the making of the breaking dawn part 1

Reasons why the small Twilight fandom of 2017 is great…at least on Tumblr (and like always….TYPOS):
1.). You post anything under the twilightsagaedit tag, it’s going to be seen. It won’t get lost in a ton of other edits. Sure, it may not get hundreds of likes because there aren’t that many active Twi fans on Tumblr to make that happen, but if you get about 30 notes, that means everyone has seen it. All art and edits are appreciated. Your hard work and effort doesn’t go unnoticed.
2.) You basically know everyone?? Like by name….it’s so great.
3.) We can have discussions about literally anything where no one gets butt hurt unlike the old days. We can bring up our opinions on characters, plot, cast, the writing, the movies, parts of canon we don’t like, headcanons, dynamics of the creatures, literally ANYTHING! You pose a question or a discussion, YOU WILL GET AN ANSWER! You don’t get ignored. All opinions and points are seen as valid and are respected. It’s seriously so great.
4.) Team Edward/Jacob still exists, but it’s not intense. You can state your side without being attacked.
5.) We are mature and intelligent enough to recognize the not so good things of Twilight (unhealthy relationships, exploitation of the Quileute tribe, touchy backstories, all vampire are canonically white, etc.) without hating on it and being 100% negative towards the series as a whole. (Check out @panlight and @kyilliki for discussions)
6.) We have poc and lgbt+ edits for like anyone. You say “_____ is trans” no one will argue “No they’re not !1!1!1!” Headcanons will be throw out immediately, along with edits because we aren’t disgusting homophobes. Or if you post something like “Here’s the Cullens as poc” it will get nothing but love cause we aren’t racist idiots. (Check out @alilaro for poc/lgbt+ Volturi art and @midnightsuntrash for lgbt+ funny posts and headcanons)
7.) We have Keeping Up With the Cullens!!! It’s hilarious. We are so blessed. (Check out @keepingupwiththecullens )
8.) All new Twilight blogs are like 100% accepted in and it’s like they’ve always been there. I’ve literally never been so accepted into a fandom so quickly and felt so comfortable. It’s great. Completely toxic free and so inviting. No one cares if you’ve been there since 2005 or if you just became a fan yesterday.
9.) We think the hate people reblog on our posts is funny (well I get super annoyed but others are cool with it)
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10.) Our shitposting is honestly so pure and hilarious.
11.) If anyone seriously needs anything like everyone is so quick to help. There’s been countless times where I’ve needed something and immediately I had people in my inbox and replied giving me what I needed. And when people are going through rough times, there’s always love given to them. It’s so sweet and pure and I love it.
12.) We all just love. Twilight. So. Much. So much nostalgia and good memories are shared. We have nothing but love for this series and it shows in everything we do.
13.) We support the cast still today! Yes, some of us don’t like everyone, but everyday I see posts of various members of the cast, not just Kristen, Rob, and Taylor. We even support the directors. I saw some posts from people in the fandom who went to see Beauty and the Beast were just like BILL CONDON!!!!!!! while everyone else was like Emma Watson!! (He directed Breaking Dawn Part 1&2 and BATB) It was so cute.
14.) Side characters are appreciated SO MUCH. The love triangle is not the only focus. Minor characters get so much love. Basically all characters in Twilight are talked about and edited.
15.) We all like collectively hate imprinting and Breaking Dawn in some way. It’s great.
16.) In our edits we don’t whitewash!
17.) Twi hards are still the geeks and fangirls/boys they were many years ago…it’s just more low key.
18.) Editing skills have evolved. Twi fans make some of the most beautiful gifs and images I have ever seen. So much heart goes into them.
19.) We have accounts dedicated just to the atmosphere of the series. This is one of my favorite things. Just scrolling though these blogs makes you feel like you’re in Twilight AHHHHH. And it’s a lot of blogs really, not just atmosphere dedicated blogs, that reblog posts like these. I. Love. Them. !!
20.) Last but not least: We defend Twilight with everything we have. Doesn’t matter if its characters, the plot, cast, etc. We are defensive and protective of what we love. We argue and we attack. No one comes to talk trash about Twilight and it’s characters without being intellectually and respectfully shown why they’re wrong. We own up to the faults of Twilight…we don’t argue these points. We argue those who are wrong and go off basis of opinion/the movies. We protect our beloved series!!!

