Actually…. I don’t mind the Persephone and Hades thing Edward Cullen does in midnight sun. But I think it would be a lot better if when he sucks the venom from her, and tastes that first drop of pure blood, he realizes that he is Persephone, bound to Bella by blood and by heart (as he says, vampires never fall out of love). He stays with her for half a year, and then, in New Moon, when Edward leaves Forks, and Bella isn’t allowed to follow, trapped as Hades was, he leaves her for about 6 months as well. Forced to return, though, as he had that Bella’s blood, and is bound to her world forever.
If I could ask SM one question it would be able how vampires and fire work. She says the venom is very flammable. But then she also says that Carlisle tried lots of ways to kill himself as a newborn and Edward in New Moon knew he would need help to die. Which to me is like . . . so they CAN'T just sent themselves on fire? SURELY Carlisle would have tried that, that's WHY he hid from his father, because he knew he would burn him alive if he found him bitten. So I was like, okay, they have to be in pieces first. It's their insides that are flammable.
But then she ALSO says in Breaking Dawn that the Volturi might not even bother to rip them apart first if Alec has used his power on them, and that Vasili the Immortal Child burned in his mother's arms. Which sounds like they were both in tact. So not in pieces.
Twilight vampires and fire. How does it work?
Instantly flammable. Could die from a match or a candle.
Survival instincts prevent them from setting themselves on fire.
Needs to be a very high heat. Candle or match or small campfire not enough.
Can set self on fire but survival instincts would make them put themselves out.
They need to be in pieces first. Breaking Dawn is fake.
If not in pieces need an accelerant.
I have literally never thought about it what is wrong with you?
It's their ONE weakness but I have no idea how it's supposed to work.
Edward was just being dramatic in NM and Carlisle forgot to try fire I guess.
Which Twilight Love Interest is more insufferable?
Bella Swan
Edward Cullen
Jacob Black
Voting ended onMay 5, 2025
Propaganda why Bella Swan is insufferable as a love interest:
"Basic ass white girl self insert mary sue in mormon vampirism tween girl romance"
"Girly strung along two boys (also her boyfriends are in her so she deserves to be)"
"Her two boyfriends are in here" (x3)
Propaganda why Edward Cullen is an insufferable love interest:
"Creepy ass stalker"
"God, I feel like we all know by now. He's creepy, sexist, controlling and the narrative treats all that as if it's totally cool and hot for him to be."
"He ignores Bella’s wishes by buying her expensive things when she has indicated she doesn’t like it, breaks her beloved truck (more than once) as a way to control her, manipulates her into getting married when she has told him before she’s uncomfortable with that, tries to stop her from hanging out with her friends like Jacob and the pack, sneaks inside her room at night to watch her sleep, etc"
Propaganda why Jacob Black is an insufferable love interest:
"Doesn’t leave Bella alone the creep"
"In regards to his (attempted) relationship with Bella: he kisses her without consent (she then broke her hand trying to punch him), he continuously goes after her when she’s not interested, and he uses the horrible manipulation strategy “if you wont be with me then I’m going to hurt myself”
In regards to his (shudder) relationship with Renaissance (toilet emoji): we all know why this is bad. Do I even have to say anything? Fine, he’s a 17 year old in love with a child. I know it’s not technically his fault. It’s Stephanie Myers fault. What the fuck."
"nicknamed her daughter after the Loch Ness Monster."
a/n: This is such a lovely idea for a preference! Thank you so much for requesting!
another a/n: I’m not 100% sure I wrote the love languages in the way they were meant to be interpreted, so I suppose this is how I interpret the love languages.
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The Cullens’ Love Language(s)
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Carlisle Cullen
Carlisle’s love languages would be words of affirmation and acts of service.
Carlisle would absolutely shower you with compliments and praise daily.
He would adore teaching you calligraphy, so whenever you wrote, say, your name, in calligraphy, Carlisle would say,
“Well done, my love! You did it!” And he’d kiss your cheek.
Carlisle would drop everything to help with with even the minimalist of issues.
You forgot how to spell a word? Carlisle is there beside you to remind you how to spell it.
You’re tired? He’s beside you in an instant rushing you to the nearest bed/couch so you can cuddle into his chest.
This man would absolutely adore taking care of you when you were sick.
