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𝑺𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑶 : WASHINGTON , ANTHONY. [ 𝟶𝟿 : 𝟶𝟶 : 𝟶𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ]
KHAIR: you catch an attitude quicker than ME but have the audacity to try and turn it around as if i started this?
KHAIR: right. because telling me you asked my co-workers about my schedule so you could AVOID me is considered "simple conversation". how dare i get upset at that.
ANTHONY: did you or did you not call me out my name
ANTHONY: not sure why you're upset. you asked i answered. ain't that what you wanted
𝑺𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑶 : WASHINGTON , ANTHONY. [ 𝟶𝟿 : 𝟶𝟶 : 𝟶𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ]
KHAIR: we've been done for about three years now and you're not only asking about me, but shifting your own schedule to avoid me, so i think you ought to answer that question.
KHAIR: you'd think after three years you wouldn't still be a bitch but here we are huh.
ANTHONY: and there we have it, reason one i didn't wanna talk yo ass.
ANTHONY: can't have a simple conversation without talking shit.
𝑺𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑶 : WASHINGTON , ANTHONY. [ 𝟶𝟿 : 𝟶𝟶 : 𝟶𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ]
KHAIR: you could've just asked me rather than lurking around my trailer although i don't see a reason for you to inquire about my schedule at all.
KHAIR: whatever.
ANTHONY: well the whole thing was about avoiding interactions with ya. so.
ANTHONY: we done here? any more inquiries?
𝑺𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑶 : WASHINGTON , ANTHONY. [ 𝟶𝟿 : 𝟶𝟶 : 𝟶𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ]
KHAIR: why do you even NEED my schedule. and define "information".
ANTHONY: cuz i wanted to see when you were working & the info? was said schedule.
☆°｡ imessage to ↠ ANTHONY.
ASPEN: hey, so i know you are probably busy and this is random
ASPEN: but i have a question..
ASPEN: what’s a “zaddy”, why do guys refer to themselves as one and what does it mean when a guy tells you he want to have you ..... "sit on his face" ???
ASPEN: i mean, won’t that be painful ? why will i do that ?
ANTHONY: we'll touch on the slight daddy kink later
ANTHONY: you mean to tell me you haven't sat on a man's face?
𝑺𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑶 : WASHINGTON , ANTHONY. [ 𝟶𝟿 : 𝟶𝟶 : 𝟶𝟽 𝙿𝙼 ]
KHAIR: one of the artists told me you asked about me today while i was gone on break. she wouldn't tell me exactly what you said so i'm asking now. what'd you need ?
ANTHONY: i just wanted to see your schedule, i ended up getting the information i wanted
they leaned against the black metal of their shark nosed bmw, unlit cigarette between fingers as they dig in their pocket for their lighter. the sun dipped behind the horizon and their lighter was nowhere to be found. a bitter smile that was more skeleton than person was painted on their face, a humorless laugh emitted as they put the cigarette back into it’s pack and slipped it into the pocket of their jacket. lip pushed themself off the car and turned around to look back at the studio’s building, seeing someone walking in their direction. “ if you don’t have a lighter, then i don’t want to hear it. ” their brother had called earlier that morning, throwing their entire day off with just one phone call. lip should’ve knew better than to answer, and usually they did, but they thought maybe this time it’d be good news. of course it wasn’t. of course. in haste and anger, they’d finished up their work, albeit sloppily, knowing that they’d have to redo it all tomorrow. their mind was too exhausted to think of tomorrow when there was already too much buzzing in their mind presently. a drink. they needed a drink. or SEVERAL.
from the moment he strides off of set and puts distance between him and his place of work , stress that has made it’s way into weary bones disintegrates . his day was interminable , unbelievably so , and the clock that had last read 7:30 AM was finally reaching later hours of the day . working from dawn to dusk was uncommon , as was anthony remaining stationary for that extent of time , but exceptions had been made , and normalcy ignored . he was exhausted , spent , only thing that kept him going was the prepossessing , tightly - wrapped - but - not - overly - so , joint that was nestled between the folds of his pockets . it had been there since this morning , collecting cobwebs as he found more entertaining ways to spend his handful of hours before work started . but now , decades later he was craving it , and not even twenty feet away from the place he calls hell does he unearth the package . sickly sweet aroma conquers his senses , and professional actor has to hold back an animated giggle . deft fingertips pull out the drug , and proceed to lit it’s pinnacle when another calls out . he doesn’t bother to look ( he has more important matters to tend to ) only after the end glows red does he cast whiskey irises in their direction . “ i actually don’t have a light . ” a lie . “ but be a little sweeter and i just might manage to find one . ”
☆°｡ @ofvenereals.
aspen slowly rose in anthony’s bed at the sound of her alarm. she turned it off and frowned when she noticed anthony not laying by her side and slowly stood up. “anthony?” she called out before walking out of his bedroom and towards the direction of the kitchen. aspen let a fond smile take place on her lips as she noticed her best friend cooking breakfast for the two of them. “hey,” she started, tugging on the hem of her sweatshirt as she took a few more steps closer to him, “since when do you cook breakfast ? i thought we agreed that whenever i am here it’s better if i just cook, since– y’know, i adore you but i don’t want to eat anything burnt,” she added, letting out a chuckle.
