#brianna hanson quote

[merrcat]

“I just don’t even know what I want anymore.” – Brianna Hanson

#selfie #boredom #bored #high #getting high #quote #quotes #grace and Frankie quote #brianna hanson quote #kinda depressed #idk #idk what to do

[eddysocs]

Introducing: Sheldon McKinney

Fandom: Grace & Frankie

Face Claim: Hannah Marks

Full Name: Sheldon Cassidy McKinney

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Shel, Shelley (ONLY Brianna gets to call her this)

Age: 24

Myers Briggs Type: ISTJ

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Love Interest: Brianna Hanson

Occupation: Former Hacker/Amateur Graphic Designer/Head Of Tech At Say Grace

Collections: Phone Cases

Style/Clothing: Sheldon kind of dresses like an emo wannabe. Most often she’ll be in head to toe black, dark makeup, or none at all, and her hair either an unruly mess or done up in a loose, messy bun.

Signature Quote: "Give me enough time and caffeine and I can do just about anything on this bad boy." *slaps laptop*

Plot Summary: After Brianna witnesses her skill and talents with computers and graphics in an internet cafe, she’s eager to recruit Sheldon to help bring Say Grace into the 21st century. Thrilled at the opportunity to make some real and legitimate cash, Sheldon accepts. Though notoriously antisocial and notably hard to work with, Sheldon is reluctantly accepted into the Say Grace family and miraculously into Brianna's heart as well.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @bossyladies, @getawaycardotmp3, @misshiraethsworld, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw

#oc: sheldon mckinney #fc: hannah marks #fd: grace & frankie

[graceandfuckingfrankie]

Brianna: You’re such a bitch!

Mallory: No, YOU’RE such a bitch!

Brianna: No, you are!

Mallory: No! Y-

Robert: Stop it, girls!

Grace: Yeah, stop!

Grace: You’re both a bitch.

Robert: Not where I was going with that-

#grace and frankie incorrect quotes #grace and frankie #grace hanson #robert hanson #brianna hanson #mallory hanson

[irpula-blog]

Brianna 😅👌💕

#grace and frankie #brianna hanson #quote

[this-fucking-guy]

Brianna: Hey Coyote, wanna play an extreme sport?

Coyote: I've done one before, and I didn't like it.

Brianna: Oh? Which one?

Coyote: Living.

#grace and frankie #gaf #incorrect grace and frankie #incorrect gaf #incorrect quotes #brianna hanson #coyote bergstein

[incorrectgraceandfrankiequotes]

Brianna: Frankie, would you do me the honor of becoming my mom's wife?

Grace: Did you just propose to her for me?

Brianna: Someone had to do it.

#incorrect quotes #grace and frankie #Grace Hanson #brianna hanson #frankie bergstein #source: unknown

[somebody-already-took-this-url]

Madison: aunty Brianna, there's a monster under my bed

Brianna: don't be silly, there's no such thing as monst- OH MY GOD ITS TEARING OFF MY ARM! Just kidding, he only eats kids. Goodnight!

#aunty brianna is the best babysitter #incorrect grace and frankie quotes #incorrect quotes #grace and frankie #brianna hanson

[sundayinthcpark]

Mallory: I really don't like you.

Brianna: That's okay, I like myself enough for the both of us.

#mallory hanson #brianna hanson #grace and frankie #source: mom #incorrect grace and frankie #incorrect quotes

[stuffandwonder]

Barry: I know you're upset. I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Brianna (crying): It's not a joke, I'm a legit snack.

#incorrect quotes #grace and frankie #the good place #brianna hanson #i did a thing #I'm sorry but i suddenly realised i could so see brianna saying/doing this lol

[supermysteriouscat]

You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol, you treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol. It’s science.

Brianna Hanson

#grace and frankie #incorrect quotes #brianna hanson

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

For the fandom meme how about Grace and Frankie and Killing Eve? (LOL)

WHOO!

Grace and Frankie:

Want as my mentor: I mean, Frankie. She is my #lifegoals

Bake cupcakes for: Allison. I would bust out all the allergy-friendly baking tricks!

Lend my books to: Mallory. I feel like she would probably share my love of Sophie Kinsella.

Put thumbtacks on the chair thereof: NICK. (Sorry, Nick! I do what I do!) He’s rich, he can deal.

Have a crush on: Oh man, it’s weird to think about this show in these terms! Maybe Coyote, because he is very sweet and dorky and well-meaning and I like that energy.

Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Robert and Sol’s really mean friend that I can’t even remember the name of! That guy carries some serious negativity around!

Follow as captain of a ship: GRACE HANSON

Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Sol. We would absolutely never get anything done because we’re both too non-confrontational, but we’d have a jolly time!

Marry: Bud, who has shown he can handle a long term relationship with a woman who is allergic to literally everything.

Want as my boss: NOT BRIANNA. My frail constitution wouldn’t be able to take it. Frankie. I think she would be a DELIGHT.

Sue: NICK. But not in a fun “I was just trying to get you to date me!” way. Aw, hell, no! I’m suing you for the emotional damages incurred by the s5 finale, SIR!

