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˙ ˖ ✶ Cade
"Perfect! Because if I tasted everything I made I'd have way too much of a sugar rush and I don't think I wouldn't get sick of it. At least this way I can look forward to seeing you again, and making something else." Vex mused. "Music, well pretty much everything. Because my parents were so into their isolated lifestyle I didn't get to experience much so I think I'm in that phase of loving everything. You're fine, pry away. Kind of hard to say no when you're that nice."
"I'd try anything you'd bake for sure. Nothing wrong with that at all as far as I'm aware. So you ever want someone to taste test or anything of that nature, by all means- I'll definitely volunteer for that," Cade answered easily with a short nod to punctuate his words. "What kinds of books and music are you into? If you don't mind me asking, that is. I don't mean to pry too much into anything."
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“What is the best drink on the menu?” Allard asked the stylist, placing an empty glass on the table. He’d already tried a few of the cocktails, but they were fun to talk about. Especially the laced ones. “Have you managed to find any way to be lucky tonight?”
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Chip paused in front of a television in the ballroom, watching closely as the cameras settled on Nvidia. Fog was quickly filling the arena, and even he didn’t know what it would bring. “Sh-She’s fucking smart,” he muttered when he noticed another presence. “DD-istrict Thr-Three could use her.”
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text mssg 📲 (not) twin
camila: i have a problem
camila: i'm sitting in leo's house in his shirt with nothing else on and i think i like him
camila: i'm having a CRISIS
#c:cade#💁🏻would fall in love ;; phone#for reference she's probably denied having feelings for like a long time to cade lmao
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"Hell no. Haven't you ever smoked before?" JJ laughed. Weed wasn't like speed pills that helped you focus. "If the strain has more indica it chills you out, if the strain has more sativa it gives a lot energy. There's no in between that helps you focus. I guess it would depend on person to person." Science involves Math. I suck at both." Reading the instructions Cade pointed it at. JJ still didn't know what it was trying to tell him. "Got nothing, dude."
cade stared at the other and a sigh had soon fallen past his lips, shaking his head. ❝ isn't a kind of weed supposed to help you focus on things and help you? ❞ he questioned, though he didn't let the other answer. ❝ and science isn't even that hard to do, especially when there are instructions. literally. right there. ❞ he exclaimed and jabbed his index finger at the book that was right beside the other.
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Sebastian begrudgingly rolled out of his bed across the room and made his way over to his friends' side. Where Cade was laid in his typical browsing position and poked his foot. “See, Cade, Cadarino, Friendship, your feet are still there. See?”
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"I'm unique? Thanks, I guess. Most would use the word nuisance instead. Sure, go ahead I think if you could find out the cause that would be great." This new world was extremely perplexing to the vampire, his life held entirely still as the world moved on without him. "If you think you could give me back my memory I'm willing to do anything, and um could we also have fun dates? Pretty sure I'd like more than just my mouth on your neck,"
"Ah, on the contrary, that's exactly what makes you and your case…so unique. Hmm, I don't think so, though if you wish to be absolutely certain…I can run some blood tests." Not that Cade needed a blood test to check, but having a few vials of vampire blood on hand never hurt. "I may not be an expert in the bloodsucker lifestyle, but I am a healer." He couldn't help the genuine smile that appeared. "I can perhaps help find a cure or a way to return your memory to you, if not....my father might have an answer. So, unfortunately not the fun kind of date, though I would suppose it'd be only fair for me to offer you my neck in return."
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“I swear it’s not as bad as it looks.” Cade assured the other as he tossed his backpack up over his shoulder. “I promise I’m fine. It was a stupid fight. The other guy looks way worse.” The boy added as a dull ache started to form behind his eye. He winced slightly, as he brought his fingers up to wipe away a small amount of blood and shrugged. “That’s what he gets for insulting you.”
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You know, it involves three people?
No idea.
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@thevacantheart-cade
Ella was walking through the quad, she was bored and she was feeling like a little fun, she was going to go find Stella but instead she saw someone else who she had seen outside painting before. She knew it was Julian which wasn’t a relief since she didn’t need him questioning her for what she was about to do. Walking up to the guy who she had already met a while ago, she smiled softly before reaching over to him and stopped him from painting. “Just stay quiet for one moment.” She stated before placing her hands on his cheeks and kissing him just a little.
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Chip went to scratch at the top of his hat, which wasn’t there, so he just ended up messing up his hair. “N-No, no, I’ll fucking do it.” He glanced around quickly, waiting for Lysander or a supervisor to suddenly appear and tell him he shouldn’t try it. “Wh-Which one?”
chip-foster:
Chip rarely liked conversations that started off talking about rumors, but this one actually intrigued him. He’d been far more interested in the slot machines than the card games. “I-I’m not saying I can,” he said with a slight shake of his head, “b-but I also don’t need th-the money if I did.”
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He gave a slow, puzzled nod, as if Chip had just spoken in riddle to him. “So– so you’re saying that you… won’t hack the slot machine?”
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Chip was trying to cut through the hallway where stylist studios were located. He had a plate full of food he planned to stuff his face with on his break. But before he could get far, he tripped over a mannequin stand and sent the food flying to the floor. “Fuck.” He was already hangry as it was.
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after her conversation with leo, there was no one camila needed to see more than her brother. although things had gone well, she just felt... sick. not in a bad way, but she was terrified of things changing between them and she didn’t want that. she liked what they had. so, of course she had to go to cade. even though she was older, it was only by a few months and they had basically been raised as twins. he was her best friend. she knocked on his door, bouncing impatiently (despite it being pretty early in the morning. @ohcades
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"Who writes your plans, the village idiot?" "I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it" [for any of your couples!! we dont rp together sadly <3]
"Ava, I'm sorry, but do you happen to have a better plan? Or should we just, I don't know, turn ourselves in for fuck sakes?"
"Uh... okay wow ouch. How do you suggest we go about this then?"
#i lie we do rp together#i just change identities a lot#c:cade#otp: evade#and i've had like hella caden muse lately actually#troublewrites
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“There’s some better stuff to do in my bunk. If you’d like.” Cade was supposed to be at work– as usual– but had taken to wandering the compound, a bit hung over from Ama’s moonshine and looking for someone to share some of his special plants he was keeping under stolen grow lights in one of the janitorial closets in the most run down hangar. He grinned, tilting his head as he propositioned his latest victim for some fun. He didn’t even care who they were or what they did, life was short, his would probably be shorter, he may as well enjoy it. “Come on. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
“Fuck off,” Surya muttered, but she was already closing the binder on the desk in front of her and standing up. “Ama’s special tonic still hitting you hard?” She wasn’t sure if her tolerance had gone down, or the moonshine was just incredibly strong. She was a heavyweight before the outbreak, posing for perfect pictures with glasses of bubbly and then knocking back less photogenic liquor until she passed out.
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