#twilight revival

[humans4vampires]

edward likes taking bella to the meadow because she gets eaten up by mosquitos who then become flying little snackies that edward doubles back for. edward leaps about the meadow snatching them up like a bass jumping from a lake

[edwardscatholicguilt]

I'm a twilight canon denier. Stephanie really gave us Emmett Cullen and expected me to believe that he wouldn't be Bff's with the wolf pack ? Get out of my face

[forkswashington]

© Cheryl Rose

[iconicstoner]

cooking class

gn!reader x jasper hale (domestic fluff)

words: 1127

summary: Jasper attempts to make a romantic dinner for his human partner, but as someone who hasn’t eaten in over 100 years, he doesn’t do a very good job. When the reader gets home and discovers the mess Jasper made, they decide to start over and cook dinner together. Or, in other words, Jasper gets a romantic, at-home cooking class brought to him by his loving partner. 

a/n: Just a little something I found in the drafts. Working on quite a few fics rn, so hopefully this holds y’all over.

Jasper sighs, staring down at the mess he’s made. The pans he used are now covered with char and inedible bits of food. He hasn’t had to eat human food since he was, well, human, but even then, he was rarely the one cooking it. He thought it wouldn’t be difficult; Esme and Edward had cooked for Bella before, but clearly he didn’t have much of a talent for it. He gathered all of the dirty dishes, thinking he might be able to wash them before you got home.

As he began running the water, his head involuntarily perked up. He could smell you coming closer. He frantically scrubbed the dishes, but he knew he wouldn’t have time to finish cleaning before you walked through the door. Usually, he could make quick work of such a simple task, but these dishes might be beyond repair.

He jumped at the sound of the door handle jiggling. Ironic considering he was the dangerous one. The dim, comfortable lighting of your apartment was broken up by the sun shining through the doorway. 

“Jas, is that you?” You call nervously, not expecting him to be in your house.

“Yeah, darlin’,” he calls out from the kitchen, shutting the water off. You follow the sound of his voice to find him awkwardly standing by the sink. When you left, the kitchen was spotless, but now the sink is piled with dirty dishes, most of which have burnt food on them. You don’t mind, knowing Cullen money could (and would) buy you a thousand of the best pots and pans on the market as a replacement.

“Jasper, were you…cooking?” you ask with a laugh, moving closer to him. He’s wearing a black hoodie and bootcut jeans -- an outfit that makes him appear much younger than he is (which is part of the reason you secretly love it). 

“Yes,” he says, embarrassed. “Turns out I’m not very good at it. Never really had to be, y’know?” He hangs his head, staring at the floor in guilt. You notice he’s wearing the bat socks you got him as a gag gift last Halloween. 

“What were you trying to make?” you ask, inspecting the black char that coats the dishes.

“Pasta,” he replies, casting a thousand-yard stare in your general direction. His voice is full of shame. 

“Maybe we could make some together?” you offer. Jasper’s body relaxes. He agrees, clearly relieved about your reaction. You grab your last two clean pots from the cabinet as Jasper collects the ingredients. 

“I’m sure you know the basic steps: turn on the stove, boil the water, pour in the pasta,” you say as you begin to do exactly that. Jasper nods along, passing you the pasta as it’s time to pour it in. “Do you want to start cutting those tomatoes for me?” you ask, gently placing a kiss on his cold cheek.

“Why of course,” he says, laying the southern charm on thick. Jasper gives you a small wink before cutting the tomatoes. He gets it done quickly- quicker than any human could- and pours them into the empty pan on the stove. 

“Now, let me show you how to make pasta sauce,” you say, standing in front of the stove, all of the herbs and spices lined up next to it. “First, the garlic,” you say, adding it into the pan as Jasper wraps his arms around your waist from behind. He gently rests his head on your shoulder, taking in the pleasant scent of your body spray. “You don’t mind garlic, do you?” you ask playfully.

“I ain’t that kinda vampire, sweetheart,” he replies, making you laugh. He can’t help but squeeze your waist, tightly holding onto the one thing he can’t bear to lose. You. “So, what’s next?” he hums, loosening his grip on you, but not losing his smile. He watches as you meticulously stir the sauce, mixing in the garlic. Everything you do completely enraptures him. 

“Basil,” you hum, adding it in. “And oregano.” He kisses your neck softly, making sure not to get too out of hand. He always holds back in fear that he’ll accidentally hurt you, even when you promise you trust him. 

