double take.

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lcvjcms‌:

He felt a slight attraction between his box of cupcakes and the stranger, so he lifted the lid and held it out to the other expectantly, waiting for him to pick his favorite imperfect dessert. “You do hair!” Levi repeated with excitement, “That’s so cool! There’s plenty of shows about people doing hair! You must be so good at it! Do you do your own hair?”  Levi smiled at the other and shook his head. “I’m a teacher! Kindergarten and Preschool on weekdays, Sunday school on weekends. Lots and lots and lots of kids and all of them are precious in their own special way. You should come for career day!”

Ash’s face lit up and he happily picked one out, carefully taking a bite without making too much of a mess. “Mhm,” he nodded, swallowing the bite. “Thanks, I try. Sometimes I want someone else to do mine, but normally I cut it myself. Do you dye your own hair blonde? I could touch it up for you if you ever need a professional.” He arched a brow lightly at the mention of Sunday school, but brushed off his knee-jerk judgement quickly. “Wow, you stay busy! Not that I’d be against it, but what exactly would I be doing for a career day? Showing pictures? That sounds a little boring.”

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jmcnknndy‌:

“A vegetable? Why? Do I look like a fuckin deer?” He made a face at the thought of a salad and quickly did away with the healthy possibility with another cigarette. At the mention of the rat sized dog, Jamie glanced down at it once more and was met with a happy look and some obnoxiously loud breathing. ““It better’ve not taken a shit anywhere,” he muttered, blue eyes trained once again on the dog walker, “You look familiar. Did we go to school together?”

“You’re skinny like one, for sure. That reaction shows your body is probably screaming for a vegetable or two, and probably some water while we’re on the topic.” Ash rolled his eyes and waved off the dog comment, knowing he’d handle anything without issue. “Um, maybe. I think so? I’m Ashley...Raab. You look like a kid who was always getting kicked out of class, but I’m not sure. I think his name was...James? Jeremy? Something like that. One of the Kennedys.”

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lostbcrkp‌:

Okay, now that seriously caught him off guard. He wasn’t as surprised at the notion of walking into someone as he probably should have been - considering the hour and the curfew probably even those that weren’t required to were following - but watching the body stumble back and then hit the floor, caused him to stand frozen for a moment, startled as if he’d just seen a clown doing cartwheels along the entire length of the street they were standing on.

Well, standing and sitting. Almost as soon as the other’s curse breaks through the silence that had followed Clay’s sarcastic one-word remark, Clay blinks, dropping his hand from his forehead, and taking a few steps towards the figure on the ground. He leans down, hand already extending to be offered to the other before voice and familiar features connect in the light of the streetlamp. Unbeknownst himself, Clay delivers a surprised snort, just when his eyebrows shoot up and he connects the familiarity to an actual name. “What the hell, Ash,” he mumbles, somehow finding himself smiling - his sister would be able to tell you how rare of an occurrence that was, especially considering the events that had just lead up to it. “Are you okay? That was a pretty… uh, rough fall, anything broken, hurt? And yeah you should be thankful, what are you doing out so late?”

“What the hell is right,” he grumbled quietly, carefully accepting the other’s hand to help him up. The idea that an accidental fall would make Clay smile was as mysterious as the smile itself. He tried to brush himself off with a small frown, knowing his back and backside would probably bruised the next day without question. “Uh, I think I’m alright. I’ll give you an update on the bruising tomorrow. No blood, though. Lucky me.” Ash gave Clay a perplexed look and a slight shrug, knowing he could easily ask him the same question. “Last-minute client meant I had to close up later than usual. I was trying to hurry up and get home before I ran into your mass of muscle. Jesus, you literally felt like a brick wall with clothes on. Anyway, I’m guessing you had a similarly late night? I can’t imagine how most of your nights could end much earlier than this though. That doesn’t seem very safe either.”

[jasonharpcrs]

“My grandparents… left me property here. I understand that their home meant a lot to them, but they didn’t realize I would have to live here and basically look after it.” Jason sighed. “I don’t mean to sound like an ungrateful brat, but I was just about to get my life going. I just pictured I would be somewhere else by now.” He took another sip of his beer. “So yeah, I’m technically not here ‘cause I want to be here…” 

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Ash held back a snort when he heard the words “ungrateful brat”, simply smirking as he listened instead. “Can’t you like...rent it out or something? That kind of sounds like an easy fix. You make it seem like the world has ended. It’s a bit of a great problem to have -- a free house.” He paused, deciding to risk his next question, “What about your parents? Are they not in the picture? You seem to be dealing with things alone, which would suck, I’ll admit.”