Want as my best friend: Carl the Doggo.

Killing Eve:

Want as my mentor: I literally felt myself make a scrunched up, “Yikes” face considering this question. So I guess: nobody?

Bake cupcakes for: Geraldine. Oh, girl! (Plus, it’s a good plan to keep on her good side if she’s secretly The Twelve.)

Lend my books to: I’m not lending any of these disaster humans any of my books!

Put thumbtacks on the chair thereof: Villanelle. Honestly, I’d just like to see how she would deal with it, even though it’s probably not super wise to be like, “Let’s test your not-killing-anymore resolution with this cool prank!”.

Have a crush on: Eve Polastri and her magnificent hair and the terrifying way she eats cereal! Also Jamie; as Danny Sapani goes, so goes my nation! (I hope he and the other Bitter Pill workers stick around beyond s3! Also, I quote that line from Oz about Willow all the time and I truly don’t know where it’s from or what it means. I just like the sensibility.)

Pack up and leave if they moved next door: Um, EVE AND VILLANELLE. I’d be delighted by their decision to cohabit, and then immediately remove myself for my safety.

Follow as captain of a ship: Carolyn!

Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: ELENA. Elenaaaaaaaa!

Marry: I feel like the pickins are slim for marriage material here. I will instead throw a wish into the universe that Eve and V might marry each other.

Want as my boss: I’d rather ... not get involved w/ any of these people on a professional level.

Sue: The writers for not giving Eve enough s3 screentime.

Want as my best friend: NIKO! I don’t know, it feels like he deserves a win. I like that he has a chicken and cooks and has been known to deliver bread. Also, something about writing that made me realize, abruptly: Niko/Geraldine????? Two pitiful, fandom-despised, suffering, decent sorts who yearn for an emotional safe harbor to call home! And while Niko is sort of old for her, KONSTANTIN WAS OLDER.

#dollsome's deep thoughts #grace and frankie #killing eve

[fictorium]

Hi! I'm here to be extremely predictable in your ask box. How about Grace/Frankie, "Lousy lovers pick their prey / But they never cry out loud" (Fleetwood Mac, "Gold Dust Woman") Thank you so much!

“Well?” Frankie throws herself into the hotel room’s one armchair, pretending she hasn’t paced a track in the carpet with her Birkenstocks. “What’s the skinny? Who’s the San Diego Donald Trump who snapped up our house?”

Grace freezes in that way she does, like a goddamn Grecian statue with a killer blowout. As though by standing still enough, she can wait Frankie out, let her forget the question in the first place. Which has only been successful four times, so that’s how much she knows. 

“Who do you think?” Grace relents, heading straight for the mini bar. Her limp is really easing up now, but whether that’s healing or the Percocet kicking in, Frankie’s not dumb enough to take that bet. 

“Assuming it’s not our worst ever president, my money’s on the too-jolly not-a-saint Nick. Am I close?”

Her only answer is a wince and a tiny bottle of Grey Goose downed, neat. 

“He thought he was helping.” Grace’s voice has that rasp to it now, the dry throat of hangovers and the times someone made her cry. Not that Frankie gets to see the tears, of course, but she knows when they’ve been cried. “He is helping. He’s signing the house back over to us for a dollar. Just as soon as you…” That vague wave of her hand, but Frankie can see that Grace’s knuckles are still white. 

“Legally exist?” Frankie supplies, because she can dig in for them both right now. She can be the one who drags them through this time. “And what about the bats in our belfry?” A blank look. “The holes, in the walls?”

“Oh. Taken care of apparently. So maybe we’re just as feeble as our kids think. After all these years… I finally had to rely on a man. Even with Robert I never, I didn’t… I had the business, and…”

Frankie knows her way round this by now. It’s a lot like the time she ‘volunteered’ at the big cat rescue. No direct approach, no eye contact. Just skirt around the edges and pounce from behind. It’s how she ends up with her arms around Grace’s (tiny, god, how still so tiny?) waist. 

“You are Grace Hanson,” Frankie tells her, doing her very best RBG voice for effect. “And you don’t need any man. Take the house and flip it. Knock it down if you want to. I’m pretty sure I can handle one of those big diggers. Like Miley, I can be your wrecking ball, if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, you cannot.” Grace is back to sniffling. It’s under control. Frankie can’t let go too soon, or it all goes to hell again. 

“Can’t what? Be a wrecking ball?”

“Operate heavy machinery. You’re usually too stoned, for a start.”

“Then we get our house back. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Did he put my name on the deeds as ‘Kooky’?”

Grace ducks her head, guilty by association. “I’m sure we can iron all that out. You really think I can accept the house?”

“We’ve already paid for it once over, being married to those gay guys,” Frankie jokes. “Or did you want to share a hotel room with me for the rest of your life?”

Grace turns in Frankie’s embrace, leaning into her instead of pulling away. “The… rest of my life?”

“Well, the way I see it between resurrection and outwitting our kids, we’re one hell of a team. And like the Chicago Bulls in ‘98, or... or... Bert and Ernie! You don’t break up a winning team.”

