Dysfunctionalmasons

THIS BLOG IS MOVING AS OF OCTOBER 31, 2018. URL IS THE SAME.

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So I said I was going to make a list of the drafts I have in my box. I plan to move these over to my new blogs to continue once I am done over there; however, as always, for any reason at all if you wish not to continue a thread/verse/plot, etc... feel free to let me know and I will strike it off the list. [I’ll of course make one post per blog and check back when I’m finished remaking].

In no particular order:

@pinkpompomsandkatanas - Kimberly & Kamiizumi [x]

@vanityaintnosin - Kimberly & Will [x]

@elysiahellfire - Kole & Elysia [x]

@beautifullybrokenbrass - Kole & Bullet [x]

@pantslessoptimism - Kole & Sophie [x]

@hunterofpixiedust - Kole & Hailey [x]

@contrarymuses - Kimberly & Beau [x]

@ericbrandonrp - Kimberly & Eric [x]

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small maybe insignificant headcanon for the twins:

TW: Death, Heart Attack

I decided to kill off their uncle a few weeks ago *ahem*

Thomas Hale passed away in his sleep on October 18, 2018 at the age of 66. He was surrounded by his surviving wife Christine Hale (nee Brown), adoptive children (biological niece and nephew through his late sister Fiona) Kimberly and Kole Mason, and his youngest of two grandchildren Jason (Sonny) Mason. He is also survived by his three brothers as well as their families that reside in Ireland. Thomas had a history of heart complications, having been diagnosed with a heart disease when he was a child; he survived two heart attacks, the second being near fatal which contributed to his early retirement in the construction industry. From then to the time of his death, he had been taken care of by his nurse wife, who is also retired. 

Thomas’ passing has hit the Mason family very hard; though it was known that his time had come (told by Thomas himself) it was still not an easy thing to come to terms with. The twins’ aunt became a widow, losing her best friend and loving partner of almost 50 years. While the twins are devastated by the loss of their paternal figure, they’ve both set aside their grief for the time being to comfort their mourning aunt. Though, as anyone who knows Kimberly and Kole Mason are aware, their time of need will come.

Words spoken by Kole Mason at his uncle’s funeral: Thomas was loved by many; he was a good friend, a reliable confident, and a man who loved his family more than anything else in his world - in fact, we were his entire world. He will always be missed, but never forgotten. He taught my sister and I so much in our twenty-eight years of being his children, taken in after our mother passed away. Speaking of, he took up that mantle of a father and raised us as his own when he didn’t have to. There was no obligation, though he would argue differently. But whether it was his duty as a family member and our uncle or not, my sister and I have always appreciated the incredible act of kindness and love. We are so grateful to have been raised and loved by such a wonderful man, and we will miss him so much. We’ve always known how proud he was of us, but perhaps as equally as important...We were - are - always proud of him.

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*plays with his pants belt in front of Kim*

IC Interactions

Dark hues flicker from the belt to her husband’s face, the corners of her mouth curling in a slight smirk before her tongue snakes out to teasingly lick her lips. She leans forward from her spot on the couch, arms on her knees with her hands folded as she watches him, a sultrously sly look gleaming in her eyes. “Would you look at that,” she purred softly, “front row seat to my favorite show starring my favorite man in the world. And its free - unless," the smirk grew, “you want me to pay.” She wondered if she could slip a twenty in his underwear using only her teeth.

// @ribbedxgloves

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#DON’T TOUCH ME #NOW THIS IS TRUE LOVE

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“The one thing I’ve learned about teenagers is that they’re going to do whatever they want with their independence. I’ve told my kids, “If you’re going to do something, I just want you to be safe, smart, and responsible - and please, don’t make me a grandma before I’m 40,”.”

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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Jai Courtney accepts the FOXTEL Breakthrough Award during Australians In Film’s 5th Annual Awards Gala at NeueHouse in Los Angeles, C.A. [October 19, 2016]

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                                  I don’t

                                                  like             people

                                                                                 seeing me

                                        vulnerable

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🗝 for Kim

SEND 🗝 TO FORCE MY MUSE TO TALK ABOUT A TOPIC THEY NEVER WANT TO SPEAK OF

Tears pricked her brown hues, looking everywhere except directly at Eric or the small, clear baggie he was holding in his hand; her gaze dropped away from him as soon as he showed the white powdery substance to her, no doubt having found it in the drawer of the nightstand next to their bed - she had completely forgotten it was still there. It has been twelve years after all.

He asked her what it was, she didn’t answer him. Did she really need to? Eric wasn’t stupid. And still he asked. Seeing the substance again, a phantom sensation prickled her inner forearms - the tiny track marks, almost invisible to the naked eye, began to itch and burn. Fingers twitched and she raised a hand to scratch at the marks, only to drop it again as she reminded herself that it was just all in her head. 

