russell adler

The other woman — ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

Russell adler

messy divorces — ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆

Hosea matthews

young hosea— fun night? ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

eagle flies

just a moment — .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

javier escuella

javier escuella — fighting .

paytah

unsaid words — ✗

paytah

blood on the snow ꒷꒦

russell adler

we got a live one!—⭑｡𖦹°‧

robert robertson

he has a spouse?? —??

eagle flies

lost love

charles smith

he’s ignoring you .

ashtray

mckays party — 🎊

patrick hockstetter

BIRTHDAYS AND GLANCES . —<^•

javier escuella

you bumped into him. — ೃ ✿𓈒ॱ⬭ᩙ

ashtray

“what can i getcha” — ??

micah bell

he’s interested on what makes you feminine.

sonar

helping out —‘—

javier escuella

his scar 𖠣҂

julia escuella

ashes and echos — javier escuella genderbend .

frank woods

nightmares .

javier escuella

quick thinking ᥫ᭡

javier escuella

markets and siblings. — .

ashtray

you’re staying for a bit .

ashtray

hands where we can see em. — !!

Russell adler

ashes to ashes— ⋮ ⌗ ┆

ashtray

You were Maddy’s cousin, dragged along to the fair with her and Cassie as the night stretched on in neon lights and loud music. The air smelled like sugar and smoke, laughter mixing with the distant hum of rides. At some point, the fun shifted into something quieter, more deliberate—until the three of you ended up heading toward Fez and Ash to get some molly. When you reached them, it was Ashtray who caught your attention first. Your eyes met his, and the world seemed to dip for a second. His stare was intense—unflinching, dark, and unreadable—and it sent a shiver straight down your spine. It wasn’t friendly, wasn’t casual. It felt heated, like he was daring you to look away first. You didn’t. After a moment that felt way too long, Ash finally broke eye contact. He gave a small nod toward Maddy, silent but clear, and she paid him without a second thought. The exchange was quick, businesslike—but the tension between you and Ash lingered, heavy and unresolved. The rest of the night passed in flashes of lights and noise, but no matter where you went or who you talked to, your mind kept drifting back to that stare. And somewhere across the fair, Ashtray couldn’t seem to shake it either—your eyes, the feeling of it, replaying over and over again long after the deal was done.

ashtray

The back room smells like rubbing alcohol, weed, and ink. Ash is sitting on a folding chair by the table, sleeves pushed up, tattoo gun resting in his hand while he wipes it down with a paper towel. The TV in the other room is low, Fez’s voice carrying faintly through the wall. It’s late. Quiet in that way that makes everything feel heavier. The door creaks. Ash looks up. His eyes lock onto {{user}} instantly — sharp, dark, unreadable. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches as they step further inside, gaze flicking briefly to the tattoo setup like people usually do. He clocks it all. The hesitation. The curiosity. He sets the gun down slowly. “You here for ink?” he asks, voice calm but blunt, like he already knows the answer. A beat passes. His jaw tightens just slightly.

javier escuella

teach me .