Nov 30, 2016
mcggiee replied to your post: ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜
OMFG THANKS! :( now I’m crying ..
me too, my friend.
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mcggiee replied to your post: ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜
OMFG THANKS! :( now I’m crying ..
me too, my friend.
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QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN // accepting !!—- ☁ what’s an fc that you refuse to play with? why?
there aren’t really ?? any fcs that i wouldn’t play with. idk i don’t really think about that all that much. i guess if i really dislike the actor/person then it might impact but like that’s very rare in itself.
'I want the K'
send me “I want the k” and I’ll generate a number. (x) -- accepting
(1): a hot, steamy kiss
He wasn’t sure that he would ever see her again. He liked to tell himself that he would, and telling other people that he wasn’t giving up on finding her was easy, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he was never one hundred percent positive.
Now that they’re alone, it’s easy to pull her close, rest his hands on her hips, brushing his thumbs against her skin, letting his lips ghost over her neck before pulling her flush against him.
His lips finds hers, passionate and desperate. It’s been so long since he’s kissed her. It feels like he’s been in withdrawal, and he can’t get enough of the softness of her lips, of her body pressed against his. He never wants to break away from her.
A hand tangles in her hair, his other snaking to the small of her back, pulling her body as close to his as possible. He doesn’t want any space between them, he doesn’t want to let her go any time soon. He wants to live in this moment for as long as possible.
❛ i’m going with you, you can’t do this on your own. ❜
glenn rhee sentence starters (x) --- accepting
“Yes I can.”
This run could be dangerous and the last thing he wants is for Maggie to get hurt. He knows that he shouldn’t be so protective but with the baby on the way, he can’t risk either of them getting hurt.
“Please. Just this once. Let me do this on my own,” he says, reaching out to take her hand in his own. “I can do this. Believe that.”
He knows that his words won’t be much comfort, but he has to try. He has to at least attempt to get her to stay behind. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t and she was injured.
❛ nice moves there, clint eastwood. ❜
glenn rhee sentence starters (x) -- accepting
Glenn jumps a little as he hears Maggie’s voice from behind him, turning around to face her with a sheepish smile. No one else was supposed to be up, and twirling the guns on his fingers was just something to try and pass the time.
“That’s a comparison I haven’t heard before,” he says with a laugh, shoving the guns back into their proper places, knowing that there’s a blush creeping it’s way across his cheeks. How does he keep managing to embarrass himself in front of her?
“Uh, please don’t tell anyone,” he says, his voice almost pleading. No one else needs to know what a nerd he really is. They’d never let him do anything on his own again.
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@mcggiee. I'm so sorry. I'm the worst kind of person.
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
prince of egypt sentence starters (x) --- accepting
There’s traces of him. In the scent of his clothes left behind, the messed up bed back at Alexandria, his towel hanging from the rack of their shower. But it’s only that. Traces. Tangible objects, but nothing that she can really hold onto.
There’s pieces of him. Buried in the Earth, bloody and beaten, barely recognizable, set in stone in her memories, the warmth of his smile, the musical sound of his laughter, nothing solid. Nothing that she can grasp, nothing to keep her grounded in times of misery and sorrow.
He’s the tickle of the breeze, the sparkle on the water, the good times when she thinks that there isn’t any, but never again will he walk beside of her, hold her hand, press his lips to her own. It’s all gone. In the blink of an eye, he was whisked way to be nothing but a handful of memories.
He may not be there physically, but there is nowhere that she will go that he won’t be with her.
( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.
send rick a text | accepting .
( ✉ → sms ) maggie , don’t do this .( ✉ → sms ) i made a mistake , i know that .( ✉ → sms ) just let me talk to you .