He spoke with softness in his voice, he didn’t seem angry with her as she genuinely did expect - but just because he didn’t sound like it, didn’t mean he didn’t feel it. She avoided eye contact with him, both out of shame as well as she didn’t want to see the look of utter disappointment she suspected he had on his face. A part of her argued that she was being ridiculous - this was Eric, he wouldn’t judge her. He hasn’t yet, but that was the key word - yet.

Her history with drug addiction wasn’t anything new to him, she had been truthful about it. But whether she neglected to or actually did forget to tell him about the eight ball, the fact remained that she hadn’t told him everything like she promised she would. 

“I’m not using again, if that’s what you’re thinking...” Even if she had remembered the contents, when would she ever have the time or opportunity to relapse? When she was alone in the house, she buried herself in work and when Eric was home she spent all of her time with him and the boys. Kind of funny how she was too busy to get high, when it used to be that she was too high to properly function. 

“I’m completely clean and I have been for twelve years...I-I forgot that was even here...” He asked her why she even had it in the first place, the tears she had been holding back sprang from her eyes. “I don’t know!” But that wasn’t true. The eight ball of cocaine, her former drug of choice, had been kept solely as a reminder of what her addiction had cost her and that relapsing wasn’t worth losing everything she loved and held dear to her. It used to be a pain number and stress reliever - well, now she had other rather unhealthy habits to cope with that (with coffee being her go to substance). But instead of explaining that to him, she instead told him, “I don’t have an excuse that’s good enough! I just...After I got out of rehab, I just found it when I was cleaning out my old apartment when I was living with Joles...” the name left an awful taste in her mouth. 

“I thought the police seized everything when they arrested him...the place was sealed off for the entire year I was in rehab and they only let me back in to get my stuff so I could move in with my aunt and uncle until I was back on my feet...They took the drugs he had stashed and left everything else as it was - they didn’t even clean up my bloodstains...” she hesitated - should she explain? She decided not to, it wouldn’t be hard for him to guess what she meant anyway. “I was packing up things in the bedroom when I found that...It was underneath a floorboard - I didn’t even know it was there...That was the only thing left...Fuck, I know I shouldn’t turned it into the police or I should have flushed the damn thing but...but I took it...And I hid it...The stupidest thing I’ve ever done, I know, but...” It was done regardless.

She finally brought her eyes to meet his, her features hardened with heavy shame and guilt. The itching in her forearms grew worse as she spoke, Kimberly unconsciously giving in and scratching hard - her skin tainted with red blotches and thin lines, almost breaking from the force and sharpness of her nails. She was also trembling. 

“Eric, I swear to you, I never planned on using it! I’m fine, I’m completely fine,” it was her favorite lie, and yet right now she truly meant it. “I’m not lying...Please, please believe me...”

// @ericbrandonrp

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We all have a chapter we don’t read aloud, use this to free that bottled up emotion.

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Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts..

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Concept:

Kimberly’s sons tell her that they think she should start dating again and have already made out a plan to set her up with one of their high school teachers.

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[daily-otp-prompts]

Person A: I’m in love with you.

Person B: Okay… In a romantic way right? Not platonic? You actually are *in love with me*?

Person A: /sighs/ Yes. I’m in love with you. In a romantic way.

Person B: …why?

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In all honesty, in his drunken state of mind, Randy didn’t think much of the future at all. If he wasn’t in the drunken state he was in, yeah he probably would think a little bit more about his actions. Their mouthes came together for a kiss, it wasn’t a one sided kiss, Kimberly was quick to begin kissing him back. Randy’s moans hit her on the lips, he felt as she pushed forward and she made the kiss more firm and deeper. He was tasting the drink that she had during the night. 

 He feels as her tongue danced against his upper lip, Randy passionately begins sucking on her tongue. Stepping in closer to the brunette and presses his body against her own. The older male’s hands exploring her frame, moving to her lower back and to her backside. Definitely showing exactly WHAT he wanted tonight. Randy was more than willing to give her a night that she would be unable to forget.

It’s been too damn long since someone has kissed her like this, or kissed her at all. She starved herself of any form of intimacy, throwing herself deep into work and case files and ignoring the almost desperate desire for love and pleasure. She had been too badly burned because of her feelings before, the brunette too afraid to let herself fall into the arms of a man again. Alcohol was said to be liquid courage, she wasn’t proving that statement wrong at the moment. Perhaps, there was more to it than that, somewhere deep down, but being drunk was a sufficient excuse for now.

Shivers rocked through her body as she felt his hand slipped down her back, she arched into him, pressing further against his body, feeling the warmth and firmness. Kimberly moaned, the pleasuring sound only loud enough for Randy’s ears. It was clear what they both wanted, but this wasn’t the appropriate place. Her house wasn’t too far from the bar, a short drive, and she knew that both of her teenage sons weren’t home - unless he had something else in mind. But logically, neither of them could - or rather should - drive. Morally, she couldn’t condone it, but the growing need for him combined with the lustful haze clouding her better judgement - honestly, she really didn’t care how they ended up alone together, but that it was going to happen.

“Mmm, even better than I imagined,” she purred against his mouth after the kiss broke for them to catch their breath for a moment.