#but with ashton she's much more careful in navigating that attraction

[captainkingsley]

i will Not comment on posts with stupid takes about Ashton I will Not,

(proceeds to ramble in my own tags because idk where else to dump this)

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I posted 12,475 times in 2022

That's 3,313 more posts than 2021!

449 posts created (4%)

12,026 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 1,406 of my posts in 2022

#critical role - 185 posts

#perfect for queue - 106 posts

#fearne calloway - 20 posts

#ashton greymoore - 19 posts

#dorian storm - 18 posts

#exu 2 - 18 posts

#chetney pock o'pea - 16 posts

#widojest - 15 posts

#laudna - 13 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

what i headcanon the c3 crew’s formalwear to look like

cuz there’s no way matt mentioned a ball and then isn’t gonna let them attend

imogen: a pale yellow tulle dress, maybe bishop sleeves? maybe a deep v? maybe a slit if she’s feeling it? very classy

laudna: a full-fledged morticia outfit with dramatic sleeves and black and red lace, possibly a dramatic train that people keep tripping on

fcg: just a fun tie 

orym: a green or brown suit with a tailcoat, very intricate embroidery, possibly some autumnal colors 

ashton: dark and irridescent, possibly a skirt/kilt

chetney: one of those baby blue tuxes from the 70s... you know the ones i’m talking about

fearne: barbie island princess but with lots of jewelry

dorian: panics and thinks “what would opal wear”, ends up in a shimmering lilac jumpsuit that actually looks fantastic

151 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#4

“your sadness is sort of attractive”- ah, that explains so much 

151 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#3

liam will see a laura bailey character going through it and say “anybody gonna comfort them?” and not wait for a response

199 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#2

i’ve been seeing a lot of posts recently about how bell’s hells are different from vox machina/the nein/most parties, and there’s been a lot of really interesting insights! but to me, one of the things i find most intriguing and relatable about these characters is how many of them can be viewed through a lens of disability/chronic pain. i’m not used to being able to relate to any characters through this lens, let alone so many, and it’s really exciting. like, just going around the table, there’s so many different flavors of this throughout!

like, you’ve got chetney. he’s old, but also pretty new to the scene. he’s trying to develop control, trying to find others like him- while also having to keep in mind the stigma that surrounds his new condition. 

and then there’s laudna, and oh my god, her body doesn’t work in any of the ways a normal body does. she cracks and pops and dislocates, and it’s been going on for so long now that she isn’t even phased by it anymore, even as it horrifies others. sure, it’s inconvenient that she has a 5 strength and things fall off sometimes, but it doesn’t really bother her after all these years. 

fcg? i mean, there’s so much there. large parts of the world are inaccessible without help. people don’t see them as a person. he doesn’t really seem himself as a person. trying to disguise aspects of your body (their wheel) so as to look more like everybody else. not being able to participate in certain activities, particularly surrounding food and drink, to the same extent as others. trying to take care of others. having to go to a specialist (milo) when something unusual happens with their body for fear it might be something serious. 

i’ve mentioned before that i very much see imogen through an invisible illness/ chronic pain lens- particularly, she reminds me of a friend from school who experienced chronic migraines. the way she navigates the world always uncomfortable and always on high alert for things that could make it worse is extremely familiar, and her joy at being out in the jungle and getting to experience almost no symptoms? good for you, girl, i’m jealous. 

and then there’s ashton. like, he’s very visibly disabled after the chaos fairy magic humpty dumpty situation. their entire subclass is based on how they didn’t heal exactly right and the results. and that’s even before we get into the whole “i used to be soft” thing which is like !!!!!! the amount of times i’ve heard a similar sentiment of being just like you before the x happened. it’s so good. 

and i dunno, i just think it’s really cool! i don’t necessarily think any of the cast had this sort of allegory in mind, but disabled/characters with a potential disability allegory are kind of a rarity, and i’m really excited to have so many flavors of it this time around!

