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give it a like if u want a personalised start! they’ll be up in a day or bit bc i’m out all day tomorrow

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naevabarabesi‌:

as the man bumped into naeva – which, she personally blamed her skirt, specifically, of causing – a hand went to stifle the light gasp that jumped from her lips, “perhaps if you were going for a rugged pirate look–” she began, the look in her eyes sincerely apologetic, “–i think dawn dish soap and hydrogen peroxide should get the stain out, not that i think there’s any on this boat, nor that you’ll remember it by morning…i’m half-tempted to throw this skirt overboard, in all honesty.”

he couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped with her comment, “i don’t plan on saving this, but i appreciate the effort of kindness.” cash nodded his head slightly as polish off the remainder in his glass and placing it on the nearest table. “look i’d be happily to assist you in that task if you really wanna commit to it.”

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"-- oof careful geez...” even though it was more his fault as he wasn’t paying any attention to wear he had been going, and blind corners tend to require that. alcohol soaked into his shirt, “hoesntly thank you thought,’cause i think you made it look better at this point.” Cash huffed. @naevabarabesi

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leant against a walls as cash’s eye’s wandered the party, sticking back for once as he felt like he had no game wearing something like this, he just felt like a fool. huffing softly as he sipped at the liquid in his sixth or seventh glass. “you comin’ to make fun of me or somethin’? ‘cause definetly don’t fuckin’ blame ya.” @elizabettyfletcher

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“not sure bout you man, but i think i’m going to need to be roll over drunk to get any amusement outta a party like this.” cash mumbled as he polished off yet another drink, standing close enough to the bar to place it down and get another refill before he needed it. “i’m just waiting for some kinda fuss to kick up up the dirt now, night’ll be complete then.” @cyryptic

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Typically parties were something Cash could jump on board of, and having a good time wasn’t something he often knocked back really, but themed parties? well those aren’t ever his thing. Yet here he is. “i feel like a fucking donkey.” he muttered as he pulled at the jacket that had been helped picked by @rcryvanderberg, constantly trying to make it feel less like a costume. “what’s wrong with like good ol’ fashion formal wear if you wanna make it fancy.” the complaints kept flowing and they only just got here really. 

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bastianlis‌:

A journey to the washroom interrupts his time on the sweat-stained dance floor, wet curls sticking to the back of his neck and along his temples. Hazy eyes settle on the familiar face, the sight enough to curdle the contents of his stomach. And, of course, he has to speak, can’t just ignore him like most would. Steps slow, become a laboured stroll as shaking hands seek refuge in his jacket pockets and he rolls to a stop a few feet away. “I want a lot of things, Cash. One, to stop running into you at parties. Two, some sort of alcohol-cocaine hybrid. Think that’d be a pretty sick combo. Three, a good fuck.” 

ruining the other’s night wasn’t a task he had planned but since they crossed paths and cash hadn’t been hugely enjoying himself, he couldn’t help himself. scoffing at the other, “now that’d be a perfect world, and that’s not we live in.” cash was quick to retaliate, which for his age he should know better than to do it. “but gotta say those are high expectation for someone who is very under whelming in most aspects rumour has it.” pushing himself off the stair railing more to turn and face the male fully.

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rcryvanderberg‌:

Slender   hands   slid   to   rub   against   his   shoulders,   gently   pressing   against   him   so   that   she   can   lift   up   to   peer   over   at   the   girl   in   question.   A   chuckle   escapes   from   her   lips,   giving   a   shake   of   her   head   as   she   lowers   back   down,   “No   idea   who   she   is.   She’s   probably   jealous   of   the   two   of   us.”   Brows   raised   suggestively,  leaning   in   toward  him,  “We’re   two   good   looking   sons   of   bitches.”   

“probably right.” cash muttered as his gaze wandered away from the other who didn’t care that the two had noticed the obnoxious staring. “you going to this ball thing on the yacht?” trading the conversation in instantly for something more on brand as he picked up his cup of coffee and looked back toward rory. 

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jencohen‌:

“Six burgers? Jeez, Cash, you know I don’t actually need to eat for two, right?” It was meant to be a joke, but it didn’t make her feel like laughing. In fact, it made her feel like dragging her sorry ass off the couch and back into her bed where she’d stay forever. Instead, she convinced her body to sit up, the blanket falling from around her shoulders as she stood up to inspect the food that should’ve left her salivating but was making her stomach turn. “I think I might be too nauseous,” she admitted, her face falling.

a slight shrug of his shoulders it didn’t occur to him that she could take the offer of food the wrong way, in all honesty he kind of forgotten she was pregnant. “huh well five for me i guess.” Cash shrugged his shoulders as if five burgers to himself wasn’t out of the ordinary. a frown forming on his features from her last mention, “oh... well i can save it for later, she’ll be right re-heated ‘m sure.” pushing it a side despite being hungry himself he didn’t want Jen to feel left out or even more sick. “so the kid giving you grief then?” 