When you tell Sanha that you’re asexual

Thank you for the interesting request! I tried my best with this and I really hope you like it! ><

i would be lying if i said that i didn’t use like a good few hours doing research for this! i don’t know much about asexuality (i’m a little ashamed of that, i feel like i should know more since i have a friend who’s asexual) so this was a challenge for me… i tried my best, i hope this is not completely wrong ><

Words: 1395

definitely not as angsty as i expected this to turn out so i’d label this as Fluff

Requested by anon ♥

Originally posted by lunarjun

There was no particular reason why you were watching the second last movie of the Twilight saga; maybe it was just a movie that you had grabbed first, you didn’t really know. Sanha had called you earlier that evening that he had to pass the movie date night you had planned for that evening. He told you it was one of his friends’ birthday and that he would feel bad if he missed the party. It didn’t really bother you too much, he hadn’t spent time with his friends in a long time so you had told him that it was totally fine. In fact, it was kind of nice to get some time for yourself. For the past month or so you had been hanging out with either your friends or Sanha pretty much every day so you hadn’t had much time to be alone. Now, though, you had the whole evening for yourself.

You were quite disinterested in the movie that was playing on the TV, you had seen it before so you already knew the beginning of the movie wasn’t exactly filled with action. So, you were on your phone, doing whatever, and occasionally glanced at the TV screen.

That’s cute, you thought when the wedding ceremony scene was on. Still, it didn’t take you very long before you returned to looking at your phone.

(How are you spending your evening?) you got a text from Sanha.

(Watching Breaking Dawn part 1) you texted back.

(That’s an interesting choice…) he texted almost immediately.

(I just felt like watching it)

(You’re texting with me now though)

You smiled a little. (Good point)

(Well, anyways, I hope you have fun watching the movie)

(I will. But how about you? I thought you were supposed to be spending time with your friends, not texting me?)

(They keep telling me to put my phone away) you let out a chuckle reading his text.

(Then why aren’t you?)

(I wanted to make sure you’re still having a good time without me ;-;)

(I’m fine, really. Just enjoy the party, will you?)

(Okay… But just so you know, I can always leave a little earlier to see you for a bit~)

(I’ll keep that in mind) you sent the text and put your phone down. The movie was entering the honeymoon part. You remembered that you felt somewhat awkward watching it when you watched the movie for the first time.

I wonder if Sanha ever thinks about stuff like that…

You were watching the movie but you weren’t really focusing on it. Sure, your eyes were on the screen but your mind was elsewhere.

I wonder if he thinks it’s important…

You had never seen things like that as a key factor in a relationship. In fact, you weren’t even interested in things like making love or such. You were young and didn’t really have the most experience with stuff like that but judging from how many of your friends talked about things like that, you were quite different. You identified yourself as an asexual and didn’t really have a problem with it. That was just how you were and it’s not like you could change yourself. Besides, you didn’t really see anything wrong with being asexual.

What if it’s important to him… Will he think I’m weird?

You and Sanha hadn’t really talked about being intimate like that and hadn’t done it either so you hadn’t told him yet. You were both still young and you had been together for only three months so it hadn’t been a very important topic between you two.

I still have to tell him one day… And maybe preferably before anything happens.

You grabbed your phone, opened your chat with Sanha and typed “I’m asexual”. Before sending it, you stopped for a bit.

This isn’t how I should do it…

(Is the “I can leave a bit earlier to see you for a bit” thing still available?) you texted.

It took a few minutes for him to reply. (I’m already on my way~)

Sanha smiled widely when you opened the door for him. “I’m guessing the movie was boring,” he grinned and you smiled slightly, letting him in.

You two headed to the living room where the movie was still playing. You went to sit down on the couch and he did the same.

“You didn’t even finish watching it,” he pointed out and looked at you with a grin.

“Yeah…” you said, suddenly feeling a little unsure.

Maybe I should tell him some other time…

“Is something wrong?” he asked and sat down, making you look at him nervously.

Too late, I guess.

“I…” you hesitated, observing his concerned expression.

“What is it?”

