Since vampires don’t need to breathe, do you think some of them just live underwater? Like mermaids? Perhaps Carlisle just spent a year swimming in the oceans eating orcas.
yes yes acts of violence often evoke eroticism and stabbing someone is potent penetration imagery but sometimes when i kill someone it's just because i want them to die
i wish we had seen more done with the symbol of Bella Swan as the lamb. Edward got his "lion & the lamb" scene. i wish there was a point where Bella was reflecting on this with Jacob.
"the wolf & the lamb." how sick it is that the lamb always finds herself in the company of predators. how beautiful it is that the lamb has the courage & tenacity to seek them out.
"the wolf & the lamb." how wise it is that the little lamb who the lion teased for being so delicate uses her softness to cozy up to the warmth of yet another natural-born predator.
"the wolf & the lamb." the lamb has left the flock only to be abandoned by the pride; now, here is the lamb running with the pack as if her claws are just as sharp & her canines sink just as deep.
here is Bella Swan, the "wolf in lamb's clothing."
what if rosalie saved bella in port angeles? this idea has been gnawing on my brain since LITERALLY 2019, (inspired by this text post by @issheevenitalian) and i finally wrote it…
a terrible and glorious goddess
as always, for those who prefer to read on tumblr:
Headlights suddenly flew around the corner, the car almost hitting the stocky one, forcing him to jump back toward the sidewalk. I dove into the road — this car was going to stop, or have to hit me.
And at the last possible second, it did. The car—sleek, gleaming black and entirely unfamiliar—spun neatly, and skidded to a halt with tires inches from my toes. The passenger door flew open.
“Get in.”
For a moment, I froze, rooted to the asphalt. I knew that voice. Clear, mesmerizing—and unmistakably, furiously, ice-cold.
But the panic still thundering through my veins was stronger than the misgivings. Shadows flickered as the hunters started to regroup—
I was in the car faster than my thoughts, door slamming behind me. The noise rattled into my jaw—I flinched—
The locks clicked down.
“It’s okay,” said Rosalie Hale. “It’s okay. I’m here. I have you.”