#and then joyously giggling and shouting when he was spotted literally anywhere

[swag-system]

what are your favorite characters?

Like, all of them 🗣

honestly im a big character fan and i can see things i like in basically every character but for favorite its mostly just. him.

if u wanted a list of all the characters i enjoy just like. put every character from every media ive ever liked and that should get the point across. just put like.. every single total drama character, every single hlvrai character, every single tf2 character, every spiderverse character, every insomniac spiderman series character, and more and more and more. i love characters.

oh and i have f/os too but they r different to me thats not characters that is my husbands and wifes...

[unkindnessofone]

Good Golly

Thank you for sending in happy story ideas! There wasn’t a bad one in the bunch. I started writing a couple, but on the way home, this is the one that really stuck. I wrote it very fast and pretty much entirely on my way home from work. Hope it’s alright.

It should have been raining Ashton figured as he mindlessly glared out the window. He didn't even notice the tense frown on his face or sour look in his eyes as he stared through the window of Calum's California house, his personal favorite bachelor pad. The wind was crying outside, calling for night birds, and Ashton understood it's lonely sound like it was language he knew fluently. It wasn't as if anything had gone horribly wrong all day, but very little had incited any joy. He felt like his time was wasted as he listened to Luke layer his vocals in the studio on a track they were recording strictly for a charity drive. Ashton wished he was anywhere else, specifically London, England.

He glanced down at his left hand, the one free of a beer can, and glanced at his manipulated reflection in the thin gold band, a texture over it that his wife had made herself. He loved his wedding band. He wore it proudly and felt like it made him cooler somehow. It was proof that he had found his dream girl, that he had someone who loved him enough to be connected forever. It was romantic and Ashton knew his friends thought he was a sap for it, but he was still eager to tell anyone who would listen that Simone was wonderful and he was the luckiest man on Earth. He stretched out his fingers and debated picking at the chipped black nail polish, anything to keep him busy. In the background, he could hear Luke flirting with Cagney and making her howl with laughter and even Calum and a friend tossing darts across the room at the board on the wall, but nothing pulled him in. Ashton was in a bad mood and the worst part was that he didn't want to step out of it. 

He finished his beer and considered moving away from watching the trees in the backyard dance without choreography, but the thick buzzing of his phone in his pocket kept him in the same spot. Ashton sighed as he fished it out of the tight pair he wore, but eagerly answered when he saw Simone's name flashing on the screen. 

"Hey." A smile cracked through the bored scowl he had been wearing permanently for hours. "Finally." He felt like he had been waiting for to call all day, but that was because he had been despite their time difference.

"I'm literally in the car park of the doctor's office." Her voice, vibrant and polished, laughed on the other end. "I guess I could have called a minute sooner from the elevator." She teased. Simone knew it had been devastating to Ashton that he couldn't be there for this check-up. They had gone to every appointment together and Ashton had enjoyed them even though they feel more nervous than he knew he could feel anymore. After playing the arenas he had drummed through, it was kind of wild that ultrasounds and waiting rooms had such an effect on him. Still Ashton was cross with himself for not being able to get to her. Somehow his schedule had become congested without him realizing. He would have ripped into his assistant about it, but he loved Skye like a sister and couldn't bring himself to raise his voice when she pointed out that he wouldn't be able to make the check up. While disappointed, Simone tried her best to not make Ashton feel worse about his absence. She knew no one could beat him up worse than he could to himself. It was important to him that he be a part of every movement and development of his child even if he was currently an external factor. He wanted to be able to honestly tell them that he was there every step of the way, that he was a part of it all. Being in California took that away from him and he was bitter about it. "Are you good? How's your day going?" Simone inquired while going through her purse with one hand, looking for the envelope with the latest ultrasound on it so she could snap a photo and text it to her husband. 

"It's fine. How are you?" Right now, that was what he cared about. He wanted to be sure she wasn't overworking herself, that she was within walking distance of folic acid, and in general, feeling good. He felt useless being so far away from her. 

"Ashton, how are you really?" Simone sat up straight and pressed. The envelope was rested on her black pantyhose clad legs.

"What do you mean? I'm fine." 

Simone was trying to be discreet, but it wasn't working, "I heard that you were in a bit of a mood." 

"Oh yeah? From who?" He turned around, discarding his empty beer can on a nearby surface in order to cross his arm over his chest as he scanned the room, scouting the snitch. 

