#GOSH THIS IS SUCH A BRAM STOKER SUMMER

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Vampire Moths (Calyptra thalictri) are metal as FUCK to just say “Nah I wanna bite” in comparison to other moths who cannot bite because their mouths are too small (even too small enough to eat hence only living to be beautiful and have babies).

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Imagine This: Edward x Bella Fluff

Happy Valentine’s Day!! Everybody go thank @emmettmccartycullen for this! Okay so when asked to do a fluffy Edwards Bella, I immediately couldn’t stop thinking about that summer between Twilight and New Moon we never got to see

Like just imagine it

“We never did go to Seattle.” Edward mentions as Bella finishes putting her clothes away.

“What?” She’s confused, moments ago they’d been in comfortable silence and the sudden question makes her feel off

“Seattle, love, we never did go,” Edward says softly she turns to find him lying on her bed, one arm extended - waiting for her to sit next to him and so she does

She lies facing him and sighs, “Why are you mentioning it now?” Because let’s face it Bella hates surprises and super hates them when they involve Edward

Edward awkwardly shrugs as he carefully tries not to move her from where she has her head tucked on his shoulder, “A man is as good as his promise.” He looks down and smiles at her and she feels her suspicions growing like calm down Bella the poor dude is from the early 20th century he’s trying to be romantic

Her eyebrows lift up and then she narrows her eyes, “You’ve kept every promise that matters. Why the sudden interest in Seattle?”

He laughs and gently kisses the spot between her eyebrows right where they crinkle, “Alice saw that it’ll be cloudy but humid - perfect weather for us to go out, if you’d like.”

Bella blinks, “Like a date?” She suddenly can’t imagine ever really going out of the city limits of Forks with Edward - their crazy and dangerous escape from James not included. Doing something normal with your vampire boyfriend wasn’t exactly something someone ever got used to

“Yes,” he replies as he watches her hand lift to gently draw patterns on his covered stomach, “exactly.” She can’t tell but his breathing is slower and he swears his dead heart is beating because my gosh she’s willingly caressing him and oh! that’s why Carlisle and Esme do it

“But, why?”

“That is what couples do,” he rolls his eyes playfully and she can’t help but swat him lightly on his stomach. It’s strange, that she knows the smallest things about him without ever actually going on a date with him. It’s also stranger that he is asking her so suddenly, because - obviously- Edward was very much a planner.

“Yeah, sure. But why so suddenly?” She’s scared. She won’t admit it but there’s something off about her tone and when she begins to bring her lip between her teeth Edward swoops in and places his thumb to gently pry her lip free. And she can’t breathe right when he’s being so gentle. Can’t think about analyzing his request when he’s so close

“You’re wounding my ego, Bella. I try to be a spontaneous romantic and your first thought is to question my grand romantic gesture?” But his golden eyes are liquid gold and his lips ghost against hers giving her small brushes of almost kisses that have her forgetting everything except his name

“You’re not,” she has to stop to remember what she’s trying to say because he’s so talented at dazzling her it makes her brain turn to mush, “playing fair.”

He pulls away smiling, “I never do”

Just like imagine Bella and Edward walking into a bookshop in Seattle and her making a beeline for the classics and laughing when she spots Dracula

“I’m so buying this,” she laughs but she’s serious and Edward can’t help but groan when he realizes that, “aw c’mon! Not many people can say they’ve read Bram Stoker’s Dracula with THE Dracula himself.” She winks and Edward’s flustered as he tries to respond

“I’m not Dracula,” and we all know Edward is probably gearing up for a long speech about philosophy and souls and our girl Bella is so not letting him

“Of course you are! You’re handsome, far too beautiful honestly, intelligent, and mysterious,” she smiles as she gently leans up to kiss his chin, “and maybe just a little too melodramatic for your own good.”

Edward ends up buying the Anne of Green Gables series (figured it could be why Bella kept having Anne flashbacks later on in Eclipse) for her instead and they walk around hand in hand through the streets of Seattle.

Bella can’t help but skip carefully around because holding Edward’s hand feels better than anything ever could - and she felt herself glad the sun wasn’t shining. Forget the sun, she just needed Edward

And just imagine smaller dates? Like Edward and Bella curled on her sofa watching Anne of Green Gables. She’s practically on his lap and happily munching on some apple slices with caramel and he’s whispering Gilbert’s lines in her ear

Edward taking her to the meadow on a sunny afternoon and asking her to place her head on his lap. He’s humming her lullaby as she lets the sun soak into her skin and he silently plucks a couple of white and purple flowers.

