#ash2

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

My ring for you <333

HHHHH IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL THANK 🥺♥️

shall we start the official whatchamacallit now <3

[nativehippielovesbooksblog]

I'm very stoked Broken Knight is next! I can't even contain myself!🤪 I hope you guys enjoy this edit. It's super simple, but it's by far one of my personal favorites. 🖤🧡 #Ash2 #BrokenKnight #allsaintshigh https://www.instagram.com/p/BylNByEplTC/?igshid=2yq88augtoct

[mikechang]

the iphone text meme for ash2

The name of your muse in my phone: evil twin (ashley) 😍A picture that my muse has of you in contacts:

The ringtone for your muse: the pre-chorus/chorus for “7 Minutes in Heaven (Ativan Halen)” by fall out boy (”i keep telling myself – i keep telling myself – i’m not the desperate type, but you got me looking through the blinds. sitting out dances on the wall, trying to forget anything that isn’t you. i’m not going home alone ‘cause i don’t too well on my own.”)My muse’s last text to your muse:[ sent 11:47pm ] : hey, you up?[ sent 1:23am ] : wait, probably out with him[ sent 1:25am ] : come over after.

[vagnia]

1ghoul1 not much just chillin jsut making a salad wbu wbu wbu

[vagnia]

1ghoul1 ;)

[vagnia]

1ghoul1 heyyyyy

[vagnia]

ghoulpolice replied to your post: anonymous said:augustAugust:crush...

goku

U caught me.:/

[ashleen-cassidy]

Looming [ash2]

A wild night awaited Ashleen. Glitz, booze, dancing, banquets… This was the life she had fought her Games for. She had survived. She had literally killed for this luxury. And she was going to enjoy it. A flowing teal gown fell around her frame, and her hair bounced in light curls. Her face was exquisitely made, and she had gained a solid five inches of height from her shoes. She was going to need the lift, too, because her final and favorite part was yet to come.

Asher J. Hawthorne.

Ashleen still couldn’t quite wrap her head around the idea that he had actually asked her out. She was giddy, bouncing around her apartment as she prepared for her date. Date. A date with Asher Hawthorne. Was it too soon to call it a date? Improper? Probably. Most likely. But the woman couldn’t help it if she was still alive! And excited! It had been some time since such a good-looking man had paid any sort of attention to her.

And more than that, though, was the connection. She couldn’t deny it – she had felt something upon their first meeting. After many nights thinking about it, she still couldn’t quite pinpoint the emotion. But there was just… she hesitated calling it a spark. It wasn’t a spark. But it was a breathlessness that would hit her when he touched her. When his smile cracked, hers did too. The flicking of his eyes mirrored the fluttering of her heart. There was something. She didn’t know – or didn’t want to know – what it was, but it was there.

These were the interesting parties as a Sponsor. With the recent death of District Three’s Z Cartwright, bets were high. The Finals were looming, though Ashleen didn’t know when they would be officially declared. Sometimes it was the Top Six, sometimes Four, other times Eight. But everyone was antsy, so it would be soon. Finals betting was the craziest part of the Games, and people would want her money.

With a final primp in the mirror, Ashleen made her way towards the door. A quick glance at a watch she kept in her purse (because fashion forbade her wear it) put her at a few minutes past eight. If Asher knew what he was doing, he wouldn’t be there at eight, the scheduled time. Of course not. He was a man of fashion.

It was going to be a good night.