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mason dalgaard my past has tasted bitter for years now, so I wield an iron fist grace is just weakness or so I've been told. i've been C O L D, I've been merciless var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5458281"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[scottmccaall]

[dracarysnoir]

[masondalgaard]

—TULLY.

             Although usually less chipper than what she seemed to be right now, Tully’s true self wasn’t that far off how she was acting towards the man right now, unlike her brother. “Oh, I’m not that good with strangers– especially drunk ones. They tend to get a little groppy and then I have to show him what I’m made of, and it’s not a pretty sight.” Her tone was nothing short of joke, although in reality, that’s usually exactly how things went without anyone truly knowing. “Everyone should be confident enough to do whatever suits them,” she pointed out, eyebrows raised at the man before she finished off what she was eating, opting to wipe anything away from her jeans. “For example, if I wanted to run around the streets naked, I would. —Would you?”

              Her confession had peaked his interest. Not just because he was some stranger who was often drunk, but he was curious just what she was made of. He had been through his fair share of women who had put him in his place and clearly there was no shortage of those similar. “Oh really? Well, now I’m curious to see all that you’re capable of. Not that I want someone to offend you in any way, but it would entertaining to watch you take someone out or do something of the sort.” He chuckled, admiring the woman for a second before glancing over at the drunkard once again. “Easier said than done, my friend.” Though, not with him. Mason had too much confidence. Too much that it went to the point that he was just flat out cocky. “Would I? Come on, that’s easy. I have no fear in doing that. Hell, we could do it right now even. I’m confident enough.”

[masondalgaard]

—CASSIDY.

“Just. A. Game.” She repeated for a third time, alcohol weighing heavy on her breath. There’d been a sober moment, perhaps even two, over the last few weeks, but nothing that could amount to Cassidy thinking straight, which she imagined explained why she’d dragged Mason out here, of all people. “He’s only a little trigger happy, if you’re quick enough you’ll be fine. You keep saying you’re eight shades of amazing. Haunt me all you like, it might be the only chance you ever get to see me naked.”

It was never just anything with Cassidy. At least, not when it involved the both of them. Their friendship ( if one could even call it that ) was different, to the say the least. It mainly consisted of Cassidy driving Mason into the ground while he tried to get at her even though he knew it would never happen. They did nothing but play cat and mouse with one another, so he knew good and well that there was no way it was just a game right about now. “I am amazing, Cass, hence why I don’t want to risk dying. Then this world would be without me and who would want to live without me? If you say yourself, then just know I know you’re only kidding yourself.” He chuckled, giving her a teasing roll of the eyes before looking forward once again. “As much as I know we both want to see one another naked, I don’t have it in me to act like some peeping Tom... even if I was dead and you’d have no idea. We’ll have to settle for seeing that view while we’re still alive, sorry.” 

[masondalgaard]

—SAWYER.

A month; it had been a month since Sawyer’s life had been turned upside down. In one foul swoop, he had not only lost his life, but had been turned into one of the very things he despised above all else. He was no longer a hunter, he was no longer human; he was no longer the man that he had once been. Each night seemed to blur together, each night a mixture of alcohol and the very thing he was usually spitting out after a brawl in the bar, the very thing he now needed to consume in order to keep on living — or pretending to live. That night was no different, with the bottle clutched in his hand, with the remnants of blood on his tongue, always seeming to taste it no matter how long he tried to go between feeding. His willpower was not what it once was. He had stopped caring, was nearly on the verge of giving up on trying. Elijah was dead, Parker was gone, and Cassidy had left him standing in the living room of his own home, with blood still smeared across his chest. It was the familiar smell of Cass that had initially pulled his attention, followed by the chuckling from the other male. Narrowed eyes turned onto the other, jaw clenching at the words. “How about you make this easy on yourself, and walk the fuck away?”