382 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

since we’re about to hit episode ten, here’s a few things i love that each cast member is doing

travis

~first off, the balls to do that fakeout

~the fact that he joined them for the intro every time even when he wasn’t going to play? such a tease

~the way he’s created two characters that are clearly joke characters, but imbues them with a lot of empathy 

~bertrand’s last night; he brought so much to it that lends to the tragedy

~using his past experiences as fjord to understand how fucking fun teasing dorian would be 

~honestly, just the fact that he makes an effort and consistently engages with robbie

robbie

~the aesthetic is just *chef’s kiss* right here

~slipping up and saying “the nine of us” because he counted matt

~he doesn’t use a ton of spells, but when he does, it’s very effective

~not afraid to look bad; this can be really tough with roleplay but he doesn’t seem to care if he looks like an idiot 

~setty

~everything going on effects dorian- he’s very active and reactive to what’s going on in the game

marisha

~the entire concept of laudna is a delight

~her choice of voice; the contrast between such a cheery voice and her appearance is perfect

~the conversation about love; it was such a genuine exploration of a nebulous sort of topic

~how marisha commits to the joints cracking and popping; as someone with arthritis, it makes me laugh and wanna take tylenol at the same time

~bringing delilah back- just a delightful choice

~the way marisha seems fine with the fact that most npcs hate/fear her even though that’s obviously inconvenient

sam

~taking the leap into robots

~how he keeps finding new ways to play small characters 

~also he/they! hell yeah!

~the decision to play a therapist friend who’s actually a really bad therapist is really intriguing to me, and i can’t wait to see where he takes it

~the foreshadowing he’s already doing for the inevitable “actually i am a deeply tragic character” moment

~pussy

ashley

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553 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

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Hey! So Ive been trying to have more love for myself lately.. and it’s hard after having so many negative thoughts for so many years.. I was wondering if you had any advice on how to work on self love more.. and how can I be confident in what I wear or do even though I am a bigger girl... sorry if I’m bothering you.. I see you give great advice out and this has been weighing on my mind :( .. love your blog by the way! ❤️

Hey! First off, I give you all the kudos for trying to build up your self-love, because that shit ain’t easy. As a fellow bigger girl, it really does suck that extra bit more because of ridiculous societal messages telling us that “skinny” is “pretty”. 

So, this is just 100% a suggestion that helped me, and I can’t say it’ll help everyone, but I’m still gonna throw it out there. Because I despised my body ever since I hit puberty. I was always the “curvy” one in my friend group in middle school and high school, and even in undergrad I was sooooo hard on myself and always comparing my body size to others and feeling “fat” or “inadequate” (which, by the way, I’ve learned fat isn’t a dirty word. It’s just another adjective like any other word, and I love reclaiming it for myself because why does one word create so much angst in us?). Well, I hit grad school and finally decided enough was enough. We only get one body in our lives, and it’s the ONE thing that is ours and ours alone, so why was I waging war with the one true home my soul had? 

So, what I did was got a full-length mirror (eep, I know). I put that sucker in my bedroom and I MADE myself stand naked in front of it for at least 5 minutes every single day. Butt ass naked. It was HORRIBLE at first. I didn’t let myself look away, and I took in all aspects of my body from all angles (sometimes doing funny poses or funny faces for a bit of humorous relief because it got intensely difficult some days). And I did that every day for months and months. And ya know what? After a while, I started to notice things about my body that I hadn’t. Sure, maybe I wished my tummy was flatter, or my thighs smaller, but hey, that dip in my waist is pretty cool, and my shoulders have these cute little freckles that aren’t so bad…I think you see where I’m going with this. I started focusing on the parts of my body that I DIDN’T dislike, and the more I did that, the more little things I liked that I noticed. I did it with my face too, and really took in my features. And the longer I did it, the easier it got. And now, over 5 years later, I still have a full-length mirror and I still make sure to look at myself naked every day. I don’t always do it for 5+ minutes nowadays, but I make sure to get in a few good looks. And sure, there’s still days that I’m like “oh god” and start to get that negative thinking, but there’s also days where I look and think, “Well damn, I look pretty good!” We all have positive and negative self-esteem days, but it’s not letting the negative ones take over and telling those negative thoughts to fuck off. 

