scumbag candy shell.

1 . this blog will be low activity as i work full time and get very busy with life. i also like to be more plot driven with threads but that does not mean i'm not opposed to winging it.

2 . mason gooding is my fc. ch*nce will never be seen on this blog. my portrayal will be heavily hc based with some points pulled from the show. this does not mean i'm completely canon divergent, just fleshing him out better than what was portrayed.

3 . i just use small text and icons. if my small text bothers you please let me know and i can write in normal for our threads.

4 . there's a lot of triggering themes in the boys / gen v universe. i tag everything trigger /, if you need me to tag something specific to you, please let me know. please only follow if you're 21+

5 . general rp etiquette applies.

6 . shipping = chemistry. if the potential is there, absolutely. don't force ship or assume things. ns/fw content will not be present here just for my comfort and i won't follow any blogs back with heavy content on their main blog.

7 . i will not follow anyone that doesn't have their age and name on their blog. it's a comfort thing.

me :

normally he liked messing around vought where he wasn't supposed to. when he'd eventually get caught it was an earful from his dad or whatever assistant they had go get him for the next whatever he was supposed to be doing but this felt more reckless. one hand gripped the side of the VOUGHT ISSUED golf cart that was supposed to take you around the property and maybe go 20 miles per hour, if that. and now the speed at which they were currently going seemed wildly out of comfort for the tiny golf cart as dre's eyes went wide. ❛ i don't think this thing's supposed to go this fast man ! ❜

jealous. he couldn't remember a time in his life when he was jealous of anyone, let alone him. his expression twists in a mixture of disgust and disbelief before a scoff falls from him. ❛ jealous ? what would i be jealous of exactly, hmm ? ❜

he smiles, he's got him. there's roll of his eyes as he brushes past him, shrugging his shoulders. ❛ oh you could definitely pull off the glasses but i don't know if you have the legs to pull of the mini skirt. ❜ one eyebrow raises at luke, before he's raising his shorts higher than the mid - thigh they rested at, muscles flexing. ❛ i mean, look at this. don't you just wanna see these bad boys out in a mini skirt ? ❜ he looks up at him, expression soft and puppy - dog-esque.

FUCK. both hands press against the sides of his neck as he tried to think, tried to come up with something that didn't involved his dad. he was coming up empty. he didn't like the idea of involving more people, it was dangerous enough, but he was his dad. that had to count for something, right ? ❛ he's my dad and he's mixed into all kinds of shit for vought. he can help, i know it. ❜