emotional hurricane,

addie grey. 26. secret princess. owner of and designer at ever after.

[grxyareax]

sentence starter,

“I can’t be held responsible,” Addie muttered into the phone, “I wasn’t even there.” She could almost see her brother rolling his eyes, even across the Atlantic Ocean. The two of them were scary alike sometimes, she would have to admit, though he’d never admit to it himself. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Her Majesty was bloody angry,” came the calm voice of the older male. His British accent was thick, which was different than her own, since she’d been in the states for 8 years now. She’d lost a lot of it, which was unfortunate since most people found it kind of hot. “I’m sure she was,” she managed, after a moment. “It isn’t everyday that her grandson and his friends streak naked through the palace, after all, Charlie.”

Her older brother laughed, and she simply snorted. The very idea of him and his buddies streaking through the huge building at almost 30 was ridiculous. What was even more ridiculous was that they had somehow managed to run across the Queen in their antics. She shook her head, sighing. “I wish I could’ve been there to see it,” she told him. He sighed, as well, and she knew immediately what he would say. “We all wish you were here, Ade.” She bit down on her bottom lip, before sighing. “I guess that’s my cue to get off the phone, right?” she responded. Her brother sighed again, before speaking. “I guess it is. I am sorry.” She could hear the end of his statement in her head: I’m sorry for being broken, for being schizophrenic, and for forcing us into this situation. She’d heard it all before, and truthfully, she hated when he did so. He wasn’t broken, something she had vehemently insisted on more than one occasion.

“Prince Charles, you do not apologize to me,” she said into the receiver. “I love you, big brother. Maybe I can sneak you to the States in a few weeks and meet you in New York.” He paused here, and all she heard for a beat was breathing. “Yeah, I would really like that, Ade,” he said in reply, and a small smile slipped over her lips. “Good.” “I love you, too, little sister. I’ll talk to you again soon?” She hummed, before nodding her head. Realizing that he couldn’t see her, she laughed. “Yeah, we’ll talk again soon, Charlie. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and laid it against her chest for a moment. She did not, under any circumstance, ever want to rule a country, but sometimes missing her family was like a physical ache — especially when it came to her brother, the only person she trusted more than herself, and sometimes, she almost wanted to go home, consequences be damned. But, she was smarter than that, so she placed the burner phone back into the drawer of her night stand and stood, heading for the kitchen.

[iknewitiknewyou]

(insp)

[mbenoist]

Every single Karamel kiss (on the lips) of season 2

[thatmansplayinggalaga]

[karadavers]

I’m just happy. Like that dopey grin, butterflies in my stomach happy.

[supersmoaked]

karamel + the thing 

2.14   |   2.16

[kim-jisoo]

I’m just happy.

[karadavers]

(requested by anonymous)

[karadavers]

(requested by anonymous)

[grxyareax]

W o r s t date,

The absolute worst thing about a date was the waiting. Sophia had met this guy through a friend a few months back, and the two of them had yet to meet in person since then. So, today would be a little bit of a mystery, but that was okay, too. As soon as she heard him pull up, she headed outside, making sure to lock her place on the way out. Walking down to the car, she slid into the passenger side easily enough and gave the male in question a smile. “Derek, hey,” she said, and he merely nodded her way. “Sorry if I was a little late, I got uh… caught up,” he said in reply, making her eyebrows raise. “You’re fine,” she returned easily.

Twenty minutes later, following one of the most awkward silences she’d ever experienced, they pulled up outside of a club in downtown Charlotte. She immediately snorted. “This? This is where we’re doing on a date?” she asked, and he simply shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, why?” She had to withhold a snort, before shaking her head. “No reason, Der,” she responded. He parked the car, and she opened her door and got out, trying to keep from frowning as she studied the building in front of them. He came around the car and took her hand, leading her to the front door. The bouncer let him right in, even despite the line, and she had to admit that that was a little impressive, but not quite enough to get her to think this was a good idea.

As they walked through the crowded club, she clung to his hand simply so she wouldn’t lose him in the throng of people. He greeted the bartender, who simply looked at her in the way one would say “what the fuck are you doing here with him?” She simply shrugged, and eventually, as they neared a table at the back of the club, she heard someone whisper close by. “Isn’t that the third girl he’s had tonight?” the girl asked her friend, and immediately, Sophia dropped the hand that she held and turned on her heels. She stomped all the way out of the club, ready to hail a cab.

Derek came back out after her, a frown on his pretty face. “What the hell?” he asked. “Where are you doing?” Sophia came to an abrupt stop and spun on her heels, staring him down. “Just as a tip, when you decide to date three girls in one night, don’t bring them all to the same place,” she instructed, and his face immediately turned to one of shock. “I can explain,” he responded, and she simply held up a hand. “Don’t worry about it, asshole, because I’m just really not interested. Like, in the slightest.” As a cab pulled up beside of her, she immediately slipped inside and instructed the driver to take her home. She didn’t even look back.

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Lily Collins crackships gif hunt

Here you’ll find the most popular crackships in my blog with Lily Collins.