You gulped. “I’m… Sanha I don’t know if this is the right moment to tell you but I realized while watching the movie that I’ll have to tell you at some point anyway so…”

“What?” he furrowed his eyebrows a little.

“I’m asexual,” you let the words slip out of your mouth and nervously observed his expression, a little scared to see his reaction.

He was just blinking innocently. “I… Don’t really understand,” he said, looking a little puzzled.

“It means I’m not interested in you sexually,” you explained and his expression changed a little which made your stomach twist a little.

“So… you don’t love me?” he asked.

“No, no, no, it’s not like that!” you shook your head immediately and he looked relieved but became confused again shortly after. “That’s not what it means. I’m just not interested in that kind of stuff.”

He tilted his head slightly. “That kind of stuff…?”

“You know…” you couldn’t help but feel a little shy. “S…ex…”

His expression changed immediately. “Oh…” he blushed.

There was a painfully awkward silence between you two.

“Well, it’s not like I’m interested in that kind of stuff either right now, so…” he mumbled, obviously feeling shy.

“It’s not like that… I’m never going to be interested in that kind of stuff… It’s who I am…”

There was a silence again and you felt like your heart broke a little.

He thinks I’m weird…

“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier,” you mumbled, letting your head drop. “You wasted your time on someone like me…”

“What?” he asked, surprised. “No, don’t be sorry! Why should you be sorry? And what do you mean wasted my time?”

You lifted your head and looked at him. “I’m scared you won’t be happy with me…” you told him.

“_____…” he looked at you, feeling somewhat apologetic. “It’s not like I can’t be happy without things like that. Look at us, we haven’t even talked about things like that before and we’ve been happy the whole time. I actually can’t remember when was the last time I felt this happy for this long.”

You just looked at him, still feeling a little bad. “But you’ve thought about things like that, right?”

He flushed red. “What?” his voice cracked. “No! I mean… I don’t know! Let’s not talk about that! That’s not important!”

His flustered expression made you chuckle a little even though you were feeling bad just a few seconds earlier.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice cracking again.

“Your reaction,” you smiled and he looked at you for a bit before his gaze softened.

“See? It’s small things like that that make one happy,” he said with a small smile.

You were quiet for a bit. “Are you sure you won’t feel like something is missing?” you asked.

“It’s not a current problem and I doubt it’ll be a big problem in the future anyway,” he shrugged. “And we can always talk about it if it starts to bother one of us.”

“You’re taking this quite lightly,” you said, relieved and a little surprised.

“I am? What did you expect then?” he asked with a slight grin. “Did you think I would break up with you or something?”

You shrugged.

“Silly you,” he chuckled.

“I was really worried,” you pouted.

“I’m sorry,” he leaned closer and gave your forehead a quick peck.

You smiled a little and he got up from the couch. “So… What movie should we watch?” he asked with a grin.

You furrowed your eyebrows a little. “It’s quite late already.”

“And?” his grin only widened and you couldn’t help but smile.

anonymous asked:

im rewatching twilight breaking dawn part 1. And a sudden realisation hit me, what if Touka gives birth like Bella in the movie? like a giant kagune piercing her womb trying to find a way to make out and since Ken is not a vampire he cant revive Touka anymore. OMG sorry im thinking too much.

Mod K:

Take Control

Anonymous Asked: Can you pleeeeeeaseeee make a imagine Y/N has the first time with Sam (or Paul) and she is worried about her body (Y/N is a little chubby) THANK YOU!! P.S. you’re Imagine are awesome!!

“Paul, no!” you laugh, acting as if you don’t enjoy his fingers grazing the skin on your hips. However, the second it happens, you remember that you’re chubby and that Paul wouldn’t want to do anything with you, “Paul… stop,” you whisper, pulling away from him and sitting down on the edge of the bed, sadly looking down a the floor.

“(Y/N)…” Paul sighs, lifting your face up and giving you a soft smile, “your body is beautiful no matter what you or anyone else thinks. You’re my imprint, and I don’t care about what you look like; I just want you to love me like I love you. I know you do, because you give me the same looks that I give you when you’re not looking. You don’t have to hide yourself from me, (Y/N). I love you,” Paul tells you. You give him a small smile, glad to hear him say what he said. You kiss his lips, licking your lips as you pull away.