Of course, he’d be upset that you even got sick in the first place, but that means he has more time to spend with you even if you can barely speak with strep throat.
He’d love taking the time to learn how to make your favourite dishes, and sometimes with the help of Esme.
He’d constantly say, “I love you”, every chance he gets. He loves the way your eyes light up and your smile when he says that to you, and when you say it back.
Jasper Hale
Jasper’s love language would have to be physical touch.
For one, he’d have to cling to your arm when he’s around humans so he doesn’t rip their throat out.
And for two, he needs to be touching you, or holding you in some way to make sure that you’re still with him; still alive.
After his ‘relationship’ with Maria, his idea of love has been corrupted, and he just wants to ensure you aren’t going to leave or use him for your own benefit.
Jasper knows that you’d never leave him, and he’d never leave you, (unless you asked him too, though he’d try to convince you to stay, first).
Whenever you both got back home from the store, school, or wherever you two were before, he’d pull you towards his/your room and just like to lay with you as you’re pulled into his chest, as he’d inhale your scent; reassuring him you’re still there, and you’re not gone.
The other Cullens would understand why he’d always sat next to you, and why he’s always holding your hand.
They’re just as afraid of losing each other, they’re just not as representative about it as Jasper is.
He’d never want to put you in any sort of danger, even if your hit your elbow against the doorframe. He needs to keep you safe.
He doesn’t baby you at all, he knows you can defend yourself if you have to, Jasper just needs to ensure that you’re 100% safe, so with that, he’s with you almost all of the time.
After a fight with another vampire, Jasper would pull you close and race you back home so he could cuddle with you on a couch, holding you close, reminding him that you’re alright, safe in his arms.
Though vampires cannot sleep, I do sense that they could still end up in a dreamy sort of state, and when one of the other Cullens, usually Carlisle or Esme, walk into the living room and see you and Jasper curled together in that dreamy state, they’d retrieve a blanket and place it over the figures of the two of you.
Alice Cullen
Alice’s love languages would be receiving gifts, and acts of service.
Alice would prefer you not get her expensive gifts, but rather handmade ones, or say, a daisy you found on the sidewalk.
However, you weren’t allowed to gift her expensive items, but she could if she wanted to.
Like, for your birthday, she got you this really expensive attire you had eyed in a shop a month prior.
You almost had to turn the gift down, you could never afford to gift something to Alice that was nearly as expensive as the attire she had gotten you.
Alice then smiled at you, told you she knew that this moment would happen, to which you smiled back at her, and she continued with:
“Honey, the handwritten cards, hand-drawn sketches, and the daisies you occasionally pick up from the side of the road means more to me than any over-priced, extravagant necklace.”
Alice would take the daisies you gave her, and she would press them so she could hang them on her wall amongst all the drawings and letters of yours she has.
She loves spending her money on clothes for you, but she’d rather spend it with you, while the both of you are out together.
Especially during the first few months of dating, she’d have you come with her to clothing stores so she’d find out what type of clothes are your style.
If you were on your phone, browsing through Pinterest, Alice would have Edward read your mind and Alice would write down what you were thinking of as Edward would tell her.
Rosalie Hale
Rosalie’s love languages would be receiving gifts and words of appreciation.
Rosalie would love getting gifts from you, whether they were materialistic gifts or a handwritten letter.
She’d totally love the handwritten letters more, since they’re filled with words of your appreciation of her.
She would love to compliment you all of the time.
Mostly, Rosalie would adore doing your hair, while Alice would do your makeup (if you wear it).
After doing your hair, and Alice dressed you up, Rosalie would take you to some lavish party hall, and you two would dance all night, and when you two came home, she’d get you both out of your outfits and she’d take you hunting.
(I apologize that Rosalie’s is short, I could barely think of anything for her)
Emmett Cullen
Emmett’s love language would be quality time.
Instead of spending money on you, or you spending money on him (though you still buy stuff for each other sometimes), Emmett would prefer spending quality time with you.
For him, he’d rather that the time spent together would include you laughing during most of it.
Emmett would absolutely enjoy making you laugh.
Emmett, Edward, and you are like this mischievous trio, always laughing and making jokes together.
If you had asked Emmett what his favourite song is, he’d respond with:
“Oh, either that one Kiss song, or your laughter.”