It’s also been me having to rewire my thought process about myself, as well as taking apart the stigma of what is considered “attractive”, because that word is so subjective. I’ve had people who say how attractive/pretty/etc they think I am, and then I’ve had people say comments that I’m not even gonna write out on here. The point is, you’ll never make everyone else happy, but what’s important is that YOU’RE happy and comfortable in your body. Regardless of size, shape, color, ability, etc…we ALL deserve to feel happy with the body we’re given. 

Another thing that has helped tremendously is my support system. I have a group of friends now who NEVER enable that negative thinking. In fact, I just went to the gyno last month, and I almost fell over when I got on the scale and saw I had gained 10-15lbs. It really fucked me up the entire rest of the visit. So I texted two of my closest friends as soon as I left the office, and I was frantically asking them, “Did I look like I gained weight to you, when you were just here for my birthday?!” And I told them what had happened at the gyno. They both responded with support, one saying that it’s just a number on a scale, and that that number doesn’t define who I am, and that if I FEEL happy and healthy and confident, then fuck that scale (this is why I don’t even own a working scale or weigh myself, bc those damn numbers really mess with  your head). The other friend told me that I was giving that number way too much power, and that I’m so many other qualities than my weight. She said that a number shouldn’t overpower my intelligence, compassion, drive, etc.

Well, they both made me tear up, because they were both so right, and I needed that reality check from them. I usually am pretty decent at giving myself that self-love, but I know that when I need some assistance with it, I have some amazing friends to help raise me back up and remind me that I’m a kickass woman who isn’t going to be cowed by something as silly as weight or body size. 

Holy shit, this got SO rambly. Apologies. I’m so passionate about self-love though, and I know firsthand what a process it is. I also know I’m privileged in a lot of ways, being white, cis, and able-bodied, and I can’t imagine the struggle others who don’t have those privileges have to go through in fighting those societal stigmas. 

Also, as far as what you wear, my advice is just make sure it fits and you’re comfortable in it, and fuck whatever size is on the tag. I used to be all caught up in the “omg, but it’s an XXL” or “but it’s a size X, Y, or Z size pants!” I have another amazing friend who is my go-to shopping buddy, because she’s an amazing emotional support for navigating the horrors of trying to shop for a curvier body (she legit brings a chocolate bar when we go shopping, and feeds me pieces when I start getting grumpy or down on myself if things don’t fit; she’s amazing). She gave me advice one time that always sticks with me. She said, “Ashton, NO ONE is going to know what size shirt or pants you have on. No one is going to demand to see the tag to make sure you’re wearing a large instead of an extra large. All anyone will notice is if the clothes don’t fit you properly, or if you’re not confident in them.” I was like damn….you’re so right. No one but ME (well, and my friend) knows what size these are, so why the fuck do I care, so long as *I* think I look cute in them? 

God, it really comes down to numbers, doesn’t it? Fuck those numbers. Fuck every single one of them. We’re so much more than a number. I am. You are. We ALL are.

Okay, now I’m done rambling. I don’t know if any of that was helpful, but feel free to message me at any time if you need some positive support! Also, I’m looking at your profile picture, and you are so gorgeous, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

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Party Animals (5SOS Cake Fanfic)

Party Animals

5 Seconds of Summer

Cake (Calum Hood and Luke Hemmings)

2,773 Words

I leaned casually against the bar top, a small smile lighting up my face as the lights of the club around me jumped with the music. It was easy to lose yourself in the middle of a huge party, the bodies around you consuming your every last thought until all you could do was dance. Of course, sometimes the bodies around you decided to try to pull you in with them, their intentions always clear from the way their hands traveled a little too far down and the flirty smile that never seemed to change, no matter what face it was plastered across.

