#ashtonryder

[hawthornpenrose]

@ashton-ryder sent 👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style

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[tobiaswexley]

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Tobias, tending to Ashton's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Ashton: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

BONUS CONTENT:

Tobias: Here's some advice Ashton: I didn't ask for any Tobias: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

[tobiaswexley]

He didn't have to say it. The word touche was written in his expression, illuminated by the LEDs, a thin shadow casting over his face from the crook of muscles that framed the sentiment. "Would you have said no?" Knowing what he did about him, the question held its own. When it came to the rest of his group, he was the only one to have a successful outcome. Others would say lucky. Luck had nothing to do with it. If he had been lucky, he wouldn't have been in the situation at all. If it had been luck, Tobias didn't need to waste his time with medical school.

It was strange to think that many things were simpler then. At least the enemy was easy to identify for one of them. What enemy they had now was microscopic, incomplete data, and a broken radio that didn't sound as though progress was going steadily. A breath was released from Tobias as he took in the information, digesting it for a moment before his eyes took in Ashton's directly. "This isn't something I can help you with," he leveled with him. If it had been made of skin and bone, it'd be different. "What's the closest thing you'll need to cannibalize to make it work? I might have it upstairs."

Gradually, the large room quieted. Tobias didn't have to think about his answer; he simply pictured the faces of those he did work with, conjuring their names, before his arms folded against the table. A blink and they were gone. "A few." Silence. "I have who I need here."

"Eh well- I didn't exactly have much of a choice back then," he was barely conscious when he got out of that mission, the next thing he knew he was on an operating table with Dr Tobias hovering over him fixing his fucked up shoulder. He jest about the choice of lifesaver he got, but he was probably the luckiest one of the bunch.

Ashton let out a frustrated sighed after thinking for a second to find the answer that he should have, "..I don't know. The whole thing is confusing," he puts his bag down and reached for a screw driver, unscrewing the back panel to reveal the internal workings of it. "It could be the antenna, the amplifier, but.. my guess is the tuning circuit here." Ashton lightly tapped the circuit board. "It seems modern but the inside actually feels older, like a transistor radio old. I thought maybe the tuning coil got bumped out of place but it wasn't that easy of a fix." He reached into his bag for a box that contained a breadboard circuit, simulating the same construct of the radio on a more simplistic scale, "I'm trying to recreate it, to figure out the problem." Electrical Engineering wasn't exactly Ashton's forte, he understood enough of the basics of circuits to make some sense of it but something tells him it isn't the regular breadboard radios to make at home with your kids. But he rarely backs down from a challenge.

Ashton leans back and folds his arms as he thought but he came back to the conversation at hand, "I'm sure the hospital will be able to hold its ground.. did you know anyone working there?"

[necessex-blog]

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would you believe me if I said I didn’t need youcause I wouldn’t believe you if you said the same to me

skeptics and true believers - the academy is...

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cause there’s always time for second guessesI don’t wanna knowif you’re gonna be the death of me, that’s how I wanna go

collar full - panic at the disco

[oxtsider]

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that’s what i like --- bruno mars.

Anything you want, just to put a smile on itYou deserve it baby, you deserve it allAnd I'm gonna give it to you

[qtlikekai-blog]

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‘cause to love is a RADICAL act, give your brother a pat on the backand if you get a panic attack, feel like you’re at the b a c k of the pack

i’ll never let it die - watsky 

[bwsnpc]

Jonathan I ran out of things to do, what are my next orders :////////

Have you tried reading a book? Or, if you’re more inclined, I hear they’re doing wonderful things with television these days. I took up knitting about a decade ago, it passes the time nicely. 

Stay watchful, but lay low. There aren’t any fires to put out just yet.

