#ashley fox

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Ashley Fox { fervent, melancholic, reborn } 

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pole dancing is genuinely the coolest thing I’ve ever seen! Like it can look so graceful and floaty but also really fluid and energetic like? it looks so cool and they must be so strong to hold themselves up without making it look like they’re trying and it looks so much fun... I wonder if I’d be able to find any lessons when quarantine is over

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at the forrest hills house with @ashleyfox

"Hello? Ash?” Helena poked her head through the unlocked door of the large house, figuring that the male wouldn’t mind the unexpected arrival considering how often he’d stop at her apartment as of late. He’d left some clothing items back in her bedroom which had somehow made their way into the wash — so, after folding for what felt like hours and was actually more like fifteen minutes, Helena figured it would just be easier to swing by Forrest Hills to drop them off. It had been a couple of months since she’d been there, the two of them mostly spending their time together at her place for whatever reason, so as she began to wander the halls with the canvas bag of clothes in hand she quickly found herself a bit lost. 

Her head poked into one of the rooms that resembled one of a teenaged girl — she didn’t think anything of it considering he’d revealed that he had a daughter over the holidays. What did catch her eye, however, were that the lights were still on and there were some items scattered about that looked like they’d just recently been touched Weird, she thought, exiting the bedroom and moving over to the bathroom next door — which, was when her breath caught. Makeup, not belonging to her, strewn along the bathroom counter. A hairbrush, one with long dark hair, as well as some other products catered to women. Older women. Her mind began to race, fingers tightening around the strap of the bag as she quickly made her way back into the hallway — which was when she came face to face with Ashley.

“What the fuck?” the words spat out of her mouth before she could stop them, blood boiling as an all-too-familiar feeling bubbled up inside of her. “I thought you fucking lived alone, Ashley.”

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There are horrible people on the internet defending even more horrible people out there. (x)

As a sum up:

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2017 PSO Northeast Pole Silver Medalist, Ashley Fox [x]

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Instructor Ashley Fox - Love, Peace and Pole

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Christmas Morning

It was Christmas morning, and Ashley Fox knew exactly how she wanted to celebrate before her brother woke up. The sun was cresting over the ocean, casting the water in cotton candy shades, and the sand was still cool under her bare feet.  It would warm up later, and the ocean would be more welcoming for swimmers and surfers, but the beaches got crowded once the sun was really up.

She dug her toes into the sand and continued to wax her new surfboard.  Since she’d essentially picked her own gift again this year, she didn’t feel bad about putting it to use before her dad had a chance to pretend to give it to her.  Assuming he remembered to show up for Christmas morning or whatever.  The smell of the wax was familiar, probably the way other kids found peppermint and turkey a familiar Christmas scent, and she almost felt bad about missing out on core memories before remembering that other kids didn’t get to catch waves as the sun rose on Christmas morning.  So she was lucky, and they actually had sucky lives.  Not the other way around.

A wave crested, catching the rising sun and glowing coral and gold before crashing back into the dark water below the swell, and Ashley knew it was time.  The board was ready.  She hefted the board under her arm, a tiny child struggling under the weight of her board, but the water made it lighter, and she was soon paddling away from the beach.

She drifted over the first few swells, riding her board and enjoying the way the sun made everything sparkle.  Her own Christmas lights.  And then there was a wave that was just for her, and she turned her board and assumed the pick-up position.  Riding the wave was better than Christmas cookies or matching family pajamas or drinking cocoa while Brandon opened his gifts and someone took a million pictures of them that all had a blurry thumb hovering in the corner.

But then the wave crashed before she was ready, the force of the water shoving her down and down and down until there was no cotton candy light but just darkness and her lungs felt like they were going to explode.  Every direction was down and she was alone in the ocean on Christmas morning.  Someone should be there to rescue her.  Someone should be there to notice.  Someone should miss her.

Her board shot past her to the surface, dragging her up with it, and Ashley broke into the warming air with a ragged sob.  It would be a while before she could trust her board again, before the ocean called her back for another chance.  Those weren’t permanent lessons learned on Christmas morning.

The lesson was that she was always going to have to save herself.