#bearwrestled

“ ———— if you’re looking for stefan, he won’t return anytime soon. something about saving a pathetic doppelganger. “      her dislike for any of the doppelgangers was no secret but her jealousy tended to heighten her hostility.    “ he does have a talent with words, though. feel free to grab one, there are plenty of journals to entertain us while we wait. “

[ sms: emmett ] jesus dude

[ sms: emmett ] i didn’t realize vampires could get white girl wasted

[ sms: emmett ] i’m on my way.

she looks over herself in the mirror, a soft smile on her face as she takes in the details of the dress she’s wearing. she hopes that emmett will like it. how had she gotten so lucky as to find someone who truly, truly loved her? not for the status a marriage to her might bring him, but just for her. she couldn’t remember the last time someone didn’t want to be around her just because of something she could do for them. 

today, she gets to marry for love. she turns to esme with a smile on her face. ❝ he hasn’t changed his mind and turned to run, has he? ❞ she asks, turning to face the door that will open into the small church. esme laughs but assures her that he’s still in there, calming some of the girl’s fears.

she gives esme a nod and holds her arm out to carlisle. esme goes first, acting as matron of honor and flower  girl all at the same time. and then, the wedding march begins. she takes a deep breath and readies herself, taking those few steps to stand in front of the door that esme had just walked out of. in just ten second, the doors would open, and she would be mrs. mccarty. // @bearwrestled

                   ❛ of course. ❜ surprisingly easily agreed upon, for people who have, before, spent great lengths of time debating the value of ventriloquism. all ( most ) in good fun, in their defense. she’s always been happiest with someone to talk to, so it’s lucky there’s been little lack of it in years, even if sometimes it means someone dares to suggest she may be wrong. ❛ not the little… ❜ hand rises to the back of her hair where she wiggles fingers upward, in case her prime description doesn’t get her concept across, ❛ …snail-eyed green ones. ❜ although, all things considered, they wouldn’t really be in any position to judge if something like that did show up. makeshift alien eyes fall back to her lap, ❛ but a you with twelve eyes sort of thing, definitely. ❜ 

     𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊  𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇,  sigh  breaking  the  silence  as  it  escapes  her  glossy  lips.  no  one  ever  asked  her  if  this  was  what  she  wanted  /  the  miraculous  child  who  grows  up  too  fast  and  cannot  ever  attend  school.  all  renesmee  wants  is  to  meet  new  people,  make  friends  /  have  a  stupid  locker  she  can  lean  against,  go  to  prom  and  try  to  be  a  cheerleader.  except  she  cannot.  she  grows  up  too  fast,  only  seven  though  she  looks  much  older.  the  child  of  a  girl  who  has  stopped  aging  herself  and  only  just  graduated.  it  is  why  she  is  schooled  by  her  family,  though  it  can  get  frustrating  at  times.  after  all,  no  one  ever  said  she  would  not  inherit  some  of  her  family’s  short  temper  /  his  occasional  short  temper.  "𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲  𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭."  voice  is  weak  as  gaze  flickers  towards  her  hands.  "𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐰𝐞  𝐝𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰,  𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞  𝐞𝐦?  𝐢  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐢  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐚  𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞."  /  @bearwrestled

injury sentence starters – accepting

     ‘ well it doesn’t smell like YOURS, so what kind of trouble did you get yourself into? ‘ rowen’s main concern was that trouble finding it’s way BACK to them. it was the last thing she wanted to deal with tonight.

𝐋𝐈𝐕 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅, shrugging her shoulders casually as she flipped through her grimoire, “just do your best to stay right where you are then.” she told him, “you haven’t pissed me off yet, which is a pretty big deal considering i’ve never been too fond of any of the vampires in this god forsaken town.”