Mace. All lies. SFW. Previous parts can be found here. Thanks for reading!
They go for coffee, early the next morning.
It is low key, and only lasts for half an hour, before the rest of the crew appear in the hotel lobby. There is a place just opposite their hotel, where the wifi signal is non existent but the coffee is strong and the guy serving is wearing a terrible hat with apparently no sense of irony. Music from a different decade and a different continent plays in the background. Grace really likes it.
Grace gets a text message from Mamrie, just after she’s emerged from the shower, inviting her down.
I’m in the cafe just across the street, if you want to join? The server is called Barney and I’m concerned that he is sizing me up for wife material.
this fic is making me explode with feels
Guessing what Swedish words mean with Mamrie Hart & Clara Henry (x)
I will never stop laughing about this
I love it
Hannah Hart, My Drunk Kitchen: A Guide to Eating, Drinking, and Going with Your Gut (via mahmrie)
When new troye sivan fans go on about “marrying troye”
oh my god. who the hell did this. i praise then. i worship you. i need this.