Knocking the last shot on the bar top down my throat, I stepped away from the corner I had just glued myself to and threw myself back into the moving bodies. It wasn’t easy navigating your way through such a tight space, but one thing that was easy was finding my best friend’s blue head peaking above the crowd. I shoved my way past people, not caring about the amount of party fouls I caused with split drinks. At this time in the morning everyone still here was too plastered to care.

I finally burst through the last stretch of people to be slammed against Michael’s back, causing him to let out a very unmanly screech and whirl on me. “God damnit, Luke! For the last time you cannot keep doing that!”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Mikey?” I flashed him a lopsided smile, the liquor running through my system upping my game tremendously. Which is saying a lot, since I still didn’t know how to properly flirt.

“Shut the fuck up, you pansy.” Michael rolled his eyes before they latched onto a girl slightly to his left. She was grinding against another girl, throwing her hair over her shoulder as gracefully as she could without spilling her drink. Michael glanced sideways at me, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “I think I’m in love.”

I scoffed, “If I had a dollar for every time you said that in a club I’d have enough money to support your hair dye addiction.” Michael paused, taking what I said into consideration before nodding his head in agreement.

I jerked forward as I felt a large hand slap into the middle of my back just before a shaggy head popped up in my peripheral vision. “Dude, this party is fucking sick! I am so glad Cal dragged us out of the hotel for this.” Ashton sighed blissfully, tilting his beer back to drain the last of it in one swallow.

The sound of Calum’s name immediately dropped my mood by 200 percent. It wasn’t the man himself that pulled out the depressed teen in me, though. It was my own fault, really. I was the one who continues to let myself stay up at night, my thoughts preoccupied with how glorious it would be to see my pale hand slide across that perfectly-tanned skin of his, possibly even glistening with sweat that we could work up doing some…interesting activities.

“Damn it, Luke.” Michael’s amused voice snapped me out of my thoughts and he couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled out of him as he watched the blush bloom across my cheeks. Michael was the one person I had actually indulged my deep little fantasies to, and ever since then he wouldn’t let up on the teasing. All in good heart, of course. Michael shook his head lightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes that gave me an uneasy feeling. “Why don’t you just fuck the boy already?”

I choked on my spit about the same time that Ashton choked on his beer. His head swiveled towards me, making me freeze and shoot a glare towards Michael. “Luke, what the hell? You’re crushing on someone and you didn’t tell me?” He threw his hands up in exasperation, smacking some girl’s beer all over her without even noticing. “And you told Michael. Of all people, you choose Michael Clifford.”

“Hey!” Michael shoved said boy, glaring at him. “If anything he made the right decision in telling me because I’ll actually help him get the damn guy instead of talking about his feelings.” He rolled his eyes so hard I had to laugh at the two.

I sighed, placing my hand on Ashton’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t even call it a crush, Ash. Nothing to get worried about.”

Michael snorted, holding his beer in front of his mouth like that would hide the smirk plastered there. “It’s a little bit of a crush, but more sexual fantasies than anything.” Ashton laughed along with Michael, at least having the decency to throw me an apologetic glance when he saw my cheeks flare red.

“Did I hear sexual fantasies? God knows I star in a lot of those.” I jumped as Calum came up behind me and threw his arm around my shoulder, giving the girl to his left a suggestive glance.

Michael choked; literally choked on his spit so hard he had to bend over with his hands on his knees, coughing and laughing and sputtering while his face turned a beet red from lack of oxygen. I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and raising my eyebrows. Luckily, the blush that was now spreading to my neck could easily be explained away with the alcohol if Calum were to ask.

Calum’s attention was dragged to Michael when the little fucker continued to laugh away at his little inside joke. Cal raised one eyebrow, smirking slightly and tilting his head. “What the hell is wrong with him?”

