#[headcanon: ash williams.]

[peachyfuck18]

I blame @adoredmarigold for this so

[sconfittoleone]

[explorerof-theunknown]

ash's laptop is crusty as fuck. it's 15 years old, it has like 4 layers of dirt on it, the screen has never been cleaned, and the viruses on it are likely to infect you in real life if you aren't too careful. he keeps it plugged in and therefore the battery life is shot, it won't even turn on if you unplug its brick of a charger from the outlet. he has never been on more than 8 or so websites in his life and one of them is a nsfw site that you have to pay for because no one told him you can get it for free.

[girlboylintjrwi]

the prime defenders are ALL trans by the way. transmasc nonbinary dakota cole. transfem agender vyncent virion sol. transfem demigirl ashe winters. trans guy william wisp.

[nineinchclaws]

hear me out. ash being super physically affectionate. cuddles, kisses, sex—all that, yeah. but also tiny things, like playing with the strings or sleeves of your clothes. stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, or your palms with the tips of his fingers, or gently and absentmindedly playing with your fingers. booping your nose and laughing when you scrunch it up. guiding you while walking with his hand on the small of your back. wiping food stains off of your face or getting an eyelash off your cheek. gently massaging your shoulders after a long day. holding you by your waist. tilting your chin up with a finger or two, or gently cupping your jaw with his hand. hugs from behind. slowly running his hands up and down your arms. wiping your tears away. tracing his fingertip along the line of your jaw. helping you put your shoes on, or taking them off. a hand on your thigh while he sits next to you. nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, and letting you do the same.

[bizlybebo]

VIXENNNNNN!!! Before I return to the dishwasher I have a question. What are your PD boys + Ashe headcanons. Appearances? Idiosyncrasies? Anything? Please 🙏

HEHEHEHEHEHE HIIIII IT’S 3:30 AM HERE (4AM BY THE TIME IVE TYPED THIS ALL OUT) BUT AAAAA I CANT NOT ANSWER THISS !!!!

okok here’s some off the top of my head:

-Dakota’s got a lisp + a bit of a hard time speaking overall. However, it also means he places a lot of importance on what people have to say since those willing to listen to him even if he takes a second are ones he wants to hear from the most, if that makes sense

-Ashe is naturally blonde. She’s got the exact same hair color as Mark, but she bleaches it. She also has green eyes like her dad, but she inherited her mother’s complexion and facial features (also her mom was hispanic. trust i’m bizlybebo).

-Vyncent’s not a huge fan of haircuts on Prime (loud environment + the icky thing where all the hairs get caught on your shirt), so for most of season 1, Tide took care of his hair. Without Tide to really take care of it during season 2, it grew out significantly. William and Dakota take turns trying to braid it now.

-Since Fauna’s pretty cloudy (as far as I remember), Vyncent’s not used to a lot of direct sunlight. He goes to the beach once on Prime and gets sooo sunburnt cause he Doesn’t Get the concept of sunscreen entirely.

-Dakota’s the shortest. This one’s literally canon but I personally like to think that PD in order from tallest to shortest is: Vyncent, Ashe, William, then Dakota. Will’s still like a good head or so taller than Dakota

-Vyncent is scared of multiple household appliances. He has beef with ceiling fans and toasters especially.

-William gets the tetris effect but for like solving mysteries. Whenever he’s really sleepy he starts rattling off random criteria or a synopsis of his general surroundings/anything he notices under his breath.

-Ashe, oddly enough, is the member of PD who goes the most all out for Christmas/holiday season. She loves decorating and making cookies and everything, since it’s her first opportunity to do it with friends and family again in a long time.

-It feels like everyone on here is saying this which makes me so happy cause it’s so real but: Southern William. ouugigohiifih it’s so real to me.

and then some rapid fire ones:

-William has ehlers-danlos. trust

-Dakota Cole freckles. you agree

-Scenemo Ashe and emo William. You agree

-Dakota is terrified of spiders (scooby doo jumps into Ashe’s arms), Ashe is the kind of person to take the spider outside, William just kinda freezes and decides it’s the spiders house now, and Vyncent probably fucking eats spiders

-William does specific makeup to make himself look more alive/masculine (tboy William real. trust)

-William and Ashe are both the kind of person to have one (1) hoodie they constantly wear and basically nothing else.

