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happy birthday renegotiation cullen

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okay but aging is literally a privilege. notice that

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catherine hardwicke made such a beautiful movie I can’t get over it no matter how much time passes. it still chills me everytime I watch it like she made this love letter to twilight as the franchise’s first movie. it’s greenish blue and all the furniture is old and protagonist is an awkward dyke like she gave us THE WORLD

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I’m actually spiraling trying to figure this out:

“Two years ago” would this be when Phil and Renee started dating?? Twilight wiki says they got married “the month Bella turned 17” so September 2004. This is happening in early 2005 so Alice would’ve bought the shirt in early 2003 (right????) Which would be ... a reasonable time to assume Renee and Phil started dating or got engaged or something RIGHT ??? Which would make sense since the only reason Bella eventually moved to Forks is so that Renee could enjoy her life with Phil and the only reason Edward needed the shirt was so that he could show off his stupid sparkly skin to her RIGHT !!!!!

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Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen in The Twilight Saga: New Moon (2009)

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You're impossibly fast. And strong. Your skin is… pale white, and ice cold. Your eyes change color… and sometimes you speak like - like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything; you don't go into the sunlight. How old are you? Seventeen. How long have you been seventeen? …a while. I know what you are. Say it… out loud. Say it. Vampire.

BELLA SWAN & EDWARD CULLEN TWILIGHT │ 2008

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All the vampires after gathering in Breaking Dawn:

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Which is sexier, a werewolf or a vampire?

Depends if you find it sexier to submit to the will of charismatic evil or to be overwhelmed by animalistic power. And that's not a decision I can make for you.

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Twilight was arguably as big as Harry Potter (though not as well liked) so my question is where is our theme park? Where can I ride the spider monkey ride through the pacific northwest wilderness? Where can I eat $17 mushroom ravioli with diet coke on the side? Where can I drive go karts that go 120 mph because they trust their riders’ quick reflexes? Who will paint my face to be sparkle like the skin of a killer now?We were robbed

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Edward's gaze fixated on the woman across the room.

Bella Swan was dead.

His eyes unmoving, unblinking, while his mind raced. Bella Swan was dead, and he had killed her.

It takes two... a voice inside him said, but he ignored it, shoved it back into the darkness. He already had too many voices intruding his mind. Instead, he stared at the woman and she stared back, eyes red.

He would never see Bella's beautiful brown eyes again; after a hundred years, eternity still felt incomprehensible, smoke scaping the grasp from his shadow. Her soft eyes, like calming pools, now stained red with blood, windows to her soullesness.

She smiled.

He mimicked her, for her sake.

Both Renesmee and Charlie had eyes like the ones Bella Swan used to have. But they were like hers, not hers. Edward was tired of things like her. They were mocking, taunting. An illusion, an allusion, nothing but a reminder to her likeness, not unlike a statue... it wasn't Bella. Not Bella Swan.

He blinked, not out of need but out of habit, and she was now in front of him. She was now faster than anything. She was now not one to trip nor fall. She was now graceful and flawless, perfection incarnate like the rest of them.

She was now a Cullen.

That's what was kissing him now. That's what he'll soon be making love to - because that's all they did now. Better than talking. Better than thinking. Better than confronting reality. Bella Swan was dead and Bella Cullen had stolen her face.

Cullen ripped their clothes, both more expensive than Bella's truck had been. She didn't hold back and neither did he. He could only mourn at the loss of her warmth, the loss of her taste, the loss of her soft skin, and mourn, most of all, the scent that drew him to her.

He was at peace, or a a cruel facsimile of the concept. A purgatory, for his thoughts and his thoughts alone. The other Cullens gave them space in times like this, so Edward was left to contemplate with no one worrying, no one watching.

Bella Swan now only existed in the memories of everyone that had known her. The times only Bella and he had shared, existed in him alone. To Cullen, her interactions were shaped by a hazy cloud, nothing had been real until she opened her eyes thirsty for blood. Her human life had been nothing but the time spent in a womb before she was born as a vampire.

He didn't know her, and yet she was one of them. For eternity, and after.

Perhaps, until death, had a been a warning. Because, beyond death, only a stranger awaits.

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Still thinking about the contrast between the names 'Renesmee' and 'EJ.'

Renesmee reads Tennyson, wears white ruffled dresses and has long bronze ringlets, tells Bella "Momma, you're special," and worries about whether their visiting friends will like her.

EJ wears a backwards baseball cap, plays video games with Uncle Emmett and hoverboards over to Bella to put his hand on her face to show her that he wants nachos, or maybe pizza rolls. The only human foods he likes.

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Bella and Edward + New Moon Book Quotes

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the convo between edward and jacob in eclipse is a great adaptational addition. i love how edward is like “tbh if the circumstances weren’t what they are, i might’ve actually liked you and wanted to be friends” and jacob is like “if the circumstances weren’t what they are id still think you’re a huge loser :/“

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see another thing about twilight being written by a woman who grew up in a culture that demonizes female sexuality is that edward being so chaste is the perfect catharsis. in a culture where women are expected to be the ones in charge of stopping sexual advances, she writes a story where the female lead is allowed to feel those feelings to their full intensity without fear of crossing a boundary, because it’s the man who prevents it from going further. bella can cuddle in bed with edward every night, have passionate make out sessions, even try to take her own clothes off and beg for sex. she can just be a horny teenager and rely on edward to, unfailingly, not give in.