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hawksought:

DO YOU have a hankering for some skirt-wearing, arrow-flicking, snow-shoveling, country-uniting badassery? DO YOU find yourself thinking gosh! there’s a snowball shaped hole in my life! DO YOU feel forgiving and willing to give a flaking, inconsistent, sometimes inactive and terribly gay trashbag a second chance? Then you’ve come to the right place! LIKE/REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with a rebooted ASHE blog. xoxoxo

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hawksought:

DO YOU have a hankering for some skirt-wearing, arrow-flicking, snow-shoveling, country-uniting badassery? DO YOU find yourself thinking gosh! there’s a snowball shaped hole in my life! DO YOU feel forgiving and willing to give a flaking, inconsistent, sometimes inactive and terribly gay trashbag a second chance? Then you’ve come to the right place! LIKE/REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with a rebooted ASHE blog. xoxoxo

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DO YOU have a hankering for some skirt-wearing, arrow-flicking, snow-shoveling, country-uniting badassery? DO YOU find yourself thinking gosh! there’s a snowball shaped hole in my life! DO YOU feel forgiving and willing to give a flaking, inconsistent, sometimes inactive and terribly gay trashbag a second chance? Then you’ve come to the right place! LIKE/REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with a rebooted ASHE blog. xoxoxo

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LIZZY

“Aye, but not just Ale. I got me a bit o’Whiskey in it too. Down the whole thing, c’mon.. There’s only half a pint left.”

“Ah, okay! I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything!” 

And that she’ll do. Try. And choke. 

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LIZZY

“Uh-huh. You’re a baaaad liar. Drink? Drink. No not that—try this. This’ll toughen you up whether you want it or not.”

“Oh! What is it? More -- ale? More ale.”

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morleyborn:

“Whats with those Doe-Eyes, Blue?”

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“I-- Well! Nothing, nothing.” 

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sanguineascent replied to your post:      “Did you miss me?” 

“Where have you been? The rent is due in three days and no one’s stolen my towel in a while. Things were getting boring.”

“Your towel is bigger than mine, okay? It’s cozy. Especially when it’s just come out of the tumble dryer.” 

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eciled replied to your post:      “Did you miss me?” 

pleased exile smooches

Lay’s over Riven’s lap. 

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willoftheblades replied to your post:      “Did you miss me?” 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reaches her arms up and wraps them around Irelia’s neck. 

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sanguiresse replied to your post:      “Did you miss me?” 

leaps into ashe’s arms

“I’ll take that as a yes?” 

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     “Did you miss me?” 

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                                    child heed my words and pass them on ��                                               and spirits, do not dally                                         or upon the fields of brown and black

                   MEET THE GHOST OF COEUR VALLEY

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shootingsharp:

‘Kay guys, I’ve got a request to ask of you. This isn’t a sob story, no-one’s dying (yet) and I’m not desperate for money to live, and please god don’t donate anything if you’re struggling for money yourself, no matter how good a cause you think this is. Your health absolutely comes first! Anyway, on topic – 

Earlier this year, my gran was diagnosed with lung cancer. She’s got advanced COPD too, so treatment isn’t an option so it’s pretty much just a race between the COPD and the cancer to see which gets her first. She’s been super positive about it all, and in turn she’s made it really easy for me to be positive too. Between her, my mum, my brother and me we’ve been doing everything we can to get through as much of her bucketlist as we can (including her and me getting mATCHING TATTOOS IM SO EXCITED). On that list though, is the Race For Life. 

The Race For Life is a national event over here in Britain, organised by cancer research UK, where folks take part and round up sponsors and really just band together to make as much money for cancer research as possible. So if you’ve got a spare couple quid you don’t really need, or just fancy donating to a good cause, this is the link to my fundraising page. I can’t stress enough though, don’t put yourself short! If you can’t afford to donate, you could share this post. If you don’t fancy doing that either? That’s totes mcscrotes coolio homio. 

So yeah, in short:  I’m doing the Race For Life in June this year to raise money for cancer research UK.  Fancy donating? Head here. Wanna help but can’t afford it? Reblog this post!  Thanks so much just for reading, and thanks in advance to anyone who donates. uvu

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caedispia:

Her eyes glance down to the ring. It fits well on Ashe’s finger, shining silver and blue in all its glory on the hand of the woman she’s been with for… much longer than she’s perceived. It’s not as if Katarina thought that this moment on this exact date on this exact year would be the one she’ll decide to give Ashe a ring. She just did.

(Because she just wanted to. 

Because, it’s Ashe.)

“Well,” Katarina says slowly, slipping her fingers between Ashe’s and raising them between them, “since you’ve decided to stick with me this long, you might as well show them you’re mine.”

She brings Ashe’s hand close to her lips, smiling.

“Right?”

The tears are drying up and Ashe’s smile grows wider. It’s easier to shine with happiness now that the bubbling emotion has simmered down. She watches the way Katarina moves, the way her lips take the shapes of the words, and she can’t help but laugh a little at the imagery she conjures in her mind. 

“Ah. So you’re a dog, peeing on your territory?” 

Not that Ashe minds. Gross as the idea is, she quite likes the idea of flashing her ring finger at anyone who tries it on. She quite likes the idea of Katarina being possessive over her. It makes her feel wanted. 

“Charming.” 

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caedispia:

Katarina looks into her eyes, sees the way her smile lifts like the sunrise on a winter dawn, and then she understands. It’s enough to loosen her lips, relaxing into a slanted smile.

“You’re a real crybaby, you know that?” she mumbles, wiping the last tears from her face with her hand. “It’s just a gift.”

“No it isn’t.” 

It’s not. From Katarina, after this long together, of all the pieces of jewelry she could have been given of all the different body parts to be given for, a ring for her left hand speaks more words than Ashe can muster. 

“...Unless you really only meant it as a gift, in which case this was cruel.” 

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caedispia:

She gladly obliges, but the crease between her brows doesn’t leave her face.

“Is the ring okay?” Katarina asks, as softly as she can.

Katarina watches Ashe cry up a storm, wetting her hand and her own face. God, how bad did she fuck this up?

God, she hasn’t even looked at the ring. It could have been green and yellow and from a bag of Haribo and be worth just as much to her. She pulls away far enough to press her hand to Katarina’s chest and blinks the tears out of the way so she can see it. 

It’s perfect.  

“It’s fine.” She whimpers, sniffing. Get a hold of yourself, Ashe. 

She looks up at Katarina. Her smile is genuine, but it is a little strained. 

“Really, I love it.” 

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"Hey," she cups her face, "hey, whoa, are you crying?" Her eyes widen with concern, hands fretting all over Ashe. Tears weren't supposed to happen, right? If Ashe was happy.

“N-no!” Ashe lies. Whimpers, really, and she turns her face into Katarina’s palm, spilling very clear tears against her skin. She isn’t unhappy, honest, she’s just... 

Overwhelmed. 

“No.” She sniffs, hands clenching in Katarina’s hair and pulling her close again for another, wetter kiss.