ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

32. trader for ailton camp.

[masontcrres]

scintamclia‌:

amelia can’t resist the eye roll that ensues almost immediately after the man speaks, a soft groan floating from her lips as she pulls him up. he towered over her now, but nevertheless, she still had the upper hand. “ thirties ? yeah, you’re a kid. — you wish you look this good when you’re my age. “ she sighs, letting the worlds flow easily from her lips. “ yeah, no. all i’m interested in is business. “

“touché. i don’t know your age, ‘cause i was raised to be a gentleman, but i’m not one to disagree that you look DAMN GOOD.” mason agrees. he’s impressed by her overall ENERGY. she isn’t one to fuck around. unlike him. it kinda only makes mason MORE curious to her. “alright, then.” he nods, holding out his arms widely. “what can i do you for, ma’am?”

[masontcrres]

ccursedd‌:

♥   ❝ I’m really sorry for running into you. Two left feet and all.  ❞    she’s smiling, warmth radiating from beneath her skin. It was a simple bump in, though a slight blush had given her cheeks a flushed red tint.      ❝ I’m Allie… and you are? ❞     the blonde leaned in slightly, looking up at the stranger with green eyes ablaze.

“ if a pretty girl bumping into me is the worst thing that happens today, it’s a pretty GOOD day.” mason replies, honestly. he offers her up a smile of his own. “M A S O N. trader. and... why haven’t i seen you around before? i think i’d remember.” mason knew MOST people, it was part of the job, after all. 

[bobnorley]

ultimate shipper challenge: [1/5] face touching scenes

[alinenoexiste]

[gaelgarcia]

Heath Ledger as Patrick Verona in ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ (1999)

[masontcrres]

bvdmoons‌:

               𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞  of  that  cocksure  smile,  and  she  is  awash  with  regret.  “  i’m  sure  i’ve  got  somethi—  ”  starts,  but  catches  the  way  he  eyes  her  and  holds  her  tongue,  stiffening.  delilah  cannot  stand  to  be  scrutinized.  no  matter  what  the  intent.  in  fact,  she’d  very  much  like  to  be  not  perceived  at  all,  by  anyone.  ever.  too  late  to  take  back  the  attention  she’s  drawn  to  herself,  and  so  she  crosses  her  arms  against  her  chest.  shoulders  taut.  as  though  this  might  protect  her  from  whatever  he’s  attempting  to  discern.  but  seems  to  lighten,  almost,  at  the  mention  of  moonshine.  “  ———  you  could  say  that,  ”  provides  little,  bothered  because  he  knows  her  name  and  she  can’t  place  his.  has  seen  him  around,  sure.  never  cared  to  know  him.  before  now,  anyway,  and  due  only  to  necessity.  “  gonna  introduce  yourself,  or  will  i  have  to  guess  ?  ”  exhausted  already,  yet  willing  to  play  this  game  —  humor  him  —  if  it  means  numbing  herself  to  the  world  for  a  while.  matches  his  gait,  then.  focused  on  getting  her  fix,  she  doesn’t  quite  follow  his  question  the  first  time.  footsteps  fall  behind  as  she  replays  it  over,  and.  oh  !  wasn’t  that  just  her  luck.  “  godd—  y’didn’t  hear  ?  we’re  on  lockdown,  bud.  there’s  a  curfew.  toxin  or  some  shit  spotted  pretty  close.  ”  defeated,  she  hangs  her  head.  hands  massaging  roughly  at  her  jaw  and  temples  and  under  eyes.  she  would  have  to  find  someone  else.  unless  —  “  unless  you’re…  wanting  to  sneak  out  ?  ”  a  tempting  notion,  if  ailton  weren’t  —  how  many  miles  away  ?  was  the  walk  even  worth  it  ?  well.  maybe.

UNTRUSTWORTHY is a word that follows mason around a lot. and if this girl could look at him with the DEFINITION of one word- that would be it. she already looks distrusting of him. he can’t entirely blame her. his charm, and comfortability makes ANYONE double take him . her short answers only confirm what he thinks: she doesn’t LIKE HIM much. oh well. not much he, or she, can do about that now. he plays into it all, anyways. “i don’t pay attention to that crap.” he replies, cockily. “who’s gonna stop us from going out, anyways? in this world? not like there are COPS on our ass.” his grin is too easy. it slides across his face, and only makes him seem like a BIGGER asshole. it’s a role mason plays well. if she didn’t like him before, she probably hates his sure-fire way now. “sneaking out is all that’s l e f t  to do, right?” mason comments, with a shrug. “i know where I’M going. . . “ he pauses, and glances at her, more seriously this time. slightly sober. “ do YOU?” he doesn’t entirely know what he means with that question, but it comes out deeper, and more loaded. “is the moonshine worth it? the walk, and my EVER-CHARMING company?” mason’s back to his antics. his teasing, and annoying confidence that always gets under people’s skin. one side of his mouth is up, in a smirk. he knows how to play people. she wants alcohol, and he has it. even though she might not want to spend time with him- she kinda has no other choice. mason doesn’t know why, but he revels in that fact.

