𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬,

𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 [ . . . ] 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨.

[shearise]

♡  SHEARISE   is   an   independent  ,   private   ,   &   highly   selective   roleplay   blog   for   the   character   MAGGIE RHEE   from   the   tv  series   THE WALKING DEAD.      this   blog   is   medium   activity   &   portrayal   is   based   upon   canon   divergence   ,   as   well   as   headcanons.  personal   blogs   do   not   interact   ,   please   read   guidelines   before   following   and   /   or   interacting.   mun   :   my   name   is   rhen.   i   use   she   and   her   pronouns   ,   am   twenty   six,   and   live   on   the   west   coast   of   the   united   states.   i’m   a   mother   to   four   tiny   humans   ,   married   ,   &   studying   elementary   /   special   education.  

[shearise]

👀

[joekeerys]

You were in trouble. You were trapped. Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you. He put himself in danger for you. And that started it all. From Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to the prison, to here. To this moment now. Not as strangers, as family. Because Glenn chose to be there for you that day a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything. It started with both of you, and it just grew. To all of us. To sacrifice for each other. To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live. To fight for each other.

[shearise]

i just wanna throw out there i haven’t forgotten about maggie or have any plans of going quiet here , it’s just been an incredibly busy week and today is the first day i’ve actually had time to sit down and relax! we may have a busy weekend depending on when the people come to fix our bathroom floor, but hopefully things will be back to normal soon! 

[shearise]

**jumps in your dumpster with you** DUMPSTER PALS.

FOREVER AND ALWAYS, trash best friends will we be.

[shearise]

all i really have to offer the dash tonight is modern maggie in a sun dress. 

[fitzandmontgomery]

[shearise]

we went to the zoo today and also got a notice of a 48 hour inspection for our house ,, so i’ve been going non-stop all day am honestly just super exhausted?? i may try to write a little bit tonight, but zero promises because my brain is a lil frazzled. anyways, here’s a few pictures from today. 

[shearise]

miserybled​:

›    @shearise​    :     patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽  𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺  𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝚁,  face  hung  low  as  she  works  gently,  cleaning  the  wound  above  his  eyebrow.  it  wasn’t  too  bad,  really,  and  he  had  insisted  that  too.  it  was  just  a  scratch,  a  rouge  piece  of  rebar  had  jumped  out  to  scratch  him  while  he  was  defending  some  of  his  people  on  a  supply  run,  he  was  more  worried  about  them  surviving  than  himself.    ❝    ye  ain’t  got  to  do  this,  y’know?  jus’  a  little  scratch  is  all.    ❞    words  are  soft  but  accent  is  still  thick,  just  like  it  was  the  day  they’d  first  met  all  that  time  ago  on  the  farm.     ❝    i’ll  be  fine,  maggie— if  ya  wanna  help  go  check  on  iggy,  the  boy  was  pretty  shaken  up  by  that  thing.     ❞    finally  brown  eyes  look  up,  making  eye  contact  with  her.     ❝    please… just  go,  i’m  fine,  i  promise.   ❞

“  what  happened  ain't  your  fault.  ”    hands  press  firm  the  cloth  against  his  head,  waiting  for  bleeding  to  slow.  “  you  didn't  know  those  walkers  would  be  there.  you  did  what  you  could.  NEXT  TIME,  we'll  prepare  better.  ”  one  of  her  hands  lets  go  ,  placing  it's  self  upon  one  of  his,  holding  it  there  with  a  gentle  squeeze.  “  i  think  iggy,  would  do  better  hearin'  from  you.  he   looks  up  'ta  you.  ”    she's  seen  it,    the  way  the  teen  awaits  eagerly,  jumping   at  chance  to  help.  “  besides  ,  you're  not  gettin'  rid  of  me  ,  not  right  now.   ”   that  stubbornness,  a  gift  from  her  FATHER.    “  gonna  sting  a  lil’  bit,  but  it’s  the  best  we  got.   ”  hand  lifts,  retrieving  bottle  of  alcohol,  letting  it  trickle  down ,  being  careful  of  his  eye.    

