#krystopher hyatt

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * EMBRY CALL HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 krystopher hyatt!embry

embry had the biggest, most painfully obvious crush on you for years.

like, the kind of crush where he’d go totally quiet mid-conversation with the pack if you walked by. he’d just… blink. smile awkwardly. and then forget what sentence he was on.

he always sat a little straighter when you were around. tugged his hoodie down, rubbed the back of his neck. gave you the softest, warmest “hey” like it didn’t completely fry his brain to see you smiling at him.

you worked at the little used bookstore/café in town and he would make up excuses to stop by—constantly. “jake borrowed my book and never gave it back.” “i need a new journal for class.” “do you guys sell bookmarks?” oh, embry. you already have twenty.

the worst part? he could barely talk to you.

for someone who was hilarious and loud around his friends, he turned into the softest, most awkward puppy around you.

he’d trip over his words and blush like a teenager every time you complimented his shirt or asked how his day was going.

the pack knew. they teased him relentlessly. “so, when’s the wedding?” “practicing your flirting in the mirror again?” “you breathe different when she’s around, bro.”

embry’s crush on you was the longest-running inside joke among the pack. he’d say your name and everyone would groan. “bro. just ask her out.” but he couldn’t. not when your voice made his heart stutter.

but it wasn’t just a crush for embry.

he noticed the little things—how you always tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused, how you snorted when you laughed too hard, how you always offered him the warmest smiles even when you were clearly having a bad day.

he’d do little things to be near you—walk the long way home just to pass the bookstore, show up at bonfires early hoping you’d be there, offer to fix things that didn’t need fixing.

and he never stopped thinking about you. sam could be assigning patrol routes, and embry would be nodding along while mentally replaying the sound of your laugh.

he memorized the exact shade of your eyes. not in a creepy way. just in a “how is someone real and look like that” way.

he doodled your name on the inside of his notebooks. not even full names—just your initials with a little heart next to them like he was 15 again.

whenever you’d talk to him? full-body butterflies. he’d play it off cool—mumbling a little, grinning awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets���but inside? screaming. panicking.

the first time you laughed at one of his dumb jokes, he had to walk away just to breathe. “she thinks i’m funny,” he said out loud to a very confused quil.

one time you fell asleep behind the counter during a slow shift and embry panicked thinking something was wrong.

he brought you a blanket, gently placed it over you, and just sat at a nearby table reading—guarding you like some awkward little bookshop knight.

he kept a mental list of your favorite things. your favorite tea, the author you kept rereading, that one obscure band you mentioned once.

if he saw something that reminded him of you, he’d grab it without thinking. little tokens—most of which he never gave you, just… kept.

you didn’t notice right away—not really.

embry was just… always there. sweet. quiet. thoughtful in a way that never asked for anything back.

but then you started realizing things.

like how your favorite drink would magically show up when you were having a bad day. how he always remembered the tiniest details about your life. how you felt safer when he was near—even if you didn’t understand why.

and you started watching him, too. noticed how gentle he was. how kind. how he smiled with his whole face, like the sun cracked through him whenever he looked at you.

it hit you hardest one evening when he laughed at something you said—really laughed, full and bright—and you felt it in your chest. oh. no. oh, no, i’m in trouble.

you started finding excuses to see him. offering him extra snacks at bonfires. walking down to the beach “by accident” when you knew he’d be there.

he never caught on. still thought he was the only one crushing.

you started teasing him more. light touches, soft compliments. watching him turn red all the way to his ears? favorite hobby.

and when you finally caught him staring—soft and unguarded, like he forgot to pretend—you knew. you knew that look. you’d been wearing the same one for weeks.

one rainy afternoon, you closed the shop early and found him waiting outside with two cups of tea. “just in case you forgot yours,” he mumbled. you looked up at him—really looked at him—and something just clicked.

that night, you texted him first. something casual. something about the weather. he stared at it for ten minutes before replying because he couldn’t mess this up.

you two started spending time together more often, and it was just so easy. cozy movie nights, aimless walks through the forest, quiet laughs and sleepy conversations that stretched late into the night.

the confession came quickly after that.

but he didn’t wake up that morning and think today’s the day. in fact, if he had planned it, he would’ve overthought every word and chickened out five minutes in.

you were sitting together on the beach. just the two of you. the waves were soft, the stars were coming out, and you were leaning back on your hands, laughing about something stupid he said.

and then you turned to him. and smiled. and the wind caught your hair just right and you looked so effortlessly beautiful, it knocked the breath out of him.

he went quiet. you noticed. “what’s wrong?” you asked gently, and he just shook his head, eyes a little too glassy, heart in his throat.

