Dec 13, 2017
2017 selfie tag thing! Thanks for tagging me @toolateacoustic Idk who to tag really soo @bangmelikey0urdrums @grindingoncalumm @softmuses and anyone else who wants to do it! Love y’all 💗
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2017 selfie tag thing! Thanks for tagging me @toolateacoustic Idk who to tag really soo @bangmelikey0urdrums @grindingoncalumm @softmuses and anyone else who wants to do it! Love y’all 💗
This is old but 🤷🏼♀️
I got tagged by @catchfirestan to post my lock screen, home screen, the last song I listened to, and my last selfie! I'll tag @grindingoncalumm, @bangmelikey0urdrums, @5sosnsfw and anyone else that wants to do this :)
happy internet friends day to all my loves ✨ you all make me feel like I belong in this big big world 💜
“I just couldn’t hit the fucking marks, Y/N. I could not stay on beat for shit today.”
Ashton has really worked himself up, his face flushing red and his long fingers sifting through the soft, short blonde hair. His skin warms up underneath your fingertips from where they rest on his back underneath his t-shirt and he is upset. He inches away from you slightly, sliding closer to the car window and breaking contact with you.
You won’t ever admit it to him, but seeing Ashton angry, especially at himself, is one of the hardest things for you to witness. It makes your chest tight and your heart upset and you want so badly to help him and hold him and calm him down but he always gets too far into his own head you can’t even think of trying.
“Honestly, what the fuck happened today? I fucked up in the studio so badly. I don’t understand how we got anything done today because I blew it.”
“Ashton, it’s-”
“Don’t tell me it’s fucking okay, alright, Y/N? You know it isn’t so don’t tell me that bullshit.” Ashton snaps, opening the window and staring out. You don’t try to console him any further, instead opting to pull out your phone and at least try and make it back to your place without a fight with your boyfriend.
Moments pass and L.A. traffic has you backed up on the highway and Ashton keeps mumbling to himself about how upset he is and how pissed he is and all of these things and instead of your normal approach, soft words and longing looks, you reach over and feel out his hand, gripping it tightly and kissing his knuckles gently.
“I know you’re upset, baby. I get that. But you did your best, right? And it was one out of like, a million sessions in the studio. You’ll do better next time and the time after that and those are the things you should be focusing on right now. This album is going to be great and you are going to sound great on it, Ash. I know you will.”
You eye him warily and the grin on his face is a respite from his unusually cold demeanor. He unbuckles his seatbelt, giving a wary look at the Uber driver before resting his head in your lap, his eyes drifting closed as he hums softly. His fingers form their own rhythm on your thighs as the traffic picks up again.
“’M sorry I snapped at you, my love. Didn’t mean it.”
“I know you didn’t, drummer boy. Of course not.”
Glasses
Ashton pushes his glasses farther up his nose as he concentrates on his computer screen; images of you and him together on the beach, in Paris, in Central Park the day you surprised him with a blanket and a picnic basket, fall into place as Ashton constructs his collage. His heart is full and with each passing picture he falls a little bit more in love with the way your eyes sparkle when you look at him and how bright your smile is and how he looks happier than he’s been in months when he’s with you.
His glasses slip down his nose again, and he goes to adjust them when he feels the bed dip behind him, your warm breath coasting over his neck, making him nervous like it always does.
“Whatcha got there, Picasso?” The smirk in your voice is evident as you kiss his bare shoulder, your lips greeted by his warm skin. Ashton hums again, leaning into your touch as you both look back at the memories you’ve shared together, the adventures you’ve taken together, the experiences you’ve lived through together.
“I love you so much.” Ashton whispers, maybe to himself because shit he never gets this sappy but you catch it, smiling from behind him and reaching over to close the laptop. You pull him back, beanie and glasses and all to lie with you. His skin is hot and he caresses your fingers in the gentlest way and his voice is quiet as he recounts every single picture, reminds you of what your relationship has been like. You know on days like this, when he’s impossibly warm and happy and he’s broken out the beanie, that he likes to be the one with arms around him. And he loves that you would do that for him.
“Love you too, Ash. More than you’ll know.”
List 5 things that make you happy, then pass this on to the last 10 people who reblogged from you :)
5 things that make me happy..... succulents, a cold can of coke, reeeeally tiny seashells, fat cats, and watching baseball games! (and many many more things but this’ll do for now)
List 5 things that make you happy, then pass this on to the last 10 people who reblogged from you :)
Reading good books
Actually being productive
Listening to music (finding new songs, listening to old favs, acoustic covers)
Creating awesome digital art
Taking pictures an editing them