another day , another morning with his wife by his side . for someone who claims to detest the mere entertainment of monogamy and it’s customs , the twenty something has found an abundance of solace in his partner and the permanence that comes with her presence . she’s a light to him , v i t a l i t y in every way , and the MANIFESTATIONS of that fact seem to become more & more prominent in each passing day . today for instance ; instead of it taking eons for anthony to pull himself out from under opulent covers and thousand thread counts , he only requires a diminutive handful of minutes to shake a deep slumber . & cooking breakfast ? unheard of . yet here he is , armed with golden toast , omelettes that are more shell than egg , and maple bacon haphazardly thrown on exorbitant plating . visage adorned by concentration barely hears her cry, but manages to make out her words before a chuckle leaves parted lips. “ well since someone was snoring loud enough to wake up everyone within a five mile radius —- i had to make do . now shh , the bacon today is perfect. you’re in for the best breakfast of your life mrs. washington . ”
later than ever don’tjudgeme i’m so glad i finally have the time to rp and post my intro that’s been collecting dust. this right here is anthony washington a.k.a the venereal , a muse who’s misunderstood, and happens to like it that way. underneath the cut you can find a deeper look into who he is ( and his mun. hehe ) n’ if you’d wish to plot or talk finger that lil heart 4 me. ❤
MUN TALK.
kisses to whoever knows where “hey there demons..” comes from. and YES that’s a gif of new york !
but uhhhhhh. hey y’all how are you doing ?! i’m sde, twenty, residing in the cst timezone *looks at texas* *sighs audibly* and i’m super excited to be coming off my hiatus. i’ve been lurking like a mf.. looking @ threads n interactions and i can’t wait to be apart of it and shove anthony down your throats :’) if we haven’t plotted yet or talked and you’d like to you can IM me here.
i also wanna take the time to thank y’all for baring with me. as most of you know stuff happened literally a day after acceptance and you guys were super understanding and sweet n caring ?! which just lets me know that this group is even better than i thought it was. i love y’all sm. but. without further adieu... here he is. the myth, the legend the baddest of them all ( shoutout to katherine pierce ) anthony washington.
INTRODUCTION.
drug tw. underage sex mention.
you’re a star, famous, obstinate in your ways and how you live your life. ever since the young age of twenty two you’ve spent your time growing accustomed to prominence. to the consequences of prominence. money. sex. drugs. recognition. it’s a hazardous concoction you’ve been weaned on and you can’t get enough of it.
but you weren’t always like that.
you’re born to a father you’ve never met, and a mother who tolerates you in a way that’s toxic. she’s more child than mother though, and you spend the beginning of your life taking care of her. she’s an addict, addicted to coke and not in the way that’s portrayed with dancing flushed bodies, and pretty white smiles. it starts with snorting, then smoking, and then your mothers injecting to get the purest of highs. she’s dependent on you, mentally, emotionally and sometimes physically. for someone who can’t stand you she needs you. until she doesn’t.
her life ends when you’re thirteen, and you’re thrown into a world that’s different yet just as strenuous. you’re in the system, a foster child, and you hate it. you haven’t mourned your mother, not by force, but choice. you refuse to think about her, about finding her, about how she looked more peaceful gone than she ever did with you. you’re rash, contentious, recalcitrant, thrown out of homes as soon as you’re placed in them. this is around the time you find your vice of choice. it’s not drugs, not drinks but something you find much more rewarding. it’s sex. you fall in love with pleasure, and soon it becomes enough to dull the pain you swear you don’t have.
you’re less cataclysmic, physically at least ---- you’ve traded in destruction for something much sweeter. it allows your next foster home to become your last, and at sixteen you branch out with this new found “stability”. you try new things, new vices, new hobbies. it’s at this age you realize there might be more to life than pain and pleasures that temporarily dull it. you discover acting, fall in love with it, and somewhere along the way it falls in love with you too. you’ve got this raw passion and intensity that’s throw into each and every one of you roles, and although it’s just an outlet for you, your theater teacher sees your potential. they call a few favors, ramble up some change, and invite their friend who has a foot into hollywood to one of your plays. they too, see that passion, and at nineteen you get yourself an agent.
jump to twenty four: you’re a star, famous, obstinate in your ways and how you live your life. ever since the young age of twenty two you’ve spent your time growing accustomed to the prominence to the consequences of prominence. money. sex. drugs. recognition. it’s a hazardous concoction you’ve been weaned on and you can’t get enough of it.
TLDR : he’s foster child turned actor who loves to escape his past! hehe.
MUN TALK PT. 2.
and that’s anthony in a nutshell ! there are parts of him that i left out ( i want you to discover more of him as we write together ^_____^ ) but this gives you a good understanding of where he comes from. i’ve got a whole list of WANTED CONNECTIONS HERE that i’m just dying to feel so please check that out for me !
Crazy how one person can change ur whole mood
