edwardsvirtue

[edwardsvirtue]

I literally can't stop saying <3 it's my favorite punctuation mark

[edwardsvirtue]

cottage

An excerpt from this chapter of 2003. The Cullens have just moved to Forks and Edward is exploring the woods behind the house.

I was surprised to find the remnants of an old trail not far from the river. It hadn't been used in a long time; for most of its length, the only sign was a winding track of evergreens that were significantly shorter than their neighbors. A rusted tin can was the only other evidence that a human had ever passed this way. Maybe this path led to an old deer stand or something like that.

I explored here and there, finally taking to the treetops so I could follow the "path" more easily. I was finally rewarded with the sight of a big rectangle so regular that it had to be manmade. It was partially obscured by the overgrowth and the rotted branches that had fallen on it in recent years, but it was definitely a building. I swung back down to the forest floor, surprised to see not a deer stand or a spartan hunting shack, but an adorable little stone cottage.

It was like stepping into a fairy tale. I had landed just far enough away to use the little path of flat stones that led the way home to the front door. The decaying, broken roof was an eyesore, but everything else was perfect... in a crumbling, half-reclaimed-by-nature sort of way. Wild, meandering honeysuckle had completely taken over one wall. Nearly every stone was outlined and softened with moss. The arched door wasn't in the best shape, but it was made of sturdy oak that had easily outlived the roof.

I walked a wide circle around the whole thing. A stone chimney crowned the southern corner, and there was a little door in the back that opened directly into what probably used to be a garden. Now, it was just a little outline of rotted miniature fencing, completely overrun by natural growth. Only a single climbing rose plant had survived to tell the story of the former inhabitants, clinging to the mossy stones as if to escape the encroaching wilderness.

I reached out and gently touched its petals. Stubborn rose, I thought with a smile. It was a good omen; Rosalie and Emmett were going to love it out here. It'd been a while since they'd really needed four walls of their own to knock down as they pleased, but it wasn't every day we found a house that came complete with a fairy tale cottage, either. I was almost jealous.

I carefully inspected the rest of the exterior before easing the door open. Esme would want to know every detail, though of course she would soon be out here to see it for herself. I stretched my gift back toward the main house to her mind abuzz with renovation plans. She might not be able to get to the cottage right away. I grimaced around the tiny living room. The beehive fireplace was in good enough condition, but the wallpaper was an affront to all that was good and holy. Hopefully the smell would get thrown out with it.

The kitchen was little more than a camper's stove and a sink, which was just as well. Two rickety chairs crowded up to a tiny breakfast table that had seen better days. I was far more interested in the old piano that took up the wall across from the fireplace. I didn't expect much, what with the exposure and the humidity it must have suffered over the years, but I still let out a disappointed sigh when the keys refused to be pushed, much less make any sound. I took a peek inside; the strings actually didn't look too bad. I already had the Steinway baby grand anyway, but it would be a shame to send it to a junkyard. Maybe I could find a local piano repair shop that enjoyed restoring hard luck cases.

Just like the main house, the cottage seemed bigger inside than out. I followed a little hallway—it was arched like the front door, as though I had wandered into a tiny castle—and found a generous bedroom matched against two smaller rooms. No signs of plumbing ever having been installed: that would give Esme a pleasant challenge.

The whole thing was perfect. Maybe if Rosalie and Emmett spent enough time out here, they would even agree to switch bedrooms with me. I didn't exactly need a full suite, but I wouldn't say no to my own shower and enough room for all my books to come out of their boxes. They were getting the better deal by far; this place was a jewel. And it felt right, somehow; it had been a shame to see the hunting cottage back at our old Hoquiam place fall into disrepair. Having this little find on our new property seemed to make up for it.

I headed back to the main house, wondering who had lived out at the cottage once upon a time, and why. I supposed it might be as old as the house, or even older; there could have been a whole line of occupants. The cottage had its own little story to tell. Perhaps it had been used as a mother-in-law unit once: a whimsical grandmother with plenty of cats and plenty of time to tend her roses. Then a little honeymoon retreat for a blushing couple who had set up house with a second-hand breakfast table, then a brooding pianist who needed solitude to work on his compositions.

And now it would house a pair of lovesick vampires who would hopefully leave it in one piece and pass it on to continue the story. The older we all got, the more distanced we felt from stories like these, no matter how picturesque the setting or how vivid an imprint our renovations left behind. But I supposed we were just stewards like the rest: here for a day, then nothing more than a fading memory.