“nothing,” he mumbled. then, quieter: “i just really like your smile.”

your heart flipped. “yeah?” you said, trying to keep your voice casual.

he nodded, lips twitching nervously. “i like… everything about you, actually.”

you blinked. your stomach dropped—in the best way. “embry…”

“i didn’t mean to say that,” he blurted, face already flushing, eyes wide like he’d just confessed to a crime. “i mean—i did, i just—crap, i wasn’t trying to ruin anything. i swear. you’re like my best friend, i don’t wanna mess that up, but i just—”

“embry.”

“yeah?”

you reached out and took his hand. he froze.

“you’re not ruining anything,” you whispered. “i like you too.”

he short-circuited. literally. just sat there blinking for a full ten seconds while the waves rolled in and your fingers gently squeezed his.

then, “you do? really?”

you leaned in, smile soft. “really.”

he didn’t even think—he just kissed you.

it was nervous and sweet and a little clumsy because his hand missed your cheek and ended up awkwardly cupping your shoulder, but it didn’t matter. because the moment your lips touched, it felt like every part of him exhaled.

and then you both pulled back, blinking, smiling way too hard, a little dazed.

“was that okay?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, brushing your hair back gently.

“that was perfect,” you said, and kissed him again.

it was the softest thing. no fireworks, no dramatic music—just warm hands, a shared smile, and a “god, i like you so much.” whispered against your lips.

he walked home that night with his hoodie zipped up over his mouth and the goofiest, most lovesick smile on his face.

he couldn’t stop replaying it. the way your eyes looked in the starlight. the way your voice trembled when you said you liked him too. the way your lips felt like home.

he didn’t sleep much. just lay in bed grinning at the ceiling like the world had finally tilted in his favor.

the next morning, he showed up at your door with a flower he picked on patrol. said it was “nothing special,” but he couldn’t stop staring at your smile when you took it.

you guys kept brushing shoulders all day. couldn’t stop smiling. kept stealing little glances like you were still processing the fact that this wasn’t a dream.

and when you kissed him goodbye later that evening, he whispered against your lips, “been wanting to do that since the moment i met you.”

embry doesn’t say anything at first. he tries to just exist like normal. problem is? he’s glowing like he swallowed the sun. he’s humming while walking. humming.

quil clocks it instantly. “dude. what the hell is wrong with you? did you win the lottery or get laid or something?”

embry turns bright red. “wha—no. shut up.”

that’s all it takes. they pounce.

“wait. WAIT. you finally told her, didn’t you?” jacob practically tackles him in excitement. “you kissed her?!”

sam tries to keep a straight face but he’s definitely smirking. “so… when’s the wedding?”

paul won’t let it go. “i give it a week before he’s writing poetry.”

embry just groans, hiding his face in his hoodie like a gremlin. “i hate all of you.”

but later that night, when it’s just him and jake, he confesses everything. “it was perfect,” he says softly. “she kissed me back. she likes me.”

jake just claps him on the back. “told you, man. you’re a goner.”

he tried to be cool about it. he really does. but anytime you text him, he lights up like a christmas tree. literally has to bite his knuckle to stop himself from smiling too hard in public.

when you show up to a bonfire in his hoodie, he chokes on air. quil slaps him on the back. “you okay, buddy?”