“I love you, too, Paul,” you reply, grabbing his belt and pulling his hips to your face, seductively kissing his hip bones, the edge of the V line. He lets out a small groan, running his hands through your hair and massaging the back of your head, “and you’re right. I don’t have to hide myself from you, Paul. And I want to give you all of me,” you mumble against his skin, climbing backwards towards the pillows. Paul grins down at you, crawling over to you before kissing your lips lightly.

“Let me take control, baby girl. I know that it’s your first time, so i’m going to make it the best I can. If I hurt you, just tell me and i’ll stop. Now, relax and close your eyes. I want you to enjoy your first time, (Y/N).”

*So, I wasn’t sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it! I did, because it was cute and somewhat sexual (to an extent), and if not, I may or may not rewrite it xD*


Don’t let me fall, Dad,” I whispered.Charlie pulled my hand through his arm and then grasped it tightly.

One step at a time, I told myself as we began to descend to the slow tempo of the march. I didn’t lift my eyes until my feet were safely on the flat ground, though I could hear the murmurs and rustling of the audience as I came into view. Blood flooded my cheeks at the sound; of course I could be counted on to be the blushing bride.

As soon as my feet were past the treacherous stairs, I was looking for him. For a brief second, I was distracted by the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room that wasn’t alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons. But I tore my eyes from the bowery canopy and searched across the rows of satin-draped chairs - blushing more deeply as I took in the crowd of faces all focused on me - until I found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing with more flowers, more gossamer.

I was barely conscious that Carlisle stood by his side, and Angela’s father behind them both. I didn’t see my mother where she must have been sitting in the front row, or my new family, or any of the guests - they would have to wait till later.

All I really saw was Edward’s face; it filled my vision and overwhelmed my mind. His eyes were buttery, burning gold; his perfect face was almost severe with depth of his emotion. And then, as he met my awed gaze,he broke into a breathtaking smile of exultation.

Suddenly, it was only the pressure of Charlie’s hand on mine that kept me from sprinting headlong down the aisle.

The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was very short. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Edward held out his hand. Charlie took my hand and, in symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.  - Bella Swan, Big Day, Breaking Dawn

 Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3


Pair : Jensen x Reader
A/N : Jensen is married to your older sister, Danneel. But feelings come out and hearts break.


Snapping back to reality, I retrieved my clothes, and made my way out to the balcony. Pulling my shirt over, I threw my pants down as I carefully climbed over and jumped into the pool.

My heart was pounding profusely as the situation dawned on me.

Quickly, I climbed out of the pool, grabbing my clothes and making my way to the guest room where I stayed the past week.

My hair was drenched sticking to my face.
I could still feel his lips on mine. His hands running along my body.

I know it was wrong, shameful to do that to my sister, but I couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m going to hell.” I whispered to myself.


The night felt like forever as I waited patiently for Jensen and Danneel to come down stairs. I sat in silence, watching movies I’ve seen a hundred times.

Who would’ve thought I would be here, hoping to see Jensen again.

I heard footsteps coming down, making my heart beat faster.

“Hey.” The familiar voice spoke.

It was jensen, in nothing but sweats. His hair was messy and small scratches appeared on his back.

Of course he’d sleep with his wife. I mean it’s his wife. But why was I feeling so helpless? Like he has done me wrong?

My stomach churned and a knot formed in my throat.

“Hi.” My voice was stern.

He sat down next to me.

My palms were sweaty and my body was stiff.

“Look I-”

“It’s ok. I’m fine.” I stood up, feeling as if I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. “Goodnight.”

I couldn’t stay there and listen to his crap. Telling me just how sorry he is and blah blah blah.

I couldn’t have him anyways, he was married to my sister so of course this would never go far.

There was a slight tug at my hand, pulling me back.
“Please don’t go.” He whispered. “I love you Y/N.”

Those words made my body cringe.
“Stop saying that! You can’t love me. You just can’t. You are married to my sister. My sister!” I cried.

Jensen gently pulled me into him, my head laid on his chest.

“I know. I know, and I wish things were different, I wish I didn’t have these feelings for you but I do. I want you.”

My eyes locked with his.

