about melancholia.

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 : ( 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 )

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greetings, loved ones. let’s take a journey …

a reminder that i am canon divergent, so don’t crawl up my ass over any of this information ( which is MINE ). it is canon that the masen family is very wealthy; however, stephanie meyer says that edward’s father was a lawyer and, during the late 1800s and early 1900s, lawyers were very poor. so, my edward, sr., is not a lawyer. the masen family IS wealthy, edward did inherit masen house in chicago, and he does inherit the masen family fortune every fifty or so years.

anyway, here’s wonderwall …

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[masensons]

i love charlie swan so much

[lukasewaldenbeck-blog]

If you ever touch her against her will again… She’s not sure what she wants.

[masensons]

❝ It was doubtful Mr. Banner, a man of no more than average intellect, would manage to pull out anything in his lecture that would surprise someone holding two graduate degrees in medicine. ❞

[masensons]

“the generically popular mike newton” GOD I CAN’T STAND YOU EDWARD

[masensons]

❝ Edward. Alice called my name in her head, and had my attention at once. ❞

❝ We had to stick together, Alice and I. It wasn’t easy, hearing voices or seeing visions of the future. Both freaks among those who were already freaks. We protected each other’s secrets. ❞

[masensons]

edward perceiving himself a monster vs edward perceiving carlisle a saint = immovable object vs unstoppable force

[masensons]

[persephonememes]

* (  LITTLE WOMEN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ Don’t try to make me grow up before my time. ❜

❛ Love is a great beautifier. ❜

❛ I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is leaving you all. ❜

❛ I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven. ❜

❛ If I didn’t care about doing right and didn’t feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally. ❜

❛ When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least. ❜

❛ Don’t mind me. I’m as happy as a cricket here. ❜

❛ You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one, if he’s the right one. ❜

❛ Love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride. ❜

❛ I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it’s good for me. ❜

❛ When you feel discontented, think over your blessings, and be grateful. ❜

❛ Let us be elegant or die! ❜

❛ Hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally. ❜

❛ I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world! ❜

❛ Be worthy love, and love will come. ❜

❛ Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this! ❜

❛ The sincere wish to be good is half the battle. ❜

❛ The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them. ❜

❛ I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle—something heroic, or wonderful—that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead. ❜

❛ I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream. ❜

❛ Don’t cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it. ❜

❛ I’d rather take coffee than compliments just now. ❜

❛ Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds. ❜

❛ I don’t like to doze by the fire. ❜

❛ I like adventures, and I’m going to find some. ❜

❛ I like good strong words that mean something. ❜

❛ Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. ❜

❛ I hate such things, and though I think I’ve a right to be hurt, I don’t intend to show it. ❜

❛ Conceit spoils the finest genius. ❜

❛ Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault. ❜

❛ I am angry nearly every day of my life. ❜

❛ I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship. ❜

❛ For love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride. ❜

❛ I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them. ❜

❛ I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. ❜

❛ Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow. ❜

❛ I don’t pretend to be wise, but I am observing, and I see a great deal more than you’d imagine. ❜

❛ I’m interested in other people’s experiences and inconsistencies, and, though I can’t explain, I remember and use them for my own benefit. ❜

❛ I’m not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I’d do when I grew up. ❜

❛ I never thought of being married. ❜

❛ I wish I had no heart, it aches so. ❜

❛ Wouldn’t it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them? ❜

❛ You’re an angel! How shall I ever thank you? ❜

❛ I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands. ❜

❛ Take some books and read; that’s an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort. ❜

❛ Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom. ❜

❛ I could have been a great many things. ❜

❛ Talent isn’t genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. ❜

❛ I want to be great, or nothing. ❜

❛ If we are all alive ten years hence, let’s meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now. ❜

❛ You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things. ❜

❛ I hate ordinary people! ❜

❛ Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort that is. ❜

❛ You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. ❜

❛ Love will make you show your heart someday, and then the rough burr will fall off. ❜

❛ We’ll all grow up, no pretending we won’t. ❜

❛ If I didn’t care about doing right and didn’t feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally. ❜

