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Happy New Year TwiTumblr!

What resolutions are your favorite characters making for 2025?

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I can’t believe It’s 2025 and I’m (yet not so frequently) still here.

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Carlisle's life: A tragic tale of loneliness, painful self-denial, and spiritual angst. And yet, after years of prayerful deliberation, he finally dared to act on a hesitant, fragile hope in the end. And the rest is history.

Bella, meeting Carlisle: Okay he is hot—

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Bella, I was looking for cool kitchen gifts and instead I found your daughter...

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twilight aesthetic // Twilight (2008)

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Carlisle telling Edward that Bella sustained zero injuries and is literally fine

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#it's the same scene The Twilight Saga: New Moon (2009) What We Do in the Shadows (2019 - 2024)

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SCREAMING

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And all along I believed, I would find you Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more

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In the embrace of the fog, my soul finds peace.

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birthday

Party planning with a dash of angst. An excerpt from this 1992 one-shot, Edward POV.

Telepathy had its uses. I was carrying a stack of boxes piled more than a foot above my head as I followed Alice around the living room, but looking through her eyes made it easy enough.

"I still don't understand why we're doing this," I said, mumbling into the cardboard mashed against my face.

Alice plucked another string of lights out of the top box wobbling above me. "Because it's been far too long since this family had a party. Two inches closer, please."

"No, it hasn't. You threw Carlisle that Doctor of the Year thing back in November."

"Exactly! And what better reason to celebrate than our mother's birthday?"

I snorted into the cardboard. "If you haven't noticed, birthdays aren't particularly meaningful around here." I sighed as the world went black again. "Alice, would you please keep your eyes open so I can see?"

"Hold on." The blackness swirled into color as she focused on a new vision. The colors gave way to a frothy swirl of white, polka-dotted by the glaring brightness of electric light. "Tulle!" Alice gasped, jumping off the ladder and landing in the hallway at a run. "Come on, help me find it! I know Rosalie packed it when we moved, it might be in that big trunk with the Christmas garlands..."

I shook my head and set the boxes down. When Alice got like this, it was best to just follow orders and keep your head down. Her visions were going a mile a minute by the time I met her in the attic. Tulle and twinkle lights, deep orange roses clustered in each corner of the ceiling—

"Good luck getting those in February," I put in, only to be shushed.

They'd go perfectly with the wrapping paper, and they must be available somewhere, otherwise I wouldn't have seen it, thank you very much.

"Hold on, what wrapping paper?" I asked. "We're doing presents?"

She rolled her eyes and threw open the nearest steamer trunk. "It's a birthday party, Edward."

"What are you giving her?"

"I've had my eye on this darling pea coat that's just right for her. Emmett's out picking flowers, Rosalie already wrapped hers—oil paints and three new canvases—hmm, maybe the canvases should be from Jasper..."

I stood up, nearly bumping my head on one of the rafters. "Why does everybody know about this but me?"

"Because you never come up for air when you're at the piano these days. It's not my fault you're a lazy telepath."

"What should I give her?"

Alice began pulling a length of sheer white cloth out of the trunk. "Ah, here it is!"

"Just tell me, Alice. What am I giving Esme?"

"Jewelry again. Only not that hideous turquoise brooch, if you please."

Jasper came home soon afterward to relieve me from decor duty. I retreated to my room to pick out the jewelry. I wouldn't be able to do this much longer, shelling out Elizabeth Masen's heirlooms to my mother and sisters; there wasn't much left. Besides the turquoise brooch, there was a pearl necklace in need of repair, the oval engagement ring, a bracelet with a little emerald flower charm, a few gaudy rings that would probably never be fashionable again, and a tangled pair of necklaces.

I sat down on my leather couch and carefully began to pick at the knotted necklaces, studiously ignoring the shining diamond heart wedged in the corner of the jewelry box beneath them. It wouldn't do to get wrapped up in that again.

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Twilight Saga Meme — Nine Characters. ↳ [7/9]   Esme Cullen.

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Can any of the girls in your family sing well?

All of them can. Isabella is the shiest about it, but her voice is beautiful despite her protestations otherwise. Alice sings infrequently but every now and again she goes to town, usually on 1960s music. Rosalie prefers music by women solo stars and vacillates between never wanting to sing and demanding to be the center of attention. My granddaughter is rather fond of Beyoncé and sings her often.

Esme loves the Beatles and that’s an easy way to get her to sing. She has the most beautiful voice of the women in our family, but I admit my opinion may not be the most objective on the matter.

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I know social media has overplayed the whole "the human brain magically matures at age 25" thing but no one overplays it like Esme. She is absolutely insufferable about it, as she should be

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-- The Cullens, 1921 (Colorized)

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Courage of Stars

More than a century after the events of the Twilight saga, Carlisle and Esme chose to become human again. Medical research has wrought miracle after miracle in the years since, but nothing can take away the pain of saying goodbye.

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POV: Edward

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: death scene (including medical details), character death

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