It was such an unwarranted frustration that Mason held for Sawyer. He barely knew the guy, apart from what Cassidy and others had said. But Mason had an arrogant attitude that often guided him down the wrong path. It made him think he could act a certain way and then get away with it when in reality he didn’t have anything to fall back on. Nothing to keep his boastful and obnoxiously teasing nature afloat. Still, he did as he pleased and seeing Sawyer while drunk just pushed him to act like an even bigger idiot than he already was. When the man then responded back, Mason couldn’t help but form a wide grin across his features. It was conversation like this, even when it was just a simple sentence, that helped get him riled up. “Make it easy on myself? You’re joking, right? Let’s not get carried away here.” He cooed, raising both shoulders for a moment as the grin shifted into a slight smirk. “Telling me to walk away... not very good manners, I see. What, I can’t come have a regular conversation with ya? Head jammed too far up your own ass that you can’t notice genuine interest in conversation when it’s staring you right in the face? Shame... You know, I always wondered what others saw in people like you. Then I remember people usually keep guys like you around for a little only to drop them like a used toy when they don’t want ya anymore.” 

[masondalgaard]

—LENNY.

“If I have nine lives, I’m pretty close to spending them all. You only live once, as the kids say. I’m about eighty percent positive it’s going to end badly. But fine, I’m game if you’re game. Isn’t that the cardinal rule of drinking? Keep tossing them back and hope everything turns out alright? Chill, Mad Hatter. I don’t need you going off the deep end tonight.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then you’re going out with a bang... and you’re going out with me. Which, I get it, I’m not everyone’s first choice, but at least you’ll be enjoying your final moments. I’m always, always game. That’s just the rule we tell people to get them to keep drinking. Though, when you’re drunk, it’s a lot easier to believe it, so the more you drink and say it, the easier it gets to just forget about it all. But you do realize getting drunk does help when it comes to danger, in like a few tiny ways. Like say you get in a non-fatal car accident, you’re less likely to get hurt while drunk because it’s a muscle relaxer, which means you don’t tense up and cause more pain to yourself like someone who is sober would. So in a small sense, it’s not that bad. Just don’t drive while drinking. —No deep end? Oh come on, where’s the fun in playing it safe?” 

[masondalgaard]

—JULIAN.

“—Too late. I’ve already judged on your drink of choice.”

“Okay, but there’s not a single thing you or anyone else doesn’t judge me on, so it’s okay. I’m used to being the one with different opinions on things. It makes me... unique. Which is more than you can say for yourself, buddy.” 

[masondalgaard]

—ALIZA.

“I’d share with you if I could, but at the moment i’m a greedy piece of…..” Aliza wrinkled her forehead stopping herself in her tracks before she could say the word around her daughter who was clearly sitting beside her eating ice cream from her small bowl. “I love apple pie, and this one is topped with custard and whip cream. Whoops…sorry, my germ.” She teased as she looked at the other person, Arabella then reaching to scoop the whip cream off her mother’s pie giggling before she put it in her mouth.

“So let me get this straight. You both get apple pie with whip cream and ice cream, but I get nothing?” The words fell from Mason’s lips before a small chuckled followed shortly after. He honestly didn’t mind, but he had too much fun messing with the two of them. It was strange to think he actually enjoyed hanging out with a kid, but at the same time, he kind of liked it. It was about the one thing keeping him sane. “Dang, you two are cold, you know that? Don’t expect me to show up with surprise ice cream anymore.”

[salemspointgossip]

rhiannonbye:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[masondalgaard]

STARTIN’ SHIT / SAWYER & MASON — @sawycrking

He was drunk. Like every night for the past week, Mason was drunk. It had become his new coping mechanism. Before, he used to drink for fun—drink so he could feel alive. Now he drank so he didn’t have to feel anything at all. The death of his family had hit him harder than he liked to let on and in order to keep up afloat, he turned to the bottle that made the world silent, if only for a little bit. It was a terrible habit, however. Mason always had a reputation of being arrogant and over the top, but when he was drunk like he was now, things escalated. He felt like he could do anything. Like he was on top of the world. Which didn’t really play out well when he was drunkenly walking back to his car after the bar had told him to go home. It was his every intention to do just that, too. But when his light and blurred hues landed upon a face he couldn’t forget, his course of action changed. The idea of messing with Cassidy’s boyfriend had immediately run through his mind... exciting him by what could happen. Sure, he knew Cassidy probably wouldn’t be too happy had she found out, but hey, he was drunk and didn’t care. Thus, stepping forth in a different direction than his car, Mason made his way up to Sawyer and quickly began chuckling at him to get his attention. “Well, would you look at that. Coming out to play at night? Isn’t it past your bedtime, kid?”

