*･☾˙ ˖✶ ⟫ QUIT THIS CITY .

*･☾˙ ˖✶ ⟫ we got us in the American dream Since we were seventeen We said that we quit this city And you and me, we don't need to pretend We could drive our hearts We could drive our hearts to the end.

[ashisms-blog1]

dashvrpark:

with the dawning realization that he was the only one present in the vacant theatre, asher saw no harm in letting himself b r e a t h e. the thought that for one small, insignificant moment he could be HIMSELF - a minute to step out from the suffocating darkness. maybe, insomnia did have it’s perks. he stumbled up onto the stage, grasping at a microphone - steady thrumming of his heart the only background music he truly needed. “when i close my eyes and try to sleep, i fall apart, i’m fighting hard to breathe.” his voice echos through the room, soft and melodic but deep and soulful all the same. “you’re the reason, the only reason. even though my dizzy head is numb, i swear my heart is never giving up.” – eyes snap open at the intrusion to his peace, gaze falling on the other person. “uh – ‘sup?” 

ash felt his eyes being forced open as music blared from someone singing out on stage. rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he climbed out of the large bin of costumes that hid him away effortlessly. he passed through the backstage area, wondering who’s voice that way. stepping out into the light of the stage, he smiled as his gaze met the blonde. though, his smile was replaced by a loud yawn as it forced its way past his lips. “can you keep it down? some of us are trying to slee- study our lines.”

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tfroscoe:

tugging on his backpack lightly, roscoe pulled out his little folder of sheet music before making his way towards the piano near the orchestra pit. maybe he’d gotten to rehearsal a little early but he did see a few odd faces moving around backstage so maybe this gave him time to run through a few of the different songs. sitting on the piano bench, the male’s hands lingered over the ivory keys before starting to play the song, singing along quietly to keep in time. “someone in the crowd could be the one you need to know, the one to finally lift you off the ground..”

ash perked up a bit, hearing the faint sound of music that echoed through the large space of the theater. as far as he knew, he was alone. stepping out onto the expansive stage, his eyes wandered along the orchestra pit, a simple smile etching itself onto his features as he recognized the familiar thatch of dark waves amidst the crowd of instruments. “see. you’re doing amazing. you should have auditioned for the show. you’ve got quite the set of pipes!” hopping down, he sat on the edge of the stage, letting his feet dangle below him. “what are you doing here so early, anyway?”

[ayusaurus]

ANOTHER NSFW PAIRING MEME

[rhcttp]

ayumichan46:

Send me a pairing and I’ll tell you:

Who is louder?

Who is more experimental? 

Who takes more risks? 

Do they fuck or make love? 

Lights on or off?

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?

Has either stolen the other’s underwear? 

Who comes first?

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? 

Who is more submissive? 

Who usually initiates things?

Who is more sensitive?

Who has the most patience? 

Which kinks do they share? 

[askbait]

Sweet Asks

🍭- List the initials of your 5 closest friends 🍬- Have you ever been in love? When? 🍫- Do you have a sweet tooth? 🎂- If you could change your name to anything, what would you change it to? 🍡- What’s your favorite season? 🍪- Do you have a significant other? What’s your favorite thing about them? 🍩- What’s your favorite thing about yourself? 🍨- What do you find attractive in people? 🍑- Who do you miss right now? 🍉- What/who inspires you? 🍓- List 5 reasons to love yourself

[ashisms-blog1]

tfroscoe:

“i’m not that loose. i didn’t have sex with everyone i liked.” arching an eyebrow the mention of mexican witches, roscoe clicked his tongue and shrugged. he’d never really looked into that kind of stuff simply because he wasn’t interested. “you’re starting to sound like that misty bitch from american horror story.” he felt his cheeks warm up and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and tried to clear his throat. “that’s not true. i don’t purposely time it like that. i don’t even get what’s the big deal with you being naked all the time? you belong in a fuckin’ nudist colony.”

“you should have. you’ve dated some guys along the way. if you didn’t fuck them, you’ve missed a few choice opportunities.” his body still moved to the beat of the song, watching his friend with a trained eye. he wasn’t sure if roscoe was uncomfortable, shy, or both. “misty day? the legend? the hero? the icon? thank you.” roscoe knew that ash was a huge american horror story fan. when they had first started rooming, ash had made a rule to watch every season. “a nudist colony? i’m in. run away with me. we’ll live as nudists and cast this whole big city life aside.” 

