dating jasper hale would include...

Originally posted by jacksonrathbons

hanging onto his every word because you adored his subtle, but sometimes thick, southern drawl.
him enunciating his words to make it sound thicker  
you are insanely infatuated with him
he loves every second of it, wearing a small smirk all the while
his nose buried in your hair; he loves breathing in your scent
his head on your chest; the sound of your heart beating comforts him like none other
your fingers raking through his long locks
listening to him open up about his past as a soldier
feeling your heart ache at the pain behind his topaz eyes
you being a bit uneducated about history (and rather uninterested)
he begins to call you ‘little girl’ at your lack of knowledge & experience in life
the pet name sticks much to your dismay
“i am not a little girl, jasper!”
“march 5th, 1770. what historical event was that, my love?”
“jasper, you’re a dick.”
“such a dirty mouth for such a little girl.”
nearly puking your guts out when the time came to meet his family
him having to calm you down with his power a lot
dancing around his bedroom to very old records he owns
he teaches you to dance since he’s an excellent dancer
you’re incredibly clumsy, especially around jasper
he thinks it’s highly amusing & only embarrasses you more when he gracefully catches you or swiftly retrieves something you dropped
— him catching you off guard a lot
he likes to dip you nearly to the floor & kiss you unexpectedly
it never gets old & it makes you feel cherished each time he does it
catching alice gazing at the two of you, smiling as she sees visions of the future
when he proposes, alice sees the vision & spoils it as she’s horrible at keeping secrets
cheesy, lame vampire jokes
“i heard being a vampire really sucks.” 
“you’re horrible at jokes, little girl.”
but he actually is quite fond of them since they make you laugh
teasing him about sparkling in the sun
“shine bright like a diamond, jas!”
those remarks often end up with you trying to outrun him, but obviously failing
him watching you sleep; he loves seeing you look so peaceful
he calls you darlin’ 24/7
you love it because his accent grows thicker
— he’s a huge sap
him handling you with impeccable care, as if you’re made of glass


ok idk how i’ve never really noticed or cared about jasper in the twilight series and i’m so pissed at myself because he’s actually so great and attractive

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I wondered how Rosalie’s life and personality would have been different if she had not always been the most beautiful. Would she have been a happier person if beauty hadn’t at all times been her strongest selling point? Less egocentric? More compassionate? Well, I supposed it was useless to wonder, because the past was done, and she always had been the most beautiful.

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twilight saga meme: [2/5] quotes → new moon, page 534

“This is not the life I would have chosen for myself. I wish there had been someone to vote no for me.”

Being a Cullen Sibling Would Include
  • ●Being the youngest
  • ●Being changed by Carlisle
  • ●Having a completely different style from your siblings (less fancy and less standoutish)
  • ●Having a car of your own
  • ●Always blasting metal to drive Edward's classical to the grave
  • ●Singing the Tralala song in your head to make Edward uncomfortable
  • ●Hunting with Jasper and Alice because you too have a hard time controlling your thirst at times
  • ●Going out to parties and events because you are modernly involved unlike your siblings
  • ●Alice supporting your modern style and always accompanying you when you go to surrounding cities to shop
  • ●Rosalie acting as your elder sister and you two having a sisterly connection
  • ●Emmett always trying to teach you about sports always orcing you to watch games with him
  • ●Emmett kinda posses off that you like soccer and gymnastics more than football
  • ●Esme teaching you how to cook for your home ec. class
  • ●Carlisle getting you a volunteer position at the hospital to help you adjust to the presence of human blood

let us never forget that:

  • Rosalie Hale is a rape victim who eventually brought her rapists to justice (death)

  • Esme Cullen escaped an abusive relationship and was brave enough to find herself a teaching job while pregnant and completely alone
  • Alice Cullen was sent to an insane asylum when she was perfectly fine, but kept a smile on her face after the months of torture
  • Leah Clearwater was dumped by her boyfriend for her cousin, and she still is a total badass
  • The Denali sisters lost their mother, and in an attempt to make a better image stopped killing people and went to animals instead of murdering in grief
As Long As You're Okay (Paul Lahote)

My legs couldn’t possibly move any faster but I tried anyway.

I couldn’t remember what I was running from, all I knew was that it struck fear in every vein in my body.

“Paul!” I screamed, pushing up the incline that the forest provided.

“Paul!” I screamed again, tears flowing freely down my face.

I kept running, and running but I knew this entity was gaining on me. I felt its presence along my back, felt it’s heavy breathing on my neck.

“Paul!” I screamed one last time before the entity snaked its hand around my throat.
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I woke up drenched in sweat. My pajamas sticking to every inch of my body.

“Shit.” I muttered into the empty room.

I grabbed my phone to look at the time.

‘1:22 am.’ I thought.

It was almost time for Paul to get off from patrols and I couldn’t let him see me like this. The man goes out every night looking for vampires for crying out loud, the last thing he needed after yet another long night was coming to see me and me panicking over a nightmare.

I got some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to rinse myself from the disgusting amount of sweat the nightmare produced.

When I got out, Paul was climbing through my bedroom window.

“Hey, baby.” he greeted, nearly knocking himself out on the window pane.

“Hey.” I greeted, trying my hardest not to let the terror I just went through show.

“You okay?” he asked, sitting himself at his usual seat along my bedroom wall.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been to sleep yet.” I lied, walking over to him.

I was welcomed by open arms and gladly leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his inferno of a torso.

I was just getting comfortable, finding solace in the presence of Paul and the unusual silence he brought with him tonight.

“Y/N, you’re shaking.” he whispered, taking my hand in his.

It was then I realized that I was in fact shaking, and I couldn’t even stop it.

“Y/N, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” he urged, turning to face me, stroking his thumb over my cheek.

“It was just a dumb ass nightmare.” I answered, my voice coming out too hoarse to sound even remotely convincing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling me back into him.

“No.” I answered honestly, burying my face deeper into his chest. My tears starting to drench his shirt.

“Okay. Then, we’ll just sit here.” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“No, Paul, baby you need to sleep. I’ll be fine, it was just a nightmare.” I said, trying to wiggle out from his embrace.

“What I need is for you to be okay. You don’t need worry about me okay, baby? You just let me take care of you. As long as you’re okay? I’ll be perfectly fine.” he said, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips.

And that’s the last thing I remember before drifting off into a perfect, dreamless sleep.

6

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autum rain.

And when you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.

                          - Mary Elizabeth Frye