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update tjat i've been so busy irl and i just have to complete my tasks for class so like i'll def be more active

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ambersutherland:

when she finally got to where her brother was, she returned the hugging exchange. she had to admit, it was such a relief seeing her brother. this year had been stressful for her, to say the least. many tears, many all-nighters, and a lot of stress. finally getting that sigh of relief was something she needed. “ it’s slow, as usual. i don’t know why in the world anyone cares about this little place, but it happens. food depends. is it that junk some of your friends used to prank me with in middle school or is it edible?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear. “mac and cheese noodles? my favorite!” she exclaimed, grabbing it and digging in. “i feel like i haven’t seen you in an eternity! what do you do around here?”

          " -- Hey, if I were also some tourist, Eastville will definitely be my first stop !! It’s a pretty small town where almost everybody knows each other, so it tends to be awkward, but it’s home , “ he answered, about to say something about her comment until he noticed the lunch box disappearing from his hands and getting uncovered. “ Listen here, Missy, if it were to be some food my friends tried to prank on you, it would’ve gone through me first , “ Mason uttered protectively over the small blonde, raising an eyebrow at how she looked really famished, though he couldn’t blame her with all that hayride touring going on. “ You know, that cashier in the grocery store keeps eyeing me since they already know that it’s the Sutherlands who are finishing their stock of mac and cheese. Mason got them seated somewhere, relieved that his sister was finally taking a break and just enjoying the summer breeze, followed by the hasty slurping of noodles. “ Oh come on, it hasn’t been that long has it ?? I got this job as a music teacher for little kids downtown. I just figured that the college life isn’t for me. “

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*   / /   ✧ text ( from cat. )

catalina: no it's totally fine!!

catalina: i mean only if you want to. i think amber might be singing along to frozen and you probably get enough of that at home.

catalina: tell ME about it, though. that's the dream. i'll make sure to include you in the mass text i send when that happens.

mason: i never really feel at home unless i hear amber singing along to frozen

mason: you're still going to send out a mass text ? i feel like your people are most likely to do that for you

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*   / /   ✧ text ( from cat. )

catalina: whoops wrong sutherland sorry

catalina: mind giving amber the message??

catalina: you can come too if you want to

mason: i appreciate that offer

mason: but i don't want to be some third wheel or awkward goober for your girl's night

mason: but i think it'd be cool to see you perform in the tony awards someday

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ambersutherland:

amber was showing a group of tourists around eastville on her hayride tour. as they passed through the street, amber made sure to point out the specifics of each area. “and that’s the eastville courthouse, home of the notorious riot of eighteen-sixty–” she announced, stopping when she saw a familiar face. turning to the tour guide next to her, she made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. “paul, if you cover my shift for the next hour, i’ll give you half my wage.” she whispered to the man. sure enough, she was able to get out of the hayride in no time. “you!” she yelled. “so good to see you!” she continued to exclaim, running up to the familiar face she saw.

          Though it seemed like a simple job, Mason was always so proud to see Amber in her natural habitat, being the loyal citizen of Eastville that she was. With all the twists and turns that occurred in his sister’s life, he almost feared that she would slip away from his grasp. So as to not embarrass her in any way, he just stood across from his sister, waiting until she took notice of him ( and he already knew that it wouldn’t take too long ). Mason flashed a smile at her, watching as she got out of her little hayride and running up to him, his arms already wide open for an embrace. “ I swear to God, you do this every time , “ he chuckled, since they weren’t always that far apart from one another. He had to admit that the thought of not being in the same space as her was weird, even when they both had dreams of their own, he could never detach himself from the other. With one arm still holding her against his chest, he placed a kiss to her forehead, “ how’s work going for you ? I got you some lunch in case you’re starving. “ With his free hand, he lifted the lunch box to show it to Amber. 

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cvsla:

cassia: ur fav, cass, pictured here: a creature of sickness, starbucks, and chicago style citations 

mason: i don’t see the part with the sickness. you always look fabulous mason: but chicago style citations ? that seems to be a new one mason: i’m curious. what brought you to that intriguing analogy ?

☆ · ˚ . ✦ . ˚ ｢ snapchat — OPEN

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isaacxeon:

The journalist walked through the rain with his briefcase over his head because he didn’t own an umbrella. He had just hoped that his notes weren’t getting ruined through briefcase that he had. He ran up to the bus trying to catch it with a coffee in his hand but at last, he was too late and the sidewalk was uneven causing him to trip right in front of a person, hitting his chin on the ground and causing his coffee to spill all over the other person’s nice shoes. “Oh crap— Uh…. I’m so uh… I’m sorry about that!” He fumbled while getting up as he wiped away his chin which surprisingly just had mud on it and just a small scratch. Picking up the cup from the coffee he stared at the emptiness of it before tossing it into the trash can next to them. “Do you uh….. Need a napkin or anything?” He offered awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. 