Once he has a small pile, he carefully untangles her hair and concentrates on braiding it. Bella stays silent, so at peace she drifts off.

When she wakes up she’s surprised to find that Edward’s woven the flowers into her hair and she tries to stick one into his hair only for it to immediately fall off

He can’t help but laugh at her annoyance, “Would you like me to show you something that might be a little more effective?”

“Yes please,” she’s smiling as she watches him blur around the meadow and appearing in front of her with a pile of flowers. The glittering diamonds off his skin make him even more beautiful if that were possible and she’s so dazzled she can’t help but get lost in his now soft eyes

“Here,” he extends a few long stemmed flowers to her, “I’m going to teach you how to make a daisy chain.”

But this is Bella and while she’s careful she can’t figure out how Edward’s hands are so delicate as she decapitates a flower when pulling too hard. He’s laughing as he gently tried to show her again and she won’t admit it but she might’ve sacrificed a few flowers to hear his gentle teasing again and again

Charlie tries not to laugh when Edward drops Bella off at home later on that day, sporting a daisy chain flower crown and a huge smile that makes that “makes that Edwin kid look even more whipped than usual”

BONUS IDEA because I just realized summer involves studying for next school year:

one day after a particularly hard study session (because Bella is 100% taking AP English Lit and serious about finishing homework early) Bella calls Edward over but makes him wait outside

She takes about an hour to finally come out and Edward keeps wanting to run inside to figure out what’s going on but Alice told him she’d rip his arms off if he did and why did Alice make him wear this three piece suit? And where is Bella? Why is she taking so long did she trip? Did she drown? Did she break her neck? Is she bleeding? He doesn’t smell blood but maybe -

And then she steps outside wearing this super frilly light blue long sleeved Edwardian masterpiece Alice found online and had restored, her hair is piled high on her head and she’s holding a copy of Anne in one hand and a glass of sweet tea in the other

“What-?”

“I can’t make you human again,” Bella says and she’s looking down at the floor with bright red cheeks before she looks up at him, “i can’t meet your parents or stroll with you in the Chicago of your childhood. But I can try and recreate what it might’ve been like.”

And Edward is suddenly so glad he can’t cry because if he could he’s sure Emmett would’ve never let him live this down and his mouth is wide open and his eyes are blinking back the feeling of unshed tears and she smiles

“Hello I’m Isabella Swan,” and he’s about to ask why she’s introducing herself when he already knows her - knows how her neck gets blotchy when she’s overheated, knows she can’t stand getting hiccups, knows she can list all the constellations in the sky but can’t remember what the look like - when she laughs, “and for today you’re Edward Masen.”

For the next few hours they sit next to each other on the front steps of the porch, taking turns reading to each other. Edward can’t help but feel his heart swell every time she stops reading to glance at him. He plays with her fingers and if this is as close to knowing her in 1918 that he can get then he’ll take it.

As the sun sets Edward can’t help but smile, “if I may,” he looks down at his feet and my god they’ve kissed before but suddenly he feels more human than he should and he can feel his veins stirring and trying to push blood into his cheeks, “may I - that is can’t I,” he clears his throat, “May I request a kiss, Isabella?”

“You may.”

Just ahh imagine Bella unable to sleep so Edward sings to her the whole night while playing with her hair. When she does eventually fall asleep her lips are pressed against his neck and she keeps whispering, “I love you,” and “Edward,” in her sleep.

He can’t sleep - he doesn’t even remember how to - but he closes his eyes and lets himself relax into her touch. He can’t help but think this is the closest to heaven he’ll ever feel.

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39 Questions Meme

I was tagged by the lovely @pokemongoexcitement​! Thank you friend~

1. Are you named after someone?

I want to say there is someone else in my family with like a middle name of Laura, but not really. Whether it was a family name was a minor consideration, far behind whether it sounded good, whether people could spell it, or whether people would call me the wrong name/give me dumb nicknames. (My parents were very responsible namers.)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Aw man, I cry all the time. When am I not crying? Probably only when people are looking at me.

