#ashtonsnova

[chaoticthot]

so im brunette again

[tellmeimthesun]

of all the roads, i took the wounded way.

[bunbins]

we were born to make history ❄️⛸

[blessashton]

inspired by this tweet and Ashton’s undying love for creating

Ashton was a firm believer in chasing songs.  Everything he needed to write pretty words and the music to go with them was out there, he just had to find it.  Sometimes that meant packing up his car and leaving for a few days, usually without a plan.  It worried you the first time.  You wracked your brain for what you could have done despite his assurance that he just needed some time to think.  As more and more of these instances of jetting off with little more than his guitar and a change of clothes occurred, you figured he was telling the truth.   It was nothing personal, he just had to get away.  His brief trips usually took him to places he could be surrounded by nature: sprawling forests or cliffs overlooking the sea.  The words came easier that way, he would tell you.

Today is the first day of one of those trips.  You can tell by the way Ashton’s guitar case is waiting against the wall near the door when you come in.  He’d been growing restless, you could see that in the last few days.  Though he had written some, he told you he felt like he was just skimming the surface.  There was more he wasn’t getting, more that was trapped in his head.  You find him in your shared bedroom, haphazardly shoving clothes into a bag.

“About to head out?” you ask, hugging him from behind and pressing a kiss to his back, causing him to still for a moment.

“Yeah, that alright?” There was little that could stop Ashton from leaving when he felt he was on the urge of a breakthrough, but if he thought you needed him here, he’d stay, no questions asked.

“Course,” you mumble into his shirt before pulling away. “Need any help packing?”

“I think I’ve got just about everything.” He rummages through the duffle, takes a quick inventory of what he’s packed, and disappears into the bathroom for a few moments to gather what he forgot.

Some people might be upset by how little warning Ashton gave before his travels, but it didn’t bother you.  He was never gone for more than a couple of days, and he always returned more bright-eyed and content than when he left.  Nothing could put him at ease and fill his heart quite like getting away from it all with his guitar.  Ashton lived to create, and this helped him do that.

Things were even better between the two of you after his writing getaways.  He’d still be buzzing with the passion of writing breath-taking verses, and he loved you impossibly better because of it.  His emotions were always close to the surface after these trips.  They were times of uninhibited feeling, of love and pleasure and pain laid bare all for the sake of unearthing the right words to string together.  When he got home, he would crash into you full force.  It was something you never fully expected.  He’d be on you in an instant, just desperate to be close to you.  You’d spend forever under the sheets.  Clothed or not, day or night.  It didn’t matter, Ashton just needed to be with you.  And you were more than okay with that.  You wouldn’t trade the heartfelt conversations or impassioned lovemaking for anything.

He picks up his bag and makes his way to the door, and you trail behind him to see him off. 

“Be safe please.” You have just the one request each time he leaves.

“I will, promise.”

The two of you meet each other halfway, Ashton leaning down and you on tiptoes, for one last kiss.  It’s deep and comforting and will have to hold you over for a day or two, but you remind yourself it’s nothing compared to what you’re in for when he comes home.

After whispering “I love you’s” for a few moments more, he’s stepping outside.  As he turns a corner and slips from your view, you pull yourself out of the doorway and back into the apartment.  There’s no need for you to hope he finds what he’s looking for.  He always does.

[calumsbtich-blog]

✨ we’re the reckless hearts with lucky stars never fall apart, that’s the way we are ✨

[ashtonfightme]

hi @spacemike tagged me to put 10 songs on shuffle thx sarah i love you!!

lost in stereo - atl numb - max jury greedy - ariana grande tennis court - lorde photograph - ed sheeran english girls - the maine suburbia - troye sivan beside you - (somewhere new ep) idk who sings this hold on - shawn mendes ugh! - the 1975

i tag @ashtoniwir @henrikholn @shoulderkisses @lukeybee @ashtonsnova and anyone else who wants to do this!!!

[chaoticthot]

ya girl hit the naughty nineteen

[chaoticthot]

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