heyits-asher

[heyits-asher]

👻 + jackson

@jacksonxellis

[heyits-asher]

📸 + uly!

@ulyflynn @edietello

[heyits-asher]

💕 + uly!

Ash 📲 Uly

Ash: u kno im rly happy for u Ash: like rly so happy Ash: [ voice memo 'like SOOOOOOO happy' ] Ash: u deserve to feel loved nd im so glad things worked out with u nd edie @ulyflynn

[heyits-asher]

✨ + silas!

Ash 📲 Silas

Ash: i kno im an apprentice n all but when do i get handsaw privledges Ash: priveleges* Ash: privileges? @silascody

[heyits-asher]

Do they have any birthmarks? Tattoos? Scars?

"Oh, yeah, loads of scars. Little ones. I skate, so I fall a lot. I have a little sun tattoo on my finger, and a little cactus on the inside of my arm from the Valentine's flash sale. They both match with Gillian's.

Don't really have any birthmarks, though. Just freckles. Do they count?"

[heyits-asher]

send 👻 for a snapchat from my muse + atticus!

@atticuscortes

[heyits-asher]

👻 + warner

@warnerstjames

[heyits-asher]

😬 + angel

Asher 📲 Angel

Ash: pls dont hate me Ash: but sedona tore up half ur decorations @firefighterrojas

[heyits-asher]

Ash: works for me Ash: i got nothing but time five minutes later... Ash: [ screenshot of his schedule ] @silascody

Silas: Sick Silas: Yeh can be Silas: Depends on how much of a bitch the person is Silas: Get paid for it tho so cant complain to much @heyits-asher

[heyits-asher]

Ash laughs and shrugs, because yeah. He does love Uly. That had never been up for debate, and he doesn’t doubt it didn’t take him downing a shot of Hennesey in his name to solidify the idea. Not in the year and few odd months he has known him.

He does hate the shot, though. It burns his throat, and the remnants of it on his tongue have him reaching for his beer to chase it.

“Ugh, how do you even like that?”

Asher can’t even pretend that he might grow to do so with the way it sits in his belly. “Heathen.” It’s washed down with a couple of sips. At least Uly made sure their beers didn't topple over, otherwise Ash would be fighting for his life without a chaser. He barely gets a chance to recover before he feels a prod, ushering to the pool table.

"Okay, okay. While I'm still sober enough to prove I have some sorta skill." His birthday, about half a year back, had been the worst example. As expected, if he was being honest then, as by the time his turn had come up he had been properly sloshed for the occasion.

The pool balls clatter once Ash has lined up his shot for the break, enough to the walls to make it legal but none pocketed. He moves around the table to make his choice at the next shot - the red solid that rolled close to the top right pocket.

"By the way, you fucker," Asher starts while swiftly pocketing it. "Thank you." He misses the next, not by far, but he steps back from the table to go retrieve his beer. "That Silas guy talked to me earlier. I think he's gonna give me a chance at a whole apprentice gig."

@ulyflynn

"You sure about that?" Uly says, eyebrow arched at what he thinks is either a half-truth or if Asher had genuinely forgotten about the scowl-y sort-of-ex of his he had told him about. It sounded like a disaster from start to finish and he couldn't see a single appeal to it other than if the sex had been good.

"You'd think but a clingy bitch can ruin your fucking life if you're not careful."

From what he knew of Madison now -- which wasn't all that much beyond what she could do wither body -- she had the markers of a stage-five clinger. The saving grace of it was he's sure her attention isn't fixed solely on him.

It was a solid reminder to him why the safest bet was to always keep a roster and keep it rotating, less chance he would find himself trapped in an all too intense relationship again like he had been with Pearl.

At the announcement that he was an idiot, he holds an arm out, pool cue bumper nudged against the side of his shoe as the tip points in the direction of where his arm reached.

By the time Asher returned with the drinks, Uly had racked up and removed the triangular rack, leaving it on the table the beers had ended up at and taking the shot held out to him with gratitude.

"Aw, fucker, you do love me," He grins as he chose his preferred booze to shot rather than his own. That was Asher all over, even in the small stuff -- he kept the finer details of a person close even if he did make some missteps with the bigger stuff at times.

He clinks the side of his shot glass against his friends, downing it in one go with a sound akin to a bark following when he slams the empty down on the tray and almost causes a contained earthquake within their beers. Uly salvages them with a steadying hold of the tray before he lifts a foot and gives Asher a gentle kick on the ass towards the table.

"You're breaking."

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There isn’t much Asher can say in his own defense. Forgetting or being preoccupied doesn’t seem like it will cover it here. It doesn’t matter if his intentions weren’t malicious, it’s put more on Gillian’s plate than he ever realized. Has he really been that incompetent?

“I’m sorry, Gill…” Ash quietly tries to get that in there. “I really am. I don’t mean to do these things, I just don’t think sometimes.”He feels shame color his cheeks red. “It doesn’t mean I don’t love you, though. Forgetting to do things, and all that. I do." That's something he won't leave up for debate.

He does try, with hope in his eyes, as he asks, "Can I make it up to you? Somehow?"