-Ashe makes kandi and made PD matching bracelets during s1 (smiles. don’t think about Dakota accidentally breaking it during s2 and how bad he’d feel)

-Vyncent collects jewelry (elf brain likes shiny shit or something) but doesn’t wear it often. He just. Keeps it on him and pulls it out to look at it sometimes all proud of it

-Dakota “accidentally” leaves his flannels in Ashe’s dorm all the time when he visits her so he has an excuse to come back. Ashe gives him one back and suddenly two more appear

-Williams actually very beautiful/handsome he literally just gets no bitches because he’s Like That.

[fortnite-headcanons]

doomguy and ash Williams are best friends

Fortnite Headcanon #979

[dumbasshomo]

prime defenders angst (?)

this is probs gonna be a long post i apologise:

family doesn't end with blood and it don't start there either.

after his surgery dakota lost everything he knew and loved, his parents lives stolen from him years ago and now his aunty. he was entirely alone and what he always fought for, lived for and cried for were snatched away from him, from the moment he reopened his eyes he might have gained new life but his past hadn't. he felt entirely alone, that racing heart having nothing to beat for, until some scrawny pale kid and some weirdo to couldn't use a phone walked in.

william was dead, not fully but what made him feel truly connected to the world was. even surrounded by suburban homes and that comforting forest, he had felt as if the part of him that made him truly alive had died. his family's world was no longer his, feeling like a stranger in his own home. the whisps seemed more and more tempting every day until he met two people who finally made him feel alive again

vyncent had entered this world alone and confused; the voices he leant on for support seemed too large for these streets. His home was destroyed, in ruins, and here he was, walking streets amongst a chaos of people who could never understand. he, for the first time, felt absolutely powerless, his presence too abnormal to fit into this world. until he was brought towards others, who also seemed as lost and confused by this new world of power

ashe was locked away, despite what his father told him. his mothers soul seemed enterally attached to him and this was his penance, his world had been shrunk to that of a snow globe, seeing the world twirl and change whilst he was trapped, unable to do more than stare as his world had frozen after that day. all that was left for him was a father, who too was consumed by grief, who took out his pain on the world outside of his snow globe. until three teenage boys smashed that globe, willing to hold the hand that stole his mother from him without fear

[cassieuncaged]

would love to see some headcannons for ash williams 🫶

Sure, nonny! Here’s a bunch of miscellaneous hc’s.

TW: mention of drinking alcohol and smoking weed, swearing, etc.

In spite of playing like a suave ladies man, he’s far more clumsy and awkward in actuality. But he’ll trip over himself and play it off like he meant to do that. Maybe he did. But he probably didn't.

Isn't much of a 'gift giver'. As in, he's not good at it. Not only will he probably not remember your birthday, you'll probably be commemorating the day with a bag of S-Mart brand cheese puffs and an energy drink if he does remember.

Honestly, is a sweet teddybear of a man under a thick layer of sleaze. Which is mostly to keep others at a safe distance. Being 'the chosen one' means losing a lot of people you care about. He'd rather you don't become another stastic.

Is 420 friendly and can make a bong out of practically anything.

Enjoys shotgunning grass out of the boomstick. Also regular shotgunning because it's a perfect excuse to swap spit and kiss.

Isn't a classical romantic. Date night is typically going to a cheap dive where there's a pool table. Which he will try (and fail) to impress you with trick shots.

Loves the simple things in life like beer and cheeseburgers.

Is also a sucker for some good conversation. Likes getting to know someone past surface level. But he also loves hearing his own voice as well.

Is a sucker for some classic rock music. And a jukebox in a crummy bar. Yes, you'll have to dance with him. But you'll probably want to anyways.

Expect convenience store bouquets in plastic wrappers. He thinks that's the creme de la creme of going on a fancy date.

Will try to get fresh in the Delta. What? It worked on all his other dates.

Surprisingly affectionate. Loves giving you hugs, especially from behind as a surprise.

Is the type to convince you to take a day off from work and stay in bed with him.

Loves reptiles and honestly acts like they're just as lovable as mammalian pets (spoiler alert: they are)

Will just casually walk around with Eli the bearded dragon on his shoulder before carefully depositing him back into his terrarium.

Is a sucker for a good old fashioned movie night at a drive in.

[alttheloco]

Them when they defend Prime

((Closeups/individual shots under cut))

[peachyfuck18]

Horror icons + girly media

Did I slay

Edit:

[sconfittoleone]

save me ashbert. ashbert. ashbert save me.