[ashisms-blog1]

tfroscoe:

“okay, says the same person who was nicknamed backseat for a majority of junior and senior year, shut up,” roscoe could feel the sudden annoyance wash over him but let it go after a few seconds. he wasn’t prone to holding grudges, especially not with ash. he’d originally met ash through nolan and as nolan and charlotte got closer over the years, roscoe found himself clinging to ash. they were best friends and had been for a long time. “okay, first of all, my ancestors are mexican. don’t know where you’re getting your facts about salem. and yes, i would reject you ‘cause we’re not hippies. — i never said i didn’t.”

“two loose peas in a pod, i suppose.” he nudged the other male playfully with a smile. “okay. i’m pretty sure there are mexican witches, though. it doesn’t matter. you’d reject me. you wouldn’t dance in the pale moonlight with no clothes to hold your spirit back. everything’s ruined.” he fiddled with the shirt that sat in his grasp. “yeah. i’m not stupid. every time, i run to the kitchen in the middle of the night, suddenly you pop up. you just want to catch a wild naked ash dancing in the refrigerator light. i know you... all too well.”

[ashisms-blog1]

grchamhq:

“Ew. Thank god.” Graham scoffed at the information that Ash hadn’t yet fucked anyone in the dressing room. Atleast the show was off to a good start.  He leaned into the doorway a bit, brows furrowed a bit as he listened to Ash try and recall the girl who’d given him his costume and shrugged. “Whenever you get the chance to go over, they’er finishing up with a few other people first.” He sighed with a nod, raising a brow at Ash’s advice to go have a smirk and smirked a bit. “I might actually, fuckin’ bored out of my mind.. I think I still owe you a cigarette from that time I bummed off you, like, a week ago. So if you want one I can cover you.” He offered out next.

“relax. don’t get too excited. i just haven’t had the chance yet.” ash chuckled a bit, stepping closer to the dark haired male. he thought the idea over for a moment, wondering if he should leave his spot in the dressing room. “that doesn’t sound half bad. i could use a little fresh air.” pulling his black tank top over his head, he moved to the other male in the doorway. “lead the way.” ash smirked. “i thought you had completely forgotten. i’m not like a repo man, who’s going to break down your door at 3 a.m, demanding a cigarette. i just... remembered. you’re an alright guy, ounce.”

[ashisms-blog1]

rileyiisms:

slender digits pressed against the white keys of the grand piano that sat along side of the stage. most of the cast and crew worked backstage practicing for rehearsal tonight, but nothing had really begun quite yet, which left riley to the piano. she would give anything to have a piano of her own in her apartment, but that was stretching it a bit. her guitars already took up a ton of space in the efficiency. the tune playing was original, but it wasn’t something she’d written recently. she was just playing around, when she heard footsteps come up behind her. startled, riley smashed her hands on the keys, creating a loud, unpleasant sound. “shit! sorry. i didn’t know anyone needed the piano. let me just get my stuff packed up,” she kicked one leg over the piano bench and turned around to lock eyes with the other person in the room.

taking not of the girl’s slender digits tickling the ol’ ivories, ash listened to the music that came from the instrument. she was good. he could understand why her one song had become so popular. the tune (whatever it was) was catchy, eliciting a simple tap of his foot. “chill. i don’t need the piano. i can’t even play the recorder. what makes you think i can play the piano? i just heard pretty music and i wanted to see what’s up.” he leaned against the piano, locking eyes with the girl. “what song was that, anyway?”

[ashisms-blog1]

tfroscoe:

roscoe couldn’t help but blink a few times when ash dropped the dry cleaning bag but willed himself to look back up at the male’s face. “i’m loose! i’m just…tired. learning all this music’s kind of hard and it’s like…show tunes, man. i’m not into that kind of stuff, you know that.” furrowing his eyebrows at the ‘cuz’ name drop, roscoe stumbled into the dressing room as ash pulled him in before rolling his eyes and letting a small smile grace his features. “are you really trying to get me to dance naked with you? unprofessional,” he let out a small laugh before grabbing the male’s pants and tossing them at him. “get dressed, you’ve got a rehearsal to get to.”

