Im So Serious When I Say That Asher Is THE Guy W Dyslexia

i’m so serious when i say that asher is THE guy w dyslexia

like the 3rd grade reading level during sophomore year dyslexic

like the text to speech dyslexic

like the ‘only likes calls because sending a text takes 20 mins’ dyslexic

Let get food chapter 3 snipping

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“Good boy”

They walked away

Leaving asher blushing and flustered

While they ordered asher tried to calm himself

But every time he felt okay their voice replayed in his head

Praising him

It was a form of torture he was secretly enjoying

When the returned

Full of life and smiling

His heart only beat faster, as his face reddened

“ You okay man? You're not allergic to peanuts are you?”

They joked, they knew asher was very proud of being allergic to nothing

Asher admired their face, so full of color, he wasn't use to it like that, at least not any more

He nervously stammered

“No, no . I'm not allergic to anything.”

He laughed A little

Making darlin laugh

“Well you're all red?”

Asher just continued to laugh in return

Then darlin had a revelation, they took their spit at the table

Leaning over the table to quietly share what they think

“ is it because I called you a good boy”

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I would like to know what other asmr rp creators yall listen to

Specifically, male for non women, so gender neutral or male listeners

Thank you I appreciate it

Uggggg this is so sweet and cute

Sand Dollars

TW - An unnecessary amount of knowledge about Sea Urchins as well as Sand Dollars. And Lasko being Lasko. AN - This was not a fun rewrite, but it was fun nonetheless. WC - 1104

This Wonderful Idea was requested (technically) by @cyanbugremix

The last time they were on the beach was when they were little. Perhaps they felt a connection to the water and the little person that they were walked right into it. Of course, any caring parents would have freaked out- but this wasn’t about that. This was about Lasko and them. Lasko who’d been so freaked out about exam week. 

Lasko who had been so worried about everything but himself. The same airhead who wasn’t taking good care of himself. And that bothered you, so a beach day was in need. After all who doesn’t want to feel the sand against their skin? Of course, they made sure to pack sunscreen. 

The water was clear, the air salty; Just as they remembered this brought back so many wholesome memories. The little vacation time they get between their busy schedules is always welcome. They especially didn’t mind spending it with their stressed-out partner even if he could be a bit of an airhead.

As they continued to think about Lasko, something in the water brushed up against their leg. What was that? They glanced down and what do you know? It was a sea shell, and the tides must have brought it to the surface. 

They’d never seen something like this. It was circular, with some oddly cut lines. There was even a small flower design on it. They had never seen something like this. They’ve seen many different sea shells before but never this. Maybe Lasko knew what it was? Where was Lasko? 

They carefully picked up the weirdly beautiful shell now to find Lasko. The last time they saw him; he was searching for something on the other side of the beach. Perhaps he found one of these shells too! Well, they wouldn’t know unless they went to the other side of the beach. 

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Lasko sighed to himself, he could not find a Sand Dollar to save his life. He wanted to give one to his dear. They have stunning shells.. Some funny facts about Sand Dollars they could be considered sea shells, but sand dollars or sea cookies are a type of sea urchin.

Unlike regular sea urchins; their bodies display secondary front-to-back bilateral symmetry. Another fun fact about these snapper biscuits there are no morphological distinguishing features between the females and the males! 

He could go on and on about the cool facts about Sand Dollars and sea urchins in general but, that's not why he’s here. He wanted to find one for his dear, the one who was always patient with him. The one who loves everything about him.. And I mean everything. 

 He took a seat defeated, the blaring sun was starting to become too much. I guess he didn’t take into account how hot it’d be. Though it was said it was supposed to rain today, the sun in the sky didn’t seem to agree with that. But he that was fine for now. Maybe when it cooled down he would continue his search for the runaway Sand Dollar. 

But for right now some rest and hydration were in need. Now that he thought about it.. What did Sand Dollars exactly stand for? They hold a deep spiritual meaning, yes, but as for a regular meaning, he didn’t know. 

As for spiritual meaning: divinity, transformation, and inner strength. As for a regular or nonspiritual meaning perhaps hope? He didn’t know why but it stuck. Was it possibly the reason he wanted to find one for his water-inclined partner? 

Hoping to see their beautiful smile, to see the beauty of their smile outweigh that of the biggest star in the sky. Lasko is a hopeful man, hoping one day he’d stop stammering every five seconds. Perhaps one of these days his wishes would get answered but for now he’d wait.

He’d rest up and enjoy the trip that was offered to him. After all dear didn’t have to invite him, but they chose to. Though he was never good at hiding stuff from them, they’d flash that lovely smile of theirs and he’d crumble like cookies. Thinking about their smile brought a bright pink flush to his face. 

