some fairytale bliss

𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ɢᴏʟᴅ , 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ɢɪғᴛs

[story1ines]

a  multimuse  featuring  character  from   ᴀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛᴠ sʜᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs,   including  muses  from  one tree hill,  tvd,  gossip girl,  grey’s anatomy  and  more.   this is  a  heavily  selective  blog   considering  i’ve  been  through  a  great  deal  of  anxiety  and  suffered  a  lot.   i  apologize  in  advance  if  i  haven’t  followed  back.     ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ

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[nefertiris]

every character i love ♥ santana lopez, glee. ↳ “i love girls the way that i’m supposed to feel about boys. it’s just something that’s always been inside of me, and i really want to share it with you because i love you so much. i want you to know me. who i really am. when I’m with brittany… i finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love. i’ve tried so hard to push this feeling away, and keep it locked inside… but every day just feels like a war, and i walk around so mad at the world, but i’m really just fighting with myself. i don’t want to fight anymore. i’m just too tired. i have to just be me.”

[alliecathayes]

Mark Sloan & Lexie Grey in GREY'S ANATOMY SEASON 7

Tell me something. When a person gets out of the nut house, what's the appropriate amount of time to wait before you propose?

[faeful]

'what will it take 'till you believe in me the way that i believe in you?' brooke to lucas <3333

the stranger sentence starters, accepting.

maya angelou once said : " when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. "

she always doubts him, her paranoia of their past seems to haunt her. at least that's what it looks like on his end. & if so, does he blame her ? not at all, he's lucky enough brooke has given him this second chance. god knows he doesn't deserve it, but she always gave him more than he deserved. " brooke, i do believe in you. " he says simply, brow furrowed as he walks over towards the brunette, right to her locker. " you're the person i believe in the most, you and haley of course. " he tries to lighten the mood by adding the quip about his best friend. but who knows if it'll work. lucas takes her hands, giving them both a squeeze as he looks down at her. " where is this coming from, pretty girl ? why aren't you thinking i believe in you ? " he asks, determined to do anything he could to reassure her. he'll spend his whole life reassuring her that she was the one if he has to. anything he can do for her, he will. he wonders if she'll ever fully trust him again, if he ever won't have to reassure her. he'd still do it, of course. but someday he hopes she'll let the past go completely, like he's trying so desperately to do. " what can i do to show you ? i'll hang up your posters for the election, pass out buttons. have mouth announce it on his podcast. whatever it is you need, i'll do. it. "

[story1ines]

brooke watches him the way she always does when she’s trying to find the truth beneath what people say — the subtle tells, the pauses, the places where certainty usually cracks. lucas is steady, though. he always tries to be. that steadiness should comfort her, but instead it unsettles something deeper, because she knows how fragile steady things can be when they’re built on uncertainty that no one names out loud. her fingers remain threaded with his, but there’s a quiet tension in her grip, like she’s holding on while simultaneously preparing herself not to fall too far if she has to let go. she wonders, not for the first time, how two people can stand this close and still feel like they’re speaking across a distance neither of them can quite cross. and worse — how she can believe in him so easily, so instinctively, without hesitation, while still feeling like she has to earn the same gravity in return. when she speaks, it comes out softer than she expects. ❝ lucas… ❞ she lets the silence after his name stretch just long enough to steady her. ❝ i’m not asking you to do anything. ❞ a pause. her eyes flick briefly to their joined hands before returning to his face. ❝ i’m asking you what it takes for you to see me the way i see you. ❞

there’s no accusation in it, not really. just an exhaustion she doesn’t fully admit to herself. because brooke knows what it means to rebuild trust from something fractured. she knows what it means to choose someone despite history instead of because of it. what she doesn’t know — what she can’t quite understand — is why it still feels like she’s standing on uneven ground while he talks about believing in her like it’s something conditional, something that requires maintenance. she swallows, her throat tightening slightly. ❝ when i look at you, ❞ she continues, voice quieter now, ❝ i don’t question it. ❞ not the sincerity. not the intention. not the future. it’s not that she’s naive — it’s that, for reasons she doesn’t fully understand, lucas has always been the one place in her life where she didn’t feel the need to brace herself. ❝ i just… believe you. ❞ the simplicity of it almost hurts. because it’s not dramatic or complicated or earned — it just exists. and she doesn’t know how to translate something so instinctive into something he can receive without trying to fix it. her grip loosens slightly, but she doesn’t let go. ❝ and i don’t know how to make you understand that i need that back, ❞ she admits, a quiet honesty threading through the words. ❝ not you trying harder. not you listing ways you’ll prove it. not you standing here like you’re waiting to be graded. ❞ her gaze holds his now, steadier than her thoughts feel. ❝ i don’t want you performing belief in me, luke. ❞ a breath. ❝ i want you to actually have it. ❞

[lieslmakesthings]

"He just doesn't know you. If he would spend one real second with you, he would know that you're the most caring, most loving, most amazing person in the world."

