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  And yet again here I am !!!   [ Yes, spoilers again... ]

Same as the previous post. I wanted to come here to just babble about how great of an episode we had this week. (Yes, I like talking to myself.) *whispers*RICHONNNEEEEE*whispers*. Which brings me to the question, when returning to this community should I sincerely bring Glenn back (on terms of Private & Semi-Exclusive/Open for Single Shipping) or make a Jesus ‘Paul Monroe’ (on terms of Open & Semi-Selective/Mutual). If not one, I’m down for both but at a time. Multitasking is not my forte, but for character’s I’m passionate about, I can make do. I need to stop talking to myself. There are few out there liking my posts though, all the love to you guys for that! and if anyone happens to be reading this now, may your week be filled with greatness. If no one is, then we can all confirm I’m 1000% loner material. Hey, hey, hey.

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   An apparition has invaded this blog !!!     [ Kidding, spoilers under the cut though ]

I’m talking to myself here because why not! I have been so pumped about spoilers, that I could not think of a better place to let it out. There is a romance brewing, a romance is breewwiinngg. I’m not going into details but I SAW IT FROM A MILE AWAY. I SAW IT COMING. I actually am going to support this romance, if it’s healthy and in good terms. So right on! Ok, second spoiler, MY OTHER FAVORITE CHARACTER IS MAKING AN APPEARANCE. Praise the heavens above, Jesus kick me into a lake, please. There is more to it, hilarious to read but am sure kick ass on screen. Now that I have spazzed, it is time for me to leave. Though, to and if anyone is reading this, I’m considering returning in the ‘private, semi-exclusive’ circumstances but unsure if to do so as Glenn or switch it up into Jesus. I would have included Dwight in here, but don’t think I have the chops for it. So yes. THANKS FOR READING THIS or thanks for not reading it, because I honestly don’t think anyone active is reading this but love you all anyways. See you sometime soon, maybe, possibly, let’s hope for the best! P.S. I love talking to myself, or apparently talking to myself, much fun!

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INDEFINITE HIATUS !!!

Honestly, I had a seven paragraphed explanation of my 'indefinite hiatus'. I read over it and to me, it came off as mindless babbling with a slim chance of coming off as offensive or 'vague blogging' to some. So I scrapped it. We all know 'indefinite hiatus' is like a break-up without the pain of goodbyes. Very true. I'm not returning to this account. If I return as Glenn in any form, it will be private with those who established relationships with him. I would only return for their sake, for our standing character development. I'm sorry to let you all down. I have no place in this community. I'm no longer to anyone's standards in this community, specifically as Glenn and all the hate I have received, both anonymously and off it has been draining me. I love this muse. I love this fandom. I love this community. I do, but I can not continue like this any longer. Forgive me.

With that being said, Glenn is no longer a primary. At some point, this blog and the archived one will be deactivated. So feel free to unfollow both of them. If you are interested in writing with me on my new muse, and now primary, reach me via inbox and I will share my URL with you. Otherwise, if you want to keep contact with me, to talk mun on mun then you can send me your Skype username via inbox and I will shoot you a message!!

No. Please do not feel sorry for me. The fall of this account, is devastating. Glenn has been everything to me for just about three years. Although, you can all breathe in peace, knowing that even though I lost my place here. I have gained a new passion, and hope for a different muse. A muse I'm sure will continue for a long while, and that honestly makes me absolutely happy. That being said, thank you all for giving me some kind of chance. Thank you for being wonderful writers, superb muses and just a joy to have spoken to once or simply have seen on my dashboard here on Glenn!! You guys keep it up, stay true to yourselves and will always send you all the best of vibes, warmest of hugs too!! MAY EVERYONE HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF THE HOLIDAYS!!! I love you all to bits and pieces, and please take care of yourselves. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. Also, KEEP OFF THE DAMN HOVER-BOARDS, I keep hearing those things are catching fire!! JEEZ. ANYHOW, for old times sake (  please click !! / autoplay ahead ). NEW YEAR, NEW BEGINNING !!!

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                HAPPY 32ND BIRTHDAY STEVEN YEUN !!!