Ash clapped his hand on Michael’s back, causing the younger boy to jerk up and his hysterical laughing to simmer down to small chuckles. His eyes sparkled with humor as he watched me shift a little under Calum’s arm. Ashton shook his head before glancing at Calum. “We were just talking about how Luke has a crush and decided to tell Michael, out of all of us.”

I averted my eyes when Calum rounded on me with a wounded look on his face. “Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” I shrugged, causing Calum’s arm to fall off of my shoulders and let me shift slightly away from him as I started to internally panic.

Michael noticed my discomfort and did what he does best: embarrass the absolute shit out of me. “Well, Luke’s not sure he’s his type. I mean, he just doesn’t really want to make things awkward if he were to make a move.”

Calum rolled his eyes while tipping his head back to down another drink of the beer in his hand. “Lucas, how many times do we have to tell you that you’re a catch for you to believe it?” I rolled my eyes back at him, shoving him as an excuse to get him further away from my still-spreading blush.

Michael glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. My stomach flipped, knowing I wasn’t ready for whatever the hell was about to come out of the dumbass’ mouth. “Why don’t you prove it?”

Calum raised his eyebrows curiously, tilting his head to shake his hair out of his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the guy is here.” That made Calum’s head swivel, surveying the room around him, presumably looking for someone that was my type. I even had to chuckle at the irony of that one. “Why don’t you show him how much of a catch he is? Dance with him. Make sure the point gets across.”

I choked, my eyes widening as I whirled on Michael to give him my full-forced glare that I reserved just for the little shit. He shrugged, smirking widely at me and wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Calum squinted a little, his grip tightening on his cup. “Why don’t one of you do it?”

Ashton rolled his eyes at that one. “Maybe because you’re bisexual? And Michael and I are straight?”

“You sure about that?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest sassily. “I seem to remember a drunken Mashton having a moment in their hotel room the other night.”

Michael blushed, scooting a foot from Ashton, causing the other boy to giggle. “I was DRUNK.”

“They’ve always said a person shows their true colors when they’re intoxicated.” Calum grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Sure you’re not ready to join the dark side with us? It’s kind of fun over here.”

Michael made a disgusted face, his blush still spreading down to his neck. “Why don’t you go grind on Luke’s ass and make his man-crush jealous. Leave me alone.” He huffed, taking a swig of the beer still in his hand while giving me the evil eye from the side. I just smiled innocently and enjoyed watching him squirm for once.

Calum passed his beer to some random passerby before hooking his hand in the crook of  my elbow and dragging me a few feet from the boys. I looked over at him, confused and slightly startled. He smiled at me, if not a little bashful, and shrugged. “Michael has a point. There’s no better way to make someone see what they have until they’re threatened with losing it.”

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him skeptically as he hesitated for only a moment before pulling me flush against his body. “And you’re going to be the one to make him feel threatened?” It was an ultimate struggle to pretend that I didn’t feel Cal’s chest tighten under my hands as his own hands slid around my waist.

He shrugged again, giving me a slightly offended look. “What, you don’t think I would be a threat to him? Is he more attractive than me or something?” As if he was seriously irked by the thought, his voiced lowered dangerously towards the end of his question as his arms flexed when he tensed, as if waiting for me to tell him he was the ugliest person I had ever seen.

I shook my head, my heart racing as my mind tried to scramble for a way to dispel this thought of his without letting on to just how attractive I know he is. “No no, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that he won’t think you’re a threat because someone like you would never actually go for someone like me.” Well, that came out a lot more depressing than I had originally intended.

