𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.

i also have to finish revamping    ESME CULLEN    (    @inginues    )    and    TANYA DENALI    (    @alluere    )    from the twilight saga,    as well as moving my    AMANDA ROLLINS    from law and order  :  svu  to her new blog.

1) i’m a Weak Bitch with 0% self control and 

DROGON    &    ZALDRIZES        +        THE    HEAD    TILT  .

     ❛     IS  IT  NORMAL  TO  BE  THIS  EXCITED?    ❜         asks,  digits  busy  with  cutting  cookie  dough  into  shape  though  mind  floats  aimlessly  away.  a  smile  plays  on  rose  lips  and  teeth  sink  to  stop  it.  focus,  nellie.      ❛     i  mean,  i  hear  people  say  all  the  time  that  they  were  nervous  and  scared  or,  you  know,  whatever,  before  their  wedding.  don’t  get  me  wrong,  i  am  too,  sure.   but,  ugh,  i  just  can’t  wait  to  become  mrs.  vance.  and…  i  know  it  is  still  a  month  away,  but  i  really  wish  it  was  tomorrow  or…  next  week,  tops.  ———   is  that  how  you  felt  with  kevin  too,  or  am  i  being  weird?     ❜ 

as eyes fall upon youngest sister,      a flutter of laughter releases itself as she takes the newly cut cookie dough and places it on metal pan.    smile toys with her lips,    memories of the eager little girl wanting to feed her newfound kittens flooding her mind.    still,    she isn’t sure she’s ever seen nell this excited.    “    you’re not being weird,    soon  -  to  -  be  -  mrs.  vance.    ”    shirley bumps her shoulder teasingly into nell’s,    a soft grin of love forming on her own features.    “    i felt like there were a thousand butterflies flying around in my stomach every time i thought about it    ....    but the good kind.    ”    eyes a mirror of their mother’s lift to glance at nell,    a caring tilt of the head as she wipes flour from her sister’s rosed cheek.    “    you’re going to make a beautiful bride,    nellie.    ”

“    mommy?    ”      eleanor sets her half eaten piece of shrimp down on her plate before hopping down off the kitchen stool and wiping hands on previously dirtied jeans.    her father’s hat is still settled on head of disheveled russet strands after hours of scanning the print of her new book,    an encyclopedia of dinosaurs.    as she approaches her mother,    eleanor lifts a quizzical brow before making a feeble attempt to eye any other plans for the future jurassic world her mother could possibly be working on.    “    what do you think would happen if dinosaurs ruled the earth again?    you know    ...    like if an apatosaurus was just wandering around in the backyard?    ”

her sword has been traded for silver strands,    tanned fingers threading them together skillfully.    once small braid is complete,    rhaenys pins it to the back of her head,    securing it tightly in place in order to keep hair out of violet eyes.    rhaenys’ own amethyst ones find dany’s in the mirror across from them,    and pink lips pull upwards into a genuine smile.    “    you look beautiful,    erys.    ”    rhaenys beings lacing together new pieces to add to the already intricate puzzle of hair on the back of her aunt’s head.    “    you will wield a sword as well as the bravest knight you ever saw,    i’ll make sure of it.    ”    she chuckles softly,    her gaze lifting from new plait to daenerys’ eyes once again.    “    in my experience,    women are stronger than men   ....    and you are the strongest of them all.    ”