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songxjimin replied to your post: if any of u 1x1 .. come love me?? @trvshisms

Whoa is the rp dying for real? I was gone for two days!!!

yeah :c i don’t know what happened?? it just doesn’t seem like anybody’s posting anymore?

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if any of u 1x1 .. come love me?? @trvshisms

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- HEADCANON A DAY CHALLENGE - DAY 4

4.) How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive?

Though he’s insecure regarding many things, his looks aren’t a part of that. In fact, he knows he’s attractive - at least, conventionally. He considers himself a solid eight and three quarters, but if you asked? He’d likely bump it up to a nine.

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rileyiisms:

the fact that asher couldn’t see what riley thought was so obvious discouraged her greatly. thoughts of the way she felt when clay took off began to fill her head, and she was almost sure that was how this situation was going to happen. riley wouldn’t have it. “you know, if… if it’s not that obvious, then it’s not that important, is it?” she raised a brow, looking up to make eye contact with the male. the record stopped playing, and now all that filled the small apartment was the sound of their breathing. “i don’t want to fight with you,” she whispered, crossing her arms tight across her chest, as if this stance would guard her heart. riley took a step backwards, getting closer to her room. “do you want to stay? the night? w-with me, i mean. in my room. fuck, why does everything i say sound like innuendo or an insult?”

maybe, asher should’ve been able to recognize what was standing right in front of him but even as his heart yearned to be heard - he remained oblivious. a piece of him UNDERSTANDS it - the tug and pull of two hearts begging to find one another - and the rest are too broken to conjure up the possibility. “don’t wanna fight with you, either.” a sigh pushed from his lips, shoulders slumping forward. “m’sorry.” given the situation, the sentiment felt like something he was meant to say - though for what? he didn’t have a clear idea. “i’ll stay, yeah. if you - uh, if you REALLY want me to?”

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rileyiisms:

he asked if she felt alright, but riley really couldn’t give asher an answer to that. physically, she knew her palms were sweaty and her heart was beating rapidly. “what? i’m –” she was interjected by his next statement. “ashamed of what? having a heart? i’m not. are you?” riley hissed, suddenly on the defense. he had done nothing wrong, and she knew that. the easiest thing for her to do was to clam up. “god, i know that, asher. i know you’re not an asshole. don’t you know that’s what makes –” she paused and mimicked the boy a bit, pointing from herself to him. “that’s what makes this so hard?”

“i --” asher swallowed his words and pried his gaze away from the brunette, the last makings of a smile seeming to disappear. “not - not exactly.” being weak was one thing, but letting her see it was something else in it’s entirety. she’d been the one to lift him up when the rest of the world lived to drag him down, she’d seen his smile on the darkest days - and YET, he still couldn’t bring himself to accept the blatant truth. the fear of losing yet another precious thing destroyed the piece of himself that wanted to create something more. a deep breath parted his lips, “makes WHAT so hard?” 

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rileyiisms:

“you must have some deep feelin’s for.” the words rang through her ears, making goosebumps raise upon her arms. the brunette couldn’t even make eye contact with asher, and she wasn’t sure why. perhaps the realization was happening – the realization that she’d written ‘lift me up’ about asher himself. a lump formed in her throat and almost immediately, the girl was on her feet. “i’m – i’m actually really tired. it’s been a long night,” lie, lie, lie. “so like, i think – i think i’m gonna turn in, but you can stay here. if you want. you can come sleep in my room or like – you know – whatever,” she crossed her arms across her chest tightly. “i – just forget what i sang, okay? it wasn’t polished or anything, i just kind of scrambled to get something together. just don’t tell anyone.”

asher noted the shift in the atmosphere between them, brows drawing in confusion as he attempted to piece together what he’d done wrong. it was OBVIOUS to him that he had broke through an invisible boundary, but he didn’t have the heart to tack on yet another assumption. “are you feelin’ alright?” a brow hitched upward at the girl’s babbling. “you don’t gotta be ashamed or - or, y’know whatever THIS is.” he gestured toward her, hands motions attempting to conclude the concept. “who would i tell, anyways? it ain’t my place to spread your private feelin’s around like that. contrary to popular belief, m’not a douchebag.”

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- 30 DAYS OF HEADCANONS - DAY 3

3.) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason? 

It’s not that he doesn’t have them, it’s more that he’s taken the precaution to hide them. He had struggled with self harm for the better half of a year, but with daily therapy sessions and venting through his music he was able to learn new ways to cope, and eventually put down the razor blade. In place of the scars, he has two tattoos. On his right arm there’s a beautiful spattering of rainbow colors, with still breathing written across it in cursive, the i - a semi colon. On the left arm, he has ‘too weird to live, to rare to die’ - as a homage to his favorite band, Panic At The Disco. He simply wanted positive things to marr the negative ones.

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- 30 DAYS OF HEADCANONS - DAY 2 

2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?

HIS EYES

Much like the rest of the Park family, Asher has striking blue eyes. Ocean waves lapping at the shore, distant skies void of clouds - eyes you’d write poetry about.

HIS DIMPLES

Though it’s hard to ALWAYS tell, Asher has prominent dimples. They’re the tell-tale sign that he’s not forcing emotion, genuine reminders that yes - Asher is capable of being happy.