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                             ◤  And I will [ P R O T E C T ] you

                                           until my  h e a r t stops beating. ◢

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In Dreams // Ben Howard

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                                                           BRING HIM UP. Heels dragged through dirt and mud. Pulling his weight downward while strong hands grabbed at both his arms, their fingers digging into his skin that now formed bruises of a deep purple shade. Kicking. Shouting out at the top of his lungs, voice horse and shaken from the state of panic he was in. It couldn’t end this way. His life was getting started. He had a future to look forward to alongside Maggie. “ Maggie!! “ A sickening sensation built at the pit of his stomach, lips quivering as he was shoved down onto his knees before the ominous figure wielding a barbed wired bat. His chin rose to stare up at the man-- eyes widened, pleading and full of fear. Outreaching a hand before him as tears streamed down his cheeks. “ Please. Please don’t-- “ Negan lifted Lucille, his barbed wired bat, over his head-- a stern expression, one without mercy or pity for the young man kneeling before him. This had to be it. This is the end. It was over. His mind raced, the life he lived among companions against all odds-- loving, protecting, surviving. All these moments seemed to have flashed before his eyes. Preparing himself for the first blow of several more to come until-- Glenn was shoved aside in a split second-- barbed wires dug into the flesh of his right shoulder, tearing it open in several areas and inducing a deep wound as warm, blood rushed down his right arm. Left in a daze, unable to process the pain or gravity of the situation due to the heightened state he was in. Glenn felt the ground beneath him shaking as he struggles to stand firm, looking about as the scene before him had unfolded in slow motion. The man appeared to be fuming and everyone had scattered from their positions as shots rang out. Looking to his side, there she was as on instinct he took her hand with his left; the pair fled from the scene and into the thicket in pitch darkness. Running in long strides through the brushes, skin scrapping against the bark of trees they weaved past and no longer than several minutes later his foot had caught into the root of a tree-- falling face down onto the dirt ground. Every inch of himself ached. The excruciating pain had finally caught up to him. He could barely move his right arm-- it throbbed and swelled; the pints of blood lost had soaked into his grey t-shirt, tainting crimson down to the fingertips. His torso curved as he turned to rest on the left side, blurred vision vaguely making out her figure in the shadows. There was a faint smile among his raw, blue lips, “ --you’re okay... ” , he mumbled under his breath, before it faded again. “ I can’t-- my arm. I can’t move it. I don’t feel-- don’t feel good. “ Glenn hissed through his teeth, jaw locked as the pain amounted more so than moments before. Looking up at her momentarily, there was sorrow in his eyes and a sense of urgency as he spoke in a hushed tone,                                         “     You have to-- to keep moving...                                                   You n-need to keep going,                                               Please-- leave me here and run.     “

Eeny,meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe.  

They were outnumbered. Outgunned. Maggie’s fingers dug in the dirt she was forced to kneel on. It got under her nails turning them brown. Tears streamed down her dirt smudged face. Damn it. She did her best to harden her features. Maggie didn’t want to give Negan that satisfaction. The group had been through so much together. She was damned if she’d show an ounce of weakness now. Green eyes peeked over at Glenn. Her heart was beating fast and slow at the same time. A feeling of dread washed over her. It couldn’t end this way. 

If he hollers let him go.

Negan wasn’t anything special. He was just Human. Like the rest of ‘em. The bastard just had authority and man power. He could be taken down like any other. He just had the upper hand right now. This guy was obvious off his rocker. This world did this to people, but what he was doing? There was no excuse for it. He killed to keep order. Shock value. So his men would see that he wasn’t a push over. He had something to prove and he was going to do it to one of them. A guy like him? He needed to put the fear of God in people. 

My mother told me to pick the very best one…and you are it.

As Lucille came swinging down aimed at Glenn’s face, Maggie got to her feet, not caring about the consequences, and shoved Glenn aside. The barbed wire bat missed his skull and instead sunk into the flesh of his shoulder. Maggie cried out his name and tears burned her eyes. She would have wiped them away, but there was no time for that now. They had to get out of there.

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      [ :  There was a power outage in my neighborhood all day and I had not been able to log             in to do writing before then. Forgive me if memes and starters are on the slow side !!!  ]

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         I’m not the  hero ,           but that doesn’t mean           that I wasn’t  brave .