          Mason usually loved the rain, you know, when he was actually indoors, curling up to a cup of his mother’s homemade cocoa, rather than scurrying the streets and seeking for some shelter. And because of this situation, it was no surprise that there was a line by the bus stop, and he towered above them, patiently waiting like the gentle giant that he was. Just when he was making a turn, he grunted at the hot liquid that was now seeping into his runny shoes-- the same shoes that his sisters despised for them being too old, but leave it to Mason to still keep them for the sake of memories. Luckily for Isaac, he wasn’t one to hold grudges, coming from a humble home that was rich with a family’s love, Mason could merely offer a small smile. “ Don’t be. Accidents happen ,” he hummed, squinting his eyes at the mud on the other’s chin. “ But what about you? Are you okay? That must’ve been a rough fall. “ He knew that he was supposed to give his attention to the mess on his shoes, though he just shrugged his shoulders. “ I guess I’ll just let the rain soak the coffee stains, then let them dry when I get home. Don’t worry about it. “

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*   / /   ✧ text ( from cat. )

catalina: it's that time of the year again https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NgNyPERdZE

catalina: btw this is,,,,,, an open invitation

mason: uhm

mason: i think you got the wrong number

mason: not too sure if that message was for me

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musicallylaney:

“Look, I am dealing with a lot of stuff right now. I’m moving into my mother’s house for the first time in four years and having to listen to her tell me about all the mistakes I’ve made, dealing with a four year old who is into everything in this new environment, and I recently quit my job. Can you guess how many fucks I give about your problems? Let me give you a hint. It’s a number that falls somewhere around the zero and one region.”

          Mason wasn’t sure who exactly she was talking to, and as quickly as she was speaking, it was fortunate that he absorbed every single word. He sighed once she had finished, because that was the only response he could give for her situation. And as he was fiddling with the strings of the hoodie, he furrowed his eyebrows a bit, wondering what he could say exactly. “ I’m uh . . . sorry ?? Just uhm . . . let me know if there’s anything I could d-do to help. I don’t want to be a part of your blacklist , “ he uttered quietly, offering what seemed to be a smile.

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Text 📧 Mason

Alaska: If you are thinking of having kids don't

Alaska: Riley just told me I was the worst mommy in the world and began to threw a fit in target because I wouldn't buy her this knife set

Alaska: She's four I'm not buying her knives even if they are colorful

Mason: kids? never really crossed my mind

Mason: but wow, that is just

Mason: she'll thank you when she's older, i bet. let the worst mommy in the world bring her far faaar away from sharp pointy objects as much as possible

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「 HENRIK HOLM 」 DID YOU HEAR THAT 23 YEAR OLD MASON SUTHERLAND IS BACK IN EASTVILLE? YEAH, THE ONE WE CALLED THE VIRTUOSO BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL NOW WORKS AS A PROFESSIONAL PIANIST AND MUSIC TEACHER AROUND TOWN. THEY IDENTIFY AS CIS MALE AND USE HE/HIM. THEY’RE STILL THE SAME PERSON WE KNEW THEM AS, STILL +CONSIDERATE AND -RETICENT, BUT I GUESS THEY’RE MORE MATURE NOW. I JUST HOPE THAT DOESN’T AFFECT THE GROUP.

admin adri again back at itttt !! this is going to be a terrible intro post that im going to regret when im in a writing mood. but yes pls do plot w my bb !!

so i tried to make a character different from vera and stiles

i honestly just took up this character on a whim ?? but i still love the idea of him so i really hope i would be able to develop his character

this is mason and he’s a virtuoso. he’s really gifted with the piano and also plays the violin, the guitar, the saxophone, and the drums. the first time he crawled onto a piano was when he was three years old, and it was in a family gathering where he wow-ed his relatives with a piano piece he only heard by ear

apparently that ability is called “echoic memory”. it’s like photographic memory but with audio, so mason can easily recall what someone just said or a song he just listened to. he’s an amazing listener

he’s got a lot of inspo from an old character i had named mason but like a lot more timid and isn’t as sociable

he’s also a good singer and writes his own original songs !!

he’s been playing classical music since he was a child. and could also be called the “child prodigy” for being skillful with the piano and other instruments

he’s a lot more of a doer than a talker. so when writing with him, he talks less but has a lot of gestures and expressions to show how he feels

he’s one of the smart kids in class but is very humble. he’s always willing to give a helping hand for anybody who might need it

but he never imagines himself being the one to save the day. he knows his limitations and some people may find him half-hearted for that. but he is very protective of himself

he’s definitely let some people down, especially those who think they can take advantage of how nice and smart mason is

he’s usually closed-off and keeps only a few people in his life. he prioritizes his single mother and younger sisters above all

since his dad left them when mason was born, he was raised by a single mother who had a habit of dating and having boyfriends that usually just left her in the end

because of this instance, mason’s been doubtful of love. he believes in love for other people but definitely not for himself

he was supposed to go to julliard but chose not to go to college, being a music teacher for little kids and being a professional musician instead

i... will add more when i think of things 

as for his sexuality . . . i actually dk what it is. he has yet to figure it out but so far, he’s been asexual ??

pls plot w me

pls

anyway i dont rlly have his connections page up yet and still have to fix his stats page. but pls just like this post so i can come to u or you can hmu for plots ok. im so excited for my boi

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