#ryder-ashtonf

[mementomorri]

💋

 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse.

give him a hand to hold.

there will be days when he needs one but won’t ask. there will be days when he does--and he needs it all the more. 

he’s stubborn and selfless to a fault. you won’t win any arguments with him, which just means you should go around him and do it anyway. 

there’s so much kindness and light inside of him but never take it for-grated. it does not always come easy. 

[tammy-vanderbilt]

📨!

📨 for a text my muse would send to yours.

ashbrador retriever | online

tammy: you’re latetammy: i’m boredtammy: sooo,,,,,tammy: i might’ve rented love, actually from that crappy dvd rental placetammy: you have five minutes or i’m starting without you

[cioras]

👊

The thing with Secret Service agents, if the films were to be believed, was that they had a tendency to go rogue. A person so devoted to their country they were willing to forgo family, friends, even their life for it could quickly turn into a person willing to defy their superiors in defence of what they believed to be their country’s soul. Nikolai wasn’t exactly sure why Ashton Ryder had been arrested, or even why he’d been the one contacted, but the curt explanation of insubordination meant it was probably for a very noble, very stupid cause.

Honestly, he’d been intending to let it lie, not wanting to get any more tangled up with US Intelligence than he absolutely had to. But -- Ashton had grown on him, somehow. He was useful, yes, but he was also getting dangerously close to being someone Nikolai would consider a friend.

Aside from all that, it was always good to have someone in your debt. So arrangements had been made, a ‘window cleaning’ van loitering outside the jail, a little something slipped in to Ashton through a friendly guard. All that was left was one phone call. 

Somehow, it rung through; if this worked, Nikolai was never going to let Ash live down the amount of wheedling he’d had to do to convince the police. “Mr. Ryder.” He was grinning even though the other wasn’t there to see it, back into the familiar groove of work. “At 2pm today, your prison is going to suffer a power cut. Hopefully you can make use of your new toys--” A set of lockpicks and a small handgun “And get out. Oh, and if you say one word about this being what you deserve, I will personally come and drag you out of there. Good luck.”

[infamousxmarlowe]

🔪

🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours.

❝ ryder was a pain in my ass for who knows how many years–truly, i really don’t know. i’m starting to think he was around a lot longer than i realized. he was a bleeding heart moron who lacked the spine to stand up to anyone, and in the end that’s probably what got him killed!!  

    –well, either that or the several explosive devices i hid in his car. who’s to say, really. the point is he’s dead and i’m not so once again, i win! ❞ 

     they grinned cheekily, though the expression turned sour the moment they realized ashton had never gotten around to paying the damages on their Lamborghini after they’d ran him over with it. twice.

                    ❝ ryder… don’t think i won’t dig you up and sell your parts.  ❞