I'M SO PROUD OF YOU.

ind. grace hargreeves from the umbrella academy. narrated by czarina.

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and we’re back in business .

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so anyway . i think a come back is a-comin

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i know it’s been a year+ and idk how many of you are still here but hello i have risen again

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i miss grace but until i get enough muse for her again you can find me on mj, pearl, or alison !

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hi do urself a favour and go check this post to see grace being the cutest robo mom in the world

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@limitknown @fourthseal @violints @elritchs thank u grace loves her children

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Rest your head close to my heart Never to part, baby of mine

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i know i’ve been quiet here but what are the kids getting grace for mother’s day ://

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usually, there’s a small bed of flowers that grows around the foot of ben’s statue in the courtyard. they were wilted by the time of reginald’s death because she forgot about them when he messed with her programming, hence grace wasn’t able to tend to them the way she used to.

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MOM WE MISS YOU

:’( thanks baby

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❣️

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fourthmedium   /   klaus  hargreeves  ‌:

❛ interesting.  long.  sad. ❜ and that’s really all there was to it, and wasn’t that a tragedy? that his whole story with dave could be summed up into three words? it didn’t matter that it was lifetimes longer than that, that it had meant so much more, that klaus had left with a harsh withdrawal wrapped in a towel and come back with a hollowed out chest and a dead husband.  all that was left was three words and this.  ❛ you’d probably think i was crazy. ❜

        she  makes  a  humming  sound  that  sounds like  an  ‘ oh ? ’  as  the  last  plate  she  was  cleaning  was  finally  placed  on  the  rack.   grace  was  programmed  not  to  pry  too  much  into  the  hargreeves  children’s  worries  or  interests  ------  “ it  makes  you  closer  to  them  and  we  can’t  have  that, ”  as  reginald  once  told  her.   but  with  him  gone,  perhaps  that  rule  didn’t  apply  anymore.   ❛    those  are  the  best  kinds  of  stories,  you  know.   i  wouldn’t  mind  hearing  it.    ❜

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wrungsong‌   /   ben  hargreeves  :

       there was nowhere safe to cry in the hagreeves’ home.     their ROOMS were certainly the first place reginald would look if he heard the telltale signs of sniffling,      the weakness that warbled their little voices.    what kind of superhero cried ?   still,     ben was crumpled against the couch,    wound into a tight ball.     maybe,    if he focused for long enough,    he could make the entire world fade away.    there was a patch of drying blood on his forehead and he couldn’t tell if it was his or   -    there were footsteps in the hallway,    a door opening,    and ben curled further in on himself.

        a  quarter  past  ten,  on  the  dot !   she’d  dutifully  made  sure  to  see  that  the  children  were  all  in  bed  at  half  past  nine,  tucking  them  in  and  saying  good  night  before  going  back  to  reginald’s  office  to  see  if  he  needed  anything  from  her.   as  usual,  he’d  said  no;  nighttime  was  always  the  time  he  spent  writing  down  his  reports  and  observations  on  the  children  for  the  day   ------  and  so  nighttime  for  her  was,  basically,  free  time.   but  of  course,  it  wasn’t  always.   

her  auditory  circuits  perk  up  her  system  when  they  detect  sound  coming  from  the  living  area,  heels  clicking  softly  against  the  floor  as  she  made  her  way  towards  it.   grace  isn’t  too  surprised  to  see  ben  there;  it  wasn’t  rare  for  one  or  two  of  the  children  to  be  out  past  curfew,  though  it’s  his  crying  that  causes  her  to  hesitate  on  immediately  ushering  him  back  to  bed.   ❛    ben ?  darling  what’s  wrong ?    ❜

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             you    know    her,    you    love    her,    you    can’t    live    without    her …   ladies    and    gentlemen…   MISS  MARY  JANE  WATSON !

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so are people in this fandom behaving now