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iisammii:

sammy often kept unconventional hours (if unconventional translated to staying up til four am and then sleeping until noon or rather his schedule currently which was ending the day with morning practice and then waking up late evening). the sound of someone’s singing had drawn him out to the theater. he barely had time to recognize the singer as asher before he stopped singing. sammy didn’t think he’d made a noise but apparently he had. “you…never told me that you sang.” that was really the only thing that he could think to say. which was stupid because when had they ever even really talked to each other? (never, they’d never had a real conversation that sammy could remember). but it still sat kind of oddly with him.

he’s just about the last person asher had expected to see, the artificial roaring of the crowd disintegrating as his gaze fell to the floor. it’s all to interesting in that moment, the grain of the wood manifesting into a much needed distraction, shame weighing heavy on his shoulders as the words registered in his mind. asher wondered then, if things COULD have been different - if instead of the constant pushing, they found reason to speak. he also wondered, if either of them ever truly wanted that. “you never asked.” he breathed, “and, it wasn’t important enough to tell.” gaze found his once more, before he moved to sit, legs dangling off the edge of the stage. “what’re you doin’ here?” 

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rileyiisms:

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while finishing up a gummy worm and listening to asher speak, riley made the decision to sing for the boy. normally, she’d just hand him a page of her lyrics and let him look over them, but this song had been written all in her head. as she sat up, she turned to face her companion, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. she reached up to cup the boy’s face in her hand. “don’t talk about yourself like that. you’re one of the strongest people i know,” riley let her hand fall slowly. “i – i know you’ve never really gotten to listen to me sing a song before, but i feel like i need to sing this one?” she broke her gaze with asher, allowing herself to stare at one of the candles she left flickering almost all the time. “you come around and make the seasons change. you come around and leave the way you came. you come around and wipe my tears away. you make me want to give my heart away,” she cleared her throat gently. he didn’t protest, so why not continue? “you come around and light up everything. you stun me with your smile and all you bring. you come around and make me want to sing… you make me want to sing my fears away. here among the clouds, we are safe and sound. you lift me up…” she finished, her breath caught in her throat. finally, she made eye contact with asher. “it’s – it’s a little corny but, i like it,” little did she, or anyone know that the song was about asher himself. while she’d never admit to it, everything she sang was true.

boxing away his feelings had been asher’s only way of coping for as long as he could remember. but with riley - things were different. there was no easy way of pushing emotions to the sidelines, no silencing the beating of his heart, or hiding the blush that stained his cheeks. when it came to her, asher was helpless. “sing?” it’s a barely noticeable question, a whisper of air beneath his breath. and, as her words pierce the air, he’s left speechless - lips parting in silent awe and gaze unfaltering. she’d told him the lyrics were vulnerable, but she hadn’t explained HOW. as the song came to a close, he was left to wonder w h o exactly the words had been meant for. “what? no, no, hey - the song was amazin’, has a lot of HEART. whoever you wrote it about - you must have some deep feelin’s for.” 

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*exhales* why did tumblr delete my drafts

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The Texts I Never Sent #358

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me: idgaf narrator: they did, in fact, gaf

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HEY FOLKS! so, i’m here to offer plots for the event??? wow, who woulda thought.

asher, my boy, he’s excited about this party. he may feel like a complete fuckin failure in a place with such cool influential music people but hey!!! that’s fine!!! :) ( such sarcasm, much wow )

someone give asher a black eye??? he’s antagonizing but he’s not genuinely much of a fighter so just mess him tf up? wE can figure out what they fight about ok!!!

hell, if u want asher can give ur muse a black eye in return

maybe give him a hook-up?? it don’t gotta be anything special, honestly truly. my boy’s just a mess??? 

he may or may not cry .. a little or a lot ( the whole thing just fcks him up ) so maybe one of ur peeps can find him crying in the bathroom??? outside the party??? into the trashcan?? yknow wherever’s cool, if u wanna catch him having a breakdown .. come 2 me

wow i’m worse at this then i thought??? but i’m here for any plot u wanna toss at me, i’m rdy to toss my boy into the fire for some good angst, or just anything idgaf

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rileyiisms:

in an attempt to ignore the compliments, riley reached into the bag of gummy worms and pulled a few out. she sorted through the handful, picking out the red and green ones and placing the rest back in the bag. “nah, it would’ve been fine without me. you seem to forget that i’ve heard the songs you’ve written by yourself,” with a piece of candy in her mouth, riley rolled onto her side and allowed her head to rest on one of asher’s legs. “listen, i’ve been working on some things… some songs about my hometown and the people in it. i’m really afraid to show anyone because they’re like – they’re kind of vulnerable, you know? i don’t know. i was gonna ask if i could maybe… show you the lyrics but i’m just not sure,” she realized she was stumbling over her words and quickly pursed her lips, eyes drooping to a close. “see what i mean? you’re so much stronger than i am.”

“well -- they might’ve been good, but they wouldn’t of had the half the heart. and without that, that’s all they are - not great, not fuckin’ amazing JUST good.” his attention abandoned the candy, gaze pinned to the brunette. “it’s obviously up to you, but i’d love to hear them.” he admitted softly, “m’sure they’re amazin’.” asher understood the complications of putting so much of yourself into a song, when there’s sheer vulnerability painted into every word, and it’s almost painful to share. “don’t know, m’not that strong.” his gaze wandered for a moment, and he tugged a red gummy worm from the bottom of the bag, biting off a piece. “but, it’s nice to hear somebody thinks so.”