what? like it's hard?

trixie thompson. sixteen. and this is where you tell me i'm pretty.

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eaglesaurora·:

“Uh, do you need help with that there?” Aurora raised one of her dark brows towards the blonde. The junior had been making her way towards her last class of the day, able to make it into the door of the classroom before she heard the frustrated girl. She wasn’t just about to watch her humiliate herself like this, so she thought she’d offer her assistance. 

“Kind... of...” the blonde spoke between the tugs of the lock, a smile still plastered on her face. she gave it one last pull before tossing her hands in the air. “fuck it!” trix rolled her eyes, feeling frustrated and impatient. "i don't know what it is. but this locker does not like me. you can give it your best if you want." she slid to the side, briefly stumbling over her own feet.

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lilcamden·:

“honey…” lily paused, wondering as to whether or not she should just allow lily to do it or finish it herself.  “i –” she sighed, motioning with her hands for trixie to move aside before grabbing the lock herself. “give me your hand,” she stated, reaching for the girls hand and looking at the bracelet she gave her. anyone would think it was a medical bracelet, but it wasn’t. it was a small bracelet that lily gifted trixie after the second time she watched her struggle – on the small plate was trixies code. “it’s always going to be on you,” she said, her fingers turning the lock until finally hearing it click open. “there you go.” 

“oh lil! i wish i could heart eyes emoji you right now. ...wait one second.” slipping her phone from her back pocket, trix incorrectly entered her passcode a few times before sending a quick text. “okay, don’t look now but i think someone texted you.” the blonde tried to hide her grin, placing a small kiss on her friend’s cheek. “and before you say it. i promise to remember next time.” the lie was accompanied by a short nod, as if she hadn’t said it a million times before. twisting the bracelet around her wrist trixie frowned. “can you imagine if not all of us were able to come here? like, what would happen if we were...” leaning in closer she brought her voice down to a whisper “seperated.”

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caitsawyer·:

           she’d been watching the blonde struggle with her locker for the past ten minutes, a dopey and loving smile on her face as she approached her. truth be told, caitlin knew exactly why the girl was struggling, she’d switched the locks during free period  —- why? she was about to convince her that she was physic. “ trix…  “ she called out, reaching for the petite blonde’s arm in an attempt to keep her from tumbling over. “ stop, you’re going to kill yourself. “ she warned, with a shake of her head. “ and besides i can help. “ she paused, working on the way she’d phrase her next words for a moment before speaking. “ remember what i told you yesterday? my secret? “ she questioned with a wiggle of her brows. “ i think now is the best time to test, if i truly do have MAGICALpowers. i mean rescuing a princess? that sounds fantastical right? “

“magical.. powers?” trix tried not to give cait such a skeptical look. she’d never want the redhead to think she didn’t believe her. but her mind jumped to another place entirely at the mention of royalty. “oh, i am a princess! there’s that crown you guys got me last year for my birthday! you know the one!” she slipped her hand into the other girl’s before continuing. “it’s all shiny and has real diamonds in it. where’s it from again? that place that you said made me an honorary princess. fiddle sticks, i keep forgetting to tell lo we need to go there!” the blonde pulled out her phone in an attempt to search the name before her attention immediately jumped back to the shining sun in front of her. “sorry, sorry, distracted... again.” trix shrugged, giving a small apologetic smile. “what’s the test?”

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finleyhadland·:

“You okay there Trix?” Finley chuckled after he had watched her struggle with the lock for a moment, just to see if she was going to manage before he stepped in to help. “You know you’re not the first person I’ve had to do this for, you should have seen Jamie trying to get into hers.” He smirked softly as he reached around the small blonde, peering at her combination for a moment before he gently popper the lock open. “See, you just have to be soft with these ones, they actually work unlike the Crenshaw ones we had, they’re nice.” 

trix reached up to smush his cheeks, mouth wide in excitement at her now open locker. “finley, you deserve such a big bowl of cereal!” she slipped her bag from her shoulder, rummaging around in its contents. “someone should tell these beverly hillbillies that my squeaky locker was just fine! i had to kick it twice, slam on it once, and then pull on the lock three times... or was it four. who cares. it was easier.” the blonde huffed, tossing her books into the empty space. “these doors and halls are confusing. i was sitting in the wrong class for 30 minutes before someone told me 'you don’t belong here.' so i left! then the teacher got angry at me for trying to leave! it’s like that song, the catchy one, should i leave or should i stay now.”