“i’m fine,” he wheezes, eyes wide, trying not to combust.

you sneak up and kiss his cheek and he malfunctions. stares into space for five minutes like he just saw god.

one time, you call him “yours” in passing and he short-circuits. replays it in his head for days.

now, embry holds your hand like it’s his lifeline. he still gets shy sometimes when you call him cute. but you’ve never seen someone smile so wide or so full of love than when you walk into a room.

you call him your “gentle giant,” and he always rolls his eyes—but his cheeks turn pink every time.

he still brings you tea when you’re tired, kisses your forehead when you’re stressed, and acts like he won the lottery every time you fall asleep on his shoulder.

and if anyone ever asks how long he’s loved you, embry just smiles and says, “since forever. she just didn’t know it yet.”

embry is so soft once you’re officially together. he’s always been gentle with you, but now? he’s completely unfiltered. you get his full-blown affection without any shyness holding him back.

constant forehead kisses. like, ridiculous amounts. you could be reaching for a book, cooking, falling asleep, or just sitting in silence and suddenly—kiss. his favorite thing in the world is forehead kisses.

he LOVES cuddling. he melts into you, big arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried in your neck.

you’d think he’d be the big spoon, but no—this man turns into the little spoon sometimes just to feel you hold him.

you call him “baby” once and he’s ruined forever. he blushes so hard, then acts all smug about it the next day like he didn’t nearly pass out when you said it.

you have matching socks. not because you planned it, but because he stole yours once and now it’s a thing. you wear his hoodies, he wears your fuzzy pink socks. love wins.

when you have bad days, embry immediately picks up on it.

he doesn’t always know what to say, but he’ll wrap you up in his arms, put your favorite show on, and gently run his fingers through your hair until you start to feel safe again.

when he has a bad day? he just shows up at your door, wordless, and melts into your arms. his voice gets quiet, almost timid, and you hold him until the world stops spinning.

everyone in la push knows you’re his girl. not in a weird possessive way, just in that “i’ve loved her since i was fifteen” way.

he beams when he talks about you. embry call glows.

embry’s the quietly jealous type. he won’t lash out or make a scene, but you’ll definitely feel his arm slide around your waist a little tighter when someone gets a little too friendly.

one time a tourist at the bookstore tried to flirt with you, and you could feel embry’s energy shift from “soft boyfriend” to “back off or meet the wolves.”

he didn’t say anything—just stepped forward, smiled (a little too sweetly), and kissed your cheek. the guy left immediately.

“you jealous, babe?” you teased.

“me? no,” he said, eyebrows raised. “but if that guy looked at you one more time i was about to start growling.”

he gets most jealous when you talk about someone you used to like. not because he’s insecure—he just can’t believe there was ever a time where someone else had your attention.

on the rare occasion you actually try to make him jealous (just for fun), it never goes as planned.

instead of sulking or getting possessive, he just pulls you into his lap and says something like, “you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” with that smirk.

but later? he’ll quietly say, “i know i’m not the only guy out there, but i really wanna be your only one.”

when you’re the one who gets jealous? he’s so confused. like, “babe, it’s you. i don’t even see anyone else.” he’s so sincere about it you end up kissing him mid-sentence just to shut him up.

after any jealousy moment, he’s the king of reassurance. “you’re it for me,” he’ll whisper while tucking your hair behind your ear. “you always have been.”

he lives for domesticity. loves waking up next to you, sleepy and warm, his arms tangled around you like you’re his entire home.

you steal all his hoodies. he pretends to be annoyed, but when he catches you curled up in one on the couch? he stares at you like he’s seeing his favorite painting come to life.

you have a toothbrush at his place. a drawer. a mug with both your names on it. you didn’t talk about it, it just happened. the most natural thing in the world.

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet. it’s a little worn from how often he takes it out to look at it when he misses you on patrol.

you guys bake together. it’s a mess. flour in his hair. icing on your nose. but the kitchen always smells like cinnamon and laughter and home.

rainy day cuddles are sacred. blankets, tea, your head on his chest while his fingers trace patterns on your back. you swear he’s warmer than any heater.

one day you catch him reading your favorite book. he’s halfway through, underlining his favorite lines with a tiny smile. “wanna know which ones remind me of you?”

he never stops courting you.

still brings you flowers. still gets shy when you wear a new dress. still calls you “sweetheart” with this sleepy, adoring look like he can’t believe he’s really yours.