@thegillyxliang

"You showed up late, Asher. It's no different than offering to do my laundry for me and having me borrow something of yours when you forget to buy detergent in the first place. It's...god, it's just showing responsibility. And showing that things take priority, that I am a priority.." Gillian swallowed thickly as she said it, hating the way that tears kept filling her eyes despite her best efforts. "Slip ups happen, but it feels like this is constant, Ash. Things are forgotten and undone, messes left to be cleaned up. I...I sometimes feel like your mother more than your girlfriend. Always having to remind you of things, or pick up the slack. Doing things that I shouldn't have to when we're both adults." In fact, Asher was older than her...

Sniffling, Gillian looked around the sidewalk then, gaze bouncing all over, never stopping on anything for long until it ultimately came back to him--because it always came back to him. "I love you, Asher. A..And I want to be with you. I want everything with you, but...fuck, I can't be the only one giving 100% all the time. I deserve to be given effort too.."

[heyits-asher]

Ash: ok sounds good Ash: let me check back with my boss n i can give u my days Ash: like days r longer than expected? thats cool @silascody

Silas: Yeah weekdays Silas: 7 to 4 if shit goes to plan Silas: Doesnt always fyi @heyits-asher

[heyits-asher]

Asher doesn’t have to. His shit-eating grin says it all. It doesn’t matter that he contains his own laugh, amusement twinkles in his eyes. It’s quite the change in effort from the year before. What else is is the fact Ash hasn’t been tasked with keeping Uly away from Edie. And it’s something he’s very happy about.

“Oh, uh—” Asher glances out to the crowd, shrugging. “She’s out there, kicking it with some friends. And I’m not drunk or high enough to tolerate any of—” Ash extends his arm free of the balloon to wiggle his fingers to the center of the floor area. “— that. It’s a lot of people.”

Ash isn’t about to act any which way clingy about it, either, even if he wants to be by Gillian’s side. Her spending the night at Cricket’s has put Asher on an edge of something he can’t name. “Where’s Edie? How is she? I haven’t seen her since she tried to run me over with a shopping cart.”

@ulyflynn

closed for: @heyits-asher

where: sharky’s halloween party

"Whatever you wanna say, I'd shut the fuck up about it instead," Uly warns, referring to his costume and the unusual level of effort for him that had gone into it. There's no real malice in his words as he speaks them in thorough distraction, flicking the balloon attached to his best friend for the third time since he stood beside him like a compulsion.

( He wasn't going to pop it, but that didn't stop him wondering how loud it would be if he did. )

"Why isn't Pennywise tied to your other wrist?"

[heyits-asher]

the fool : what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or excite them ?

“They don’t scare me, that’s for sure. I can’t say I actively seek them out, though. They are thrown at me through acts of impulsiveness. I make decisions that change the course of my life on a whim, like when I left home in Scottsdale. And when I left L.A. to come here. I took the first step without any thought, and everything had to come at me after.

I always land on my feet, so it doesn’t deter me.”

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send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

Every star in the Arizona night sky is blinding. Shining and twinkling outside Asher’s bedroom window when Bruno kneels down to hush and wipe his nose with a tissue.

Another fight exploded between his parents. His mother came home with Valeria, who looked as if her world split in half. His sister, who never cracked under any pressure, shared a look with Bruno that Ash couldn’t decipher, but when the announcement of a pregnancy came to light, shit hit the fan.

Their father didn’t respond well when their mother insisted he get back into the workforce. Her income as a waitress at the diner wouldn’t cover it, and maternity leave was nonexistent to service workers. He told her to stop nagging him.

Then Bruno added fire into it when he told their mother it was a selfish thing to even consider keeping it when they could barely keep their heads above water.

Asher didn’t get that, because he could swim. Very well, actually. He hasn’t worn swimmies since he was three.

But the thing is, Ash has been crying all night. All hot snot and tears until it’s turned into subtle sniffling with the occasional hiccup. Bruno assures him, through all the mentions of sleeping in a car or empty bellies, he will take care of Asher. It takes a lot to settle him to fall asleep, but he eventually does.

When he wakes the next morning, Bruno’s bed is empty and his bag is gone. There’s another argument that disturbs the morning peace, and when Ash emerges, it’s in time to see the proud lines of his brother’s back disappear out of the slamming screen door.

Bruno doesn’t come back. 

@thevaleriaxortiz

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CLOSED STARTER for @leomlarson

“Are you, like, an angel or something?” Ash asks when he grabs Leo by the shoulder to steady himself and pull himself through the crowd to Leo’s side. Pretty much, with the amount of bodies around them, against his side. “It works, because you are like an angel.” 

An angel Asher needs most as his nerves feel like they’re going to unravel with the amount of people in the venue. “My pen ran out, do you have anything? I went through my cigarettes already, and I feel like everything’s too much right now.”

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CLOSED STARTER for @jaredx

“Ahoy!” Ash calls from the step up level when he spots Jared. He leans over the rail, his balloon bouncing off of someone’s head, and waves to his boss. “I like it. A pirate that owns a surf shop. Are you, like, a Jack Sparrow kinda pirate, or the kind from Lazy Town?”