Why are you doing this to me? Making me want you and crave you. This isn’t suppose to happen.

“Then pick me.” I hesitated.
“If you love me, if you mean every word you say and want to be with me, the pick me, choose me, love me.”

His mouth dropped as he scanned my eyes for bluff. His entire being grew still as he loosened his grip.

“Until you make up your mind, I think it’s best if we keep our distance. Because if you choose her, I don’t think-” I stopped mid sentence, swallowing hard as I shook my head.

I propped up on my toes, and carefully pressed my lips to his.

Before he could say another word, I grabbed my bag of clothes and left for my car without looking back.

Tears fell as I took a step closer, leaving Jensen behind.

“Don’t look back.” I exhaled to myself.

(Jensens pov)

What the hell just happened?

This morning was everything I could ask for. Being able to fully be with her, kiss her, taste her.

But now, now she’s gone.

What am I doing?

“Jensen?” Danneel muttered from behind.

I snapped my eyes to her and felt my stomach churn.

“You love her?” She whimpered.

Turning Page
Sleeping At Last
Turning Page

I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for all along
What I’ve been living for

Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase

I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for all along
What I’ve been living for

Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well
With a whisper we will tame the vicious seas
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees


the twilight sagabest moments [asked by hekapolis]

Your love is my turning page, only the sweetest words remain. Every kiss is a cursive line, every touch is a redefining phrase. I surrender who I’ve been for who you are. Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. If I had only felt how it feels to be yours, I would have known what I’ve been living for all along.

twilight movie/book meme
Best quote from the book (¾)

This is making me sick, Jacob. Can you imagine what this feels like to me? I don’t even like Bella Swan. And you’ve got me grieving over this leech-lover like I’m in love with her, too. Can you see where that might be a little confusing? I dreamed about kissing her last night! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

Finally - Part 2

Part 1

Kaneki sure doesn’t mind waking up to such a sight every morning for the rest of his life. Dawn is still breaking and the light seeps through the small slit of the heavy drapes. Though the room is still relatively dark, Kaneki is still able to trace the outline of his lover.

Her hair lay gently over her soft figure, the light colours of her silky nightgown contrasting greatly with her dark violet strands. The curls are all gone now but that doesn’t make his wife any less beautiful in his eyes.

Touka’s face remains relaxed and peaceful and he can’t help but wonder if she was the same woman who punched his balls eight hours ago in the bathroom. His chuckles are silent but not still, arousing his sleeping lioness from her deep slumber.

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It seems to be movie industry law to split the last installment in a book-to-movie franchise into two parts.

Deathly Hallows pt 1: Nov 19 2010
Deathly Hallows pt 2: July 7 2011

Breaking dawn pt 1: Nov 16 2011
Breaking Dawn pt 2: Nov 16 2012

Mockingjay pt 1: Nov 21 2014
Mockingjay pt 2: Nov 20 2015

Allegiant pt 1: March 18 2016
Allegiant pt 2: March 24 2017

And can we all just take a moment to appreciate that Harry Potter was the only one that didn’t make us wait a whole excruciating year between the two.

Title: Peace I Leave With You, 5/?

Fandom: OUAT

Rating: T (M in later chapters)

Word Count: ~7,100

Summary: When Emma needs a friend in Storybrooke, she finds one in the sinfully attractive priest Killian Jones. AU starting in season 1.

Notes: This is a long chapter to make up for the long break between updates. Thanks so much for your support! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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Killian wipes his hand on the grass to brush away the last bits of dirt while he crouches over Graham’s grave. The pre-dawn light barely illuminates the headstone. He studies the simple inscription, “Devoted public servant, loyal friend,” and shakes his head.

“You deserved better, mate,” he whispers. “I wish I’d gotten a chance to know who you truly were. Maybe someone can tell me, someday.” He glances back toward the spot where he’d just finished burying Rumplestiltskin’s dagger. “Watch over it for me. Keep it safe.”

He rests his hand briefly on the ground just before the headstone and nods before standing and walking back to his car. He needs to get ready for his regular morning run—he can’t do anything to change his routine, or Gold might notice and suspect. The man is already too close to the truth. Killian wants to keep the upper hand now that he’s got it.

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