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tip: select the song "BURN (prod. luca)", select "behind this track" and then select "show more."

you can also do this with "nothin personal (prod. luca)."

juicyfruitsnacks fans i have something that might interest you

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i still can't believe that eddie is a DAD now. like i started bawling my eyes out when he had gabby bring her up to the camera. im so happy for them genuinely, baby melody is so cute

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Ah yes, my favorite couple,

Perpetual Orgasm Face™️ and Eyebrows of Agony

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I hope the next ~Twilight Reimagined~ is just Twilight from Jasper’s POV and he’s keeping a mood journal on Edward’s behalf.

Just a daily log of the roller coaster that is that boy’s emotional state, complete with commentary: “his aura was absolutely rancid today. Loathing (probably at himself), jealousy paired with confusion (does he not know he’s jealous?), and of course the usual vacillation between smugness and chagrin as he struggles to talk to the human girl. Never have I so acutely bemoaned the loss of my ability to get drunk.”

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i might have preferred this to the new moon we have

AU where Edward does return in New Moon but doesn’t reveal himself to Bella

By the time he gets to Bella, she’s not back to normal of course but she’s not catatonic anymore. She’s not thriving, but she’s living. Edward, on the other hand, is pretty well and truly Cracked and delusional by this point and convinces himself that it’s enough to just be around her. He can keep watch over her without being in her life. Keep her safe from outside forces and himself. That’s enough for him.

Except he’s not quite cognizant enough to actually stay completely hidden. Bella catches glimpses of him and assumes they’re more hallucinations at first, so she keeps going about her life. That is, until she sees more than a flash in the corner of her eye— he looks horrible. Still beautiful, but rough. Not like her usual hallucinations. Eyes dead, cheeks gaunt, all shadows and bruises and decay

Of course her first inclination is to believe her hallucinations are changing. That’s just more likely than Edward actually coming back. She tries not to think too hard about what the change means— is her memory of him waning? Is her mental picture of him deteriorating in tandem with her own mental state despite her thinking she’s getting better? Is she going to crash and burn again? And why does she feel a tug in her chest in its direction? How do her eyes know exactly which to go to see him? That never even happened before the real Edward left

Edward thinks he’s looking out for her. Keeping vigil. He can’t see that he’s haunting her.

It doesn’t break her. Not at first. But it chips away at her. She starts muttering to herself/the “hallucination” under her breath— “I’m not even doing anything stupid”, “okay, fine, I get it, I’m not okay”, “I don’t want this anymore, can’t you see this is worse?”, “he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, you know he’s gone”. She almost snaps at him a few times to leave her the hell alone, but she can never gets the words out.

Most of the time her utterances confuse Edward. Others he could swear she was talking to him, but that’s impossible. He’s a vampire, he is stealth, there’s no way she knows he’s there.

Then she starts backsliding. She can’t focus on anything— her eyes are always scanning the tree line. She doesn’t sleep because she’s up all night watching the window sill, waiting to see his face peering in when thunder lights the world for a moment. She’s jumpy. She’s twitchy. Manic. It worries Edward of course but there’s no physical threat for him to thwart, and he can’t go to her to comfort her, so he watches

When he first left, she was overtaken by a nothingness. This is different; now she’s restless, she feels like she would squirm out of her own skin if she could. Jacob half-jokingly asks her how she managed to find a drug dealer in sleepy little Forks.

Only when she’s on the figurative cliff edge of her sanity, does she realize it’s really him. She’s about to give in and let herself fantasize that it’s really him, and the mere thought makes everything click into place, and she really believes. From there it takes her no time at all to figure him out.

She tries talking to him at first. She knows he won’t let her get close, and that he can hear her. Even if she believes he doesn’t love her, she knows him well enough to know guilt and the need to protect are big motivators for him.

She can only bear to ask (plead) him to come to her for so long before she feels pathetic beyond belief. So she talks to him as she goes about her days. Tells him what she’s been up to (“not much, but enough to keep Charlie from worrying too much.”). Scolds him for the scholarship thing (“tell Esme I’m sorry about the window.”). Asks him questions she knows he won’t answer, because she is interested in what he’s been up to (“guess you’re not distracted as easily as you thought, huh? Lucky me”). She even gives him some tough love. Starts telling him about mess he left behind— Victoria, the wolves, Laurent. “I’ll give you all the intel I have if you just come into my stupid house. Wouldn’t my protection be more efficient as a joint venture?”