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’ I just wanted to spend a little time with you before you left. ’ ( love me )

     Spend a little time with you. A slight curve pulled at the corners of     his lips at her words. Words that stuck and left him feeling on an a-     bsolute high. A rare moment, as she would usually roll eyes or gla-     re daggers at him– basically, beating around the bush– or so he’d     like to think. His hand outreached to take her right, thumb tracing a-     long veins of the back of her hand.                                    ”   I’ll stick a little longer if—                                    you give me a kiss on the cheek.                                           then it’s a done deal.   “       A part of him was only kidding. Although mostly— he wished it so.

                                                                                  (  @scarysunako​ | sentence starter  )

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Secret Santa here! To start off the next couple weeks of the holiday season, I'd like to share with you a bit of humor in the form of a joke! When do zombies go to sleep? When they are DEAD tired!

     #   HELLO THERE, LOVELY!!! excited to welcoming you into this           ask box of mine!! *pulls out a drum-set, waits for the hook then           hits the cymbals* DEAD TIRED. I like that one! I’m feeling very           much like a zombie myself, need more caffeine, don’t you think           so? Hope all is going well for you this weekday and if you have          finals or work, please take it easy on yourself. Okey dokey??

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' Quiet! You don’t want to scare our dinner away. ’

     The autumn leaves crunch beneath his knees and the palms of his     hands as he had taken the fall. Hair strands falling over embarass-     ed features as he quickly stood up off the ground then dusted him-     self off. “ There was–  “ , he started, thinking up an excuse to what     just happened but sighed in defeat. “ I tripped. I’m trying to keep it     down here! “ Following his rasp whispers came the crack of a twig     under the sole of his boots. Glenn came to a standstill when the s-     ounds of fumbling in the bushes came about and then suddenly––     out darted a squirrel across them and up the tree.                                                            ”  Shit.  “

                                                                                  (  @exfirefly​ | sentence starter  )

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The Walking Dead Comics ; Sentence Starters. | Part 2.

' I'm not here to hurt or rob you...I just need some gasoline... ' ' ...Thinking about the good times makes all this seem so much worse. ' ' I was chopping firewood when I heard screams and I-- ' ' These pitiful fucks wont know what hit 'em. ' ' You can keep me company while I finish my rounds. ' ' Don't linger too long...you and I are going hunting today. ' ' It's about being realistic and doing what needs to be done. ' ' It's nothing like that...we were friends. ' ' I can't live like this! I thought I could but I can't! ' ' You're going to so regret crossing me in a few minutes. ' ' Can you keep it down up there?! Some of us are trying to sleep. ' ' The city is that way. Where are we going? ' ' Those people are out there. I'm not going anywhere. ' ' I love you and wherever you go, I'll follow. ' ' I thought he really loved me... ' ' Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. ' ' I don't think I'll be rubbing this shit on my face anytime soon. ' ' Shit! We're never going to make it! ' ' Oh, thank god!! Oh, man! I thought I had been bitten! ' ' ...It's just pointing and shooting, it's not brain surgery. ' ' She didn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this. ' ' Quiet! You don't want to scare our dinner away. ' ' It wasn't my mother fucking fault!! You son of a bitch! ' ' What the fuck is wrong with you?! ' ' We'll be long gone before they get down here. ' ' I guess I owe you more than I'll ever be able to repay. ' ' ...Can I sleep here tonight? ' ' I just wanted to spend a little time with you before you left. ' ' Give me your shit or I will kill you. ' ' I ain't going back! I'll die first! ' ' I appreciate that. You know...I don't think I got your name. ' ' No Dammit. Don't touch anything! ' ' Seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit. '

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best of the walking dead

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                                       ASK.       DOSSIER.     VERSES.     GUIDELINES.                                                 (    Glenn Rhee : The Walking Dead    )

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    [ :     I reread the guidelines ( most abouts ) of those of you who followed me here!!             There is currently a handful that I’m still plotting or finished plotting with; if you             would like to plot too, please reach me via inbox or messenger!! I will put up a             ‘tracker’ page soon, that way I will be better able to list and make note of those             starters or threads pending, active or dropped ( since just drafting them is NOT             helping me in the long run ).    ]