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Click, Dude, and Frozen: kandrakelsierthe-formerone Follow lapushpaclk twilight but bella is accidentally super stoned every time edward does something weird and supernatural so she never actually notices or figures it out by herself, but she points it out every time and scares the hell out of him the cullens have had several code reds, all because edward's new lab partner keeps brushing up against him unintentionally and going "woan, dude. you re like, super cold" eventually, after months of them hanging out and her repeatedly missing key things he gradually makes more and more obvious he is literally sitting underneath the sun and sparkling, and she just squints at him, gives him a silly thumbs up, and then a high five shortly after he just gives up and tells her rosalielesbianhale edward being so fed up with keeping the secret from bella so they're lounging in the sun, with edward just waiting for it to click, for her to realise that he's not human bella spends so long looking at him with edward completely frozen in place waiting to see what her reaction will be. he's prepared for fear in her eyes, for her to scream, to distance herself from him or possibly run away. what he is not prepared for is her lazily trailing her finger down the length of his forearm and breathing out a single word. "pretty." she then falls back on the grass with her eyes closed enjoying the sun but edward is so outraged that he springs to his feet, not even bothering to move at a human pace and throws her words back in her face as if they were an affront. "pretty?? bella, this is the skin of a killer." bella just snorts, barely opening her eyes to look at him "okay, edgelord," there's a lazy smile on her face but she doesn't even bother to sit up before she continues, "edward, seriously, that's the skin of every teenage girl in the 90s and i admire your bravery in attempting to bring back body glitter but don't oversell it." hybridsins I stan stoner Bella morganfrederickrielly don't oversell it Stoner Bella
Click, Dude, and Frozen: kandrakelsierthe-formerone Follow
 lapushpaclk
 twilight but bella is accidentally super stoned every time edward does
 something weird and supernatural so she never actually notices or figures it out
 by herself, but she points it out every time and scares the hell out of him
 the cullens have had several code reds, all because edward's new lab partner
 keeps brushing up against him unintentionally and going "woan, dude. you re
 like, super cold"
 eventually, after months of them hanging out and her repeatedly missing key
 things he gradually makes more and more obvious
 he is literally sitting underneath the sun and sparkling, and she just squints at
 him, gives him a silly thumbs up, and then a high five shortly after
 he just gives up and tells her
 rosalielesbianhale
 edward being so fed up with keeping the secret from bella so they're lounging
 in the sun, with edward just waiting for it to click, for her to realise that he's not
 human
 bella spends so long looking at him with edward completely frozen in place
 waiting to see what her reaction will be. he's prepared for fear in her eyes, for
 her to scream, to distance herself from him or possibly run away. what he is not
 prepared for is her lazily trailing her finger down the length of his forearm and
 breathing out a single word. "pretty."
 she then falls back on the grass with her eyes closed enjoying the sun but
 edward is so outraged that he springs to his feet, not even bothering to move at
 a human pace and throws her words back in her face as if they were an
 affront. "pretty?? bella, this is the skin of a killer."
 bella just snorts, barely opening her eyes to look at him "okay, edgelord,"
 there's a lazy smile on her face but she doesn't even bother to sit up before she
 continues, "edward, seriously, that's the skin of every teenage girl in the 90s
 and i admire your bravery in attempting to bring back body glitter but don't
 oversell it."
 hybridsins
 I stan stoner Bella
 morganfrederickrielly
 don't oversell it
Stoner Bella

Stoner Bella

America, Apparently, and Beautiful: dank-space-memes: inkandcayenne: wilfulwayfarer: rasec-wizzlbang: dalaisa-katili: local-emo-mom: anarcho-individualist: explanatorypower: i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me This is the america they don’t want you to see i love america This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry *group of people having fun*this site: wtf this is so scary People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say. Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture:  Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered. Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced. The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.”  Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House” The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone) It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.” This was adorable lmao Waffle Houses are also kind of popular places to get shot at but other than that it’s pretty dank
America, Apparently, and Beautiful: dank-space-memes:
inkandcayenne:

wilfulwayfarer:

rasec-wizzlbang:

dalaisa-katili:

local-emo-mom:

anarcho-individualist:

explanatorypower:
i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me

This is the america they don’t want you to see

i love america

This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry

*group of people having fun*this site: wtf this is so scary


People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say.

Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture: 
Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.
Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.
The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.” 
Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”
The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)
It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.”


This was adorable lmao
Waffle Houses are also kind of popular places to get shot at but other than that it’s pretty dank

dank-space-memes: inkandcayenne: wilfulwayfarer: rasec-wizzlbang: dalaisa-katili: local-emo-mom: anarcho-individualist: explanatorypow...