❛ I can’t help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart. ❜

❛ Love covers a multitude of sins. ❜

❛ It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women. ❜

❛ But, like all happiness, it did not last long. ❜

❛ I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world! ❜

❛ How happy and good we’d be, if we had no worries! ❜

❛ I think we are all hopelessly flawed. ❜

❛ Where’s the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I’m pretty or not? ❜

❛ Nothing remained but loneliness and grief. ❜

❛ I don’t think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that. ❜

❛ Nothing seemed impossible in the beginning. ❜

[heateron]

james dean in east of eden (1955)

[masensons]

↠ 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜.

        the  way  she  leaned,  so  casually  strewn  about  in  an  armchair,  with  so  still  a  stature,  any  mortal  eye  would  have,  upon  catching  a  glimpse,  thought  she  a  painting  overtaking  the  wall  of  the  cullen’s  living  room   (  titled  “  studious  vanity  ”,    the  painter  depicting  that  small  little  creature  with  a  book,  holding  it  gracefully  in  a  single  hand  above  her  head  as  she  peers  towards  it,  a  small,  pocket - sized  mirror  underneath  the  angel’s  thumb,  pressed  tight  against  the  words,  so  that  she  only  peers  back  at  herself    –––   there  was  no  actual  mirror,  now,  of  course.  no  literal  reflection;   but  there  might  as  well  have  been,  with  so  glossy  a  stare  at  the  page  floating  so  far  from  her,  it  was  clear  she  stared  past  it,  even  before  she  moved  her  gaze  to  meet  that  of  the  voice  …  )   graceful  motion  brought  her  upright,  legs  crossing  and  book  leaving  her  hand  so  quickly  that,  in  a  flash,  it  sat  suddenly  folded  on  her  lap,  the  title  clear  as  day:   frankenstein.

       “  i  take  it  you’re  still  in  a  sour  mood,  then.  ”       an  expression  plays  across  her  features  with  significant  weight:   sincerity  in  her  innocence,  gravity  to  her  naivety.   of  course,  she  was  no  such  thing.   she’d  been  frustrated  by  his  mood  for  too  long,  now,  and  she  had  no patience  for  his  off - putting  silence.   things  had  to  be  taken  care  of  delicately,  with  a  real  sense  of  poise,   soft - hearted  hints  dropped  on  the  not - so - rare  occasion.  she’d  stood  outside  his  bedroom  door  the  previous  morning  and,  with  a  dramatic  air,  so  well  done  she  had  the  brief  thought  that  she  should  have  been  an  actress,  sighed  so  loudly  it  would  hardly  be  missed  by  any  member  of  the  family.      “  darling,  i  can’t  possibly  know  what  you’re  talking  about  …    you’ll  have  to  spell  it  out  for  me.  ”        a  wretched,  sweet  little  smile  takes  hold  in  one  of  her  classic  saccharine  stares,  but  she  loses  the  focus  of  it  quickly,  dropping  the  facade  as  she  let  her  head  fall  back  and  rest  against  the  chair.   mouth  shuts  and  she  stares  at  the  ceiling,  force  to  her  thoughts,    [   when  have  i  ever  been  subtle  …  you  should  know  how  insulting  that  is.  ]    

       “  beware,  ”     she  says,  tone  a  little  regal,  as  if  she’s  reciting  something.     “  for  i  am  fearless,  and  therefore  powerful.  ”      neck  twists  again  and  she  cranes  to  stare  towards  him  yet  again.     “  have  you  read  this?  ”    question  plays  off  her  tongue  with  only  a  shadow  of  a  smirk,  book  instantaneously  in  hand,  being  waved  now  in  his  direction.

        TIME    PASSES    SUCH    THAT    scarcely    the    hour    can    be    observed  ,    its    sands    weeping    through    the    fingers    as    if    tears    lost    to    grief  ,    but    so    quickly    they    could    never    be    caught  .    and    so    grief    it    is  ,    struck    so    like    a    final    chord    in    a    most    mournful    suite  ;    edward    plays    the    melody    upon    the    air  ,    his    long    fingers    tapping    across    an    imagined    ivory    expanse    before    him  .    his    posture    certainly    suggests    he    plays    the    tune  ,    for    how    he    sits    rigidly    upon    the    settee  ,    shoulders    hunched    to    his    ears    with    great    purpose  ,    fingers    curved    so    to    better    reach    the    keys  .    so    convinced    is    he    that    no    one    hears    his    melancholy    that    he    hardly    deigns    to    cover    it    up  .