[nibeul]

asuro

[id: it’s a drawing of a human Jedi Knight oc. He has brown skin and dark brown hair which is done in two braids that are wrapped in muted brown cloth. He wears black robes which has its sleeves tied up by a brown tasuki and brown arm guards. On his left arm, the guard is partially covered by lighter brown fabric. He holds his left hand in a fist at his side while the other hand is holding onto his lightsaber. /end id]

[diiwata]

the guy who was supposed to play jacob in twilight (krystopher hyatt) is who I'll be imagining as young!haymitch in sotr, btw

[nowadayz]

Kristopher Hyatt as EMBRY CALL Twilight (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke

[immortalinferno]

anyone else in love with the two guys who played embry and sam in the first twilight movie

[fbfh]

mad stressed atm so let me use this opportunity to talk about Jacob Black!! first and foremost Krystopher Hyatt will always be MY Jacob. we already know he's roasty toasty warm as a hot shower and when he lays on top of you (which he will) he's like a living weighted blanket. he's so big and beefy and all he fucking wants is you. there's at least a 90% chance he imprinted on you on sight so now the bottom of his hierarchy of needs is food shelter water you. cuddling with this man is elite. you smell so good, your scent is so addictive to him he sometimes just shoves his face in your neck to breathe you in. the air around you is his favorite kind of air. he squeezes you so tight and you've never felt safer than when you're with him. he can smell your nervous system and can sniff out bad vibes and anxiety like a service dog. sometimes you don't realize you're having a bad mental health day until half way through the day bc he could tell way before you could and has been doing things to help you feel better, whether that be insisting you cuddle together all day and blow off your responsibilities or sending some of the other pack members to take care of your errands for you today and help you out a little. his world is right when you're with him, and he'll move mountains to make sure you're okay and safe and protected. with Jacob as the alpha you're automatic pack mom/dad/parent. the rest of the pack can tell when you're stressing too, and they have a binder full of plans and your favorite things to help you out on bad days. you take such good care of all of them, the least they can do is take care of you.

[witchyangela]

Wait the OG quiluete actors were fired because they wouldn’t cut their hair???

Did Chris weitz actually say that or were the actors interviewed idk... but weitz had the nerve to spray paint abs on Robert

And ngl og embry is cute and for some reason I believe he auditioned for Jacob to

Okay so I did a lil research on this cos I’d only read it on one source and ngl it ended up breaking my heart a bit! Solomon Trimble who originally played Sam is a native actor who was SO excited to be part of the movie, like reading the interviews he did make me so sad cos he had so much enthusiasm! And he went to La Push and spent time with the real Quileute tribe to learn about their culture? Which is more effort than Smeyer or any director put in..

Anyway the real story surrounding what happened with the new moon casting is pretty mysterious. But from what I can tell the main reason for the firing is that they “didn’t look the part” which is linked I think to Chris Weitz telling them they’d have to cut their hair, which Solomon didn’t want to do (and I’m assuming the same for Krystopher Hyatt embrys actor but I can’t find a source). The hair is never given as the main reason they lost the roles but there is a lot of speculation that it was a key factor!

As it turns out both Solomon and his younger brother auditioned for Jake! Which just makes the Taylor casting all the more sus.. idk about Krys but I would expect he did too! I’m linking an interview with Solomon that he did after the first movie cos i love him and also cos I like to think about what could have been 😔

[musingsofvenus]

Twilight x Kill Bill AU cast

There’s more info in my writing masterpost linked in my bio!