Though Emmett loves hearing your laugh, and loves making you smile just as much, he does love the moments where you’re just together.
Doing whatever comes to mind, really. Cuddling, reading, watching movies…
I have a sense that he’d love to play that mobile ‘Heads Up’ game.
Emmett would get the rest of the Cullens to play as well.
Rosalie would usually get frustrated if she can’t get it right.
Edward would read someone’s mind to get the answers.
Alice probably knew the answers already.
Overall, I feel like Emmett would be the most pumped if he got an answer right.
Edward Cullen
Edward’s love language would be quality time, or physical touch.
The latter would probably be easier for him if you were a vampire, too.
He’d be much too frightened of himself if he had hurt you.
He just would want the ability to hold you without the fear of biting you, if you were human.
Edward does love to hold your hand, though.
Every time you two would depart from the other, he’d always kiss the back of your hand, walking backwards away from you so he’d be able to look at you longer before finally leaving.
He’d most likely never leave you alone for long, either. Mostly a few hours, tops.
You always tell your guardians that you are having a sleepover with Alice, but in reality it’s for Edward.
This guy would be so invested in showing you all of his records and CDs.
He’d also let you listen to whatever you wanted to on all of the players he has.
Walkman, record player, radio, you name it.
Edward probably has everything first edition, too.
I feel like if Edward had a cellphone, he’d sign every text he’d send with his name at the end.
“I’ll see you soon, lovey. Love, Edward.”
Esme Cullen
Esme’s love language would have to all of them.
I mean, her gift is literally the ability to love passionately.
If you had a favourite food, Esme would learn how to make it, if she hadn’t known how to make it already.
She would absolutely love giving you compliments.
“My beloved, your outfit really compliments your eyes today.”
She’d literally support you in almost everything you do.
I say almost since she wouldn’t support you if you were putting yourself in danger, and would rather you find something else instead of your previous idea.
The rest of the Cullens always get a smile brought to their faces whenever they see you and Esme together.
You and Esme are like what every couple wants to be like.
A relationship filled with love, caring and pure adoration for the other.
Trope: Outlaw Lover + Hero dueling for Heroine’s honor.
Pairing: Jasper Whitlock x Reader (female).
Warnings: mentions of blood + someone dies but he was a dick soooo…
A/N: I’m a sucker for cowboy love stories! Also, you know that part in Dracula where Quincy tells everybody that a vampire killed his horse and nobody ever says anything about it again? For some reason, that bit also makes me think of Jas…
Jasper was something out of your wildest dreams.
Living so far out into the west, there wasn’t much to do here but work and dream and work a little more. Life was hard, working out beneath the Texas sun, and living like that made a lot of folks hard too.
But you had somehow remained soft and sweet...and maybe that’s what had got you into trouble.
That sweetness about you had earned you the attention of many men before, your father so delighted in his lovely daughter and others seeing more then just a kind heart and sweet smile. But only two suitors had ever stayed around, you sheriff father so often frightening others far away, one because he could not take no for an answer and the other because you had begged him.
The first was Arthur.
He was the son of the wealthiest man in your little town and made sure that everyone knew it too, lording over the others since you’d been little things.
And the second was Jasper.
He was a stranger to the town, coming suddenly in the night, and he was beautiful. Oh, your sisters (and just about everyone else) thought him so strange! They feared his strange scars and the wild look in his dark eyes...but despite everything, you were drawn to him.
Like a moth to the flame, you flew to him and you fell.
And despite his own reservations, Jasper had loved you too and reveled himself to you. You would never forget that day, sneaking off into the desert to find that little shack he called a home, a rough thing that was one strong gust from falling to pieces. Brushing past the bluebonnets and red paintbrushes, your skirts dragged in the dirt as you called his name.
“Do you mean it?” Jasper asked from the shadows.
You could see him there, half-hidden in the darkness and you standing in the sun. His eyes glimmered as he looked at you, rasping once more.
“What you said before...do you love me?”
“I do,” you replied softly.
“What if I was a monster?” he choked. “What if I’d hurt people...could you love me with blood on my hands?”
Reaching out to him, Jasper looked at your soft hand and faltered for a moment, still hiding from the light. But when you whispered once more that you loved him, he came forward and stepped into the light. The light that spilled from his bare chest was something heavenly, sunlight dripping from him like honey. You gasped softly, taking his hand in yours and watching him in wonder.