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jamesonmatt·:

“oh trix,” he shook his head, leaning against the young woman locker.  “it’s 20, 30, 12, 03″ he finished, before turning to look at her. “hey, do you remember that porn magazine you found in my room and i told you it was my gay cousins?” he inquired, an eyebrow raising. he really never had the heart to tell his ex-girlfriend about his actual preferences. i mean, how could he? trixie didn’t deserve that – regardless of knowing that she’d forget.  “could you give it back — i need it. for scientific reasons.”  

the blonde’s lips pressed into a tight line as she concentrated on twisting the numbers of her lock. “success!” she clapped her hands, opening the locker and stealing small glances as he continued to talk.  trix paused, forehead scrunched as she tried to remember what the hell he was referring to. “oh fuck, hold on, you’re so distracting.” she quickly shut her eyes, doing a short mental sweep of her room. “i think... yeah, i think i know where it is!” soft green spheres popped back open, a huge smiling forming as she looked him up and down. “so, like, those experiments we do in science? setting stuff on fire? ...can i watch?”

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lorenatwood·:

loren smirked as he approached the blonde, wiping the grin off his face and replacing it with his signature scowl as he leaned againsted the lockers lining the halls along side hers. he looked down at her, having quite a few inches on the blonde, shaking his head at the sight. there were a few words that came to mind instantly to describe her.. crazed, unhinged, adorable — but that was trixie thompson, an undeniably adorable mess. at least to loren and he didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought. “you good, peanut?” he questioned with an arched brow. he motioned for her to to step aside before he took the lock between his hands, opening it in less than a second. he had her combination memorized for moments exactly like this. “there,” he shrugged. “no need to kill yourself.”

she didn’t put up a fight. didn’t argue. there was no resistance when it came to letting him help. it was just second nature. “speaking of food...” blonde locks began to twirl around her as trixie spun in a circle, waiting for her hero’s rescue. “i fit not one, not two, but... i think fifteen marshmallows in my mouth today!” the squeal that left her lips made others stare as they wandered past. but trixie never cared. not when her attention was so obsessively attached to something, someone, else. “it’s gotta be a record!” she beamed up at him. eyes wide as she admired the one good thing about her own school burning down and having to be stuck at beverly hills high. “oh! and this morning i found the perfect amount of fruit loops and milk for my bowl of cereal.” trixie slipped her arms around his torso, relishing in the familiar comfort as she continued to ramble on. “you would have tasted it if you were there this morning.” the blonde mumbled against his chest.

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❄️, 🍒,💤

❄️: “so easy! summer. i look best in bright colors and my friends are all lifeless bowls of potatoes. i bring happiness and sunshine to their lives.”🍒: “tell them they have a cute butt and they should break up with their girlfriend.”💤: “age is nothing but a number i have a hard time counting to.”

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🐝 🎶 🍓

🐝 : 👸🏼👙🤬🍭

🎶 : needy by ariana grande

🍓: one time i was too embarrassed to tell my friends that i ran over a nail with my jeep in the school parking lot and my tire blew out so i stole the wheel off someone else’s jeep and switched them. the janitor helped me.

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🐝

🍆🎀🖕🏼🌻

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“what in the white lava?” trixie muttered to herself. chipped pink nails wrapped around a lock as the blonde tried tugging on it for the fourth time. she opened her locker every day and every day she couldn’t truly remember the combination. “come on ya damn contraption!” she pulled harder, exhaling loudly in frustration. “all. you have. to. do. is. open” the blonde propped one foot on the locker below, using her weight to pull against the lock as if her bugs bunny strength would do the trick. “just fucking open!” at this point, trixie couldn’t help but laugh at how she ridiculous she must have looked.

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hiiii i'm sara and this is trixie. not going to lie, she probably has 10 brain cells. but they're good brain cells. who doesn't like drama so basically come plot with me! also, here's more stuff about her

birthplace: nashville age: sixteen likes: crenshaw cheerleading, cookies, netflix, dancing, all nighters, that one time she won a stuffed animal at the fair dislikes: waking up early, unsweet tea, trying to navigate busy roads, lack of farm animals digging in deeper trixie grew up with both her loving parents. her mother was fresh out of high school when she had trixie and her dad had just started his sophomore year in technical school. even though they had only known eachother a few months, they got hitched the moment they knew they were pregnant. luckily, trixie’s parents had the financial stability of her mother’s parents or else they probably wouldn’t have been able to support eachother let alone their new baby. her mom worked at the local daycare and was able to watch trixie during the day while her dad was a full-time mechanic. it would have been an altogether normal and happy life for trix if it wasn’t for a growing gambling debt her dad started to acquire. he was super into street racing and would use the majority of their gas money to travel outside the city just to bet on races he would almost always lose. trix’s parents were constantly arguing, even as she grew up. fast forward to before trixie started high school and she ended up across the country at crenshaw. her grandfather was a retired nashville detective and after the passing of his wife, he was in need of a different kind of scenery. getting trixie out of the house and into a better atmosphere was just the push he needed. trixie still calls her mom every week and although she attempts to speak to her dad, he usually blows her off. 401k’s can only pay for so much so she can be found working at the local bowling alley. she’s got a sunshiney attitude and can be hella optimistic. prone to telling other people’s secrets because she truly doesn’t realize it’s a secret. will go to bat for her friends but wants to pre-plan the fights because she needs the right outfit and make-up. waterproof mascara ya know? MORE TO COME TBH