Deadly Lupine Assassination Squad (as the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad)

Leah Clearwater (as Beatrix Kiddo) - Julia Jones

Sam Uley (as Bill) - Martin Sensmeier

Emily Young (as Elle Driver) - Ashley Callingbull

Bella Swan (as O-Ren Ishii) - Emmy Rossum

Quil Ateara V (as Vernita Green) - Michael Spears

Paul Lahote (as Budd) - Alex Meraz

The Volturi (as the Yakuza) and Holy Crows (as the Crazy 88)

Rosalie Hale (as Karen Kim) - Lisa Haydon

James (as Boss Matsumoto) - Cam Gigandet

Bree Tanner (as Unnamed Crazy 88 member) - Lana Condor

Victoria (as Pretty Riki) - Deborah Ann Woll

Caius (as Boss Tanaka) - River Phoenix

Edward Cullen (as Johnny Mo) - Allan Hyde

Angela Weber (as Sophie Fatale) - Christian Serratos

Aro (as Boss Honda) - Kim Sung-oh

Jane (as Gogo Yubari) - Sophia Lillis

Other werewolves

Jacob Black (as himself) - Eddie Spears

Jared Cameron (as Ernie) - Bronson Pelletier

Seth Clearwater (as B. B. Kiddo) - Booboo Stewart

Taha Aki (as Pai Mei) - Rick Mora

Claire Young (as Nikkia Bell) - Sienna Joseph

Embry Call (as Bald Guy) - Krystopher Hyatt

Rebecca Black (as Hattori Hanzo) - Q'orianka Kilcher

Humans

Waylon Forge AKA Buttcrack Santa (as Edgar McGraw) - Ned Bellamy

Charlie Swan (as Earl McGraw) - Sam Trammell

Mike Newton (as Charlie Brown) - Michael Welch

Jessica Stanley (as the Proprietor) - Anna Kendrick

Laurent (as Tommy Plympton) - John David Washington

Other vampires

Jasper Whitlock (as Hooker #1) - Alex Pettyfer

Maria (as Esteban Vihaio) - Yalitza Aparicio

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * EMBRY CALL HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 hallway crush | krystopher hyatt!embry

embry doesn’t even realize he has a crush on you at first.

it starts with how you always walk down the hallway with your headphones in, eyes a little tired, bag always slipping off your shoulder. something about that quiet, tucked-in energy draws his attention.

you brushed past him in the hallway between periods, earbuds in, eyes focused ahead. he turned his head to watch you go and kept turning his head for the next week.

he sees you in third period once—just once—and for the next two weeks, he’s changing his route between classes just to catch that glimpse of you passing by your locker, even if it means being late.

you never look at him. or at least, not that he notices. you always seem a little in your head, like you’re running on a delay.

it drives him crazy in the gentlest way.

every time he sees you, he gets that weird, punch-in-the-stomach kind of flutter. his wolf senses dialed everything up—your scent, the sound of your laugh, the way your fingers absentmindedly tap against your notebook when you’re waiting outside class.

it’s sensory overload in the best, most torturous way.

“who is that?” he asked jacob once, when you walked past in a hoodie with your hood pulled halfway up and your books hugged to your chest. jacob shrugged. “no clue, man, but you’ve been staring at her for like… thirty straight seconds.”

embry gets weirdly shy when you’re around. and embry is not usually shy. but something about you—your quiet confidence, the way you never linger in crowds—makes him feel like a clumsy kid again.

he tries once to say hi to you near your locker, but all he manages is this awkward throat-clear before you disappear around the corner, completely oblivious.

he leans back against the wall, mutters under his breath: “smooth, man. real smooth.”

the pack teases him relentlessly.

embry thinks he’s being subtle, but of course the pack catches on. paul catches him glancing your way and smirks, “you gonna say something, romeo, or just keep fantasizing about her in the hallway?”

