ASPEN SHEPHERD

she is wildfire and she's coming to devour you whole.

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hi darlings!! i am so gosh darn sorry that i’ve been m.i.a - i’ve got a huge final tomorrow so i’m going to be spending a lot of today studying, but i’m going to try and be on a bit throughout today in my spare time. my anxiety is just about eight hundred meters above my head right now so sorry if i'm all over that place. lots going on. love ya’ll 

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TEXT // WORK BUDDY 🍇

REMI: also, would you want to hang out soon, maybe? we only really see each other at work so i figured why not change it up. if we grew to be friends it would make work 10 times better for the both of us, even sullivan

ASPEN: sure, that sounds great. give me a date, time & place & i'll check whats going on!!

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txt 🖤 kevvy

kevvy: 911 whats ur emergency

kevvy: my girlfriend dont love me back

aspen: i basically quoted you. i must be psychic

aspen: girlfriend who????? don't know her

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txt 🖤 kevvy

kevvy: im calling the cops

aspen: "hi, 911. i'm calling for a broken heart??"

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Text @ Asprin

Ash: Uh, excuse me?

Ash: I'm totally reliable, kind and super attractive

Aspen: last i checked i didn't want to have sex w/ you??

Aspen: so alas, you didn't apply to that statement of messy dudes

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txt 🖤 kevvy

kevvy: PLS LOVE ME ASPEN

aspen: sorry i'm busy

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Text @ Asprin

Ash: I fucking knew it.

Ash: Tell me about them, c'mon spill the deets, gurl

Aspen: What is there to spill?

Aspen: Unfortunately attractiveness doesn't directly correlate w/ reliability, kindness, or really any other trait

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txt 🖤 kevvy

kevvy: aspen.. ur my lil vacuum... not bc u suck.. but bc u succ ;) KJSDKJDLS

aspen: i'm going to pretend you never opened your mouth KJSDKJDLS : )))))))))

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txt 🖤 kevvy

kevvy: honestly vacuums are kinda bitchy

kevvy: always loud... smellin weird... suckin up dirt... who asked her lmao

aspen: ok ok i guess i'm find w/out that title

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mickeyslater:

mickey chuckled and shook his head. “but i’m hearin’ the ladies are into the dad bod now, so i’m just sayin’…i’ve got quite the curves. might wanna watch yourself, or i might win ya over with my feminine wiles.” he teased with a big smie. he was always such a doofus, he couldn’t help himself.  “yeah? i’m glad you felt that way then. you can definitely tell whenever a girl dances, whether she’s feelin’ it or not.” he shrugged.  “aspen, right.” he smiled and shook her hand in return. “i’m michael.” he said . “i’d offer to buy ya a drink but i hear that vegan shit is gross.” he said, teasing her about her earlier complaint of customers.

“well you do now how to pitch yourself,” aspen remarked, an amused smile coming to he lips. crossing her arms over her chest she nodded slowly, listening as mickey explained how he interpreted her experience. “i had my days.” at the re-introduction, a strange feeling washed over her. relief? no. uncomfortably? no. appreciation? thats the word she was looking for. for not being defined by previous encounters. “nice to - uh, re-meet you,” she nodded, removing one of her arms from across her body to shake the boys hand. at the mention of ‘vegan shit’ she let out another soft laugh. “yeah, yeah,” aspen rolled her eyes, taking a step back. “well it was nice seeing you again mickey,” the girl dropped the nickname without thinking, one she was used to hearing plenty of times just over a year ago, before giving the boy a quick wave. 

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Text @ OPEN

Ash: Have you ever just looked at someone and thought:

Ash: “wow, if I had really low standards I’d fuck the shit out you”?

Aspen: wow !!! condescending !!!

Aspen: yes.

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txt 🖤 open

kevvy: hey so like

kevvy: did u know that when u clean a vacuum u are actually the vacuum cleaner

aspen: iconic.

aspen: a little upset its taking all the credit??