“Smells good,” he whispers in your ear. His deep voice sends a chill down your spine.

“The only thing that smells good to you is blood,” you joke, trying not to let your attraction derail the night. He pouts, pretending to be offended in response, but you can tell he’s hiding a smirk.

“I’m just tryin’ to be polite,” he says defensively, lightly kissing your neck again. He can never get enough of your warm skin against his body.

“Well,” you say, getting him back on track, “now we can strain the pasta.” Jasper takes a step back, giving you space to pour the pasta into a colander over the sink. He watches in awe as you narrowly avoid getting hit by boiling water. “Grab me a bowl, Jas?” you ask, and he does exactly that. You scoop a healthy serving of pasta into the bowl. Instinctively, Jasper grabs the pot with the sauce. He pours a generous amount into the bowl. 

“Perfect,” he says, kissing you on the cheek. You feel his icy skin brush against yours, and in the blink of an eye, he’s holding a forkful of pasta up to you.

“Say ah,” he jokes, moving the fork closer to your mouth. You laugh, allowing him to feed you the bite of food. He anxiously anticipates your response, worried you might hate the food he’s helped you prepare. 

“Delicious,” you tell him, making him grin from ear to ear.

“Sorry I burnt it the first time,” he says bashfully. 

“It’s okay,” you comfort him, “It was more fun to make it with you anyway.”

“I have to agree,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind again. “I’ll go put a movie on and we can eat on the couch.” Before you can say anything, he’s already gone. You laugh under your breath, thinking of how you’ll never get used to his superspeed.

You carefully carry the serving of pasta to the couch as he sets up the DVD player. By the time you’re in the room, he’s already sitting on the sofa with one arm outstretched. Happily, you sit next to him and he wraps his arm around your shoulder as the movie starts.

“You’ll like this one,” he whispers into your ear as the opening credits finish. You continue to eat the pasta as Jasper sits right next to you, comfortably still. The two of you could spend forever like this, with every day calm and peaceful. Learning from each other just as much as you love each other. 

[nearly-a-winchester]

My friends and I during our annual twilight rewatch were discussing how Carlisle would insist on some normalcy which included instituting "pajama time" instead of bedtime. So here's our headcannons on who wears what.

Edward: flannel pants, white tshirt. Plain and boring like him.

Bella: the grungiest, nasty, ratty clothes she can find. She also starfishes and Edward winds up laying on the bench at the end of the bed curled up like a cat.

Emmett: boxers or basketball shorts

Rosalie: whatever lingerie she can find. When she's mad at Emmett she gets pj's with bears on them and Emmett goes to Alice like a child asking to sleep with her and Jasper.

Jasper: Nightgown and night cap like Ebenezer Scrooge. Complete with a candle stick. He walks around local neighborhoods late at night haunting the locals.

Alice: Girl walks around in Sabrina Carpenter like teddys.

Carlisle: Classic, button up pajama set. Designer ofc.

Esmee: also the hottest lingerie she can find but she wears a normal mom nightgown over it unless she's actively in bed.

[immortalseaqueen]

It’s the ✨aesthetic✨

[lunastwilightblog]

Hot take

In some ways Aro can be perceived as just as much of a “good person” as Carlisle is.

Think about it.

For instance in turning people. Carlisle has turned people who were dying and suffering to save them, and so has Aro.

But Carlisle didn’t put his own life at risk to save them. When Aro rescued Alec and Jane from being burned alive, he threw himself into the fire. There’s no way he wouldn’t have caught on fire himself, be it his clothes or his body, by doing that. Vampires are flammable af. Given that vampires have battle scars, I’d say it’s highly likely Aro has burn scars from doing that. He risked paying the ultimate price doing something he didn’t even know would work. The twins could’ve still died.

And don’t get me started on the benefit the Volturi have had on the world since taking power. Human health, safety, population growth… vampires as well in not having to constantly avoid war and displeasing the rulers of the land… I think I have a whole post on this buried deep on my blog. But yeah. Aro is a good man, despite what he portrays himself as and probably thinks himself to be, because even though his motivations are selfish, the outcome of his actions has been positive.

So, overall, there have been good outcomes to the evil he’s been doing.

[laughingoutcast]

Me at myself whenever I rewatch the twilight saga: