#gracie

[l3irdl3rain]

someone I know brought their cat’s old tower over for me. Brave Gracie immediately had to check it out

[animations-daily]

The Kingdom of Dreams and Madness (2013) dir. Mami Sunada

[bluegladiatordestiny]

Gracie

[literalite]

hi!! here's the long promised simdump- i'm sorry that it took me basically an entire year to get to it but i hope it's worth the wait... also thank u guys for 10k :') erm i'm rounding down by a bit bcos i gave up on getting rid of bots a while back but even then its still a crazy number. love u!!

some of these sims have appeared in mine or other people's posts before, but i don't have very strong headcanons or opinions about any of them. you can do whatever you want!

you can alter their names/traits/cosmetics however you wish, although please don't mess with their skintones/body type/gender

all cc belongs to the original creators- however i have enabled a few things for both frames (specifically the eyelashes)

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[moodyseal]

Cabin 7 kids 🥺 they appeared for only one second in TON but I would totally die for them

[jisuto]

[graci3sb0w]

All yours, baby.

Gracie Abrams x Female Reader Summary : you and Gracie go to Taylors party only for one of Kelce's friend to flirt with you. Let's just say Gracie isn't too happy about it.

Warnings : jealousy, bf Gracie, fluff

Taylor Swift's birthday party was the party of the year, before it even started officially.

Gracie and I stopped in front of my mirror, fussing with our clothes for what felt like the hundredth time. Taylor had sent out invitations with a silent expectation that everyone would be looking their best. I'd wasted twenty minutes debating with myself about whether or not my dress was too much or too little before Gracie cut me down with a blunt, "You look hot. Let's go."

The bows, however, had been her idea.

"Come on, please," she had begged, smiling as she held out the soft silk ribbons she had picked. One in pale blush pink, the other in classic black. "Matching bows, Y/N. It's so us."

I had rolled my eyes, half-exasperated, half-laughing. "Gracie."

She pouted. "Don't be boring. Think about the look."

"You just want an excuse to tie something in my hair."

Her eyes sparkled meanly. "I love to tie things in your hair."

And, since I was a pushover for her (and since she was already leaning in towards my hair), I let her.

We were standing outside now, with our backs to the building, which twinkled with fairy lights and music already pulsating through the walls. A security guard checked our names against the guest list, and then—magically—we were let in.

The party was exactly what I had envisioned: polished but electric, a pack of celebrities mingling, flutes of champagne served by waiters in starched white jackets.

Gracie tugged my hand as we stepped inside. "Let's find Taylor before she gets swept up in the Blake-Selena-Sophie crowd."

"I believe she lives with them now."

We barely had time to take it all in before we heard—

"There you are!"

Taylor suddenly appeared out of thin air, as otherworldly as ever, in some kind of retro-themed, glittery dress. She was cradling a single drink and had an all-out joy look in her eyes as she hugged us both.

"You both look so amazing," she said, stepping back to look at us. And then she caught sight of the bows. She smirked flirtatiously. "Oh my God, matching bows?"

Gracie grinned, pushing hers up like a crown. "So us, then?"

I rolled my eyes. "She forced me."

Taylor tilted her head. "You're playing like she had to fight you. We all know you'd do anything she asks."

I pretended to be shocked. "You betrayed me so fast."

Gracie simply grinned smugly, slipping an arm around my waist. "She knows what's up."

Taylor laughed, shaking her head. "God, you two are disgusting."

A waiter passed by, and Taylor grabbed two champagne glasses from him, handing one to each of us and then lifting hers. "To my birthday," she said, "and to my two favorite lovers in denial."

Gracie gagged on her drink. I nearly spilled mine.

"Taylor!" I hissed, blushing.

She just laughed and walked away, leaving us standing there, shocked.

Gracie was the first to come out of it, elbowing me. "Denial, huh?"

I shook my head. "I hate her."

"You love her."

I sighed, sipping champagne. "Shut up."

The night had gone so smoothly—dancing, laughing, striking a ridiculous number of poses with Taylor, and sitting through Jack Antonoff grumbling about how much he hated getting dressed up.

And then.

He appeared.

Travis Kelce's friend.

Tall. Dumbly arrogant. That kind of charming in an unsubtle fashion that only men who never had to work too hard tend to have.

It started as normal. He came over to greet me, which was okay. But then—he started looking at me like I was the center of attention. Like he cared. (Disgusting)

And that's when Gracie's hold on me subtly clamped down.

He leaned forward, smiling. "So, how do you know Taylor?"

I shifted, aware of Gracie standing by my side. "We met in music. We've known each other for a while."

He nodded, looking impressed. "That's cool. You look cool." His eyes flicked down to my dress. "You look great tonight too."

Gracie's arm around my waist suddenly wasn't resting—it was holding on.

The guy was oblivious. He just grinned at me, all confident. "You know, I was going out, but when I saw you, I'm glad I didn't."

Before I could even think about how to answer, Gracie interrupted.

"She's with me," she said, her voice smooth but unyielding.

The guy blinked, eyes darting back and forth between us. "Oh."

Gracie smiled—sweet, but menacing. "Yeah." She wrapped her hand around my waist, holding tight. "So you can go ahead and try to flirt with someone else."

For an instant, it looked like he was going to slug it out. But then he caught a glimpse in her eyes that led him to do otherwise.

"Uh… yeah, cool. No problem." He grudged an unnatural laugh, nodded, and retreated.

The instant he'd vanished, I looked at Gracie with my brows raised. "That was.. a lot."

She still hadn't let me go. "He was annoying."

I bit my lip, trying not to smile. "You're jealous."

She rolled her eyes. "Wow. Okay. First of all, I am not jealous—"

"You so are."

"I just didn't like the way he was eyeing you up and down. And calling you the prettiest girl here like it was news? Please."

I smiled, a warmth spreading through my chest. "Boyfriend Gracie is kinda hot."

That fazed her. A silence latched onto me before she expelled a dramatic sigh. "Now you're simply attempting to distract me."

I tilted my head, regarding her. "Working?"

She expelled a breath, arms still encircling me. "Maybe."

I moved in, lightly kissing the corner of her jaw, because I could. Because I wanted to, "im yours, baby."

Gracie melted. Fully.

And that's when I realized—

Jealousy did her really, really well.

[glimersims]

she's progressing guys

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

that's so true on SNL

[gvibezxo]

👻 | @graciebon

[l3irdl3rain]

this is her bed now

[animations-daily]

Howl's Moving Castle (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[swiftiethatyouhate]

HELP I KNEW THESE TWO WERE A BAD IDEA

[opalsiren]

gracie's drawings of mako island. you agree

[bigboobsbigasses]

The Queen Gracie Bon ❤️❤️