#mirrorversemckirk

[richgrayson]

mirror!verse McKirk

a cruel passion in his eyes by francisabernathyy

[bonedeathbeth]

mirrorversemckirk replied to your post: apparently my followers dont like that...

i love that. like people don’t think you should be posting about our actual lives? jeez. or our lives just aren’t exciting enough for them. i’ve been posting about my nieces and grandmother for a few days and i’ve lost quite a few.

its funny, like what , why should i not post about personal stuff on my blog ????? do they think that we are robots????? interesting 

[sconesmccoy]

hey guys its mary i'm moving my writing and stuff to this blog so

yeah

uwu

[courfreyacc]

i am a masochist and always saw your sad things being reblogged and i was like "this person is terrible. i must find them and befriend them."

that's how i feel about u

our love is strong and horrible

xxxxxxxxxxx

How did you find my blog?

[cephalopodvictorious]

mirrorversemckirk replied to your post:[MORE] Felt shitty, unmotivated, had a...

when i have a choice between doing anything or ordering chinese food, i always go with chinese food.

I try to hard to be healthy and cook all my own meals and not order out all the time! But! I'm just so not digging anything but a good, long couch nap with the dogs and apparently finishing the citations on my paper (even though I still have 4 days to do it)

Also I'm super blessed to live in Brooklyn, and I'm RIGHT near Brooklyn Chinatown, so I may as well abuse the shit out of that

[captainkirkmccoy]

"My grandfather, Tiberius, said once that people are really only loaned to us." Jim said, his voice still scratchy after waking up four hours ago from a two week coma and death, places that Bones couldn't follow. 

They lie together on Jim's one-person biobed, as tangled together as they used to be back when they slept on similar beds in the academy.

 Bones eyes are half-lidded, his body finally giving in to sleep after days of simulation shots and whatever caffeine he could find. Jim's head is on his chest, his arm pushed up against Bones' own arm; he is a warm presence that lulls him to sleep. Safe, alive, here. 

But the words make him jolt awake, like waking up from a dream (the one he's had to often) of falling. 

He's about to say something when Jim clears his throat, as softly as one can manage it and takes Bones' hand. It's clammy. Jim tightens his grip. 

"We may be on loan to each other but I don't want live like it." He turns just a few inches so that his mouth is inches from Bones', his blue eyes lining up to meet hazel ones. 

"Will you marry me?"