#traqidies

[b1gcade]

for @traqidies & winter !

"your sister did the same thing," voice was nothing but a husky mumble, enough to hopefully not scare winter half to death. when summer had showed up to babysit rhett out of his milk catastrophe, cade had caught her by the horse stables more than once. to find winter there was no surprise, really. from what the oldest eaton had heard, they were polar opposites. so were most of the eaton's, but there was still love there. maybe the two of them could find it too. "one of the boys is about to take out a new one, if you wanna watch. don't turn your back on the fence, if you decide to stay."

[chroniclr]

STARTER CALL ⸺ for @traqidies as jamie alvarez from allie hayes

・ ⸺ ⋆ “ OH, PLEASE! ” allie was practically squealing, biting down on plump bottom lip as she leans across the table to jamie. she has that look on her face ... the one that spelled trouble.

“ you have to tell me who they are! ” her hands slap against table-top, palms drumming excitedly. allie had to live vicariously through other people at the moment ... her relationship with sean isn't the greatest at the moment. on one of their off-stages. A STAGE SHE RECKONS IS PERMANENT THIS TIME AROUND.

[chroniclr]

hey elsie, can you pls write me more winter pls & thank u

anything for my biggest fan

[hexfist]

“I made coffee… but don’t ask me how drinkable it is.” ( cait )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ... @traqidies.

SHE WAKES TO AN EMPTY BED , groping the spot beside her in search of another, only to be met with a dip in the mattress and a fading warmth to the sheets. Her heart sinks into her stomach, eyes shooting open as fear seeps into her bones. Had their night spent together been seen as a mistake? Had Vi’s actions in the bunker clouded Cait’s judgement? No … that couldn’t be … could it? She’d left her to sleep in her bed, after all. Wouldn’t kicking her out have made more sense?

It is as she rolls onto her back and pushes herself up that the bedroom door opens, Caitlyn standing in the entryway with two steaming mugs in hand. There is a shy smile on her face and a glow to her skin, and the words she speaks tumble awkwardly past her lips as she approaches the bed, extending a mug out to Vi in offering. Vi takes the mug in hand, bedsheets pooling around her bare waist. A laugh escapes her, and she shakes her head. “ Shit … Thought you’d left me or somethin’. Thought maybe I wasn’t as good as whatever Piltie chicks you’ve banged in the past. ” Not entirely the truth, but not entirely a lie, either. “ Thanks, Cupcake. I’m sure it’s fine. ”

[wornvalor]

𝐹eatures go softer at the words,  concerned wrinkle between brows slacken.  he's not trying to push him. “  hey,  ”  he's all clark, now.  softness who just wants this kid to have control.  to be himself in all the ways his father tried to erase his softness.  “  ryan, i'm not trying to test you ─ i just want you to be able to control it.  i know you don't like hurting people.   ”     that's homelander.  that's what vought expects.  ‘heroism’ at all costs.  presses lips together, expression saddening.  this kid,  this kid who just loved his mom,  has been browbeaten to all get out.  and his heart squeezes at the thought of what life would've been without martha kent.    “  you aren't in trouble if you mess up.  that's why we're out here.  all you can do is destroy some dead corn, or dirt.  i want you to be you.  not who he wants,  not who vought wanted to market you as.  you.  and i saw your face during that fake save.  hurting people isn't what makes you happy.  not like him.   ”   

he hovers above ground, toes of his boots nearly brushing hard-packed earth.  smallville's the only place safe to learn like this.  he can't make it home for him, but he can show him what made him.  he nods toward high school in the distance before he speaks again.   “  when i was twelve, and playing football with my friends in that field, i tackled a kid and i shattered his whole arm.  it was an accident, i would never have wanted that, but it happened.  and after my dad brought me out here with the scarecrows and told me to practice on those until i could tackle without breaking them.  this world's cardboard with people who have strength like you and i.  it's soft and breakable.  it just takes practice to learn when to be soft and when you can let it free.  that's what i want you to learn, ryan.  i'm not testing you, i'm not going to yell at you or rip you a new one if you don't get it.  i want to help you,  not control you.   ”    

@traqidies said: you have constantly tested me. ( ryan )

[ashcrft]

watch. for sender's muse to just silently watch the receiver's muse as they sleep. ( tobias ) @traqidies

she wasn't used to having eyes on her -- well, that wasn't true. she wasn't used to having eyes on her that she KNEW about. that she consented to. she thought about those photos every now and then, so many over the years staring at her from the old hotel bed... but, luckily, that's not what was on her mind now.

there's drool on the pillow beneath her, grace could tell once she started to come to. how long had she been asleep? had she actually... slept through the night? when was the last time THAT happened? sunlight drifting through the window, an anomaly considering she often woke up before dawn (whether for work or because of the nightmares), her eyes slowly fluttering open to meet --

"hey, you." a soft murmur, a hand rising to wipe at her mouth when she finally had the wherewithal to feel a LITTLE bit embarrassed about the drool. "what... what time is it?" wait. the sun. the time. she shot up immediately, hands quickly reaching for her phone to check the clock.

"ooooooooh my god, i -- i am SO late for work." hours late. like 'might-as-well-not-show-up' kind of late. her boss had texted her, threatening her with a wellness check if she didn't respond by noon. grace frantically replied, letting him know that she was fine -- a pause, eyes flickering over to him before going back to her phone -- and quickly letting dempsy know that she wouldn't be coming in today.

"i am -- SO sorry." beet red now, hands moving to cover her face as if that would contain her embarrassment. "i hope... you haven't been up long, have you?"