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lanajvmeson‌:

Solo cup in hand the same gladiator-battle, adultery-dark red that she’d painted her lips with, Lana took a swig from her place in the truth or dare circle, Lockwood rager bubbling up to the boil around the smaller group. It was the turn of whoever had just spun the central bottle to ask the person it landed on the question, surrounding eyes expectantly eating Lana alive as they waited for her answer. “Dare,” she chose after only a beat’s delay, smile presenting on her lips like a challenge as she nudged back her sequined cowboy hat to appraise the circle better, a gift from an admirer that he’d stolen her from a costume shop. “Obviously – no offence to the farts that pick truth.” Her eyes flit towards a girl that looked like she secretly bid three figures online on beanie babies, one that had also been raising an eyebrow all night whenever somebody so much as flashed an ankle of skin. “Looking at you, Brenda.” 

participating in yet another round of truth or dare wasn’t how Cash thought he’d spend his time at this party, but once it had begun he just couldn’t be bother to move. he’d just had his turn and he took a sip from his beer bottle before spinning the one in the centre of the group to let it choose it’s victim. as it lost momentum his eyes looked across to who it may land on, scanning as he thought up a possible idea for both choices. smirking over at the girl who worn the costume cowboy hat, “alrighty then, i dare you to give the person of your choice a hickey.” he shrugged. it was one he had heard many times and witnessed it enough to know it’s always an effective dare. 

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“what’d you want?” Questioning @bastianlis the second his eyes landed on him. it was a party so no doubt the other was just walking by or something but Cash always had to make a comment, whether it was for the good or the bad. 

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Waltzing into a familiar apartment, “you really should lock that door y’know?” arriving announced wasn’t unusual when visting @jencohen. Tapping the door with his elbow enough to swing it shut, Cash lifted a plastic bag which brought a delicious aroma to the room. “I came with burgers. Six to be exact, and some fries n other stuff too...” 

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“y’know what’s bad... that girl she’s been starin’ over here for the past ten minutes now.” Cash mumbled, “do you know her? or is it like somethin’ i should expect hanging around with you? are ya like campus royalty or somethin’?” Questions flowed out of his mouth as his curiosity overpowered him. Eye’s looking back to @rcryvanderberg waiting in anticipation for an answer. 

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 like this for some form of starter from my cowboy.

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text ➟ wrong number

delilah: so i went on this hike for this morning and i found this abandoned house and decided to go inside because??? tbh i have nO good reason

delilah: oh wait... wrong person awk i can tell you the rest of the story if you want tho?

cash: well pretty rude if you leave me hanging like that

cash: but keep going because i wanna find out now

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howdy howdy,  so i tossed up for awhile to bring in a new girl or guy and so here we have Cash my cowboy. 

below is all your gonna need to know for the time being but in saying that i warn the for the following triggers being: injury, trauma, drugs

born and raised in Leesburg, Georgia

eldest of four, Cash followed the path his father and grandfather paved for him. which was just learning in agriculture and building his own farm to one day sustain a family of his own like the others before him

he was raised with good morals. but one that may make you think twice is his ability to not commit to one girl, although this is because he hasn’t found the one, y’know? but like most people he can’t help but test the waters of course. 

so in saying that he’s dated multiple girls, all short term and nothing overly serious ever. ( so give me some short lived exs)

short lived love did get him in a minor predicament once. (lmao his secret so stay tuned)

growing up he attended local rodeos and paddock parties, especially once he hit 16 he was all about it. 

18 he begun competing in bull riding for a  year or two, it came to a sad end for cash when he was injured at 19 pretty severely. he had four broken ribs, major bruising but the part that ended it all for him was the head injury. if he had a similar injury again it’d likely kill him. so listening to that he quit.

he suffers minor trauma from the event, which on the occasion does prevent him from sleep, but the doctors prescribed him sleeping pills for those occasions and also some for the dull pain he has in his neck which he was told he’d never lose. 

 he studied hard and thats what got him here, so far from his home state in hope partially to find a companion because small towns only have so many people right?

he did start college till 20, now 26 he has finished his undergrad degree and is working on his graduate. 

he definitely gets home sick but he has ways to work around it. 

and damn right he made sure his beloved old chevy pick-up truck found it’s way out here. it’s his pride and joy

okay so connections

short lived flings he’s been on campus for 6 years sooooo c’mon.

an almost legit thing, but you could tell he wasn’t that into it. 

hook-up with him i dare you, he’ll likely forget you name if you just met but don’t take offence unless you’re something super special it’s how it goes. 

roommate? give him someone to live with, maybe even a hater of country music because that’d be entertaining lmao

maybe the one? look he’s been looking half heartedly, so expect this to be angsty and so cute you’ll be cringing but that’s cash for you

best of friend. maybe from back home or maybe just since day one on campus, but you got eachothers back. 

truck buds, boys and their toys. often spend time either fixing their trucks/cars adding new things, fixing stuff that doesn’t need to be fixed. but also driving it around like proud vehicle owners

siblings, he has two younger sisters and a younger brother. 

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ronanmcrphy:

“Personally I’m much more interested in riding you then some bull…” Ronan purrs, shamelessly eyeing the other down as a smirk preyed onto his lips, “But I guess the bull will do.”

“And we have been through this mate, I don’t bat for ya team.” He chuckled, beginning to search for his belt causally. “Who knows maybe this bull will unlock somethin’ new for ya?” Cash suggested jokingly as he glided his belt around his waist.