“I’m a monster,” Jasper whispered hoarsely.
“I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw no noble,” you replied.
It was the first time you had ever truly seen him. And it was the first time he’d kissed you, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you like it was all he needed to live. He was rough and sweet all at the same time, falling apart just for you. Never before had you loved somebody like this, touched somebody like this. Jasper pulled you back into the shack with him, laying you on the rough pallet and leaning over you with a smile on his pale face.
“I love you, darlin’,” he whispered into a half kiss.
“And I love you, Mr. Whitlock,” you replied.
Your love was a monster, a vampire, and you both understood that he cannot stay here forever...so you would go with him. Together you planned to run away deep, deep into the desert, where no one would follow and you could be turned safely.
It saddened you to leave everything behind like this.
Others noticed it, you both realized, seeing how often you vanished and appeared with a flimsy excuse...and what a coincidence that Mr. Whitlock, who had only meant to be in town for a brief time, had stayed so much longer as was often seen with you.
People talked, of course, whispers of Jasper having seduced you.
And Arthur only spurred the rumors further with his drunken ranting and unwanted advances, unable to see that you wanted nothing to do with him. But neither of you cared at all, Jasper laughing and daring anyone who had issue with him to say it to his face rather then behind his back.
“It’s my name on the line,” he stated calmly. “My honor. And if any man wishes to challenge it, he may do so at his own leisure.”
But you loved Jasper more then anything else upon this earth and that quelled the pain, knowing that you could be together forever. And until that day came, Jas had a way of sending you messages. In the early morning, you would often find your window partially open and a gift left for you, a little bouquet of bluebonnets tied with twine.
“Darling, it’s time for us to go. An old friend came calling and I don’t wish for her to interfere. I know it’s sooner then expected but I want to leave in three day’s time. Come see me tonight, darling, I’ll be waiting for you.”
It was strange...the flowers had been crumpled and the letter left open, when Jasper normally placed a rock over it closed. But if there was trouble he must have been in a hurry and you were too, slipping away the second that you could. The shack had become a little more livable, Jasper cleaning it up after you’d cut yourself inside, his strong hands making those four walls sturdy and safe. The second you stepped inside, Jasper pounced, pulling you into his arms as you laughed in delight, his cold hands a relief against the heat. Between hot kisses and hurried hands, Jasper removed everything but your under-dress, a thin thing of cotton and lace. Your hair was wild and his shirt undone, skin sparking beneath the few rays of light that slipped between the slats.
“Are you certain, darling?” Jasper asked. “You’re given up everything for me...and I don’t have much to give you in return.”
“Jas, I love you and you love me,” you replied. “That’s all I ever wanted.”
He smiled down at you, a cool hand drawing down your bare arm slowly. Even now, he could not believe that somebody loved him like this...Maria had lied to him, used him like a weapon and that just wasn’t love. But this was, Jasper watching the sun set in your eyes as you lay on his chest.
There a plan was created.
Independence Day was coming up and the party would last all night, drinking and dancing and fireworks lasting through the night. In the hustle and bustle, no one would notice the two of you slipping away. Your father and brothers would be drunk and so willingly believe that you were spending the night with a friend...and it wouldn’t be until morning that anyone realized you were gone. By then, it would be far too late.
Jasper brought you home in the twilight, holding you close as you walked through the little town together.
“Miss Y/N,” a voice suddenly cut it.
Turning around, you saw Arthur stepping out of the saloon. The smell of alcohol hung over him like a smog as Arthur stumbled forward, smiling at you and glaring as Jasper. But you lover was not afraid, hand on your waist as he stepped calmly looked down at Arthur.
“Mister Whitlock,” Arthur drawled. “Didn’t realize you were still in town! Last I heard, you were planning on finding work up north.”
“My plans changed,” Jasper replied, his eyes flickering towards you and his gaze softening.
“I see...have a good night, Miss Y/N.”
But that would not be the last you saw of Arthur. He’d always shown a little too much interest in you, more then you liked, and your brothers had had to scare him away more then once. But now he was getting bolder, always following you around and trying to catch you alone, no matter how many times you chased him away. But you tried not to let him ruin the last days with your loved ones, ignoring Arthur and focusing instead on those that mattered to you.