[legacieas]

✱ shippy starter call :   currently accepting ─── mark sloan for lexie grey, @story1ines.

mark had long since given up pretending he was doing anything productive. the chart he’d brought home sat untouched on the coffee table, while a glass of whiskey rested loosely in his hand. the city lights spilled through the apartment windows, casting the room in a soft glow as he leaned back into the couch. he lifted the glass to his lips before pausing, catching sight of lexie across the room. a smile appeared almost instantly, one of those rare, unguarded ones that only ever seemed to belong to her. “ come here, grey, ” he called, setting the whiskey down on the table. patting the empty space beside him, he waited until she was close enough before reaching for her hand. “ i’ve spent all day dealing with other people’s problems. ” his thumb brushed over her knuckles as he looked up at her. “ so for the next hour, i’m officially off duty. your only job is to sit here and keep me company. ”

[story1ines]

lexie hesitated for half a second longer than she meant to, telling herself it was about the chart, or the whiskey, or the fact that mark sloan saying “off duty” usually meant he was anything but. but it wasn’t. it was the look on his face when he saw her — unguarded in a way he almost never let himself be, like the rest of the day had scraped him down to something quieter and more honest. and lexie hated how quickly that softened her resolve, how easily she could go from independent surgeon with plans and priorities to someone crossing a room just because he asked. she tried, briefly, to remind herself that this was exactly how it always worked with him: he joked, he pulled her in, he made space that felt temporary but never quite was. and then she’d be there again, close enough to forget why distance ever seemed like a good idea. her hand was already halfway to his before she gave herself permission to do it properly. and worse — she didn’t even regret it. because despite everything she told herself about boundaries and timing and not getting pulled into mark sloan’s gravitational pull at the worst possible moments, there was something about him like this that made the arguments in her head feel… quieter.

lexie let herself sink into the couch beside him, their shoulders brushing as naturally as breathing. she kept her hand in his for a second longer than necessary before finally speaking, like she was trying to make it sound casual and failing on purpose. ❝ off duty, ❞ she repeated, glancing at him. ❝ that’s new. should i be worried? do i need to call someone and report a missing surgeon? ❞ her thumb traced a small, absent circle against his palm as she leaned back slightly, studying him. ❝ and here i was thinking you liked fixing people’s problems. you’re telling me you’re just… done with humanity for the night? ❞ a faint smile tugged at her mouth, softer now. ❝ because if that’s true, i feel kind of honored. i think i just got promoted to ‘acceptable distraction.’ ❞

[story1ines]

denydefeat asked: If I say ‘I love you’ right now, will you hold it against me? / dan humphrey to blair waldorf

she didn’t move right away.

blair waldorf had always believed that most things could be managed if you refused to acknowledge them too quickly — bad news softened with distance, inconvenient emotions contained by composure, and men like dan humphrey kept neatly in the category of “complicated” rather than “dangerous.” but what he had just said didn’t sit cleanly in any of her usual categories. it didn’t arrive like one of his arguments or one of his carefully constructed truths. it landed more simply than that, stripped of irony, stripped of defense. and that, in her experience, was rarely accidental. still, she didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting the way he probably expected. blair had spent too much of her life being studied — by teachers, by enemies, by people who mistook her polish for predictability — to ever offer a response that could be easily interpreted. so she kept her expression still, her posture controlled, her gaze fixed on him with the kind of attention that made other people nervous long before she ever raised her voice.

inside, though, it was less orderly. because dan didn’t usually say things like that without layering them in hesitation, without cushioning them in philosophy or deflection. and now he had placed it between them with almost irritating simplicity, as if love were just another sentence that could be spoken and left to stand on its own. blair didn’t trust simplicity. not in confession. not in him. and yet— and yet she found herself noticing the way he looked at her after saying it, as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking for, only that he refused to take it back. that part she hated most. not the words. the certainty underneath them. when she finally spoke, her voice was even — soft in volume, precise in delivery, the kind of calm that didn’t invite interruption but didn’t quite close the door either. ❝ do you know what you’re asking me? ❞ she said, not accusing, not warm, just exact. a beat passed, long enough to feel intentional. ❝ because if i answer you wrong, you’ll turn it into something safer. and if i answer you right… ❞ her eyes flicked over him, steady and unreadable. ❝ …you’ll finally understand there’s no version of this where you get to pretend you didn’t mean it. ❞ she let that sit there, then tilted her head slightly, the faintest edge of something sharper slipping through. ❝ so tell me again, dan... ❞ blair said quietly. ❝ and this time — don’t use me as a question. ❞

[story1ines]

@krys4lis asked: [TXT] : this reminded me of you! / serena to dan humphrey, and it could be a vintage pen or a plushie, anything goes!

[SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: ..i have so many questions. [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: is it the expression? [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: if you're saying i look like a mildly concerned woodland animal… [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: …you're probably right. [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: i kind of love him.

[mandy-lane]

“Greta said, you know no one actually walks their Barbie down the steps to get into the car. You just take them from one thing and just plop them into the next thing.”

[story1ines]

krys4lis asked: [TXT] : i know you're awake. / from rachel berry to finn hudson

[ SMS / CONTACT: rachel / SENT ]: yeah. i'm awake now. [ SMS / CONTACT: rachel / SENT ]: what's going on, rach? [ SMS / CONTACT: rachel / SENT ]: are you okay?

[story1ines]

greythesis asked: [TXT] : this was a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway. to christina yang from meredith grey

[ SMS / CONTACT: my person / SENT ]: of course you’re doing it anyway. [ SMS / CONTACT: my person / SENT ]: this is either going to end badly or become a story you refuse to tell properly. [ SMS / CONTACT: my person / SENT ]: call me when you need damage control.

[dailytvdgifs]

I didn’t know what they were gonna do to you. I didn’t. I just… I don’t want to be like this anymore.

[everdawn]

@story1ines ( WILL ): ♡'d for a starter from KAYLA

❛❛ WELL, here we are ! ❜❜ excitement seeped out of the blonde as she glanced around their room, still not fully convinced that she wasn't dreaming. ❛❛ the junior olympics, will. can you believe it ? ❜❜

[story1ines]

for a moment, will didn't answer. he just stood there, taking everything in. the room wasn't anything extraordinary on its own, but somehow it felt different. maybe it was the knowledge of where they were. maybe it was the realization that every early morning, every exhausting practice, every time they had wanted to quit but didn't had led to this exact moment. the junior olympics. even now, the words felt strange in his head. his eyes drifted around the room before settling on kayla. the excitement practically radiating off her made him smile. she looked like someone who had spent years imagining this moment and was finally seeing it become real. honestly, he couldn't blame her. he probably looked just as excited, even if he was trying to play it cool. ❛❛ yeah... ❜❜ he said with a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. ❛❛ it's kind of insane when you actually stop and think about it. ❜❜

will shook his head, glancing around once more. ❛❛ the junior olympics. we've talked about it forever, but i don't think it really hit me until we walked through those doors. now we're actually here. not watching it on tv. not reading about it online. we're part of it. ❜❜ a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. ❛❛ honestly, part of me keeps waiting for somebody to come in and tell us there's been some huge mistake. like, sorry, wrong athletes. you guys are supposed to be three buildings over. ❜❜ he laughed softly before looking back at her. ❛❛ but nobody's kicked us out yet, so i guess this is real. ❜❜ for a second, his expression softened. beneath all the excitement, there was something else — a quiet sense of pride. they had earned this. every single bit of it. ❛❛ you know what's crazy? a few years ago this felt impossible. like one of those things people dream about but never actually get to do. and now we're standing here talking about it like it's just another day. ❜❜ will let out a breath, still smiling. ❛❛ i don't think it's fully sunk in yet. maybe it won't until we're out there competing. maybe not even then. but right now? ❜❜ his gaze met hers, bright with excitement. ❛❛ right now i think we should enjoy it. we made it here, kayla. no matter what happens next, nobody can take that away from us. ❜❜

[liarerature]

i smiled like nothing was wrong , and then went back to lying about everything . they call it trust. i call it what i was good at surviving on. there are versions of me they would never recognize, and i made sure they never had to. independent , highly selective, and private blog for aria montgomery from pretty little liars. written and protected by pearl .

[forbescaroline]

favorite outfits: elena gilbert (season 3)

[lekitty]

deep breaths leafs @ cbj | 11.26.25

[moonlightsdream]

⁂ Gossip Girl (2007-2012) — s.5e.14 | The Backup Dan⠀⠀⠀