[alienguts]

Sensory Overload (Ash Williams x GN!Reader HCs)

Warnings: mentions of overstimulation, anxiety, sensory overload

Request?: No

A/N: this post was brought to you by the sound of a customer at work typing as if a modern keyboard is a typewriter with sticky keys after i freaked out over dialling a wrong number

Ash doesn't exactly know what it means to go into 'sensory overload', but he does know what it's like to feel all the feelings at once.

The first time it happened, he didn't really know what to do and his protective instincts only really kicked in if you started crying.

Our dear sweet Ashley is a bit of a meathead so his first thought is to get you to do what he would do, which is nothing.

"C'mon, baby, it's not that loud in here." but it really is that loud.

Once you start to shake and he can clearly see that you're upset, he'll take your hand and try to get you both out of there.

He won't really look where he's going, he'll just go wherever the quiet is, whether that's outside or a quiet room somewhere.

He lets you get your feeling out the way that you need to.

If you need to cry, he’ll let you cry on him as much as you need.

If you're angry or annoyed, he'll listen to what you have to say; he may not entirely understand but he's there to support you.

When you get overwhelmed at home, his first instinct is to put you to bed.

No it does not matter if you're tired or not, you're going to bed.

He'll pick you up from wherever you're sitting or standing, carry you off to bed and wrap you up in the blankets fully clothed until you look like a human burrito.

If you need complete silence to feel better, he won't say anything and will just let you listen to his heartbeat.

If you don't mind a little sound, he'll talk to you about anything and not expect you to answer.

Even if it's a boring story about his shift at S-Mart, it's just comforting to listen to the sound of his voice.

Ash doesn't mind if you fall asleep on him, being overloaded is exhausting and he thinks it's a little cute (but he won't tell you that).

[nineinchclaws]

🦇⠀ash williams & nsfw headcanons

fandom⠀evil dead

characters⠀ash williams (army of darkness)

warning(s)⠀sexually explicit content

tags⠀dom!ash, sub!reader, established relationship, gender neutral reader, female reader, male reader

note(s)⠀this ended up being.. so much longer than i anticipated. i did plan to include sub!ash hc's as well but because this is so long i think i'll make a separate post for that. same goes for giving and receiving oral, there will be separate posts for those, too!

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*⠀it's no surprise that ash is possibly one of the horniest people on earth.

*⠀it really doesn't take a lot to get him in the mood; just a kiss on his jaw or a look at him through your eyelashes and he's already semi-hard.

*⠀he will do anything, anywhere: against a wall or door frame; over the counter, desk, or table; in the bathtub; on the couch, the floor, and, of course, the bed.

*⠀calls you every pet name under the sun: honey, baby, babe, sweetie, sweetheart, buttercup, doll/babydoll, sugar - he never runs out of things to call you.

*⠀teases you to no end. he'll touch around your genitals but never directly on them. and if he does, it's light touches or kisses that never last more than a few seconds. he teases to the point where he has you begging, and he doesn't even stop there. he'll give you what you want, but there'll be multiple points where he'll slow his movements or stop entirely, all with a smug grin. he just loves to make you squirm.

*⠀he wants to hear you loud and clear when you beg. he won't give you what you want if he isn't completely satisfied with your begging:

*⠀"use your words, doll. i know you can do it." "what was that? speak up, y/n, i can't hear you." "louder for me, baby."

*⠀he loves boobs. enough said.

*⠀but really, the first time you two have sex together and he takes your shirt off, he stares for a good 10 seconds, practically drooling over the sight before him until you have to pull him out of his trance. and even then, it takes him a little longer to fully snap back to reality and he still can't help but sneak glances of your chest.

*⠀that being said, he has trouble prying his hands and mouth from them. he'll have one hand kneading and massaging one breast while his mouth is on the other, biting and sucking and licking and doing whatever he can to your chest.

*⠀loves nipple piercings, too. if you have them, and they've made you more sensitive, he'll give your chest extra attention.

*⠀he's also a big fan of thighs. any size and shape, he'll be squeezing and massaging, kissing and biting them. if you wear thigh highs or stockings around him, he will not be able to keep his eyes or his hands off of them.

*⠀he's secretly a little insecure about his metal hand, and he won't let onto it until further on in your relationship, either until you catch on or he bashfully admits it himself, attempting to keep it vague. he continues to use it most of the time, and other times, he'll take it off and set it aside. he grows a little more confident about it if you give him some reassurance.

*⠀equally into praise as he is into degradation. and of course, he mixes the two:

*⠀"what a pretty slut you are." "such a good whore, just for me." "you look so beautiful when you take my cock, baby."