[johnnyssilverhand]

Wake up sleepyhead.

[masondalgaard]

—ANASTASIA.

                   “It’s gross.” Not to mention, a habit that needed to vanish as soon as possible, not wanting to face the consequences of smoking in the upcoming months or years. “What led you to stop?”

                  “I mean, yeah. I won’t argue that. But people do gross shit all the time. Doesn’t usually get us to stop.” He chuckled, trying to shrug off the idea of it being gross. Especially considering he had once done it far too often and he didn’t want to fully admit to the fact that he stuck with something that bad. “I upgraded to alcohol. Found something else to stop the cravings. And if you’re trying to stop yourself, I suggest you don’t go my route. Terrible, terrible idea. Fun at times, but terrible.”

[masondalgaard]

—TULLY.

                       Her stomach hurt at this point, this evident as a hand reached down to push against it as she tried her best to eat, breathe and laugh– it wasn’t too successful for the fae, food dropping from her free hand as she slightly bent over. “He might be my favorite person already; I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard.” After flicking bits of food away, the fae turned to the man standing beside her. “If only people could be that funny when sober.”

                        It was her own laughter and how much she was enjoying this sight, that got Mason to continue laughing himself. At least some people were more than okay with how other’s chose to spend their evening, even if it wasn’t the wisest of choices. “Perhaps you should go up and talk to him. Or invite him to join you. He seems like the type of guy you want to keep around. Make things fun.” He mused, glancing at her then back at the man. “Yeah well, most people aren’t confident enough to act that way. Plus, alcohol relaxes your muscles, so you’re also not as well... wobbly when sober. You actually understand how walking and standing up straight works. At least, most people do. Can’t speak for everyone.” 

[masondalgaard]

—LENNY.

“Are you seriously quoting Drake right now to justify how stupid we’re about to be? I don’t mind taking risks, but this was a bad idea last time too. Guess we’re both a little crazy, bottom’s up.”

“Yeah, why not? You know he has a point. I mean, unless you got nine lives that I don’t know about, then it’s pretty much true and something decent to live by... despite the whole cliche aspect. Nah, see, you’re looking at it the wrong way. It’s not a bad idea unless it ends badly. For all we know, this could turn out great. Just keep drinking and stay positive. You know, glass half full and all that. Also, you’re wrong. You’re a little crazy... I’m a lot crazy.” 

[masondalgaard]

—LENNY.

“How many times do you have to try something before you realize it’s not a good idea? This is the definition of insanity.”

“Hey now, what’s that one thing Drake once said? You only live once or some shit like that? Gotta go big or go home and insanity goes will with me. I like to keep things interesting, even if it means taking a little risk here and there. You should try it.”

[masondalgaard]

—TULLY.

                   —–What was possibly more funnier than watching a drunk refuse to fall? Absolutely nothing; this was the whole reason Tully couldn’t contain the laughter that admitted from her, the drunk practically running backwards on the street until he finally met his end, that being another person. “Good God,” she muttered, taking a bite of her taco as she still continued to watch. “Dinner and a show.” 

                   He too was intoxicated. Mason had downed more than a decent share of alcohol throughout the night, and though he was often a mess himself and had no room to judge, he couldn’t help but laugh at the man as he drunkenly moved along the street before him. “And I thought I was a shitty drunk.” He added on to the woman’s words. “But hey, at least he’s not boring, right? That’s always a plus to drunks like him.” 

[masondalgaard]

—CASSIDY.

Buzzed. It had gone right to her head, and still the bottle of tequila sat perched in her lap, Cassidy welcoming the numbing sensation just as she had for.. how many days now? Too many to count… “Come on, it’s just a game..– the chances of you getting hurt are like… —- seven in ten chance.”

“Just a game.” He put her words on repeat as he took a lasting sip of his drink and chuckled at the girl before him. They seemed to be on similar pages right about now. Too much alcohol and not enough sensibility. Not that Mason seemed to have much when sober, really. Though, he didn’t care about any of that at this point. He was way too tipsy to care about anything if he was being honest. “You realize only one of us is immortal right? If I get hurt and die, I’m coming back to haunt your sorry ass, Cassidy. Mark my damn words.”