        ❝    forgive    me  .    i    forget    you    need    constant    direction  .    ❞    had    he    any    care    at    all  ,    perhaps    he    would    have    shaped    those    words    more    cheekily  ;    as    it    stands  ,    they    come    rather    dull  ,    flat    to    the    tone    and    devoid    of    any    true    humor  .    briefly  ,    she    will    see    his    intention    to    take    up    the    throw    pillow    behind    him    and    toss    it    in    her    face  .    but    the    vision    comes    and    goes  ,    and    edward    changes    course  .    he    decides    against    it  .    it    would    hardly    suffice    for    any    true    backlash    he    might    wish    to    unleash    upon    her  .    instead  ,    he    considers    lighting    her    closet    on    fire    and    lets    her    watch    that    unfold    behind    her    eyes  .    

        edward    smiles    and    marble    cracks  .    ❝    you    are    the    bravest    of    us    all  .    ❞    it    comes    sincere  ,    despite    the    wickedness    of    his    grin  .    such    contrast  !    it    is    like    this  ,    then  ,    for    the    pair    of    them  .    whatever    she    gives  ,    he    is    sure    to    return  ,    and    they    continue    this    way    as    they    always    have  .    his    attention    drifts    to    her    book    and    something    pensive    befalls    his    features  .    ❝    𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯    𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥    𝘤𝘢𝘯    𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬    𝘴𝘰    𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦    𝘵𝘩𝘦    𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩  ,    𝘸𝘩𝘰    𝘤𝘢𝘯    𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦    𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴    𝘰𝘧    𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯    𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴  ?    ❞    the    grief    returns  .    edward    returns    his    sullen    gaze    to    his    sister’s  .    ❝    what    exactly    do    you    plan    on    suggesting  ?    ❞

[fiction-is-happier]

robert pattinson hearing the news

[masensons]

BRO !!!!!!!!!!

[ree-duh]

Edward: so now that I’m marrying Bella I’m finally going to be able to enjoy a night with her but I’m a little confused on what to do :/

Emmett who’s had a presentation prepared since the 1940s:

[masensons]

fun fact: edward is a certified pilot

[masensons]

TO: [email protected] ( @aegnus ) FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace...

Dear Bella,

            I considered writing you a letter, but I realized you might not enjoy snail mail. Nor could you possibly enjoy the pages and pages I would send you and emails require word counts. Lucky you. I find writing quite therapeutic, whether as a form of communication or perhaps in a journal, and talking to you in any way always improves my mood, so this seemed an excellent idea to better my mental health. Also, Esme suggested this might be more preferable to you than a phone call and I find she is often right about most things. Mothers usually have that quality, I think.

            How is Forks? Perhaps it feels an unnecessary question. Forks never really changes, does it? But I want to know your thoughts on it lately. Hanover is picturesque. I think you would enjoy it. Fall suits it well, I’d say, for how antique the town appears in the throes of autumn. The glow of it all inspires cinematic poetry and cinematic films alike, that is for certain. I found a little book store just the other day that I think you would be particularly fond of, but I had to restrain myself from purchasing anything lest I face your displeasure for gifts. I will just have to settle for relaying my assumption of your supposed joy in such a place over this email. Unless you might find the means for a visit.

            I miss you, Bella. I see you everywhere I go and I do not believe this will ever change for me. I see you in the press of cold fingers to warm coffee mugs and the steam that rises from those mugs to greet smiling faces. I see you in the weathered books collecting dust in the back corners of the Dartmouth library. I see you in the sun rise, the moon setting, and every evening, too. 

            Please do not feel obligated to respond. I only wanted you to know that I am thinking of you; it is impossible not to be thinking of you, Bella. I hope this email finds you well. Stay safe. Be careful with yourself.

                                                                           Yours,                                                                                 Edward

[classicarte]

Valsa da Dor [Valse de la Douleur/Waltz of Pain]  – Heitor Villa-Lobos

Glenn Gould (Valeriya Lakrisenko)