- edward cullen
his ass was not whimsical im sending hired goons to your home
- edward cullen
his ass was not whimsical im sending hired goons to your home
When Edward is explaining Carlisle’s theory of vampire ~gifts~ being a very strong personality attribute carried over to the next life, he mentions Carlisle guessed he was “always aware of others’ thoughts” or whathaveyou. I believe in my heart of hearts Carlisle was softening the blow with that phrasing— he really thinks Edward was an exceptionally nosy lil bitch
catherine hardwicke being the only director who put leaves in victoria’s hair proves once again that she is the only one who understands what people want to see
Book Aesthetic: Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer
“You aren’t going through with this because a sword is hanging over your head. We will take care of the problems, and I will take care of you. When we’re through it, and there is nothing forcing your hand, then you can decide to join me, if you still want to. But not because you’re afraid. You won’t be forced into this.”
Look Rosalie Edward and Carlisle are just the perfect little angst circle to me. YES there should be emotional consequences to immortality. YES you should be bitter about it towards each other. YES you should resent each other for what each of you represent, for the life you lost and for the undeath that none of you asked for!
Sometimes I like to imagine that, as much as they don't get along, Rosalie and Edward are the closest of any of the "siblings". In that sibling kinda way. You hate each other, you grate on each other's nerves, but part of that resentment comes from the fact that you understand each other too well.
Even worse when one of you is a mind reader. Rosalie resents Edward for understanding exactly what she's going through, and for treading carefully where it actually matters, because that was meant to be private. Edward knows that resentment intimately, can't help but hear it like a constant hum in his mind, and resents her for it, even though she can't help her thoughts any more than he can help reading them.
But when it comes down to it, nobody else quite gets it. They have more fun when they're in someone else's company, they can forget their sorrows and self hatred for a bit, but when they just need to be quietly honest about their lives? That's when they need each other the most.
will you please take my whimsical ass seriously