Time goes by. No progress is made. Edward maintains the same distance, makes no indication that he’ll give up on protecting from a distance. What’s the definition of insanity Time for a change of strategy.

Putting herself in danger summoned hallucination!Edward; why not real Edward? Isn’t that why he’s back? (God, she hopes she’s right about that). She dusts off the motorcycle— catches him glaring at her running alongside her in the trees at 70mph— but keeps his distance.

She gets bolder. Goes to Port Angeles at night, quite literally looking for trouble. When no dregs of society have the courtesy to threaten her life, she whispers a quick "heads up" before she steps in front of of moving tractor-trailer. She smiles when she hears the distinct sound of snarling as she's pulled out of the way.

He's gone again before she can get a look at him. She wonders if this is how Psyche felt, even a little bit, falling for Cupid in the dark.

Well, it worked. Kind of. She needs a way to draw him out from which he can't simply disappear after.

She remembers the boys cliff-diving in La Push.

In this universe, she's not facing the ocean when she stands on the edge. Back to the water, she watches the tree line, same as she has for weeks (weeks that felt like years). She smiles at the flash of white, before frowning at the realization that she goaded him into breaking the treaty.

So when she whispers "I'm sorry," it's not just in case he can't catch her in time.

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“man i’m glad none of my irl friends can see the shit i post on tumblr”

then i remember

the one

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i will never not cry at the end of the half blood prince movie i think. the thought of being so so loved by so many people that they all come together and raise their wands to the sky in respect and honor. that is so powerful and does an amazing job of showing such a major loss to the wizarding world. hogwarts was safe when dumbledore was around. now there is no telling what will happen to them.

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if you show me a screenshot of harry from any of the harry potter movies i'll probably be able to tell you which one its from

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i always say this when this scene comes up, im glad im not the only one

Jacob: when you thought you lost her, how did you cope?

He tried to kill himself, Jacob, he did not cope

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whys it so real and true and relatable

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JASPER'S BEING ALICE'S IM SO AKDJFJSKZ

"Edward, women like three things..."

Carlisle: validation, thoughtful communication, and private beaches.

Esme: a creative outlet, unique textiles, and white built-in shelves.

Alice: the Gucci F/W 1995 ready-to-wear collection, themed parties where everyone actually sticks to the theme, and Jane Birkin's Birkin bag.

Jasper: the Gucci F/W 1995 ready-to-wear collection, themed parties where everyone actually sticks to the theme, and Jane Birkin's Birkin bag.

Emmett: men in kilts, local gossip from old ladies, and Chris Isaac's Wicked Game.

Rosalie: For you to leave them alone so they can enjoy the other two in peace.

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i saw a post on reddit that said "how would carlisle react if esme cheated with a human man" and i saw someone say "forgive and ask for polyamory" because its the 21st century damnit we can be gay and have multiple partners

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you can’t tell me this isn’t canon, this was 10000% after Jasper almost ate Bella

- he’s brooding in the forest with Edward and Rosalie is glaring at them from her room

- Carlisle is stitching up Bella

& Esme is scrubbing the blood out of the carpet with bleach

- meanwhile Emmett is smoking a cigarette “just for funsies” and Alice decides to join him and they’re both just like “wow… we rly b in situations huh”

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JUST TURNED 18???

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every so often i think of that one video where the boys are doing green screen news, and they have no idea where they are, and mully's "75 cents"

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and to add onto this– to think that, edward and alice are older than esme, who is supposed to be their mother (or 'mother figure') is crazy to me. edward was turned in 1918, alice in 1920 and esme in 1921, which means edward is three years older than her and alice is 1 year older.

sometimes i forgot how vampire ages work in twilight and completely leave myself astounded when i remember. like wdym alice is physically 19 and edward is physically 17 and if neither of them were turned they'd be the same age but edward was turned into a vampire 2 years before alice so he's technically 2 years older than her regardless of their physical ages because they count their age by the years since they were changed not since their birth or the age they were when they turned its just a way for them to say they belong in high school or college/university despite them all being over 100 years old even if not mentally