You fussed over your father and brothers a little too much (but they never seemed to mind it) and told them how much you loved them, how happy you were. Father, you declared, was the best kind of man and your brothers were lovable in their own annoying way. No one had a happiness like yours.
Three days melted away slowly until the forth of July came, everyone in town preparing to celebrate together. In the daylight, there were speeches read and games to be played, children running and laughing in the sun. But soon the light began to fade and the music grew louder, a lone stranger making his way through the crowd.
“May I have this dance?” Jasper whispered.
Taking his hand, you danced the night away with the love of your life, looking up at him like he was the sun and stars. And when the night was late and the crowd was god and drunk, you slipped away together, laughter spilling into the night as you ran.
“By this time tomorrow,” Jasper laughed. “you’ll be Mrs. Y/N Whitlock!”
“Why, I quite like the sound of that, Mr. Whitlock,” you replied with a smile.
Jasper pulled you into his arms once more, stealing a kiss as he slipped backwards into the shack with you. He was delighted as he reached into one of the bags resting on the worn floors (one for him and one for you, carrying very little into your new lives) and pulled out something shining and silver: wedding rings.
“Oh, Jas...”
“Had them inscribed and everything,” he said proudly, revealing the initials and date carved within the band.
Unable to take it, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss, Jasper murmuring something sweet and muffled into your lips...and then he froze. Pulling away just so, Jasper listened for a moment before he swore beneath his breath, rage already coursing through his veins. Pulling you behind him quickly, you screamed as the door was slammed open, wood splintering through the small room.
It was Arthur, half-drunk and ranting nonsense about Jasper stealing “his” woman and taking what was his. Jasper remained calm, glaring down at Arthur with a potent contempt.
“Leave,” Jasper ordered. “Now.”
He was trying to calm the man, or at least scare him off, by Arthur wouldn’t have it, refusing to leave without you. If he thought that Jasper had forced or tricked you in some way he was dead wrong and you told him so, making it clear who you were choosing.
“You little whore–”
Jasper struck suddenly, moving with the grace and hatred of a rattlesnake as he threw Arthur forward. The drunkard flew out of the shack and landed into the dust, cursing furiously as Jasper hissed in his fury.
“Never speak to her like that!” he ordered, rage burning in his eyes. “As long as I live, I will not watch her be disrespected!”
“You don’t have to worry about that much longer,” Arthur sneered, standing up quickly.
As he reached for the gun, you begged him to stop, knowing just how foolish this was. A gun could not harm a vampire...but Jasper was smart, choosing not to reveal himself and instead reaching for his own weapon. A line had been drawn in the sand and each waited for the other to either cross it or walk away. But in the end, it wasn’t Jasper that he fired at.
Wrenching his arm towards you, Arthur screamed as he fired, two shots ringing through the air.
The bullet never so much as grazed your skin, Jasper flying in front of you and firing off a shot of his own. The scent of blood, hot and sickening, filled the air as Arthur dropped to the earth. Eyes stared blankly into the night sky, blood staining the dry earth black as Jasper looked down at him.
“Darlin’?”
“I’m...I’m okay,” you whispered.
But you were shaking and he felt it, tuning to embrace you gently. Fingers intertwined with your own, bringing your hand to meet his lips in a gentle kiss, his skin so cool against you.
“I know it’s foolish, I know he couldn’t hurt you but I...I was so afraid!” you gasped, falling into him.
Jasper hushed your cries, comforting you softly. And he understood it, that fear...when he saw that gun pointed at you, the terror he’d felt was something primal, a bloody mixture of hatred and love all at once.
“I love you, darlin’,” he whispered against your neck.
“And I love you, Mr. Whitlock,” you replied.
By the time the sun came up, you would both be long gone. And when the search party found Arthur, they’d find a letter, confessing a half-truth of the events. In your own hand, you told your father that Arthur had attacked you and Jasper had killed only in your defense...but because you feared that Jasper would not be given a fair trial or be faced with a mob. So you ran.
And you were running still, lovers dancing together in the light of the rising sun.
The story had ended years ago, now only remaining as a legend of the Wild West. But you still remained, running through the wildflowers as the love of your eternity chased you down, pulling you into the tangled grass together.