3. Do you like your handwriting?

I used to hate it a lot! It was completely unreadable! One day I decided I wanted to try hand-writing journal stuff again so I took a few hours to decide how I wanted my handwriting to look. It took a little bit of practice, but now it’s quite nice and I can read it!

4. What is your favorite lunch meat?

Hmmm. I’m not really a lunch meat person. Is it a cop out if I say tuna?

5. Do you have kids?

Nope.

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?

I sure hope so! But it would be hard, because I would respond late to all of my messages. I could be my best friend and we could do lots of stuff together. As long as that stuff is online, because neither of us can drive.

7. Do you use sarcasm?

Me, sarcastic? Gosh golly gee, never.

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

Yes, though not for lack of trying.

9. Would you bungee jump?

I just don’t see the need. There’s so much else I could be doing.

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal?

Gotta go with strawberry-frosted mini wheats.

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

NEVER. My only shoes are open-toed sandals and boots with a single button.

12. Do you think you’re a strong person?

How real do we wanna get tonight? Eh, it’s 4:30am. I would say... I’m still here, I’m still trying. I don’t know about strong, but I won’t give up.

13. What is your favorite ice cream?

There are a lot of good ones, but I think I’ve gotta go with cherry vanilla.

14. What is the first thing you notice about people?

I have no clue, but if I don’t take note of what they’re wearing I won’t be able to recognize them a second time, so there’s that.

15. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?

It would be cool if my brain was not a trash fire, that would be nice.

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

Black pants with little skulls and crossbones. Pirate pants. Yarr. Not shoes, shoes are for the weak. Or the outdoors.

17. What are you listening to right now?

The music from Assassination Classroom.

18. if you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Cerulean.

19. Favorite smell?

Mint.

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

My dad.

21. Favorite sport to watch?

I... I don’t think I watch any sports. Does pokemon battling count?

22. Hair color?

There are some things in this world that just get so engraved into your head, from an early age. Beliefs that are just hard to shake, no matter how you’re confronted with objective facts. I know the truth, and I can give you the right answer, but no matter how many years it’s been since my hair started coming in brown, my gut instinct is still to answer this question with blonde. Humans are such strange creatures.

23. Eye color?

Green.

24. Do you wear contacts?

I have them but rarely wear them. Contacts make it hard to do detailed work close-up. (I’m badly near-sighted, and the contacts apparently can’t fix that without going some ways in the other direction, ugh.) Also they give me depth perception, which is really weird???

25. Favorite food to eat?

Steak.

26. Scary movies or comedy?

Horror. 8D

27. Last movie you watched?

Independence Day 2: Resurgence. I love that movie.

28. What color of shirt are you wearing?

Black.

29. Summer or winter?

Winter! The kind with snow, when it is cold and I can get cozy with a blanket and all the bugs go back to hell where they belong.

30. Hugs or kisses?

31. What book are you currently reading?

Bram Stoker’s Dracula and totally unrelated: I really want to rewrite Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

32. Who do you miss right now?

Once upon a time, I had an rp partner. We had years worth of stories, and we were really invested in each others’ characters and it was great. Then one day he just kind of... dropped me, I guess? Started playing MUDs and I just never really talked to him much again. The end. I’ve never really had anyone else to share my stories with, really. Telling a story is like performance art for me, and I feel like all my words crumble to dust when there’s no one to hear them and react. At the same time, I don’t know anyone I feel like I can trust with my unpolished stories. I feel like I’d be too self-conscious to share that part of myself anymore, and I don’t really feel like anybody would care anyway, ha.

It’s not a reflection on my friends, though. The one that I miss is the version of me that was able to share those things and not feel like she was wasting someone’s time.

33. What is on your mouse pad?

DELL

34. What is the last TV program you watched?

Are You Being Served?

35. What is the best sound?

Probably rain.

36. Rolling Stones or the Beatles?

37. What is the furthest you have ever traveled?

Probably like South Carolina.

38. Do you have a special talent?

So, I’m really badly nearsighted, right? Because of just how messed-up my vision is, I actually do not have depth perception at all. Because of this, I have an intuitive understanding of how perspective works in art, because “of course that’s how it works, otherwise how would I know something’s far away?”

39. Where were you born?

I am a mystery.