“you’re worse than a middle schooler,” quil adds. “he’s got it bad. look at his face—he’s got that dreamy thing going on again.”

they absolutely make him fumble harder.

like shouting “hey embry! there she is!” the moment you enter the hallway, just to watch him panic and pretend to be deeply interested in a vending machine.

but you’re not totally oblivious.

after a while, you do notice that he always seems to be near your locker, or that he looks away real fast when you glance up.

you tell yourself it’s nothing. but then one day you catch him actually staring—and for once, he doesn’t look away fast enough. your eyes meet. he looks like a deer caught in headlights… and you smile at him.

he forgets how to breathe. literally.

quil has to slap him on the back later to get him to stop coughing. “she smiled at me,” embry mumbles, dazed. “i think i blacked out.”

the first real conversation happens in the most embarrassing way.

you drop your notebook in the hallway, papers flying everywhere, and of course embry is the first one there to help.

you both reach for the same page. fingers brush. lightning bolt. he stammers something about “bad day?” and you just smile, like it’s not a big deal. “more like a bad week.”

that’s when he finally sees you up close—your eyes, your quiet expression, the way you’re still catching your breath from rushing between classes. he thinks, she’s even prettier up close, and panics internally.

“i’m embry,” he says, offering the page back.

“i know,” you answer softly. “i’ve seen you around.”

after that first awkward but sweet exchange, embry spends the rest of the day thinking about how your fingers touched. he stares at the notebook page he forgot to hand you back like it’s sacred text.

“she knows you?” quil teases after embry tells the pack what you said. “‘i’ve seen you around?’ bro, she’s been watching you too. it’s like fate.”

from that day on, embry starts saying hi when he sees you. it’s always a little sheepish—like he’s not sure if he’s interrupting your thoughts—but your smiles get warmer each time.

one day, you wait at your locker a little longer just to catch him walking by. you lean casually against the metal and ask, “are you ever not walking by this hallway?” he nearly drops his books. “uh—no—i mean—yes—i have… a class.” and you laugh.

it’s the highlight of his entire week.

at first, you don’t really question it. people pass each other in the halls all the time, right?

but then it’s like… he’s always there. every day. same times. same locker row. same half-smile like he wasn’t just clearly waiting for you to walk by.

you catch yourself checking for him, too. your eyes skim the crowd automatically, scanning for tall and soft-eyed and nervous. and when you don’t see him, your stomach drops just a little. weird.

when the imprint hits, it wrecks him. it happens totally unexpectedly. you’re just walking across the parking lot one day, hoodie zipped, earbuds in, the afternoon light behind you—and embry’s whole world slams into place.

it’s not like falling. it’s like recognizing. like everything in him goes silent except you—your heartbeat, your face, your scent, the way you’re muttering to yourself as you try to untangle your headphones.

completely unaware that embry call now looks at you like he just saw his destiny in human form.

he stands completely frozen beside jacob’s car. “oh no,” he says quietly. “oh no no no—”

“dude?” jake asks. “you okay?”

embry doesn’t answer. he’s just staring across the lot like he’s seen a ghost—or a miracle. he mumbles, “it’s her,” and jake groans, “your hallway crush? you imprinted on her? man, you’re never gonna live this down.”

he doesn’t talk to you for two days afterward. he physically can’t. every time he gets near you, it feels like static under his skin and his throat closes up.

the pack notices immediately. “he’s gone,” quil whispers. “look at him. he’s not even blinking.” paul’s smug. “hallway crush? updated to mate.”

he doesn’t tell you right away.

he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. you’re still getting comfortable with him, and he’s terrified of scaring you off.

but now that the imprint’s kicked in, everything intensifies. every glance feels loaded, every accidental touch feels like fire.

you start to feel it too, in a way you can’t explain. like your stomach flips when he’s nearby. like your day’s a little emptier when you don’t see him in the hall.

he starts hovering in the most hilarious, obvious ways. standing just a little too long near your locker. walking slower behind you in the halls. sitting one row over in the library and pretending to read.

he remembers everything you say. you once offhandedly mentioned liking lemon muffins—guess who shows up every morning holding one like he “accidentally got two.”

embry becomes so hyperaware of you. he knows your schedule better than his own. if you’re late to school one day, he spends the entire first period unable to sit still, texting jacob like:

“she’s not here. do you think she’s sick? hurt? gone? wait, what if she moved?”

jacob: “BRO, she probably overslept.”

you once dropped your pen in class and he practically dove to grab it before anyone else could. handed it to you like it was made of glass.

when you thank him with a smile, he gets so flustered he forgets how to use words. just nods. blinks. smiles like an idiot for the next 45 minutes.

