#— asa holland.

[rileytakeda]

nye starter (closed) for @rippedstitch-s

She's had enough alcohol at this point that she hasn't thought about her parents in at least half an hour and that's an improvement from the way things have been going. Theo is surprisingly good company, and for someone who tends to prefer quieter affairs, she's having a pleasant time. However, being five foot two has its downsides, and she remembers as she is half-shoved into the back of another man. "Great, thanks for that!" she calls after the departing person who doesn't seem to realize (or care). "God, I'm really sorry about that," she apologizes to the man she crashed into, but pauses when she sees the look on his face. "Whoa, are you okay?"

[rileytakeda]

He doesn't owe them any explanations, even if Riley wishes he would. Wishes that they could at least figure out what's got Aria caught in its iron grip, and maybe her friend would know. But that's also a selfish violation of their ex's privacy in a way that she doesn't deserve. So they settle for awkward small talk and dancing around the elephant in the room.

"I grew up in California, and there are some days, almost all of them in the winter, that I ask myself why the fuck I decided to put down roots here," they joke. Initially, they'd chosen New York because it was the furthest away from San Diego they could think of while still being in a major metropolitan area, but they'd fallen in love with the city over the years, to the point where it was home, even beyond just out of necessity. "Glad you were able to get out and about then. Sometimes, time away is all we need to clear our heads."

It's another time Asa wishes he could elaborate. Wouldn't it be so nice, to explain every little thing going on in his head? The brain fog brought on by multiple head injuries, by medical malpractice? The mind games that had been plaguing him for 5 months, brought on by his own over-sharing? By his own need to feel less lonely? He knows Riley cares about Aria. And they'd be someone that... maybe, in another life, he'd want to be closer to.

He still stays kind, apologetic. "I... yeah, winter really does mess with everyone, doesn't it? You're right. Things have been... better. I got to do a little book tour for my childrens' books. Think all the work for it was making me a bit batty." He chuckles.

[butterflykisses86]

Emma really went to the achool of Zendaya, cause girl was laughing at everything Sam said...like girl 🤣

[intxication]

Mathias was starting to think that taking the high road was really meant for people who were capable of sympathy. Whether people forgave him or not didn’t weigh heavily on him, he just assumed that at some point everyone would hate him and he had to live with it. But if a greater man thought he was better than whatever he was, then he ought to try right?

Picking a public place was often what people did to make others feel safe. He couldn’t pull out a knife or gun while the table next to him sipped on coffee and ate scones. It annoyed him. Mathias sat back, his fingers smoothing over the paper cup that held his drink. He was probably looking worse for wear. Between the run ins he had, which earned him a new scar across his neck and scratches on his face, and the fight with Jude that left him with a bruised rib and a split lip. Mathias looked torn up. There were also the bruises on his neck, small and peppered everywhere, that he had to hide by pulling up the hood of his jacket.

All this effort to make an appearance for one person. He leaned back in his chair as Asa approached, and Mathias gave a lazy wave.

“Took you long enough”.

@rippedstitch-s

[nealsneen]

You know a young actor's/actresse's career is really going well, they launched a couple of successful projects, they are on the rise to stardom, when they are hired for one of these weird-ass but super cool photo shoots, wearing frilly, baggy, colourful high-fashion-haute-couture in ridiculously impossible poses.

Raise your hand, if you know what I mean. :D

[mikalaseabrooke-archive]

CLOSED STARTER for @asa-m-holland. WHERE | WHEN: London Humane Society, early evening.

A sixth cat. Sixth. Mikala wouldn’t believe it if he didn’t know Asa so well. He’s not entirely sure how Asa will manage to fit a sixth animal in his—their—flat. He’s still adjusting to that, and being around the pre-existing cats so often. Still, he essentially offered to tag along during this visit to the Humane Society in search of a black cat named Igor, the artist formerly known as Mr Ears.

What he didn’t expect, on top of everything else, is to get distracted by a rabbit of all things. Perhaps he’s caught off guard by the fact that the shelter even has rabbits, which is why he agreed to holding the little creature.

So, there he is, returning to Asa’s side with a lionhead rabbit in arms. “Did you know they have a rabbit named David Bowie? He’s quite calm.” Snuggly is how one of the employees described him, but he won’t be using that word, thank you very much.

[lstbcys]

@asa-m-holland

"Hypothetically—," he started, looking over at Asa, "if you were to try and track down a wolf, one who had attacked someone you care about, how would you start the process of finding the right one?" Kelly had asked him to not go after the wolf that hurt her, and she was probably right; it was stupidly dangerous and all in all, she was okay, but his sire would never have let anyone getting away with hurting any of her creations and he yearned to follow her footsteps wherever he could.