This gif hunt includes 14 crackships (50 gifs) of Lily Collins with:

• Chris Wood

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• Dominic Sherwood and Matthew Daddario

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• Xavier Samuel

• Herman Tommeraas

• Drew Roy

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• Andrew Garfield

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[chelsearph]

4 Crackship Gifs of Chris Wood and Lily Collins

Requested by: anonymous

[grxyareax]

D r e a m journal,

Jesus Christ, she thought, what the hell was that? Truthfully, Emilee — no, Sophia Tate had been suffering from nightmares for several years, ever since her sister’s death, but sometimes, they were worse than others. She released a long sigh, rubbing her face with both hands before she pushed herself from the bed. No matter how insane the dream had been, she had a work day to get back to and a “new” partner to deal with, since he of course had no idea that she was the girl who had died on him several years ago. She didn’t know if she would ever be able to tell him that, though, because as soon as he figured it out, he was likely to hate her.

As she pulled a shirt over her head and pulled her hair out of the back, she walked over to the small journal that she kept on her dresser. Someone, at some point, had suggested that she keep a dream journal, and she had fallen into the trap of it some years ago. She opened it up to the last entry that she’d written and released a long sigh, before her eyes scanned over the page in front of her.

Entry #52. Everything was falling apart. Nobody recognized me — nobody even knew who Sophia Tate was, they all just kind of looked at me like I was crazy. Kennedy only laughed and said “is that that girl that died a couple of years ago?” Leon thought I was hallucinating — or just crazy. He didn’t say that, but it was written all over his face. But David’s reaction? Well, that was the worst of all, because he did remember, and his reaction was… bad. They were all calling me Emilee, and at the end, well… a man I barely recognized came out of the shadows and shot me. He had perfect aim, because he hit me in the middle of the forehead.

A small shiver crawled across her skin as she re-read it again. They were getting worse, she thought. She flipped a page back, and stared at the previous entry, as well.

Entry #51. It was a funeral. That was the first thing that I could tell — everyone around me was dressed in black. Black suits, black dresses. Kennedy was pregnant, which is how I know this is in the now, instead of years ago. I could see them, all of them, all of the people that I cared about. Her, Leon, David, Carter and Lukas, Ellie, Jasmine, even Gianna was there, glaring a hole into the back of my father’s head. Even my mom, which is how I knew it was a dream, because the idea of the two of them in the same room was, well, a joke. I was in the center of the room, though, dressed in white. And they all turned to look at me as I took a step towards the casket. They watched me. When I reached it, the person staring back up at me was me. Then, her eyes opened, and she said “what have you done to us?” — then, well, then I woke up.

As she stared at this second one, a long sigh left her lips. She turned to the first empty page available, and picked up the pen. Her dreams were getting stranger, and she didn’t know how to fix them, honestly. Once she was finished writing it, she read over it.

Entry #53. This one starred Christopher Chance, and he knew. My secret. I was his dead partner. And he was staring at me with dead eyes, as though I had absolutely destroyed his soul. He said: “You’re dead.” And I said: “Not anymore.” And that was really all, because as soon as I said it, he kind of just…. disintegrated, into sand, kind of like that one demon from Charmed. And as I sat there crying, several people came inside of whatever building I was in and told me that it was my fault that he was dead — Kennedy, David, and my father, mostly. So I simply cried until I didn’t have anymore water in my body and then I turned to dust, too.

Once she was done reading it, she took a deep breath. “It’s going to be a long day,” she muttered, “and I’m going to need a whole god damned truck of coffee to deal with any of this.” She picked up the journal and threw it into the top drawer before slamming it closed and heading downstairs to the kitchen.

[careforbesdaily]

insp (requested by anon)

[grxyareax]

you’re all i’ve got (this is an au storyline)

Sophia Tate first met Jasmine Wesley at the mall. The two of them were virtual strangers before that, having only met a time or two in the city they called home. However, on that day, fate had another idea - an epidemic was taking hold, and these two ships in the night collided as they tried to escape the crowded mall, realizing quickly that things could go from bad to worse if they did not. The two of them are currently on the run together, along with a few other survivors.

[grxyareax]

the cousin

this is still a work in progress - we slow, it’s cool

[grxyareax]

the ex-husband (aka the ex-brother-in-law)

Sophia Tate met and fell in love with David Adkins when she was a medical student at Columbia. They were originally partners, practicing procedures on a couple of dummies. The two of them fell in love, and though there was drama in their lives, they loved one another through it all. Then, a year after they got together, Sophia found out she had cancer - stage IV Melanoma. David was by her side through it all, even despite the bad prognosis and the frequent hallucinations, and even agreed to marry her at the church her parents (and by that, she meant her mother and her step-father). When she made a miraculous recovery and left him, she left him heartbroken. What David didn’t know is that Sophia was really Emilee Tate in disguise, and she simply did not want to be married to a man she did not know, so the two divorced and Emilee, as Sophia, moved back to Charlotte. Little did she know that her father would bring him back to Charlotte to be an assassin, and the two of them ran into one another again when she visited her father in his office. At some point, he’ll find out that she isn’t actually his ex-wife, but until then, drama ~