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undeadani‌:

Right as Dani was about to tell her friend of the vision she had for her hair, he beat her to it with his own – and even better – idea. The girl smiled, “Oh my god, I think I love you.” She let herself inside Ashley’s place. “You’re a genius, thank you for always talking me out of bad hair decisions.” Dani nudged him teasingly, before walking over to the chair where he would dye her hair. “So, how’ve you been? Anything new going on lately?”

“New with me? Not really. You know I don’t lead the most exciting life,” Ash snorted. “The most exciting thing going on is the fact that I’m dog sitting for a college friend. He’s put away right now so I don’t trip over him or anything. Did you wash your hair already or am I doing it here?” He hummed, hands already touching her blonde locks. “What about you?”

[lostbcrkp-deactivated20191012]

Darkness was never one of his closest friends and that list isn’t long to begin with. So for him to be the only one left, late into the night when the streets were either deserted or occupied by people he doesn’t want to involve himself with, it felt like being tripped by the universe itself, who tended to look at things Clayton found particular distaste for - loneliness, mostly - and just shower him with it. Either that or a night’s worth of work - and having to go back for something he forgot, and that after curfew - turning his already grumpy attitude into full annoyance. With his back to the street and the door only barely illuminated by a street lamp nearby, he can be found sighing and complaining under his breath as he struggles to finally get the door to the bar locked. Considering the hour it was, he might as well say it’s way too early to be heading home alone, with a serial killer on the loose and not enough energy left in his body to fend off attackers or keep that frown off his features. And neither apparently was there enough left of it in him for some sort of agility, leading him to not just turn and walk away, but to spin around and hit his head against the person’s standing behind him. With a dedicated delivery of colourful curses what would have made his sister pale, Clay looks, hand rubbing at his forehead, dark eyes glaring daggers at the person he’d walked into. “Ouch,” he says, rather pointedly.

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Ashley hit the wall of muscle with a grunt, the force sending him falling back onto his ass. Admittedly, he wasn’t exactly paying attention, his face buried in his phone as he picked a new podcast episode to listen to. He had a long day at the salon, so getting the place cleaned and ready for the next day took much longer than usual. Ash tried his best to avoid late nights because of the possibility he might actually die, but tonight he couldn’t avoid it. “Fuck,” hissed when his back hit the pavement, making him lose his breath for a few seconds. “Jesus Christ, are you made of stone or something?” Once he got his focus and actually recognized the male standing in front of him, Ash relaxed a little. At least he wasn’t getting murdered tonight. “Oh, hey Clay. My bad. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Where did his phone fall? He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his screen wasn’t cracked. “Closing up late tonight? I guess I should be thankful I ran into you and not some creep...literally.”

[jasonharpcrs]

jason joked, “I love tattoos, but if I keep getting them whenever I’m bored, I’ll run out of space on my body.” He already knew that pondbridge wasn’t the epitome of excitement. “it’s not like I’m staying here willingly… and I’m not being held hostage or anything, so you don’t have to worry about that.” 

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“Not staying here willingly...but not being held hostage? That sounds very intriguing. Mind explaining a bit more? It’s not like you can’t just move to the next city over, right? You must be in a strange situation if you’re stuck here.” Ash couldn’t help but be nosy when the stranger dropped such an interesting fact out of nowhere. Sipping on his beer again, he waited a little impatiently to know more.

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lcvjcms‌:

At the mention of simply *redesigning* the cupcakes, Levi seemingly lit up. “Yeah– I guess I can get a few candy eyes and drop it all over the frosting so it looks like it should be sorta messed up,” the blonde said out loud, giving the grocery store a quick glance once more, “And I don’t think they’re closed yet.. you’re a lifesaver! Do you have children? You’re quite good at thinking like them, you know.”

