#gracie reblogs

[alexd1975]

Gracie Bon

[gracieheartspedro]

hi everyone!!

i’m in the market to catch up on some fic reading!! please reblog with your fav new/old reads!! I love anything that involves pedro’s characters!! if you have anything tlou related (ellie, abby, dina, etc.) I would also love to read your stuff!!

and pls rec your own works!! I wanna put my teeth into everything!

thanks in advance!!

[common-grackle]

I cannot express to you how much I love the reblog graph function from tumblr labs.

like seriously. it's fun for my own posts that have broken containment but it's like a fricken art piece on posts with anything more than a couple hundred reblogs

and you can click the "load more data" button pretty much indefinitely to make them bigger

look at that...it's a constellation...

(zoomed in)

[cloudsinmargoscoffee]

hi! i used to be @margolovescoffeeandbooks. and i'm still her but much cooler. this is my new blog. if you had known me previously and still would like to keep up with my silly little life, you're absolutely welcome. if you hadn't known me, you're welcome as well. i post mainly about taylor swift, books, shows (criminal minds, gossip girl, gilmore girls, the o.c.) and wonders of life (you'll definitely hear from me if i make myself a cup of tea or find a pretty rock)

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

testing a lil something out reblog to make the experiment work

I REALLY LIKE THE SONG I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY BY GRACIE ABRAMS

ok you can continue now I'll post my findings in a few days

EDIT: findings in the reblog

[4m4zing-gracie]

If you think that N no longer cares about V

Or dropped all cares and feelings for her solely to be with Uzi instead

Or outright hates her now

Then I don’t know what the hell you watched, but it definitely was not Murder Drones

[myfairkatiecat]

thank you so much for defending Gracie- SO MUCH

It’s absolutely no problem! Gracie deserves it! That person had absolutely no right to reblog her post and just start slamming her religion and then saying the post was about something it literally didn’t even address. I hope you have a blessed day!

[pushing500]

Gracie yes!

Nooooo don't encourage me to ship the persona weapons!! I might accidentally-

Ah, it's too late. Now I've gone and drawn fanart. How could this happen??

what would Xanxalbur and Fracturedivine's ship name be? Xanxalburedivine? Fralbur?

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I walked in eyes wide open and never looked behind

never did I have to because all I needed to know was right inside

I never turned away, not a single time

you say that you're a mastermind but the thing about that is

the masterpiece that you are is mine

[themadwomanwithabluebox]

OMG, get them Gracie 💖

[jimmyclueless]

DELIGHTFUL CREATURES!!!! FANTASTIC BEASTS !!!!! SO PETTABLE .......

[keendaanmaa]

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[a-art-side-blog]

Wip of father Gracie i was doing. Dont know if ill ever finish it

[grxcisxhy-wp]

Ok the new album is giving me inspiration and I will try my hardest to come out with new 5sos works… maybe even someone other than cal

[khululekile]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHOCLATINO! 😘🎂🥳

[criminalamnesia]

everyone’s asking for a part two so here is more angst bc cedar by gracie abrams is perfect for this [ also inspired by what @shotmrmiller said in their reblog :)) ]

part one here

part three (aka version 1 of the ending) here

part three (ending version 2) here

it’s odd coming home to an empty house. unnerving, even. he doesn’t like it— dislikes it even more than he did your celebrations. fuck, he’d kill for those damn streamers right now.

“love?” his voice is soft as he calls out into the dark, once lively little flat. it hasn’t felt this big since before you had moved in.

he takes a few more steps inside, toeing off his boots and letting his backpack fall to the floor. by now, you would’ve been launching yourself into his arms. where were you? you’d never missed the day he came home. ever. you would have it marked on your calendar from the day he left, exclamation points and stars decorating the date.

“love?” he calls again, his voice a little louder. he keeps moving; notices there’s no smell of freshly baked goods or a home-cooked meal.

he rounds the corner, his eyes instantly finding the little note propped up on the dining table. eyebrows furrowed, he approaches. it’s addressed to him, clearly in your handwriting.

he reads it, and he really should’ve seen all of this coming.

he doesn’t cry. doesn’t even feel sad, really. it’s not like he hadn’t loved you— he had, but sometimes you made it really damn difficult to. your constant touches and words, doting on him, talking his ear off about this and that. he’d loved it at first, then came to tolerate it, and eventually he found himself hating it.

it wasn’t fair to you. he didn’t hate you, he hated the naivety. the unconditional love. partners were supposed to show each other that kind of love, were they not? so why did he come to despise it?

perhaps it was some deep rooted self-hatred. something dark and twisted inside of him that had done too much and taken life. killed and killed and killed. watched his comrades die in a number of ways. slowly. quickly. suddenly. brutally.

it hollowed him out, but it was his job. it was his job to do what he could for the damn world— get his hands dirty so people like you would never have to worry about a damn thing.

he should’ve seen it coming. you had been acting a little odd the last time he was home, he realizes now. detached, almost. quieter. he had cherished the quiet then.

now it was weird. he didn’t know how to feel.

he placed the note back down onto the table before making his way into the kitchen. some utensils were missing. some plates and bowls. the colorful dishrags you’d hung from the stove handle. the little plant you’d stationed in front of the window above the sink.

all the pictures of the two of you remained on the fridge. he could see in the photos how he slowly became detached. but you— god, you wore that dazzling smile in every photo.

he turned around and headed towards the bedroom.

——————————————————————

there wasn’t really any defining closure. you’d left the note, sure, but he hadn’t gotten to speak his piece.

would he have begged you to stay? told you to leave?

he didn’t know. all he knew was that it wasn’t fair to you, how he acted. what he did.

he also knew that if you called, or if you showed up and said you forgot something, or hell, if he saw you on the street, he’d say something. apologize at least, because that’s the least you deserved.

but you didn’t, and after a few days, he stopped thinking about you. what you’d be telling him right now if you were there. stopped thinking about how you sang when you cooked dinner. how you would reach for his hand when the two of you were in the grocery store.

how you would throw those damn ‘welcome home!’ parties.

he fell back into who he was, and your memory became nothing but a minuscule dot on a large piece of paper.

but for you? you had been miserable when you’d shown up at your friends apartment. cried into her shoulder as you told her about the note. sobbed as you realized that he didn’t care about you, and how you’d wasted so much time on this man who didn’t give a damn.

but even still, when you stirred in the middle of the night, you expected to feel his hands around your body. expected him to press a kiss to your head as you drifted back to sleep.

you woke up and expected him to be there. you forgot that he wasn’t yours. you found yourself missing him, even though you’d starting doing that far before you actually left.

it took the man you loved days to move on. it took you months— almost a year. he put you in fucking therapy, for god’s sake, because that shit messes with someone.

loving someone so completely, so wholly, only to finally realize it’s one sided? it’s crushing. he crushed you. but you picked up the pieces, and you put yourself back together.

you move on. find someone who actually cares for you— someone who communicates and doesn’t lose interest. someone who appreciates your enthusiasm. someone who returns it.

and when the man that broke your heart several years ago tries to stop you on the street one day,

you keep walking.