One of Cal’s hands left my waist to tangle into the hair at the nape of my neck as his body started moving against mine. My own body responded in kind, mostly out of instinct. I had officially made it to the point where I can no longer ignore his muscular, perfectly tanned body pressed so close to mine I was surprised I hadn’t lost my mind yet. “Like I said before, you’re a catch and anyone would be lucky to catch your attention.” His sentence didn’t even register in my mind because I was too focused on the light tugging of his hand in my hair and the way his body rolled effortlessly against mine. The blush was spreading back up my neck and into my cheeks. I swirled my body to press my back against his front because it was absolutely the only way I could hide just how much this was turning me on. His hand had released my hair when I spun but stayed suspended in air, and when I rested my back against his front it found its new home at the base of my neck; not choking, just resting gently so that his thumb grazed my jawline.

I happened to glance up and catch Michael’s eye from where we had left the other boys 20 feet away. His mouth was slightly open, more out of amusement than shock as he watched my hips work against Calum’s. The look he gave me tipped me off to the fact that he knew I wouldn’t be able to pass up this opportunity if it was put in front of me, which is precisely why he presented it to me. I discreetly flipped him off and he put his beer back in front of his lips to hide his smirk. It only took one glance to Mikey’s left to see Ashton staring at Calum and I, then his gaze flickered to Michael, and then to watch as realization dawned on his face. He smacked Michael’s arm, looking wildly between the three of us as he connected the dots and figured out for himself who was staring in my sexual fantasies.

My focus was pulled from my other bandmates when I felt Calum’s lips brush against my skin where my neck met my left shoulder. I was equally startled at the fact that his lips were there as I was at the fact that his lips could reach so easily, considering I have a couple inches on his height. His other hand snaked around my waist to press himself even closer to my back, still flawlessly moving to the beat of the song. The hand resting on the base of my neck inched up to cup my jaw to nudge my cheek so that the side of my face was inching more and more towards his own face. I brought one of my arms up to wind behind me to let my fingers curl into his hair, causing his lips to open just a fraction as I yanked. Cal smirked, pushing on the front of my waist and grinding sinfully into my ass. My head fell back on his shoulder and rolled, every thought I had of not letting on how turned on I was flying out the window as soon as I felt Calum’s own arousal making an appearance against me.

His voice was thick when I felt his lips brush against my ear. “I think we’re really selling it. If he’s not jealous at this point, then he’s not in his right mind.”

I groaned, not even bothered at the fact that he was still in the mind frame that we were doing this for someone else. I grabbed one of his arms and pulled, causing him to stumble until he was in front of me rather than behind. Every ounce of my shy nature evaporated as the lust that I have been bottling away for this beautiful man came spilling out of every pore of my body. One hand still in his hair, I pulled up to my full height and pulled his head back to brush my nose against his. His eyes were startled and his pupils blown wide as my other hand caught him by the back of the neck and I pressed every inch of my body against him, trapping his hands between our chests. “I know one thing that may drive him absolutely crazy.”

“What?” He was breathless now, his fingers unfolding against my chest and reaching up to grab onto my broad shoulder for dear life.

Through my lust-filled haze, I had a moment of clarity. Only a moment. If I kissed Calum, there was no going back. Whether or not he thought we were doing this for someone else, there is a line you do not cross with your friends. Dancing with one in an attempt to make someone jealous is one thing; making out with your best friend is on an entirely different playing field.

The moment passed, and I threw all caution to the wind as I leaned down that extra inch and finally brushed my lips against the object of my desires for as long as I can remember. Calum responded without hesitation, his arms winding around my neck to pull me down even farther, pressing our lips even tighter together. My lips opened on instinct, inviting Cal in and he took the invitation faster than I could register. Before I knew what was happening he had me pressed against the nearest wall he could find and his plump lips were making their way down my throat in such a hungry manner I was stunned.

Little did I know that Calum had recently admitted to Michael that he was just as hungry for me as I was for him, and Michael had been simply lying in wait for an opportunity to shove us together so we would both stop whining to him about being sexually frustrated over the other.

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connections.

F a m i l i a l/F a m i l i a l Like

N I A LOVELIS 👭

What bond is as strong as that of sisters? Rena would happily say not a single one in the world, when asked about her older sibling. She very much so, places the science of success in any of her personal, or public endeavors, in the hands of her older sister. Although the two are most often pushing each others buttons, cracking jokes and arguing over who’s going to pay for coffee; on a rare occasion, you’ll find them being sincerely sweet to one another and offering support.