#cuuute <3

[edwardsvirtue]

[edwardsvirtue]

no no no, it’s totally fine—will you excuse me for a moment? (steps outside to shriek and sob)

#I like to imagine the conversation that happened immediately after he left the room #emmett and rose can't stop laughing #jasper's a little disappointed he doesn't get to murder but at least he's entertained #esme and carlisle are pestering alice for details about their maybe new daughter #meanwhile edward is outside sobbing in the rain

[edwardsvirtue]

Mood

[edwardsvirtue]

Kseniia Miinalainen (@curly.perkele)

[edwardsvirtue]

[edwardsvirtue]

I think I was just born with something dark and ugly inside of me. Always waiting to be found out.

planetarium - adrienne rich/@twoheadedfawnn/ugly, bitter, and true - suzanne rivecca/a burning hill - mitski/a hora da estrela- clarice lispector/ @100493503004422/sharp objects - gillian flynn

[edwardsvirtue]

weird. in midnight sun, bella’s blood type changes to o positive

Am I alone in thinking the original reason Carlisle had a supply of blood in Breaking Dawn was in case Bella needed a transfusion? Bella and Renesmee do end up drinking it, but I don't think that was its original purpose.

The reason I think this is because Rosalie says specifically they have a bunch of "type O negative laid aside for Bella." Why would they need a specific type if it were for drinking? The only reason the type would matter is if it were intended for human Bella who might need it for medical reasons.

And later Seth comments that Carlisle's going to buy more blood because Bella's drinking all the O negative and Carlisle's worried about depleting the stockpile. Again, the specific type makes me think this is about a potential transfusion.

Also, in that weird "Blood Bank" deleted scene from Twilight, it's revealed Bella's blood type is O negative.

“Alice and I knocked over the hospital blood bank, ” he admitted, seeming embarrassed. “It was her fault-she refused to hunt coyotes or rattlesnakes.” I giggled, picturing her distaste. “I hoped you stayed away from the O-negative, ” I tried unsuccessfully to look severe. He glared, upset by my reference to those first anxious hours-of which I had no memory-when the hospital ran out of my blood type and had to have more rushed up by helicopter from Tucson. “We chose AB-positive, of course.” “Of course, ” I agreed. “Those lucky stiffs can use anybody’s blood.”

Blood transfusions were a big thing in Dracula so that could have been an interesting reference/throwback to granddaddy of vampire novels if SM were more vampire genre savvy.

#smeyer being inconsistent again what else is new

[edwardsvirtue]

© R.T. Wynne

[edwardsvirtue]

a guy can pass out at the mere thought of getting blood drawn but feel inexplicable fondness and lust towards vampires. It can happen

#that guy? bella swan

[edwardsvirtue]

Listening to the Midnight Sun audiobook (read by Jake Abel) and once again I love the meadow scene/day/night like I can't tell you. 🥺 Edward is just so attuned to how the whole universe is reshaping itself around Bella. How every new thought surprises him. How every word she speaks splashes color onto a sterile world. How this is making him mortal and he is savoring every second of it. If he had a heartbeat he would hear it stumbling, slowing down to match hers. He is just aching to let himself enjoy falling in love and for 24 hours he does, I—

#</3 pls I’m so emo about this

[edwardsvirtue]

📁 bellaposting

   ↳ breaking dawn: part one

[edwardsvirtue]

would have loved to see the absolute mental unraveling of Edward Cullen during his honeymoon. in just a few short days the man goes from "oh no, i'm going to have to be physically intimate with my new extremely breakable wife," to "Oh No, that was the hottest night of my existence & i almost broke my new extremely breakable wife so now i definitely can't do this again even if it's hottest thing i'll ever do," to "oh nO, my new extremely breakable wife is wearing vIRTUALLY NOTHING on this hot tropical island & she's finally got the confidence to try & seduce me & i have to reject her despite kNOWING HOW GREAT IT IS TO HAVE SEX WITH HER" to "OH NO MY WIFE IS WEARING THE WORLD'S SCRAPPIEST BLACK LACE NIGHTGOWN & IS BEGGING ME TO HAVE SEX WITH HER BUT I CAN'T BUT I WANT TO BUT I'LL KILL HER BUT-

#I think I'll have to write at least this much of bd in epov one day #it's too funny to pass up #that dumbass finds a way to suffer through all the best moments of his life

[edwardsvirtue]

Olympic National Park, WA (Aug 2023)

First Beach, on the Quileute Reservation

#mentally I’m here

[edwardsvirtue]

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

[edwardsvirtue]

I wonder if veggie vampires can feel the change in their eyes when they have an accident?

I think they can definitely *see* better right away: perfect vision at a farther distance, the world suddenly has more vibrant colors, etc. All their senses are sharpened like that immediately. They feel a rush of power and well-being in their bodies in general.

But I also love the idea that they can feel their eyes burning, sort of sizzling as the blood-red color bleeds over their golden irises like corroding acid. Or maybe it's a good feeling, like their eyes are being washed clean.

#oh I love this