“    i'll  go  with  you  next  time,  shawn  will  be  alright  here  with  Bea,    i  trust  her.  and  you  could  use  a  second  set  of  eyes  out  there.    ”      it  was  her  way  of  managing  the  FEARS   that  had  placed  themselves,  that  he  wouldn't  come  back  ,  and  this  had  been  close  enough  of  a  call.  “    i    used  'ta  do  a  lot  of  the  supply  runs,  after  the  farm.  i  know  what  i'm  doin',  and  we're  lookin'  low  on  things  around  here.    ”  it  wasn’t  a  question,  or  seeking  of  his  approval.  she  had  already  made  her  mind,  and  there  was  NO  changing   it.  

[shearise]

“ why don’t you stay? ”   /  @thunderbringer​​ 

she's  made  her  decision  ,  and  she  CAN NOT   change  it  ,  not  even  for  him.  it's  why  her  avoids  his  gaze.  the  second  she  would  turn  to  find  those  deep  ocean  blues,  she'd  throw  away  ALL  her  plans.  so  she  stays  focused,  throwing  everything  she  could  managed  into  the  worn  bags.  “  i  didn't  mean  for  that  to  happen  .  .  .  us,  the  other  night.  ”  but  it  did,  and  now  there  was  no  turning  back.  emotions  caught  her,  lost  in  the  moment  of  joy.  his  lips,  his  hands  on  her  skin?  it  was  EVERYTHING  she  had  been  longing  for  so  long.  she  had  broken  every  rule  she  had  placed  for  herself,  and  now  she  was  left  to  deal  with  the  after-math.  

“  i've  lost  EVERYONE.  my  father  ,  my  sister,  sasha  ---  glenn.  i  promised  myself,  after  all  of  that  .  .  .  it  was  just  goin'  'ta  be  shawn  and  me.  that  i'd  do  everythin'  i  could  to  keep  him  alive.  to  give  him  a  world  that's  better  than  all  of  this.  ”  her  words  tremble,  her  heart  BREAKS  as  she  speaks  their  names  aloud.  “  and  if  i  loved  you  .  .  .  and  then  i  lose  you?  i  can't  take  another  funeral.  i  can't  bury  another  body.  ”   she  finally  gives  truth,  frees  the  words  that  have  begged  to  free themselves,  since  the  night  he  was  left  at  hilltop,  broken  &  bleeding.   “  i  HAVE  to  go.  jesus  is  gonna  handle  things  ,  it’ll  be  good  that  he  has  you  here.  ”

[shearise]

like this for me to send you a meme or two ?? 

[thunderbringergone]

You know I’m 1500 years old. I’ve killed twice as many enemies as that. And every one of them would have rather killed me than not succeeded. I’m only alive because fate wants me alive. Thanos is just the latest of a long line of bastards, and he’ll be the latest to feel my vengeance. Fate wills it so.

independent thor odinson.  mcu compliant. endgame divergent.  many verses to choose from.  written by: monroe  est. may 2020  CARRD. 

[rcsitastark]

Maggie and Hershel in 10x17 “Home Sweet Home”

[shearise]

i’ll probably pick up activity on maggie monday. tomorrow is going to be a pretty busy day , and i don’t really know how much time i’ll have to actually sit down and devote to writing here?? most of my activity here will probably be a queue tbh. i’m splitting my time between rl things,  dnd sessions , other blogs & being part of a lively WoW guild so !! 

[miserybled-gone]

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙳 : an  independent  private  and  selective  shane  walsh  of  the  walking  dead.  heavily  canon  divergent,  comic  and  show  influenced,  headcanon  based.  mun  and  muse  22+.  𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙲  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂  𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃  𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆  𝙰𝚃  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙾𝚆𝙽  𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙺.   by  catie.

[thewalkingdeadgifs]

[musepirationsarchive]

“Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.”

— Peter S. Beagle  (via babydollxkitten)