#c:rachel

[milcsmanheim]

I still can't get over the fact of how good you were at the Tony Awards. Thank you for letting me be your plus one. You looked gorgeous that evening. You always look beautiful but you know what I mean. It was so worth getting on that plane and travel for all those hours. And that performance of 'What I Did For Love' was out of this world. I'm the luckiest guy alive. Sorry that I couldn't stay and had to fly right back the next day. Disney can be pretty strict. But I can't wait for you to come join me in Spain for a little bit. @rzeglerfms

[mistressxfmagnetism]

@phoenixtouched​ said:  ( 🙈 ) a text meant for someone else

[ ✉️ --> Jean Rachel ]: i think i figured out when she got in my head [ ✉️ --> Jean Rachel ]: i can’t control the new mutation again. it must’ve been her [...] [ ✉️ --> Rachel ]: shit. that was meant to be sent to jean. sorry

[andreahuts]

txxt ;; rachel

ANDREA: Baby are you feeling okay today? :)))))

[catferro]

TWO BERRIES SITTING ON A TREE

HARVEY: Hello Rachel, I hope you are doing well. Or as well as you can at this current moment. I was wondering if you are amenable to allow me to visit you.

HARVEY: I have missed you and I would like to see you.

[singerannieb]

continuation from here 

I can’t wait to hear it! Happy New Year, Annie.

Thank you so much Rachel! I hope you like it. 

@broadwayberryforever​

[khummels-blog]

TEXT | HUMMELBERRY

Kurt: So I think Sebastian and I reached a common ground the other night.

Kurt: I found out that his mom is dead too and now I feel like I can't be mean to him.

[reyhartt-blog]

@fallenstar-let replied to your post “So apparently for one of my photography classes, I need a model, which...”

I am quite the natural in front of a camera !

Not meaning to be rude, but who are you?

[fatedsecondary]

The reassignment was just about the most annoying fucking thing the department could have done to her. She figured she’d pissed someone off further up the ladder, so they’d sent her out of homicide central to a fucking vacation town. Rachel could already feel the boredom itching under her skin. Still though, she’d give it a shot, and worst come to worst, she’d put in for a transfer to Chicago, or Baltimore, or somewhere where more people fucking died and kept her in work. Sighing, she paid the cab, beginning to unload all her stuff from the back seat and trunk of the vehicle. She didn’t even know how she was going to lug all that shit up to the loft apartment she’ purchased. Whatever. She was Rachel fucking Pelletier, she didn’t need fuck all in terms of help if she didn’t want it. Catching the eye of someone passing by, she fixed a genial smile upon her face, nodding in their direction. “Ah, Merry Christmas,” she said as a way of greeting. There was no reason she couldn’t be polite.