He definitely wasn’t getting any free cupcakes now. With a light sigh, Ash shrugged his shoulders, “No, nothing like that. I just know how to be creative and fix a problem on the fly. I do hair, so if someone comes in fucked up, I gotta have the mind to find a solution that works. I actually don’t like kids all that much,” he chuckled. “What about you? What do you do, work at a daycare or something? You seem very...dedicated.”

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{ 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 @ashley-raab​ }

Text to: Ashley – “I’m on my way! I can’t wait for this, i’m so over my hair rn. :/” Dani sent her message to Ashley, looking into her mirror once more before leaving her house. She was very thankful to have him as a friend, not only because he was a good person who she’s been friends with for years, but because he was a hairstylist. Yes, Danika Myers hasn’t dyed her own hair since she tried dying it purple in middle school, which turned out to be an absolute patchy, uneven catastrophe. But who fixed it? Ashley. So, today she was going over to his place so he could give her a new look. Currently, it’s just a dirty blonde shade, but she was thinking of adding in some black streaks in the under parts of her hair. Dani drove over to her friend’s house, which took her only about five minutes. She took her keys out of the ignition and eagerly walked up to his place before knocking on the door.

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Ashley smiled at the phone as he waited for his friend, deciding not to reply so she wouldn’t read it while driving. Anything he had to say could wait the few minutes it took her to get there anyway. He opened the door quickly and smirked, leaning against the frame. “Hey Dani. What do you think you want this time? I swear on my whole life if you say you want blackagain I’m gonna die right here on the spot.” With a playful eyeroll, he let the girl into his apartment. “And before you say it, liking black is not good enough of a reason! I’ve been feeling blues lately. Like maybe dark blue and purple hues. You’d look amazing and it’s perfect for the season. Yes? Yes?”

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jmcnknndy‌:

“Wow, an Australian at Pondbridge. I’m guessing she threw a dart at a map and decided to relocate herself in a place where a Whole Foods is considered a luxury.” Once done with his cigarette, he stubbed it out on the floor and dragged hs heel over the flickering cherry to extinguish it. “Whatever, you’re the one walking over corpses an’ inhaling ghost dicks. There’s plenty of trails nearby, like the Gold Pine bridge n’ forest. Up to you; maybe Peppa will eat a magical mushroom and grow bigger.”

“She and I went to college together! She likes the small town feel, so who am I to judge? Whole Foods is amazing, so I don’t know what you’re on about. Maybe you should have a vegetable every now and then instead of all that McDonalds,” he shrugged lightly, smirking. Ash glanced disapprovingly at the stubbed out cigarrete on the ground, gently guiding Peppa away from the temptation. “--Did you just say ‘inhaling ghost dicks’? You’ve got a weird sexual fetish that I want no parts of, weirdo. Who even thinks like that?” Ash asked with a snort, glancing around to see if anyone else heard. “Maybe I’ll just keep coming here to bother you. You don’t know where we’ve gone on walks before now. Maybe Peppa is a teacup and is gonna stay pretty small forever. Most Poms do.”

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For whatever reason, tumblr and my laptop do not get along! So if I reply to you and the formatting looks like garbage or there's no gif, that's why ):

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lcvjcms‌:

“I’m not hissing!” He said, though his voice was definitely more hushed. Levi spared a glance back at the bakery and let out another sad little sigh. “They’re closed today, I checked, and I wanted to bring them to school tomorrow morning. I don’t think bakeries will make 24 cupcakes on a whim, would they? You don’t have to pay me, it’s quite alright. I just.. wish I was less clumsy. Maybe I can add a bit of a extra frosting on it and it might be decent looking?” The blonde opened the lid and took another gander, tilting his head. “I– do not have such a festive imagination, but sprinkles fix everything!”

“You were totally hissing, but its fine,” he chuckled, glancing up at the bakery in kind. “I mean, is tomorrow a special day or something? I don’t think kids really care when they’re getting sweets or what they look like, to be honest with you. Maybe you’re overthinking this? Call them crazy monster cupcakes and they’ll eat that shit right up. Problem solved.” He meant everything he said, but at the same time, did that mean he wasn’t getting the box? If only he wasn’t so nice.

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jmcnknndy‌:

“Peppa, like the pig? Way to give the dog a personal identity disorder. And no, I won’t get wrinkly. The highlights of being fed McDonald’s 5 times a week as a child includes being immune to UV damage since our DNA is pretty much half garbage already.” He moved his foot again one the dog got closer, determined to sniff him. “Does that mean I’ll see you and your pig shitting up the place every day until you hand him back?”