“Mr. Whitlock,” you whispered sweetly.
He took you hand once more and kissed it softly, thumb rubbing over the ring that glittered upon your finger still.
“Mrs. Whitlock,” he replied.
And he kissed you once more, just as wild and passionate as that first kiss had been. Even all these years later, you still loved as you had always loved, like sunfire. You burned together in the golden light, murmuring promises of love for all eternity…
"Do you want me to help with your homework?" (He doesn't even let you lift the pencil. He has it done before you can reject the offer lmfao)
This is obvious — he's insanely sensitive about your safety and the fact that you're human. He will do anything to make sure you're still breathing, living a life full of whatever you want. Edward will take you anywhere around the world if you ask him. Wanna go to that really expensive college out of state? He's got it all ready for you. You won't have to spend a penny.
Nap dates are totally a thing. You sleep while he stares like a creep. Speak up if you find this habit of his disturbing. Edward wants to respect your boundaries.
When his moods aren't down in the negatives, he's actually really pleasant to be around. Dry humor. Soft spoken. Down to earth. Very intelligent and willing to share information about the past. He's either the one who talks for hours or listens to you talk for hours.
Edward is inexperienced and incredibly, ridiculously insecure. It's not even funny. He's also a hypocrite. He can hate himself but the second you say/think anything negative about yourself he's giving you a lecture. Eye contact + reassurance is a common theme. Never avoid his gaze. It'll drag the lecture on and on until you're yawning. He needs to feel confident in knowing you heard every word.
When he is used to your scent— he cannot keep himself off of you. In the most innocent way ofc.
Sneaking into your room every night. Holding you. Playing piano for you. Writing you letters randomly.
Quality time is very important. You're his mate. He feels anxious when you're too far to see or touch. Edward is clingy. Don't say that though. He'll either deny it with frustration or feel insecure about it.
Jealousy is something you'll deal with regardless of how long you've been together. It's in his nature to protect what belongs to him. He tries really hard to understand you have a life with friends and family.
Edward puts in effort to earn the respect of your family. Parents, siblings, etc.
Pets may be difficult at first. (He'd never harm your pets, he knows you love them. Hurting something you care about is the same as hurting you directly.)
Speaking of getting hurt— this man will restrict himself from happiness if he ever does something harmful to you. Mentally and/or physically.
If you wish to turn into his kind it won't be easy. Months to years of convincing him. Deep down he wants the same thing for selfish reasons but he also realizes you deserve to live a normal life.
Whatever you decide in the end, he will support it.
choose "abandoned her" if you were angry with the Cullens (and by "the Cullens" I mean the whole group. If you only feel this way about Edward or Alice, it doesn't count) for leaving, feel like Bella should have made them grovel before accepting them back in her life, felt hurt, felt like she had already been adopted into the family and they shouldn't have left, or any related feelings
choose "didn't own her anything" if you felt them leaving made sense after the break up, if you thought it was normal for the rest of the family to not be in contact with an ex after a break up, if you felt like Bella was not that close to them yet (and/or they weren't that close to her yet). Again, excepting Edward and maybe Alice, I'm talking about the group as a whole.
choose "reasonable" if you felt they left for noble reasons, to protect her, to spare her a shadowy half-life of vampirism, because Jasper almost killed her, or if leaving because Edward asked them to was justified, or any similar sentiment.
In New Moon . . .
I identified with Bella and felt like the Cullens abandoned her
I identified with Bella but didn't feel like the Cullens owed her anything
I identified with Bella but thought the Cullens leaving was reasonable
I did NOT identify with Bella and felt like the Cullens abandoned her
I did NOT identify with Bella and felt like the Cullens didn't own her anything
I did NOT identify with Bella and felt like the Cullens leaving was reasonable
None of these capture my feelings / show results
Voting ended onJan 31, 2025
Again, this about the other Cullens (minus perhaps Alice), NOT about Edward.
so I’m reading again and. I picked up ‘you’ by Caroline Kepnes because I saw the show was based on a book so better read it first. And oh my god. I know Edward wasn’t marketed as a creepy stalker and this book IS but HOLY CRAP. THIS is creep behavior and I’m onCHAPTER TWO. My perspective on Edward has changed. Edward was an impulsive teen in comparison.