And for a moment he could swear he could hear them calling his name. It was getting closer. 

‘’ Laskooooo! ‘’ 

Okay, he wasn’t crazy, he stood up and to his surprise there they were running towards him. It kinda reminded him of a movie scene.. When the protagonist finally gets the one they’ve wanted since the start of the movie. They didn’t seem intent on stopping. 

Wait. What.

Before Lasko could react they crashed into him. ‘’ Lasko Dearest are you okay?  ‘’

To say the least, Lasko was not okay. He was dazed from the crash on the sand, as well as dazed from his lover's face inches away from his. This was far from the first time they’d been this close. And it would be far from the last time they’d be this close. Yet it was this closeness that flustered Lasko. Time after time. 

‘’ y..y-..y-yeah I’m okay! Just.. distracted.. ‘’ the way their hair fell on their face as they lay on top of him was enchanting. This really felt like a scene out of a movie. Actually no, a book. He didn’t think it was possible to fall in love twice but.. Here he was. 

‘’ well that’s good, I didn’t mean to knock you over dearest. In fact I wanted to show you something. ‘’ they placed a kiss on his lips before climbing off of the flustered airman. Of course, this action caused him to malfunction but it's okay. Right? 

‘’ w..w-w..-well what d..d-did you wa-want to s-s-show me? ‘’ god could he stop stammering for five damn seconds? 

‘’ I found this. ‘’ they show him the shell that they found earlier. ‘’ I’ve never seen something like this. And I was wondering if you knew what it was. ‘’ they finished with a smile. 

Well, would you look at that? They’d found the Sand Dollar he wanted to give to them. He couldn’t help but break into a fit of laughs. ‘’ I’ve been looking for one of those all day ‘’ the irony was just beautiful. 

‘’ well, what is it Dearest? ‘’ they looked at him confused. 

‘’ A Sand Dollar ‘’ he couldn’t help but smile. Instead of him finding it for them. They found it for him.

‘’That smile tells me I’m in for a long ride. ‘’ Dear couldn’t help but smile as well,‘’ tell me all about it Dearest. ‘’

‘’ Are you sure.. You..know I talk a lot.. ‘’ 

‘’ Yes, I enjoy hearing you speak about the things you’re passionate about ‘’

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Apparently it gabe Shaws death day so I wanted to share some angst I thought of

I feel some others might have thought or shared something similar because it seems pretty basic to me but I've never actually seen others say this

But what if the night gabe died he wasn't supposed to be out

The only reason he was out driving was because darlin called him , because they need help

And gave rushed to them, and ends up dead

Darlin still in need calling gabe over and over, before they get a little upset that he lied and wasn't helping them

Until they find out from David that he was in a crash, like 5 blocks away from where they were waiting

Darlin the only one that knows this, and it fills them with guilt to know that if they never called gabe, if they could handle their own problems, if they weren't such a trouble maker, gabe would still be alive.

I’d like to imagine, not for any good reason, that Adam is still alive. But not whole.

Very illogical ramble below:

I’d like to think his decapitated head is sitting far away from his limp body. Adam’s eyes have seen every crevasse of the basement room, he’s counted every brick on the wall, every strand of web spun the the spiders who inhabit the room. He’s watched his blood oxidise and turn into dust. He’s watched his body decay and be eaten by animals who’d stumble upon it.

But Adam’s head still rests there, still alive. Vampires don’t need their heart, what good is blood circulation to an already undead being. They don’t need air, what good are the lungs in his chest. Without his stomach he no longer feels his own hunger. But his mind does. All he knows is the taste of Lovely’s blood, all he craves, all he ever thinks about. One last touch, one last look, one last taste. One drop and he’d be satiated.

He’d wonder if they still said his name instead of Vincent’s, if their cries of ‘no’ still came out as ‘more’, wondered if their blood still tasted like heaven. Oh how he’d relish in the thought.

Adam’s decapitated head still sentient as he hears Bright Eyes and Fred getting attacked by Quinn, Adam hearing Sam turn them, Adam laughing at the irony of it all.

Adam’s decapitated head seeing the light as another vampire hears his laughter. Adam feeling touch as he’s moved from his home on the basement floor.

Adam’s living, seeing, knowing head sitting mounted on a wall as a piece of Quinn’s collection.

Adam wondering, but never asking, why there’s another podium next to him, a named place with no head. Adam reading the name ‘Samuel Collins’ over and over again, wondering who would be placed next to him after all his time alone.