“My sweet, devoted counterpart, we catch each other shooting stars. However close, however far. Whatever’s mine is ours”

M A T T H E W MUSTO

Bear has been like a brother to Rena every since they met in group therapy a few years ago. He knows her well, and she returns that favor. Other than Nia, he was the first person that Rena ever really felt loved and supported her, for whatever she was on any given day. However, he was a horrible influence on her early on in their relationship. He introduced her to drugs, and although Bear isn’t solely responsible for getting Rena into drinking, he was the first falling pebble before the avalanche. During Bear’s own brush with death, and faced with the possibility of losing each other, the two slept together; (This may have caused a relationship that Rena was in at the time to fall apart.) After he came out of it all alright, their own relationship returned to the way it’d been before. However, Rena will no longer drink with him. These days, she’s lying to him more often than not. When it comes down to who’s unhealthy, they could bicker for hours. Regardless, they’ll never give up on each other.  

“I want you to stop insisting that I’m not a lost cause, ‘cause I’ve been through a lot. Really all I’ve got, is just to stay pissed off. If that’s alright by you”

P l a t o n i c

A S H L E Y FRANGIPANE

Be it a girl’s night out, or an early breakfast date, Ashley is who Rena calls. They first met while Hey Violet was touring with 5 Seconds of Summer. Admittedly, Rena swore the meeting was a cruel joke the guys were playing, but was pleasantly surprised in the long run. Always the supportive, but honest one, Ashley is the best friend that Rena needed when she was much younger. There’s a love she has for Ashley, that lingers in the vein of great admiration. Rena has never had to ask herself if she could trust this relationship, it just came naturally.

“So, when you’re caught in the landslide, I’ll be there for you. I’ll be there for you. And in the rain, give you sunshine.

A S H T O N IRWIN

Rena has been friends with Ashton for quite a few years now, and knows almost everything about him. They share and confided in each other avidly, without feeling judged. From day one they’ve had a connection that Rena has never really been able to establish with anyone else. After the tour kickoff party at the Nokia club however, things got a little close to going too far between the two. They’ve resolved to never speaking about it- without speaking about it. The situation may have Rena silently questioning what her feelings toward Ashton have been all this time. Still, he’s the only person in her life that she’s ever been entirely honest with. Excluding their current situation, of course.

“Sweet creature, wherever I go, you bring me home- When I run out of road, you bring me home.”

D A V I D SCHMITT

Rena and David first met at a party a couple years back, and he took no time before attempting to hit on her; only to find out she was just seventeen. However, now that she’s well into an age that won’t get him arrested, he’s taking no prisoners. It isn’t something that Rena actually minds, in fact it’s a large part of their interaction. Their friendships consists of drinking themselves into a zombie-like drag, her insulting him and his going on about how great he is at, well, everything. Although Dave is mostly harmless in Rena’s eyes, he’s played a large part in exposing her to a few scenes that she never should have been apart of.

“Would you believe me if I said I was drunk? Maybe I want you to want me, but only tonight.”

H A Y L E Y WILLIAMS

An idol of her’s since she was very young, Rena never expected to actually rub elbows with Hayley. Since that faithful day however, they’ve gotten very close. Rena sees Hayley as a motherly, or sisterly guidance that she lacked for a very long time. Their relationship is most often Hayley trying to steer Rena in a better direction- even if she only says it in so many words. Rena however, can’t always be trusted to follow the advice that’s being presented to her. Regardless of what option she choices, she realizes that Hayley is always there and ready to soothe her, if the situation should arise.  Rena may be a few years younger, but she cares very deeply for Hayley and is constantly trying to support her just the same. However, she’s finding it isn’t always too well accepted.