[masontcrres]

emersonmonroe‌:

     she flashes a quick smile after passing the flask over. “and that’s why i like you so much.” she’s going to need to find some more alcohol soon ( preferably a good whiskey, though she’d settle for even a cheap wine ), a task more difficult now than ever. it seems like that she’s not the only person turning to drink in these times. but perhaps she could get lucky and find someone’s stash hidden in their dresser. it had  happened before. “than i suppose i can keep the rest of my whiskey,” she teases, reaching for the flask. she raises an eyebrow at the comment, barking out a laugh at the offer. “i’m sure you aren’t.” her demeanor changes slightly at the offer to talk. it isn’t one she hears much these days, and while she’s appreciative of it, it isn’t one she was likely to take him up on. “i’m fine,” she says simply with a small shrug. “i’d rather drink than talk,” emerson adds a moment later.

he’s not GOOD at talking. listening, he can do. but he can never offer advice, or anything solid. nothing but a thoughtful ‘ m m m ‘ or a ‘ yeah ‘ in response. talking about GENUINE stuff has never been his strong suit, but still- he tries. “’m flattered i make the LIKE list.” mason enjoys being liked, after all. by anyone. everyone. “alright. that i can do.” he agrees. he doesn’t push her to talk, or question anything else, because that’s simply not his style. “what’s the drink of choice tonight? slim pickings, if you ask me.” mason comments, with a shrug of his shoulders. ANY alcohol usually does him fine, but he knows others sometimes have more refined tastes. so far, emerson seems fine. she can walk, and talk. surely whatever’s got her in the drinking mood can’t be ALL bad. good. mason isn’t one to babysit people, either.

[michaeltrevinosource]

You know I used to be a real dick. And then my dad died, and I started living by his code.

[knopetastic]

[whythedeveloper]

[thehauntingdaily]

[masontcrres]

scintamclia‌:

a  plucked  eyebrow  raises ,  the  gun  in  hand  tilting  as  her  demeanor  changes .  if  only  for  a  moment ,  amelia  let  her  guard  down .  “  wow ,  don’t  get  a  lot  of  those  anymore ?  “  quick  and  witty ,  that’s  how  she  liked  it .  her  gun  falters ,  quickly  retreating  back  to  her  belt .  she  offers  a  hand .  “  come  on ,  kid .  take your head  out  of  your  crotch  and  get  back  into  r e a l i t y . “

“KID? i don’t mean to brag at how obviously immature i am, but i’m in my thirties.” he pretends to stroke his beard. “ i know. i have a GREAT skincare regime. keeps me youthful.” mason grins and places his hand in hers, using it to lift himself up to his full height. “is that your way of telling me you’re INTERESTED, too?”

[detectivejulesohara]

[whythedeveloper]

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[camilamcrrone]

[masontcrres]

scintamclia‌:

s n a p ,   the  gun  clicks  and  the  woman’s  gaze  is  hard .  years  of  restraint ,  obedience ,  trainging ,  it  all  kicked  in  at  once ,  like  a  wavering  tide  at  bay  in  her  mind .  a  sleeping  soldier ,  rising  to  the  occasion .  “ so ,  are  we  going  to  do  this ,  or  what  ?  “  tone  dark  and  steady ,  amelia  gazed  at  her  company ,  a  silent  brow  quirking  in  wait .  “  live  ,  die  , decide .  “

mason stares at the woman in pure awe, mouth hanging open. his hands go up in the air, as if in surrender. “ — i know it’s a weird thing to say, given the circumstance, but is it bad that i have a boner?” one day that mouth of his is going to get him in SERIOUS trouble  . . .and maybe that’s TODAY.

[masontcrres]

emersonmonroe‌:

location : out & about somewhere time : late afternoon status : open

   emerson took another sip from her flask. it was nearly empty of whiskey, but that was a common occurrence nowadays. it was a harder vice to keep up with, one she rearely was able to indulge in anymore. but alcohol at least gave her some semblance or normal; it helped her to feel as though she wasn’t constantly on the verge of a breakdown. “not the best idea, i know,” she admitted with a small shrug. a sip or two wouldn’t likely get her killed. “want some?” she asked holding out the flask and shaking it a bit. “it might be the best part of your day.”

“BAD IDEAS are always the BEST ideas, if you ask me.” mason grins as he sits down next to her, taking in her slightly intoxicated demeanour. he isn’t one for serious, deep and meaningful conversations, but she looks slightly WORN OUT. “best part of my day is seeing you, em.” he says, cockily, with that boyish grin of his on his features. he nudges her with his shoulder playfully, before taking a swig from her flask. the burn is AMAZING. that’s GOOD SHIT she has. “i don’t usually do this, but i’ll give it a go. doctor mason torres is in his office. he isn’t above sleeping with his clients- “ mason adds, because he’s still him. “ - BUT he wants to know if you wanna TALK at all and if you’re ALRIGHT.”