one day you ask if he wants to walk with you after school. he tries to play it cool. says “sure.” internally? screaming. spiraling. floating. already planning a wedding.

the yearning is UNHINGED.

embry has this look he does when you’re not watching. soft and aching, like you hung the stars. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. the pack has started calling it “the imprint stare”

he dreams about you. not even in a romantic way—just dreams where you sit beside him and talk, or fall asleep against his shoulder, and he wakes up clutching his pillow with this ache in his chest.

he gets physically anxious if he doesn’t see you during the day. even a short conversation calms something in him. just hearing your voice grounds him like nothing else.

he starts carrying extra gum because he noticed you like the mint kind.

he gives you his jacket when it’s cold—tries to brush it off like it’s no big deal, but watches you wear it with wide, glassy eyes like you just handed him your heart.

he always picks up random little things that remind him of you. a pressed flower, a sticker from a vending machine, a keychain he saw at a gas station. he keeps them in a box under his bed, too afraid to give them to you.

inside his head, 24/7:

“she smiled at me. she smiled at ME.”

“what if she never likes me back? what if i mess this up? what if she thinks i’m weird?”

“how do i even explain the imprint? hey, so you’re kind of my soulmate now. no pressure?”

“maybe i’ll just stay close. quiet. gentle. until she chooses me back.”

every single random act of kindness go straight to your heart. and honestly? it’s starting to mess with your head.

the internal monologue starts spiraling.

“okay. so maybe he likes me. maybe. maybe he’s just polite. or maybe he’s like this with everyone? but no. no one else gets that smile.”

“god, what if i’m making it up? what if i flirt back and he’s just—like—a nice person and then i’m the weirdo?”

but your friends notice it.

“embry call? that tall guy with the hair? girl, he’s so into you. it’s embarrassing.”

you catch yourself dressing a little nicer on days you might see him. thinking about what you’d say if he did confess something.

you don’t know yet—

that every second he’s around you, he’s fighting the urge to confess everything.

that your voice calms something ancient in him.

that to him, you’re already it. you’ve always been it.

[emmettrosalie]

I had a fat ass crush on Krystopher Hyatt when he was behind Jacob in La Push and I only got like 10 seconds of pure gold to work with before they recast him in New Moon and honestly I’m still really sad over it

[paulxlahotee]

Hi!!!

So I’ve actually done a little bit of research on this topic and felt that I could share!! I don’t know if “Native American ancestry” was required in the casting call, but I do know that most of the actors cast to play Quileute characters claim indigenous ancestry. Here’s a list of actors who are and are not indigenous, and what tribes they belong to. Hope this helps! :)

Actors who claim indigenous and ARE indigenous (plus the tribe/nation they claim):

Alex Meraz (Paul Lahote) — Purépecha (Michoacán, Mexico)

Chaske Spencer (Sam Uley) — Lakota, Nez Perce, Cherokee, Creek heritage / member of Fort Peck Tribe (Fort Peck, Montana)

Solomon Trimble (Sam Uley in twilight) — Mescalero Apache, Lakota

Booboo Stewart (Seth Clearwater) — Blackfoot ancestry (Great Plains of Montana, USA)

Julia Jones (Leah Clearwater) — Choctaw and Chickasaw (Southeastern Oklahoma, USA and southeastern United stated (ms, al, tn))

Bronson Pelletier (Jared Cameron) — Plains Cree (Southern Canada and northern USA)

Kiowa Gordon (Embry Call) — member of the Hualapai Nation (Northern Arizona, USA)

Tyson Houseman (Quil Ateara) — First Nations (Canadian) Cree (Southern Canada)

Gil Birmingham (Billy Black) — Comanche (Northwestern Texas, USA)

Alex Rice (Sue Clearwater) — Kahnawake Mohawk (Quebec, Canada)

Graham Greene (Harry Clearwater) — Oneida (Great Lakes region of USA and Canada)

Byron Chief-Moon (Taha Aki) — member of Kainai nation of the Blackfoot Confederacy (southern Alberta, Canada)