Grace smiles, and it’s a little tight around the edges, but it’s a smile. “Am I Ernie?”

“Oh Grace,” Frankie sighs. “You’re so clearly Bert. Not the eyebrows, but still.”

“You know, Brianna always says those puppets are more than roommates. Granted, she says it to make Mallory’s kids ask difficult questions, but I’m just putting that out there.”

There it is again. That glint in Grace’s eye that Frankie tries to tell herself is some weirdly specific hallucination. Like the month where she saw a tiny Elvis on Sol’s shoulder almost all the time. Only this is a very welcome sight, and one Frankie might have to admit is real.

“Well, you did say we’re strong, independent ladies who don’t need no man...”

“Did I?” Grace doesn’t like it when she knows Frankie is quoting, but isn’t sure what from. Well tough, she’s going to have to get used to it. Because Grace is in Frankie’s arms, and she doesn’t feel much inclined to let her go anytime soon. 

But then Grace is kissing her, all forward and pushy and mindblowing. It’s the little dot beside a painting, it’s the adoption papers finally clearing, it’s 2-for-1 at Del Taco and that amazing kush in San Francisco, all in one. 

When they part, Frankie’s lips are tingling and Grace’s hand is on her cheek. “I...”

“Ready to come back from the dead?” Grace asks, pulling away and scooping up her purse. Her tears are dry now, no sign she was ever in disarray. “Because I think it’s about time we went home, don’t you?”

“Grace-”

“And since I’m so used to having you right there, I think we should talk about sharing my bedroom.”

Brisk, all business, turning the world inside out like it’s nothing. That’s Grace all right. 

“But you only have one bed,” Frankie makes her last feeble protest, gesturing to the twin beds behind them. 

“That’s right.” And Grace honest-to-Oprah winks. It’s just as well Frankie hasn’t blown out her knee, because they get decidedly weak in that moment. 

“Cool,” is all Frankie can think to say, but then there’s Grace’s arm linked with hers, and they’re heading out into the world together. Together. If this is coming back to the land of the living, then Frankie is more than okay with it.

And judging from the smile on Grace’s beautiful face as the valet brings the car around, so is she. 

#chainofclovers #grace and frankie #my own march madness #frankie bergstein #grace hanson #femslash #oneshot #this took forever to write for some reason #like three lines a day lol #please always be predictable

[eddysocs]

Grace & Frankie OC: Maddie Schwartz

Basics

Face Claim: Zendaya Coleman

Full Name: Maddie Ashlynn Schwartz

Birthday: May 13th

Age: 24

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian, Polyamorous

Style/Clothing

Her fashion is equal parts sleek and comfortable. She always wears the softest fabrics, even when they’re structured jackets and pressed pants.

Personality

Myers Briggs Type: ENFP

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Habits And Mannerisms: Tossing her hair back

Skills/Talents: Caregiving, cooking

Savvy: Marketing

Guilty Pleasure: Go carts

Relationships

Family: Mom, Grandmother

Friends: Brianna, Coyote

Rivals: Nick

Lovers: Grace Hanson, Frankie Bergstein

Miscellaneous

Occupation: Resident Care Aide

Collections: Polaroids

Accent: American

Signature Quote: "Let’s make the Ménage a Moi team a ménage a trios."

Plot Summary

When Grace and Frankie are forced to move into the retirement home, there they meet Maddie. She’s worked with the seniors there since she graduated high school and she’s never met anyone like them. She quickly gets wrapped up in their world and makes it her mission to get them their house back. To thank her for her efforts, they invite her to live with them.

Forever Tag: @stone-hearted-seymour, @randomfandomingwrites, @perfectlystiles, @oreostars, @foxesandmagic, @boyiega, @itsjustgracy, @anotherunreadblog, @fiercefray, @misshiraeth98, @malice1329, @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle, @codenamekryptonite, @bravelittleflower, @witchofinterest, @raith-way, @farrradays, @annibunnysworld, @ari-shipping-stuff, @starklore, @izzafizza

#oc: maddie schwartz #fc: zendaya coleman #fd: grace & frankie

[graceandfuckingfrankie]

Brianna: If I may interject...

Mallory: Oh, awesome, Brianna was eavesdropping.

#grace and frankie #mallory hanson #brianna hanson #grace and frankie incorrect quotes

[somebody-already-took-this-url]

Frankie: can you drive me somewhere? I need to get snacks.

Brianna: what did mom say when you asked her?

Frankie: Grace said no.

Brianna: then why should I say yes?

Frankie: because she's not the boss of you

Brianna, squinting: ...feels like a trick... ok let's go

#incorrect grace and frankie quotes #grace and frankie shitpost #grace and frankie #incorrect quotes #frankie bergstein #grace hanson #brianna hanson #source: unknown #shitpost

[somebody-already-took-this-url]

Coyote: just tried watermelon on pizza. Honestly? Not terrible.

Brianna: that's him officer, that's the guy right there. Take the shot before he gets away.

#incorrect grace and frankie quotes #grace and frankie #incorrect quotes #brianna hanson #coyote bergstein