“i know you’re loose. i think half of new jersey knows your loose.” ash couldn’t bother holding back the laughter that followed his remark. the actor threw the pants back at his friend, ignoring the demands to clothe himself. ash could be himself around roscoe - clothes or no clothes. they were best friends. especially with nolan and charlotte distracted, ash could feel his bond with roscoe growing stronger and stronger. roscoe was his alpha. he knew this. “oh, shut up. you mean to tell me that if i asked you to dance, naked, in the woods like our ancestors from salem once did, you’d reject me? bullshit. besides, you like the view.”

[ashisms-blog1]

tfroscoe:

roscoe was supposed to find some of the actors and bring them on stage- not like that was really his job to begin with but they didn’t really need the orchestra right now. he could be spending his free time practicing the songs and getting to know the cues but zarah had asked him to play bitch instead. making his way down the backstage hallways, he heard the blaring sound of beyonce coming from one of the dressing rooms. that could only mean one thing — ash was near and he was without clothes. rolling his eyes, he didn’t bother knocking before shoving the door open, his eyes immediately going down to ash’s butt and inhaling deeply. “bro, you really need to quit doing this. i see this every morning. but you’re needed on set so…chop chop.”

“tell them to wait. i’m busy.” once ash finally realized the familiar face, he dropped the dry cleaning bag. he always felt like he could be himself around his roommate. “you really need to loosen up, you know? this job is going to drive you up the wall before you know it. i don’t want to see that. my cuz doesn’t want to see that.” grabbing the boy’s arm, ash pulled his best friend into the dressing room with a grin. “has charlotte’s theater possy really gotten to you? you’re acting like my aunt when she doesn’t have a cigarette.” he danced through the dressing room with the boy, laughing. “relax, roscoe.”

[ashisms-blog1]

elliotxavery:

He wasn’t sure if he was drawn to Ash’s room because the walls were echoing with the slaying sounds of Beyonce or because they were nearing call time and he wanted to make sure everything was set and ready to go. IMMEDIATELY his eyes widen at the sight of the naked actor, hands flying to cover up his eyes as he drops his clipboard in the process, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I got distracted by Queen Bey and I totally forgot to knock. I didn’t see anything…I swear! Let me just…I’ll go get you coffee or something. Yup.”

as much as he really did want a cup of coffee, he decided to do a bit of damage control. “relax. don’t run off and make this awkward.” ash had half a mind to run after the stranger, but decided hauling ass through the backstage area in nothing but a dry cleaning bag didn’t seem like the best idea. “j-just wait. i’ll get dressed. hold on.” pulling a pair of boxers up over himself, ash let out a small laugh before opening the door fully. “sorry we met like this, but... i’m ash.” the actor held his hand out to shake the other’s with a bright smile. “it’s a pleasure.”

[ashisms-blog1]

grchamhq:

“I don’t know if any doors lock here. I think Sterling didn’t want to buy those because all it does is enable dramatic actors and actresses to lock themselves in their dressing rooms, or, I don’t know, it makes it easier to have sex.” He thought over before shrugging it off. “I think you really could. Some kind of Magic Mike situation? I’m sure if you mentioned that to Sterling he’d be all for it.” Graham really didn’t know the theatre owner all too well, but he figured that seeing Ash attempt something like that could give him something to laugh about for the next three years. Atleast.  He raised a brow, nodding as he listened to the boy’s next comment. “Ew. I don’t ever want to repeat that sentence ever, thanks. I’ll just say you’re busy which.. I don’t know you are.” He laughed, looking from him to the shirt that was in his hand and back.

“i’ve never had sex in a dressing room.” his eyes drifted back to graham, letting his eyes rake along the other male’s form. “yet.” smiling, he picked up on graham’s hint. ash simply pulled the shirt on with a cheeky grin. “you don’t have to tell them anything. i’ll be out soon. i just have to give these costumes back. i don’t remember who gave them to me. the short girl.... um... well, anyway. i’ll get it back to whoever it is. “you should definitely relax, though. go smoke or something behind the theater.” *･☾˙ ˖✶ ⟫ interactions | 

[ashisms-blog1]

grchamhq:

