#grace:hc

[keptfcith]

I wish I would've laid my hands on you Shown you a thing or two I wish I would've pushed you against the wall Lock the door and bathroom stall, windows and the screen I wish you would've laid your hands on me That kind gon' bring me to my knees I wish I would've let you lay me down 'Cause I wouldn't be here wishing now I wish I would've laid my hands on you

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bolded is canon verse; italicized things are verse dependent

bake a cake from scratch. ride a horse. drive a submarine. speak a second language.dance. catch a fish. play an instrument. throw a punch. build a deck. ice skate. unclog a drain. program a computer. change a flat tire. fire a gun. sew. juggle. play poker. paint. fly a kite. sculpt. write poetry. change a diaper. sing. shoot a bow & arrow. ride a bike. swim.sail a boat. do a back flip. play chess. give CPR. pitch a tent. flirt. stitch a wound. read palms.use chopsticks. write in cursive/calligraphy. use an electric drill. braid hair. make a campfire. make a mixed drink. do sudoku puzzles. wrap a gift. give a good massage. jump-start a car. roll their tongue. magic tricks. do yoga. tie a tie. skip a rock.shuffle a deck of cards. read morse code. pick a lock

Tagged by: @mcallisterclan Tagging: @pumpkinwrites, @bicvrious, @subtlecoma, anyone else who wants to go for it!

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black bird for gracie

1997-2000

she starts taking care of her first horse when she’s five. the mare is older, not good for much, but good for a little girl to start learning how to take care of an animal. her dad is always there, watching his daughter groom the horse, teetering on her tiptoes as she stands on the stool to brush her horse. she can barely reach. he watches as she feeds the horse the carrots she snuck out of the house, giggling as the horse’s lips brush against her hand. 

she starts riding the horse -- now named Oatmeal -- when she’s seven. her dad starts them off easy, walking around the yard, reign in hand, but pretty soon gracie is comfortable enough to do that on her own. her dad watches from the sidelines, smile on his face. when she’s done, she walks Oatmeal back to the stable, and brushes her until her fur shines. she still feeds Oatmeal carrots. 

Oatmeal starts getting sick when gracie turns nine. her dad tries his best to take care of the animal, but there’s only so much that he can do. gracie doesn’t ride her much, she’s too big, Oatmeal too weak, but she still spends hours in the barn, talking to the horse, petting her, taking care of her, feeding her carrots. 

she wakes up in the middle of the night just before her tenth birthday. she hears a bang, but since it’s two in the morning, she’s not sure what on earth could be happening. her mother appears in her doorway, and tells her to go back to sleep. she settles back in under her blanket, already planning what she’s going to talk to Oatmeal about in the morning. 

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💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? (grace and caroline)

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“Definitely the aquarium. Is that silly? I don’t care, I guess. I like looking at the fish. And then dinner or a picnic lunch, maybe. Something lowkey. Or maybe the zoo--I could probably spend the whole day at the zoo.”

“First of all, this stays between us. Second of all, it involves junk food and a movie. Probably brownies, if I’m being honest. A blanket fort, a good Netflix queue, and then just spending the entire day doing that. Especially if it’s raining.”

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💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? (Grace lol)

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“I think you and I both know the answer to this one.”

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💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? (Grace)

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At fifteen, Grace found herself dating the most eligible boy in her high school (and probably all of Northern Iowa, if we’re being realistic here), who also happened to be a senior. She was the only sophomore invited to prom, and, for a multitude of reasons, found herself in a hotel room later that night. They dated for two more years after that. 

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Grace and her dad used to do farm chores together every morning and her mother would bring them coffee in tin camping mugs. One Christmas after she moved out, her mother sent her a box with Grace’s own set of mugs. She now exclusively uses either those mugs or mason jars.