“No, not like the pig! I think it’s a cute name, fuck the cartoon. I guess you could say his name is technically ‘Pepper’, but she’s from Australia and doesn’t pronounce the -er. I guess we’ll just chalk it up to one of life’s mysteries.” Watching the other continuously move his foot away from the dog’s curious nose make him smirk, halfway hoping the other male might accidently trip himself up and tip over. He’d have his phone ready in a flash to catch the sight. “You might. Why do you care anyway? Afraid I’ll interrupt your grumpy smoke break while you stare into the void and mutter to yourself? I promise I won’t.”

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jasonharpcrs‌:

only after a year of staying in pondbridge, jason was growing tired of this town, knowing what else was out there. he was staying by himself in a mansion; a rich kid with way too much free time. besides his music, he did not have anything else to work on. he even considered taking up a part-time job at a local joint just so time could pass by faster. however, he was grateful that he was able to rekindle friendships with people he lost contact with after leaving for los angeles. 

jason found himself at a bar, trying to enjoy himself. he remarked, “god, is there really anything else to do in this town?” he took another swig of his beer.  

Ashley was nursing his own beer when he heard the remark, a smirk playing on his lips before he took another sip. “Not really, unless you wanna get a tattoo. You’re in the wrong town if you want some kind of adventure, if you ask me.”

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jmcnknndy‌:

Jamie looked down at the thing on a leash and snorted. “That’s a rat, but nice imagination. I appreciate it. I’m not grumpy and it’s not like I fuckin’ live here, I just don’t want to see people getting disgusting on top of decomposing bodies.” The puppy, sensing the other individual’s presence, waltzed over and started to sniff his ankles.  “Do you usually walk your rat in the graveyard or did you get lost?”

He rolled his eyes and kneeled down, petting the little guy’s head. “You’re adorable. He’s actually a Pomeranian and his name is Peppa. I’m watching him for a friend, not that you asked. And yes, you are grumpy. I don’t think you’ve let that forehead of yours rest since I’ve gotten here! Great way to get wrinkles,” Ash snorted, standing back up. “You don’t see all of these people walking around? It’s pretty normal to walk in graveyards, dude. Which is exacly why Peppa and I decided to.”

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lcvjcms‌:

“It fell! I didn’t put it there on purpose!” Not that he picked it up immediately, which would hypothetically mean he was littering and the other man happened to trip over trash. Levi gingerly opened the lid and took a peek within, a soft, sad sigh escaping his lips once he realized the frosting got squished just as he predicted.  “No, it’s alright. I can buy another box. I just feel bad that the kiddies don’t get them tomorrow,” he mumbled, “It really is my fault; are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Would you like a smooshed cupcake to compensate?”

“Well then stop hissing at me!” He gave the other a perplexed look, letting out a small sigh. “I don’t understand what’s going on, but there are plenty more cupcakes to buy for whatever students you’re talking about,” he gestured to a nearby bakery, “Do you drive? There’s even more out of town and they’re open later. It’s really an easy fix.” Ash waved off the belated concern and shrugged, glancing at the ruined treats. “I mean, I do like sweets, even if they are crushed. How about I take these off your hands for some cash and we’ll call it even?”

[jmcnknndy]

“You. Yes, no– you, yeah, you’re not invisible. If you’re playing Pokemon Go in a fuckin’ graveyard your ass is about to get haunted.“ With another slow drag from his cigarette, he took a step closer towards the other after having both his private bubble and 20 minute break interrupted by the new, living presence. Already irritated, his dark brows furrowed harder. "Don’t tell me you’re here for a quick fuck; people don’t STILL have sex in the cemetery, do they?”

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Ashley blinked, turning his head from side to side to make sure he was the one being spoken to. “--I’m clearly not playing Pokemon Go. Can’t you see the puppy I’m currently walking?” He pointed to the tiny being currently sniffing the trunk of a nearby tree, arching his brow at the other. “Do you do this grumpy old graveyard troll routine with everybody? Casually accusing people of playing games or fucking around the graves? I know how to handle myself, thank you for your concern.”