[dexwoo-blog]

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i'ma FIGHTERwhat do you wanna do now? you a fighter?

fighter - far east movement ft. yoonmirae and autolaser

[mementomorri]

rules  : you can only say “guilty” or “innocent”. you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages or asks you. repost, don’t reblog!

asked  someone  to  marry  you?   GUILTY kissed  one  of  your  friends?   GUILTY danced  on  a  table  in  a  bar / tavern?   GUILTY ever  told  a  lie?   GUILTY had  feelings  for  someone you  can’t  have?   GUILTY ever  kissed  someone  of  the same  sex?   GUILTY kissed  a  picture?   GUILTY slept  until  5pm?   GUILTY fallen  asleep  at  work / school?   INNOCENT held  a  snake?  GUILTY been  suspended  from  school?   INNOCENT worked  at  a  fast  food  chain / restaurant?   INNOCENT stolen  something?   GUILTY been  fired  from  a  job?   INNOCENT done  something  you  regret?   GUILTY laughed  until  something  you  were  drinking  came  out  of  your  nose?   INNOCENT caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue?   GUILTY kissed  in  the  rain?   INNOCENT sat  on  a  roof  top?   GUILTY kissed  someone  you  shouldn’t have?   GUILTY sang  in  the  shower?   GUILTY been  pushed  into  a  body of water  with  all  your  clothes  on?   INNOCENT shaved  your  head?   INNOCENT slept  naked?   GUILTY made  a  boyfriend / girlfriend  cry?   INNOCENT shot  a  gun?   GUILTY still  loved  someone  you  shouldn’t?   GUILTY have / had  a  tattoo?   INNOCENT liked  someone,  but  will  never  tell  who?   GUILTY been  too  honest?   GUILTY ruined  a  surprise?   GUILTY been  told  that  you’re  beautiful  by  someone  who  totally  meant  what  they  said?  GUILTY stalked  someone?   GUILTY thoughts  about  murder?   GUILTY still  have  communication  w/  your  ex?   INNOCENT how  about  mass  murder?   GUILTY cheated  on  someone?   INNOCENT gotten so  angry  that  you  cried?   GUILTY tried  to  stay  away  from  someone  for  their  own  good?   GUILTY thoughts  about  suicide?   GUILTY had  a  girlfriend / boyfriend?   GUILTY gotten  totally  drunk  during  a  holiday?   GUILTY

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[mementomorri]

@necessex @ashtonryder

[opheliajcmes]

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TO BUILD A HOME the cinematic orchestra

There is a house built out of stoneWooden floors, walls and window sillsTables and chairs worn by all of the dustThis is a place where I don't feel aloneThis is a place where I feel at home

[hawthornpenrose]

He's a 10 but he has that one cigarette....

"My most dearest soldier, as Freud so well eloquently put it: sometimes a cigarette is just a cigarette. Though, the flattery does know no bounds."

[tobiaswexley]

"A DNR is not difficult to fill out," he reminded, as dry as the statement before it, closing the door behind the both of them. "24 hours is not a guarantee against most diseases," he added, gesturing to a chair that could easily be sanitized later. Margaret wasn't allowed in this area for a reason, but disinfecting it remained priority from patient-to-patient regardless. Some common practices couldn't be afforded to be missed, and that included the amount of gloves he was managing to go through.

"There was no break to the skin?" he finally asked, as he approached him again. His hand rested on the shoulder in question, pushing over the sleeve to get a better look at the bones' placement. The swelling may have been lowered by the ice, but it still bloated the bruised skin. "Any loss of feeling to your hand?"

"That time was given out of my knowledge nor consent, so," Ashton chuckled, shrugging with his one good shoulder for now, muttering a thanks for letting him in despite the later hours of the day. Ashton shook his head as he stepped in though, going back into the serious matter at hand. "No, we sustained no other injuries on the run, just ended our 24 hour quarantine so no other adverse side effects so far since return."

He stood around, following Tobias' lead in awaiting for orders on where to go, whatever he needed to do to get his shoulder fixed. "Over the last 24 hours, I've iced it and took some over the counter anti-inflammation pills, so the swellings gone down, but at impact my arm went numb for a solid minute, so I probably hit that nerve again." Ashton recounted any important information that could be useful, as if a seasoned visitor to the medical team from every mission.

[necessex-blog]

He all but dropped his body onto the couch with a defeated sigh. Astor felt like he was getting nowhere, and looking around the room, he could see he was right. Their living room was littered with boxes, some open, most of them untouched. He hated moving, and he hated unpacking even more – but living out of boxes for the next six months didn’t seem very appealing, so he was trying to just push through and get it finished. Ashton didn’t own much in the way of material things, but between himself, Morri, and Lili... they had a lot of shit.

