it's the twilight renaissance babey!

“If Carlisle was the soul of our family, then Esme was the heart. He gave us a leader who deserved following; she made that following into an act of love.” — Midnight Sun, Chapter 4: Visions

Alice, freaking out: I saw you jump, I thought you died! How could you do something so reckless??

Bella:

me watching any twilight film that was not directed by catherine hardwicke

the costume designers of the twilight films really looked at the outfit descriptions in the book and were like “no thanks” and tbh i don’t think we as a society have thanked them enough for that.

i hate when vampires in media have a human partner and theyre like "i will never drink from you i couldnt ever hurt you like that" like why the heck not?? are you a coward?? whats the point of dating a vampire if they arent ever gonna cover your neck with kisses and then bite you and drink your blood? absolutely ridiculous and very unsexy send post

how my uni thinks i'm handling the corona virus quarantine:

how i'm actually handling the corona virus quarantine:

Definitely an actual text exchange between Bella and Jessica in New Moon

bro this has pure edward/emmett energy

(youth pastor voice) you know who really has big dick energy? the lord 

me looking @ the ao3 website

edward is wearing .... a sleeveless white button up shirt???

like this?????

alice let him walk out the house...... wearing that???????

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THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER BELLA

i heard a little girl in walmart tell her brother “there are good vampires, you know”

said with the confidence of someone who knows several

said with the confidence of someone who has seen twilight

@reclaimingtwilight left these amazing tags and I wanted to record them here since they made me literally snort.

Nikki and Kellan liked ... Kellan calling Jackson his brother ... Twilight is alive, even in the 2020‘s

One of the most bizarrely cool people I’ve ever met was an oral surgeon who treated me after a ridiculous accident (that’s another story), Dr. Z.

Dr. Z. was, easily, the best and most competent doctor or dentist I’ve ever encountered – and after that accident, I encountered quite a number. He came stunningly highly recommended, had an excellent record, and the most calming bedside manner I’ve ever seen.

That last wasn’t the sweet gentle caretaking sort of manner, which some nurses have but you wouldn’t expect to see in a surgeon. No; when Dr. Z. told me that one of my broken molars was too badly damaged to save, and I (being seventeen and still moderately in shock) broke down crying, he stared at me incredulously and said, in a tone of utter bemusement, “But – I am very good.”

I stopped crying on the spot. In the last twenty-four hours or so of one doctor after another, no one had said anything that reassuring to me. He clearly just knew his own competence so well that the idea of someone being scared anyway was literally incomprehensible to him. What more could I possibly ask for?

(He was right. The procedure was very extended, because the tooth that needed to be removed was in bits, but there was zero pain at any point. And, as he promised, my teeth were so close together that they shifted to fill the gap to where there genuinely is none anymore, it’s just a little easier to floss on that side.)

But Dr. Z.’s insane competence wasn’t just limited to oral surgery.

When I met Dr. Z., he, like most doctors I’ve had, asked me if I was in college, and where, and what I was studying. When I say “math,” most doctors respond with “oh, wow, good for you” or possibly “what do you want to do with that after college?”

Dr. Z. wanted to know what kind of math.

I gave him the thirty-second layman’s summary that I give people who are foolish enough to ask that. He responded with “oh, you mean–” and the correct technical terms. I confirmed that was indeed what I meant (and keep in mind, this was upper-division college math, you don’t take this unless you’re a math major). He asked cogent follow-up questions, and there ensued ten or so minutes of what I’d call “small talk” except for how it was an intensely technical mathematical discussion.

He didn’t, as far as I can tell, have any kind of formal math background. He just … knew stuff.

I was a competitive fencer at this point in time, so when he asked if I had any questions about the surgery that would be necessary, I asked him if I’d be okay to fence while I had my jaw wired shut, or if it would interfere with breathing.

“Fencing?” he said.

“Yes,” I said, “like swordfighting,” because this is another conversation I got to have a lot. (People assume they’ve misheard you, or occasionally they think you mean building fences.)

“Which weapon?”

“Uh. Foil.”

“No, it won’t be safe,” and he went off into an explanation of why.

Turns out, he was also a serious fencer – and, when I mentioned my fencing coach, an old friend of his. (I asked my fencing coach later, and, oh yes, Dr. Z., a good friend of mine, excellent fencer.) (My coach was French. Dr. Z. was Israeli. I never saw Dr. Z. around the club or anything. I have no idea how they knew each other.)

So this was weird enough that later, when I was home, I looked Dr. Z. up on Yelp. His reviews were stellar, of course, but that wasn’t the weird thing.

The weird thing was that the reviews were full of people – professionals in lots of different fields – saying the same thing: I went to Dr. Z. for oral surgery, and he asked me about what I did, and it turned out he knew all about my field and had a competent and educated discussion with me about the obscure technical details of such-and-such.

All sorts of different fields, saying this. Lawyers. Businessmen. Musicians.

As far as I can tell, it’s not that I just happened to be pursuing the two fields he had a serious amateur interest in – he just seemed to be extremely good at literally everything.

I have no explanation for this. Possibly he sold his soul to the devil.

He did a damn good job on my surgery.

#op your oral surgeon is an immortal

Some god is slumming it on Earth with maxed-out stats helping people and his dive bar of choice is oral surgery.

#carlisle cullen

“Bella, hunny, no.” - Alice’s first thought after seeing Bella choose what to wear to meet the Cullen family.

alice seeing bella’s awful fashion decisions: a moodboard

I miss 2010s when this was our standard of comedy

because it's still funny

self-care is spending 90% of your day absorbed in fictional worlds/characters to avoid thinking about or engaging with your very real problems

oh god please stop saying things like this fjdlsk