few could possibly understand the depth of it all, the uphill BATTLE made of claws and teeth and admitted spite. ❛ hard to be soft, tough to be tender. ❜ of standing toe to toe with men twice your size and coming out alive and higher up than any of them could possible imagine. gloria knows she understands. enough for her to offer up the adage of something stronger than beer.
lyrical sc// @w4rwhispers
GOOD MORNING !!! Going to tidy up and finish organizing my house then get on my blogs to get things going cause spice is coming a day late friends. ALSO , welcome the newest member of my blog roll and latest mistake @enduredshe
it's always a question, always attempting to understand what it's like. WAR & TRIAGE, too similar in how her spine remembers instinct. ❛ it's the terror of knowing what this world's about. ❜ she's too casual about it, a shrug, a chuff of amusement.
lyrical sc// @jennifershepard
Gloria’s preference for older lovers has never come from a weird insecurity or lack of personal relationships…it’s competency, it’s leadership, it’s attraction to someone with life experience and that scratches the intellectual brain and becomes sensual.
A PEAK AT WHAT’S INSIDE THEIR . . .
[ * ] writing prompt ) : send a number 1 - 30 to take a closer look inside this characters life. / below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life. these are meant to invoke character development & can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question. bonus if you explain why it’s there!
01. pockets. 02. bag / purse. 03. car trunk. 04. car glovebox. 05. closet. 06. bedside table drawer. 07. medicine cabinet. 08. wallet. 09. “junk” drawer. 10. pantry. 11. phone home screen. 12. frequently used emojis. 13. to do list. 14. computer home screen. 15. bookcase. 16. cd collection. 17. calendar for this month. 18. “secret” hiding spot. 19. five most recent in contact list. 20. refrigerator. 21. home safe. 22. amazon shopping cart. 23. bank account. 24. first aid kit. 25. five most recent in google search history. 26. most used playlist. 27. least used playlist. 28. five most recent sent text messages 29. five most recent received text messages 30. netflix watch history.
Hello, consider this my dynamics, mains, affiliate and all that fun stuff call. there’s a couple shippy things I have brewing in my head but they’re not mandatory and she could use other dynamics as well.
night shift makes sense for her because she's a night owl to begin with. night terrors are relentless even with meds, even with therapy ( clearly night terrors can't get you in the day time soooo ). her body, her brain and internal clock were re-wired in the military; she can survive off minuscule amounts of sleep and still be high-functioning. that never leaves her, but that doesn't mean she isn't perpetually exhausted. it makes her ability to pull working doubles very frequently seem superhuman.
Leon’s grabbing her by the jaw |: @washsins
heat curls under her skin, violence biting the edges, like a spark in the air before a storm breaks. his hand was on her, rough and anticipated, fingers clamping around her jaw and tilting her head up like she was something he owned. that's what it was; an ache to be wanted for more than the war in her veins. consumed in a way that suffocates every haunting at her heels. lip curled before her brain could catch up. a smile, slow and cutting, almost sweet in the right light, and he knew better. but the moon cast a shadow, held a spotlight on her. the stuttering of lifted hips interrupted their rhythm; leon catches her before she can torment any further. ❛ did i even stand a chance? ❜ a ragged exhale, amusement flushed as a glow on her cheeks. hand dancing across his chest wraps around his wrist, honey eyes fixated and still taunting in a silent dare. her head tilts, guiding to her throat and pressing into calluses. ❛ you have the stamina for it, don't you? or is age catching up? ❜
❛ i don't know why you're telling me. i'm not involved. you made that, very clear. ❜
holt & diaz quote starters // @bychuck ( frankiiiieee )
❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞ @pittmade
jack says it so simply, so matter of fact as if reading from an un-refuted diagnosis and for a split second, SHE FORGETS HOW TO BREATHE. she takes a small step toward him, enough for the edges of her exhaustion to melt into something else. she reaches out, fingertips grazing the hem of his scrubs like she’s grounding herself. tense shoulders melting down, well into a shift that dragged on too long and left too many ghosts behind. she should be immune to tenderness by now in this environment but if anything, gloria indulges more. ❛ yeah, i couldn't sleep before shift. ❜ she admits, voice barely above the hum of the fluorescents and break of morning light through the automatic doors.
she's cradled a coffee that's been re-heated half a dozen times that night alone in her other hand. her frame titled, leaning against the counter but more into him as subtle as could be mustered for their proximity. there's no struggle to find his gaze, it's already on her, already poking at the faint hue of pink adorning her cheeks. gloria didn't blush but she does for him. she smiles then, the kind that blooms slow and steady like something she didn’t think could grow anymore. ❛ you know, i'm getting tired of packing a bag and...you always make coffee better than mine. ❜ it's a flash of movement so subtle that any wandering eyes wouldn't thinks twice of the rogue kiss to his stubbled jaw. she lingers with weariness and the reflection of stars hung around him in her honey eyes. ❛ from a scientific perspective, it seems that the only probable conclusion here is to eliminate sleeping apart. ❜
her hand doesn’t move. it stays there, over his chest, over the heat of a heart still BEATING, even if it feels like it’s barely holding on. her fingers curl a little, as though she could press through flesh and bone and cradle it in her palm with tenderness. ❛ what am i without my hypocrisy? ❜ her smile is world-weary, a life lived before she ever stepped foot into the emergency department. one she couldn't shake from her bones or broken soul. just the same, she couldn't shake off obligations, duty, her purpose in this world. ❛ i know we do, trust me on that — ❜ a pause to relinquish touch, if only to toy with the pocket of his hoodie. ❛ i'm just asking for a day. the details of which i will be forcing you to relax and in turn i will relax so it's mutually beneficial. ❜
tired eyes flick to the hand on his chest like it's an open wound. the warmth of it hurts and sears his skin, in the way that softness does when you're starving for it. he can't afford to vanish. too many people need him functioning, unflinching. to unravel is not an option, not even at the seams. “ have you ever thought about taking your own advice? ” he offers a small grin before shaking his head. “ people like us. we belong here. ” they couldn't walk away if they wanted to.