Though he could have fallen asleep on the couch, he made the mistake of checking his watch and realized it was nearly four in the morning. They’d been at this all night, while Morri and Lili were out, buying a few of the little things they still required. He pulled himself to a stand to see that Ashton had exited the room. Only then did his ears pick up on the light clinking sounds from the kitchen. He crossed those twenty feet in no time, having the thought that he was getting rusty, coming to leaning against the wall that opened up into the room, looking at Ashton’s back as he stood over the oven. Astor couldn’t help but grin... was he making pancakes? He felt the need to verbalize, “... Are you making pancakes? At four in the morning?” He then added on, making sure it sounded playful, even if the question was honest, “Good god, are you alright?” @ashtonryder

[oxtsider]

@ashtonfinryder

          “I have a very bad feeling about this whole thing.” Margaret states simply, a tiny frown on her lips. “Whenever someone stiffs me on a date, it’s because they’re dead. I mean — it hasn’t happened a lot, but a few times. And they’ve always died somehow on the way to me. People never just … not show.” She huffs and tosses her hair. “And if Sebastian’s not, then he should be. Balenciaga made them himself, Ashton — how could he just not be there?” Pouting, she folds her arms and glares at a corner of her apartment. She sits on the couch, comfortable in a loose gown and slippers, glass of wine sitting untouched on the coffee table. Not since Morrigan has she wished for the chance to get silly drunk — to forget her troubles and just keep laughing as if there wasn’t a problem in the world. And honestly, a runaway fiancé isn’t the worst problem to have

                              ( and really, margaret really doesn’t mind it. she’s starting to think this is how carrie bradshaw felt on the day mr. big abandoned her at the altar. except carrie was head over heels with mr. big, and margaret wouldn’t say she feels quite the same fervor for sebastian barnett. )

          “I’m not overreacting,” she insists, even though she’s sitting on her couch. With Ashton. something about stars plays on the television and magazines fan across their laps. Turning towards him, she prods for attention and wonders if he’s even listening. “Am I?”

[dexwoo-blog]

yes, romulus and keket :*

Name: Serapis. They probably fought for like seven years about a name and eventually Hae-Nim just did it for them. 

Gender: Cis-Male, uses he/him pronouns. 

General Appearance: Surprisingly short, considering both his parents height, Serapis stands at an intimidating five-foot-three, disappointing Romulus immensely. He’s inherited a strong chin from the guy, but his other facial features seem like they’re taken from somebody else. He’s got a mop of brown hair with loose curls and almost grey eyes. His build is athletic, but not too bulky. Enough muscle where it looks like he could beat you in arm wrestling but you could still take him in a street fight. His go-to outfit is a loose fitting collar shirt and dark jeans, he’s of the mind that simple is better. 

Personality: Serapis is driven, political, and ambitious; yet also a huge nerd who can never shut up about philosophy for five seconds. Way more laid back than either of his parents, Serapis tends to earn scorn by not showing up to certain stuff, cutting meetings, often with weak excuses about the will of the universe or whatever when we all know he was smoking weed. He’s almost comically agreeable, even if you dislike him it’s hard to deny that charm. Once you can get him serious about a topic though, expect lengthy research sessions and even lengthier conversations.

Special Talents: Disappearing without a trace only to show up when you least expect it. Finding classified information online and through databases. Being able to blind taste wine. Hoarding all the glasses on his bedside table.

Who they like better: Keket, mostly she shows some actual affection even if a rock would show more affection than his mom. Also, Serapis respects her more a person so...

Who they take after more: Really neither of them, at first glace, but Serapis’ political nature does somewhat mirror his father’s. Which you should never bring up unless you want a fist to your face. 

Personal Head canon: Serapis was a pain in the ass about wanting to go to traditional human school, along with university, because it was going to ‘broaden his horizon’ and ‘help him with future political endeavors’. In university, he ended up making a lot of human friends and even a human girlfriend, despite the fact both of his parents disliked it. His degree is in business with a minor in philosophy, which isn’t completely useless.

AESTHETIC / LOOKS