[shadowdavutoglu]

WHO: @asa-m-holland WHERE: One Man's Trash WHEN: Midmorning

Bora hadn't planned on going to the store that day. He'd had to wake up at—in his opinion—an unreasonably early hour to catch a target starting their morning commute, and when that was all over, he'd planned to go back to his flat for a nap before meeting his family for rakı night. But then Sabahat had texted, wondering if he could fill in while she did errands, and when she hit him with the double incentive of fresh helva and a newly-arrived box of journals, he couldn't say no. Now he sat at the counter, chasing the last bits of walnut and pistachio around his dessert plate without really looking at them--he was engrossed in a farmer's diary from 1891, which had gotten a whole lot more interesting when he realized the author was having an affair with her husband's brother. Only the clanging doorbell caught his attention, and once he saw who'd arrived, he stood up to greet the underboss. "Morning," he said. "Want something to eat?" He was already moving toward the kitchen area, filling a tea glass and grabbing another plate of helva not from any goodness of his heart, but the knowledge that if his mother returned and he hadn't been hospitable to a guest, she'd scold him without caring who heard. (The fact that he was past thirty and had just returned from committing murder wouldn't matter.) Sliding the food toward Asa, he returned to his place by the register. "What's going on?"

[beautifully-execut3d]

@rippedstitch-s | Setting: Jumping Jack Power Plant | Local Time: 02:45 | TW: blood, injury, slight gore

The frustrated cry of pain that leaves Seine's lips echos into nothingness as her fingers press onto the wound on her thigh. It's deep, but not deep enough to kill (so says her limited expertise) - it still hurts like a bitch, and it's bleeding, the rush of adrenaline she's coming down from leaving her busy. Blood smears onto the screen of her phone as she tries to type a message:

[ Seine -> Asa ] help, meet me at power plant?

The phone is pushed into the pocket of her jacket, along with the bloody knife. Getting stabbed with her own knife like a dumb bitch hadn't been on her agenda for the night, especially with the effort it took her to finish the job right after. Suck it up. You've been trained for this.

The walk (and crawl) to the building feels like it takes hours, and when she finally gets there, she just slumps down against the front door, dark pants now fully wet, feeling dizzy. She tries to check her phone, but the dried blood makes her hands too stiff. "Fuck.", she curses out, in more than just one language, "Fuck."

[ Seine -> Asa ] outside door

[audrasmythe]

honesty hour: how do you feel about aria's situation? asa's?

"Aria is- well, she's a darling, really. A lovely girl. And perhaps the way it's happened is- let's say regretful. But it'll all be for the best in the long run. I hate to think that she's hurt, or scared, but at the beginning it can both be those things. It's worth it.

And Asa, I care about him very much. Seeing him the other day was- hard. I felt recognition there. It's hard seeing him, knowing how strong it will make him, knowing he doesn't see it that way yet."

@ariaboughton @rippedstitch-s

[stasyabarto]

# AU Otis Milburn and Peter Parker are students of the same school

[rileytakeda]

They huff out a laugh, hopefully one that doesn't sound as hollow as it feels. "Yeah, you don't gotta tell me twice," they say with a wry smile. Nothing in their life has ever suggested that the way it's supposed to be is anything other than shitty, at least not for them.

"Yeah, I don't know about that, pretty sure she'd be happy if I never came around again," they shrug. Maybe Aria's right, maybe they're no good for anyone and the best thing they can do is keep their distance. Or maybe they're getting fucking weepy after they haven't slept in 34 hours. "Anyways, I'll see you around, yeah? Maybe next time, both of us will be in a decent state. Third time's the charm, right?"

Guilt creeps in - because yes, things had been rough. And he knows exactly why. And regardless of intention, he'd been the reason. Asa's glad she's doing better, too. Glad she has people she can talk to within the Syndicate, glad she can talk to him again, too.

But... it'll never be the same for her. He knows that. And he takes a breath, rubs at his temple with a nod. "I'm sorry... sometimes the way it's supposed to be can be... shitty." Asa chuckles tiredly. "I've learned that, recently. But I promise you, I'll make sure she's okay. She's lucky to have someone like you looking out for her, Riley. Even from afar."

[petalsfm]

LOCATION: 4th of july bbq STATUS: closed / @asa--holland

it was weird for milly to not be in charge of a holiday celebration for her and asa. at the end of the day, milly could be a CONTROL FREAK. just to be in charge of something, milly packed her picnic basket for the two of them, leaving asa in charge of the drinks and finding a blanket. she wouldn't trust him with anything else. her sunglasses are sitting at the tip of her nose as she turns and asks "are you excited?"

[intxication]

@rippedstitch-s

Location: Asa's Apartment

Mathias decided to take Asa up on his offer to teach him to paint. It wasn't the activity he thought they were going to do initially, Mathias thought that murder would come before painting. But spending time with someone was better than nothing.

He was feeling a sort of high too. The events of the week left him in a good mood, so Mathias was happier than usual. He knocked on Asa's door, his bag over his shoulder with all the things he thought he needed. Mathias waited for Asa to answer the door before greeting him.

"Hello. I got us sandwiches".

[vcmprism]

@asa-m-holland

He couldn't help but smirk as he saw the familiar face in a library, figuring out of every place they would be it would be here. "I'd say I'm surprised to see you here but it'd be like saying it's surprising to see a fish in water," he joked as he walked forward, hands in pockets