#ft. grace

[romymccready]

who: @graciexmitchell where: central park

“𝐨𝐡—” 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 fingers along a cluster of bright orange mushrooms blooming out of the side of an oak. “that’s laetiporus sulphureus. chicken of the woods.” she twisted it free with careful hands, tucking it into her bag. “no toxic lookalikes. and it tastes like chicken.” romy loved that she could spill all her weird little facts around gracie without feeling like a bore. she glanced up, a small, pleased sort of smile settling in. the masquerade had left romy craving gracie’s company. just the two of them, away from everyone else. “think if i started a foragin’ club, people would actually come? i mean, new hobbies are a good distraction for people. with everythin’ goin’ on.” she stood, brushing dirt from her palms, attention settling back on her. “how’ve you been…dealin’? with it all?” a slight tilt of her head, small smirk forming before adding, “and how’s that doctor guy?”

[paulakellyfms]

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Life lately with my favorite human beings. ❤️ tagged: @pidgeonsarah @srahpaulsons

[morganthatcher]

are you happy in your relationship?

Sure am! We're just havin' a lot of fun right now. Grace is a blast. She's had bad luck in the past, so I'm happy to give her whatever it is she needs.

[hayesevans]

Where: Chromed

Who:  @gracetaylorwilliams​

Taking his car to the garage was something Hayes had been incredibly reluctant to do, mostly because of money but it had started making noises that he didn’t trust. The last thing he needed was the thing setting on fire so he finally decided to take it to be looked at. It was only a shitty nissan he’d had for 8 years but it was his. “So I’m not sure what’s wrong with it.” He began, trying to explain to the mechanic what the issue was. “It’s been making noises for the last few weeks but I think it’s getting worse.”

[riannekaufman]

Since moving into her family’s estate, Rianne hadn’t actually explored everything. So, of course, when she was in the attic and found a book that seemed to contain archaic and potentially dark magic, she was intrigued. It was definitely handmade, leather bound, and while most of it was in Latin, there were a few passages in Gaelic, as well.There was only one person she could really think to ask about it - Grace.

[txt > grace]: look, i don’t know what you’re doing but i’m coming over. like now. [txt > grace]: i found a book and it’s... odd.  [txt > grace]: you would know more than me so...

With that, she headed over to the blonde’s home, eager and a bit scared to learn the truth of what she had uncovered. Making great haste, she knocked on the door rather roughly, three times. “Aye,” she shouted, “your bitch is here. Open up.” / @gracexbachmann​

[elimcndoza-blog]

@grceoh // Eli had promised Kiara that if she had been good during their camping trip, that he would buy her a few new books and they’d have their own little coffee date. The little girl was wise beyond her years and it often left him wondering if she’d be ready for law school at twelve. He kept an eye on wear she sat in Sips as he ordered her regular donut and hot chocolate, along with a coffee for himself. Finally getting his order, her turned to walk towards his niece when a familiar face stopped him in his tracks. “Grace...” Her name felt odd in his throat, as though something was lodged and just wouldn’t come out. The two had dated and ended, and he swore it was fine, but he once he cared that stayed with him. “You, uh... You look good. You look really good.” He cleared his throat, this time choking on his own awkwardness. 

[whatroughbeast-blog1]

✆ ✉ ø # %

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

[sent, satan → starlet]: our website answers literally every pointless question about the hotel you’ve ever sent me. spend less time with the conspiracy theorist. 

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[draft, satan → starlet]: a very limited access room beneath the lobby just happened to open up this morning, if you can stand a little mess… 

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[sent, satan → starlet]: ‘ bad. don’t stay.‘

[sent, satan → starlet]: the shortest yelp review paradise has ever gotten, yet this one cuts the deepest. how much energy did you have to muster up to be so callous?

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[sent, satan → starlet]: my staff are obsessed with you, ask any of them for your tiny toiletries. 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[sent, satan → starlet]: all that secrecy for a pack of cigarettes? very shallow dark secret for a star. you could have at least fucked one of your directors. 

[romymccready]

who: @graciexmitchell where: yk what it is

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 of the slot machines and immediately slowed her pace, platforms clicking softly against the pristine floor. “grace,” she murmured, and there was real warmth in it. her gaze swept downward, taking in the pink dress, the tailoring, the way grace carried herself. a small, appreciative smile tugged at her mouth. “you look really beautiful tonight. that dress is somethin’ else.” her eyes moved around the room. “casino looks incredible too,” she added. “eleanor didn’t just open a place, she made a whole lil' world in here.” it was one she was sure people would spend hours getting lost in. and lose their life savings in the process. “i saw alix earlier. she looked great too.” romy’s fingers toyed with the ribbon at her neckline as she looked back at grace, head tilting slightly. “you holdin’ up okay? kinda a big night for you guys, huh?”