"A little bird." She laughed only because she swore she could hear his eyes roll. "Skye texted me...and Michael..." Ashton sighed again. "And Luke." She decided to leave out that Luke referred to Ashton as a ‘total asshat’ in his message.

"They can talk to me if they're having a problem." He scoffed, comfortable being King Grump for the day.

"They care." She explained with ease. "It's like how my mom texts you to make sure I'm taking prenatal vitamins and sleeping on my side." 

Ashton liked that Calista Telford in all her regal glory turned to him, her ferociously independent daughter refusing to pick up every one of her daily dozen calls. It made Ashton feel important in a situation where he was otherwise just a desperate assistant. 

"How was the appointment?" It was all he really wanted to know. Ashton walked deeper into the house, finding the bottom step that led to the second floor and taking a seat. He pressed the phone closer to his ear as if it would bring the two of them nearer to one another.  He shut his eyes and held his breath. Ashton just wanted good news. 

"Good strong heartbeat." Happy to inform him, Simone said while feeling comforted by the sound of Ashton's sigh of relief loud through the phone. "I did miss your hand drumming along on my leg though."  It was some kind of nervous tick he had developed through the pregnancy. Any time they had a chance to hear the heartbeat, Ashton took to showing off his own percussion skills. 

"Next time, I promise." There was nothing that would keep him from missing another. "Anything else?" He was really hoping for thorough details. Ashton wanted a play by play. What colour scrub top was the nurse wearing? 

"You know how these things are. It was over before it started. She said everything was just as they wanted it to be. They said she is healthy and starting to bounce around." Simone's eyes panicked, she watched them enlarge in her rear view mirror. She and Ashton had decided to be surprised with the baby's gender. They just wanted a healthy child, but when the doctor inquired Simone couldn't resist. It was as if she went rogue without Ashton there to shut it down. 

"She is healthy?" Ashton had been hanging on to every one of Simone's words. If they had just been talking about the weather in England, he might have missed a detail, but not about this. "She?" He pushed. 

"She." Reluctantly, Simone caved. "I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted to know!" She hoped that he wouldn't be upset with her or that she hadn't made his day any worse somehow. "I'm sorry." Since he was silent, she continued. Simone figured he did deserve the apology. "Ash?" Simone peeled the phone away from her sunbeam earring stud to check that their connection was still in place. “Ash?” She called out again, sounding very concerned. He had never given her the silent treatment before. He was always very forthcoming with his emotions and that was something that made him stand out to her.

“I'm having a girl!!!!” In the distance, his cell phone on the floor of the living room as he had tore through the house to return to the group of people he had been ignoring before, Ashton roared out with celebration exploding like freshly lit fireworks inside his mouth. “I'm having a girl!” He shouted again and this time, Simone could hear a chorus of voices that belonged to their friends joining in. As Calum tossed his arm around Ashton's shoulder merrily, careful not to poke him with the dart he was holding, Ashton managed to reach down and collect his phone. Luke cracked open another beer for his friend while Cagney clapped between them. “Simmie, I'm so excited. You've made me so happy tonight.” He told her honestly, his neck being pulled tightly to the left as Calum was still hugging him. It wasn’t as if news of a boy would have changed his reaction, the news just sent off a confetti cannon of pure delight inside of him and he couldn’t contain it.

“Congratulations!” Cagney leaned into Ashton's right side and hollered into the phone.

“Thank you?” Simone just shook her head and grinned, wishing she could be there to joyously celebrate with them all. Since it seemed okay with Ashton, she figured she would tell her family tonight and then they could toast it over some kind alcohol free cider. Maybe a nice ginger tea since she had a light stomach ache. “I'm glad you're happy. I know we had promised to wait - “

“No, I'm glad I know.” His mind was flashing different videos in his mind, all of them framed with mist while their focal point was clear. He imagined himself chasing a giggling little girl in a towel cape around their own house, he saw himself sitting behind her braids and helping her down a park slide for the first few times, and he imagined building blanket forts in hotel rooms while she wore a mini 5SOS shirt and one of his old bandannas. Ashton's sourpuss mood dissipated as he stood among his friends, his hand cupping a fresh beer, with the dumbest grin over his face. “Get here soon, okay?” He knew she had work to do out in her home country and that if it was up to her, she would do it all over the phone in the place they condo they were renting out there. Still, Ashton was proudly selfish and wanted her with him. He wanted to be celebrating with her, kissing her over and over again until they both needed ice cubes to hold on their chapped lips, and he wanted to feel her stomach even though it wasn't going to feel any different than before he knew that there was a small little girl inside. “I love you.”