“I can’t?” He asked with a laugh, a smirk finding it’s way onto his lips at that statement. “I’m sure I can, just cause. Plus, I figured people would atleast have the bare minimum on. Didn’t know we were gonna do one of those full nude shows. That would save the theatre.” He teased next, rolling his eyes at the boy’s next comment. “Clearly I don’t have to work hard to see anything - not that it was anything. – Also, christ, just ‘cause you’re an actor doesn’t mean you have to be so dramatic, does it? Just keep it a ‘lil lower.” He reasoned next with a nod. At the next questions Graham furrowed his brows a bit, switching back into his directorial mode as he tried to recall before finally shaking his head. “Nah, not yet. We’re not doing anything on stage. Right now a few people are getting their measurements taken. But down’t worry, I’ll tell them you’re busy.”

“i was just trying to have a good time, and i thought i was alone behind a locked door. though i was wrong, you can’t shame me for being naked. no one was supposed to see.” he couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled to the surface. “you think that i could save the theater by dancing around naked to some beyoncé? well, you better start selling tickets. you and i are going to save this place.” he snorted, grabbing a shirt. he didn’t bother putting it on, keeping it tucked by his side as he spoke to the other male. “i am busy. you don’t have to lie to them. tell them… i’m having a moment, alone with with queen, and a pair of boxer briefs with hotdogs on them.”

[ashisms-blog1]

grchamhq:

Graham cocked a brow at the bother boy’s response, pushing the door open once he seemed to get the clear the other was a bit more covered up. He looked around the dressing room quickly, able to tell it was fairly lived in do far. “I love Beyoncé as much as the next guy, trust me…” He started, holding his hands up in defense for a moment. “But it’s just so good, it make it hard for people down the hall to concentrate on what they’re doing. You can play it, but just..a little lower, and a little more clothed would be awesome.” He nodded next, dropping his hand back onto the handle of the door.

“you can’t judge me for not having any clothes on. as far as i knew, i was alone. you’re the one that barged in unannounced, trying to get a peek. you don’t fool me, graham cracker.” he shot the boy a quick wink before shutting off the music. “i’ll just sit in bitter silence, leaving me with nothing but my thoughts. this is the life you’ve chosen for me.” turning away from the boy, he bent down to gather the costumes he had dropped. “should i be out there? i’m not sure what’s going on with the rehearsal.”

[ashisms-blog1]

grchamhq:

Graham blinked, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment because he really didn’t think anyone would have been inside here. “Fuck-” He started, grabbing back the door fro where it’d been swung open. “I was comin’ to tell you to turn down Beyoncé, dude. Walls are thing here.” He called round around the door with a laugh.

“turn down beyoncé?” slipping on a pair of boxers, the male pulled the door back open to face the other male. the music continued to blared through the dressing room behind him. “you never tell someone to turn that down. besides, it’s just a rehearsal. if i want to dance around naked to the beat of countdown, who am i bothering?”

[ashisms-blog1]

charlotteisms:

hearing the loud cackle behind her, charlotte jumped slightly, scrunching up her nose at the ‘cuz’ nickname that he thought was funny and cute but really just made her skin crawl. “that didn’t look very convincing, you know. i expect you to be one hundred percent honest with me at all times and not let me walk around looking like a damn fool.” narrowing her eyes slightly, she took a step towards him and motioned for him to unzip the back. “how many times am i going to hear you say cuz before i shove my head into a blender?”

“i would probably change into... normal clothes. as much fun as rocking a costume would be, people are going to look at you a little weird in this get-up.” he smile, leaning against on one of the beams that supported the catwalk above the stage. “what? i can’t say cuz? you know - technically - you’re my cuz, cuz. we’re cuzes. why do you have to be a hater? i need a cuz, not a hater.” 

[ashisms-blog1]

stepping into the dressing room, ash clutched a few different costumes to his chest. pressing play on the bluetooth player on the vanity, music began to fill the space around him. stripping off his clothes, he looked over the clothes. the boy rocked to the beat, dancing around the dressing room while singing along to the song. “my baby is a 10, we dressing to the 9, he pick me up we 8, make me feel so lucky 7, he kiss me in his 6, we be making love in 5, still the one I do this 4, i'm trying to make a 3, from that 2, he still the 1!” when the door swung open, the naked actor spun around to face his intruder, shielding himself with a dry cleaning bag. “hey! i'm busy!”