You’re a boy. You’ve been coddled and cared for, pampered and hugged. For you, it’s always summertime; living is easy. Daddy’s rich, momma’s good looking, you’re a Grant! You got money in your blood. You are a boy. I’m a man. 


There’s something my grandmother used to do whenever I’d start dating someone; I would tell her his name and then she would say ‘Oh, what part of town does he live in?’. That was her way of asking if my boyfriend was white. Oh yeah, my grandmother was an out-and-out racist. So I know what prejudice looks like.


You spoiled, entitled, ungrateful little brat! You have everything handed to you on a silver platter and you squander it. You’re given the world and you can’t appreciate it because you haven’t had to work for anything! So now you’ve decided that the one thing you want is my daughter, my child, mine. What I made. What I created. You could talk about what a great lay she is and try to get a response from me all you want. But guess what? I am actually quite literally above your pay grade, which means that I know that you believe that you are in love with her, as wrong as you may be. 


get to know me meme » [15/25] female characters: melody “mellie” grant

↳ You’re supposed to hate the woman. Isn’t that the standard trope? The seductress, the slut, the tramp who led your man astray. And I do. I loathe Olivia Pope. But it’s a boring sort of hate. Uninteresting, cliche. It’s hard to even get my back into it. But Fitz? I found him. I cleaned him up after that monster who raised him damaged his spirit. I am the one who told him he was someone. I am the one who cheered him on and listened to him ramble about his hopes and his dreams. I am the one who focused him. I did all the work. I did all the work and now she gets to reap the benefits? No. No, I made him. He exists because I say he exists.