These are all the costumes for the BTS Halloween Gacha; I wish they had done more characters.

Recovery.

The ensuing hours passed by, each one greeted with Ashley's silence. Shock, a doctor said. She was just in shock. Jagged breaths passed her crestfallen features. The once-sharp pain in her leg seemed to fade away, as her surroundings gradually changed. Was this the afterlife? No... she could feel the movement of her carriage. Eventually, Ashley came back to life. Back into the world she wanted to flee. Bloodshot eyes scanned the room, confirming to her mind that what happened had nearly went through. What next? Possible therapy. Medication. Further drowning of the one called Miss Graham.

"... I... I deserve it...." she muttered to herself, a lone tear leaving her eye.

A Few Minutes Later. || (Open)

On the ground. Normally, she wouldn't mind being on it. However, there was a reason Ashley Graham- of all people- found herself on said ground. And, much like her current look, it wasn't pretty.

It had been a few minutes before she took the plunge. Weeks of silence, months of loneliness... and not a single person ever cared. All thanks to how she was. And then, from the roof, she jumped. Her intent was to watch her life flash before her eyes, see all the fuck-ups she caused. And then? Let the images fade away, let the brain die out. Stare blankly into the sky as her life slips out of existence.

If only she could, she would.

As reality came back to her, Ashley realized that- much like her post-Spain life- she screwed up in ending herself. Instead of the cold, she felt sharp pains in her leg. Broken in two, it was.

One sharp inhale later, and she let out an agonizing scream.

-Honk honk, possible depressed Ashley stage in a few. Might include a trigger and slippery slope-age.-

one big room full of bad bitches…

"Oh can it, you freak."

"Attention, everyone! Attention! I SAID ATTENTION. EVERYONE. THAT MEANS YOU FUCKERS. Ahem… I’m back!"

hunnigan replied to your post: hunnigan replied to your post: hunnigan replied...

"Dear, I’ve seen a lot of action and participated in it. When’s the last time you got laid?" /turned that around woah

"Uh... in Spain with Leon?"

-Watch as they drag everyone in-

hunnigan replied to your post: hunnigan replied to your post: “Attention,...

"Im not a forgotten cause unlike you, brat ."

"Tch. At least I've seen action. Unlike you, pencil-pusher."

hunnigan replied to your post: "Attention, everyone! Attention! I SAID ATTENTION....

"Nobody cares, Graham."

"Does anyone care about you? Ah, no, four-eyes."

trying to make a situation better and accidentally making it a worse

soldier-of-thanatos replied to your post: "Attention, everyone! Attention! I SAID ATTENTION....

"Dammit."

"That better be a good 'dammit', dammit."

"Attention, everyone! Attention! I SAID ATTENTION. EVERYONE. THAT MEANS YOU FUCKERS. Ahem... I'm back!"

People should send me sexcanons they think would suit my muse.

Ashley Graham's (ALLEGED I GUESS) Archetype (x)

// yo happy birthday man go out and get smashed and enjoy yourself.

-Thanks and all but I just plan on getting a light buzz today.

This weekend's when I might get wasted so yeah.-

*insert silly demands about birthdays and all that jazz*

1 - 2 - 3 - 4, I declare a fic war!

What: Tumblr Fic War

Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.

When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!

Why: FEELINGS

What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine.  Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!