Mariel Belanger (The Third Wife) — member of the Syilx-Okanagan Nation, specifically from the Head of the Lake— Dry Creek (southern interior of British Columbia, Canada and Northern Washington State, USA)

Tanaya Beatty (Rachel Black) — Awaetlatla/Da’naxda’xw (Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada)

Actors who claim indigenous and are NOT indigenous:

Tinsel Korey (Emily Young) — false claims (more on this coming soon in a different post)

Actors who are NOT indigenous:

Taylor Lautner (Jacob Black) — white/Western European (claims “distant” Ottawa and Potawatomi ancestry—this only came out after controversy over him being cast as a Native American character)

Inconclusive (couldn’t find enough evidence):

Krystopher Hyatt (Embry Call in twilight)

I remember hearing back in the olden days that the Quileute cast had to have some native American relations/blood to audition. I wonder how true that was (and if it was an attempt to overcome the ignorance of the text... Or because the directors thought it right)

Whoa, I honestly don’t know much of the behind the scenes context. However, it is the least they could do to cast native Americans honestly. On the other hand my brain cannot comprehend why Taylor Lautner was portraying Jacob (however, I don’t know anything else about Taylor Lautner, so I am sorry) People in the fandom were pointing out he is not native - he is actually very much Western European with distant Native American ancestry, so I would say that’s quite ignorant 🥴 Identity, heritage, traditions and way of life is much more than footprints in your DNA. It’s not my place to say though what was the motive behind it. Native people in the fandom created a coherent think-piece on this related to North America and Native American ancestry. Feel free to reach out :) 

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hi bby !! i hope you had the best day ♡ do you think you can write for embry, but with krystopher hyatt fc ?? maybe something really sweet like tooth rotting fluff !! like him admiring reader before they dated and he had the biggest crush on her !! tysm <333

hi, love ! thank you so much, i hope you’re having a wonderful day too. of course, and i LOVED writing this, it’s super sweet but mostly, i adored giving more recognition to krystopher’s embry. here it is ! i hope you like it. mwah ! 🐰

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𓊆ྀི TWILIGHT MASTERLIST 𓊇ྀི

the look of love, the rush of blood, the she’s with me ˙˖ 𖥔

welcome reader ! my requests are currently closed ! i’ll be working on all the request you’ve submitted until now and when i’m done, i’ll be open for more. this way i can organize my writing better.

JACOB BLACK

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

brother’s best friend

having a baby

standing up for you

your first concert together

⋆ 𐙚 one shots :

i wish you’d stayed | angst

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

PAUL LAHOTE

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

being in a relationship with paul

arguing and making up with paul

childhood friends to lovers

you’re friends with the cullens

enemies to lovers

mental health comfort

hime gyaru imprint

sunshine x sunshine protector

⋆ 𐙚 one shots :

before it breaks | angst

my choice | angst

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

EMBRY CALL

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

childhood friends to lovers

his imprint is a fox shape shifter

krystopher hyatt!embry

krystopher hyatt!embry | hallway crush

⋆ 𐙚 one shots :

mending hearts | angst

hold me, console me | angst + fluff

again tomorrow | angst + fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

QUIL ATEARA

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

being in a relationship with quil

being in a relationship with quil | swan!reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

SAM ULEY

⋆ 𐙚 one shots :

when the wolf bows | angst + fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

JARED CAMERON

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

dating jared would include…

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

SETH CLEARWATER

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

you’re his best friend & embry’s imprint

you’re his imprint and sam’s niece

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

LEAH CLEARWATER

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

you’re seth’s best friend

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

THE WOLFPACK

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

you take them lingerie shopping

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

EDWARD CULLEN

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

hearing his voice for the first time

taking care of your baby

⋆ 𐙚 one shots :

i’ll be watching you | fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

EMMETT CULLEN

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

you’re a single mom

you’re shy

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

JASPER HALE

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

being in a relationship with jasper

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

GARRETT

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

his soulmate is a bookworm

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

ALEC VOLTURI

⋆ 𐙚 headcanons :

he proposes to you

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