“I know you’re lost and drifting, but the clouds are lifting. Don’t give up, you have somewhere to turn. I’ll be your candle on the water, til’ every wave is warm and bright”

K Y L I E JENNER

After hanging around the launch party of Kylie’s Cosmetics, Rena just so happened to be picked out of the crowd by Kylie herself, to have her makeup done. At first she was too nervous to go along with it, but Kylie coaxed her into it. After that, the rest is practically history. They got along incredibly well, and can sometimes be found doing each others makeup, or eating at some fast food joint. However, their emotional connection is almost non-existent, because Rena never opens up to Kylie. This is mistly for fear of being dismissed or disliked. Over time, Rena’s realized Kylie hasn’t exactly ever opened up to her either.

“’Cause somedays I’m drinking coffee with my friends; I’ve got stitches in my sides from all the laughs. Other days I can’t stitch together, the words to say, I’m not any better than I’ve been.”

L U K E HEMMINGS

Luke is kind of like that one mom friend that is always too up in your business, but Rena adores him just the same. He’s been making her laugh form the very beginning. His interest in her life, and hers in his, is one of the main components of why they get along so well. Not to mention, he’s often linking her to the best parts of the internet. Part of their relationship may or may not be based on his bulldog, Petunia. Rena appreciates that Luke can almost never be serious, as she often needs a little sunshine in her life. Not to mention, he’s always got  her back, and a few words of encouragement to spill into her ear. It does concern Rena though, that he often won’t open up to her.

“’Cause I believe we gotta be good for something. I believe that the moment will come. But, if we die and find out it was all for nothing, least we know youth wasn’t wasted on us”

B u s i n e s s Related

Z A C K HANSEN

Rena’s relationship with Zack started out very much as a business deal of sorts. She had met him in passing, shortly after Cherri Bomb ended. Before long he’d taken her under his wing. She’s learned a lot from him about navigating the music industry, so to speak. Overtime however, they’ve also developed quite a strong friendship. In fact, she would appear to be like his little sister to anyone on the outside, looking in. They spend a lot of time teasing each other, and Rena’s favorite past time is playing small, barely noticeable pranks on him.

If you’ve got a lyric that’ll fit these two, send it my way~!

R o m a n t i c

C H R I S S Y COSTANZA

Chrissy was Rena’s first relationship with a woman, as well as her first experience with exploring any attraction she may have felt towards her own sex. However, the relationship consisted mostly of them arguing. Usually, about if Rena would ever come out, or be comfortable with making their relationship public. Soon, their bond crumbled completely. Rena, who can sometimes be unconcerned about the way her actions affect others, made the mistake of sleeping with some else (Mat,) before their relationship had actually ended. Shortly after that occurrence however,, Rena called off the romance and stopped speaking to Chrissy. There isn’t necessarily any bad blood, but the two are on very strange terms. Rena would like to be friends with Chrissy, but feels as if the other woman still isn’t over her, or  what happened between them.

“You’re really sweet and I don’t want to be rude; This is me breaking up with you. I’m young, and I want to try someone new. This is me, breaking up with you”

J E N N A MCDOUGALL

When Rena was just realizing her attraction to the same sex, she found herself a little smitten with Jenna. For awhile she kept it to herself, unsure of what it actually met. If the feeling was just a fluke, she certainty didn’t want to act on it. After all, she’d never really felt it before- or, had never really payed it any attention. After awhile however, she admitted to Jenna her crush. She was quickly shot down. Rena was left a bit hurt and confused, but got her barrings back fairly quickly. She considers herself good friends with Jenna now. However, she has no clue of the girl’s feelings toward their past situation.

“I’m moving on. You can have my past, I’ll never get that back. I’m moving on, ‘cause those days are gone”

This list is subject to alteration at any time! If there’s something you feel should be added to a specific connection, just let me know. Also, feel free to suggest a lyric/change in lyric, if our connection either doesn’t have one, or you feel there may be one that is better suited~