before they all left, whispering to Alice about how the three of you were the picture-perfect little family. 
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opinionatedtwihard · 2 years
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When men make fun of Twilight it's such a turn-off. He makes fun of it because he associates it with femininity and society allows him to judge it without seeking to understand it. I make fun of it because it, while being hella entertaining, is also an unhinged mormon stay-at-home-mom's self-insert fantasy. We are not the same.
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whendawn · 2 years
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the twilight saga books / nature
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bellaswansgf · 7 months
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i love this random bts pics lol
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miss-mademoiselle · 7 months
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jstwilight · 2 years
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unholyblissafterdark · 11 months
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unhingeddumbass · 8 months
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A normal day in the Cullen household:
Edward: Hey Jasper, what do you want to eat?
Jasper, in his thoughts: T̶̰̞̈́͝h̸̗͇̟̍e̷̪͉̺̮̕ ̵̗̈́̉s̴͈̠̤̞̅ö̶̤́̒̿̚u̷̟͚͉͆͆͌̚l̵͍̰͊̎s̷̻̬̤̺̃̎ ̸̧̭͙͖̐̃͝o̷̰̎f̴͎͂͌͝ ̷̻̬̈ẗ̶̥́h̷̝͎̏͌̌̓e̴̹̚͠ ̷̮͛͗͂ī̶̖͚̒̐̅ǹ̴͈n̶̢̫̿́o̴͓̬̞͛͑c̴̱̼̈̿e̶͓̩̫̼͝n̶̫͖̙͒t̵̜̟̹̮͌̃͋ ̴͓̆͑̀̅
Also Jasper, out loud, knowing too well Edward read his thoughts: A bagel?
Jasper's thoughts: N̷̨̖̥̥͕͗͑̅̅̀̔̓̊͝͝o̴̗͙̰̱͙͉̬̩͖̣͉͍̲͕͌̊̃͑̓͆̓̎!̸̮̎͗͒̍͐̓̅͛͛̿̈͠
Edward, pretending he didn't get creeped tf out by Jasper's inner monologue: Two bagels :D!
(Taken from a very old Vine, I just thought it applied to them 😂)
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