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closed starter: ft. @flcydk​

“floyd,” aspen mumbled, gently nudging the boy’s leg with her foot. her eyelids fluttered open to the sound of his piercing alarm ringing throughout the trailer. she assumed it was an alarm that was forgotten to be turned off off, as it was a saturday morning and of her knowledge, floyd was not one to get up and at it at that time of day. small streaks of light began to creep through the blinds, leaving the room in a lighting bright enough to see, but dark enough that one could still continue to sleep. the alarm was shrill, and rather cringe-worthy. now this certainly could have been a completely normal sounding alarm with a perfectly reasonable volume, but after the events of the night before ( or maybe just aspen’s current sleepy state ) it seemed to amplify in aspen’s head. the girl pulled the fuzzy blankets that covered her body up and over her head, her fists grasping the edge of the blanket. somehow in her state of fatigue, she convinced herself that two layers of blankets should have easily combated the piercing ring that emit the boy’s clock. the two had had a rather late night. they’d met up to grab something to eat, brought it out to the beach, and ended up going back to floyd’s trailer to watch some movies and drink a bit, before ending the night across from one another in a bundle of blankets on the couch. now, aspen began to wake in a blurry haze. as the alert continued, aspen turned over in her spot on the couch. “floyd,” she whispered once more, reluctantly moving the blankets back off of her face to make sure they didn’t block the sound of her voice. she reached her arm out to lightly poke the boy once more, eyebrows furrowing together in an almost sad response at the idea of having to get up. as he continued to appear unresponsive the brown eyed girl slowly sat up, letting out a small, barely audible yawn. she tip toed up and over to the clock, messing with the buttons for a few moments: accidentally raising the volume, lowering the volume, switching the type of alarm, and then finally turning it off. 5:30 am.

aspen leaned forward, her elbows against the counter and placing her head down into her hands. ugh. she looked up and over to the boy who still laid fast asleep. a small smile curved to her light pink lips. the brunette girl was having an internal debate: the urge to bang some pots and pans - for if she wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep, why should he? or to let the cute boy sleep. she’d let him sleep. he just looked too content to wake. floyd and aspen had a rather interesting relationship. there were a lot of things unspoken, a constant denial that they enjoyed one another’s presence for anything other than humor, accompanied by an endless banter- yet their actions seemed to consistently contradict the things they told one another. 

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moodboard 019: aspen shepherd  

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if you could date one of the noobs who would it be and why?

my top choices would be @augustin-vaduva, @aspenshepherd, and @shilohgold.

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TEXT // WORK BUDDY 🍇

REMI: sounds good to me! if you would want to come and take a look sometime, let me know. i would have to clean up some of my art stuff

ASPEN: haha no worries at all. thanks so much for reaching out

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akiycmas:

the interaction between them made lilly grin, appreciating aspen’s response. she liked the girl’s confidence, and definitely related to the comment about being left more food. if it was socially acceptable, she’d be the kind of person who ate other people’s leftovers. she leaned over the booth, obediently listening to the couple’s conversation and, sure enough, after a quick glance through the menu, a shared look of confusion and a brief exchange of words, the two hurriedly got up and exited the cafe, barely glancing behind them as they did so. lilly had to laugh – tipping her head back and closing her eyes. “oh man, you were totally right. that’s wild. i didn’t think they was gonna do that so obnoxiously. guess you won the bet, an’ i owe you a prize, huh?” 

aspen raised her eyebrows as she watched the girl before her overhear the conversation that she was truly wished played in her favor. this was followed by relief. no doubt, the couple left quickly and without a word. “a prize? for who? oh me?” the brunette girl smiled, taking her hand to flip her hair over her shoulder in a rather exaggerated fashion. her tone of voice quickly changed as she began to speak again, quickly running a hand through her hair. “no, i was just joking - though it seems that i’ve got to put out a sign or something. maybe ‘ food is good. you’d be surprised. ’ ” aspen paused for a moment, her head cocking to the side. “i honestly don’t know if that would help business or make things a hell of a lot worse.”