*⠀"good girl/boy." "atta girl/boy."

*⠀definitely has a praise kink himself - he literally called himself "the king" at the end of army of darkness, and it's obvious his ego is a bit inflated.

*⠀he'll say things like, "tell me how good i'm making you feel." and "that's right, let me hear those pretty sounds you're making for me, baby." both because he wants some praise himself and because he just loves hearing the noises you make.

*⠀tell him he's doing a good job and it could make him cum on the spot.

*⠀takes pride in knowing how good you feel and that it's him making you feel good:

*⠀"no one else could fuck you like this, could they, honey? no one else can make you feel this good."

*⠀this also includes him marking you and taking pride in all the little bites, hickeys, and marks he leaves on your body. and he'll leave them everywhere.

*⠀loves to fluster you and leave you with your whole face burning and being unable to look him in the eyes.

*⠀incredibly into dirty talk. he will talk a lot, always commenting on how he feels or how hot you are, asking if you like what he's doing and praising you for how well you're doing, as well as degrading you for how much you're enjoying it.

*⠀this man is STRONG. expect him to use that to his advantage.

*⠀he's able to hold/pin you to any surface and pick you up with ease.

*⠀especially likes to hold your wrists with one hand while he rubs/strokes your clit/cock with the other, all while he thrusts into you. either holding your wrists above your head, in front of you, or behind your back. he loves how vulnerable it makes you.

*⠀he loves getting to cum inside you, holding you close as if you might vanish in his arms as he finishes, then watching it drip out of you when he pulls out.

*⠀he equally loves cumming on your body. his favourite parts of your body to finish on are, to no surprise, your chest and thighs, as well as your stomach. the sight of it is enough to get him hard again.

*⠀usually goes for 2 rounds at least, but if he's had a particularly hard day either dealing with deadites - or worse: rude s-mart customers -, he'll be too exhausted to go for more than one round and will collapse in bed to rest for a minute or two before doing aftercare.

*⠀isn't the biggest fan of sex toys. however, he wouldn't turn down the opportunity to watch you masturbate with one as foreplay. though, he wouldn't be able to help himself for very long and would take over within minutes, and, depending on how he feels, might continue to use the toy on you.

*⠀especially not fond of dildos, because when you have him, why would you ever need one of those?

*⠀he's not against them and of course, he lets you do what you want, he just doesn't fully get it.

*⠀he's quite partial to vibrators though, because that's one thing he can't do. he likes to hold them on your clit/dick while he's fucking into you himself.

*⠀he likes to have the vibrator on the first or second lowest setting while he's slowly gliding the tip of it around your body, circling your chest, tracing your ribs, drawing patterns and shapes on your stomach, edging along your bikini line and dragging it along your thighs, slowly inching inwards before he gives you what he knows you're desperate for.

*⠀kisses and traces his fingers along your stretch marks, scars, and freckles, muttering about how beautiful and sexy you are and how he just can't wait to feel you around his cock.

*⠀his favourite positions are missionary, doggystyle, and pronebone.

*⠀during missionary, his eyes will be flickering between your chest and your face, watching as your breasts bounce and gauging your reaction to every stroke of his cock.

*⠀in doggy, he'll have his hands in two of four places: stroking along your back, gripping your hip, squeezing your ass, or holding a fistful of your hair.

*⠀and in pronebone, he'll keep his front against your back while he kisses, licks, and bites your ear and shoulder, whispering dirty things in your ear as he makes love to you.

*⠀loves to hold onto your waist and hips while he thrusts into you. can either have a very gentle or a very tight grip.

*⠀loves to smack your ass. all the time. he is relentless with it.

*⠀shows you off every chance he gets and teases you everywhere. if you work at s-mart with him, he'll pinch your ass as he walks past and try to steal kisses if the place isn't too busy. during breaks, he'll talk with your coworkers with his hand on your waist or hip, giving you firm squeezes now and again.

*⠀ash loves going down on you. he's more experienced with eating pussy than he is with sucking dick, but he won't back down from either.

*⠀a big fan of fingering. his fingers are long AND strong so expect to cum on them a good few times.

*⠀when he's done fingering you he might get you to suck his fingers...... maybe..

*⠀this is also good for when he gives handjobs. he is good at it and he'll never pass up the opportunity to watch you squirm while he's stroking your cock.

*⠀tells you to look at him while he's pleasuring you. he really likes to tease you by having you look at him, otherwise he'll stop if you take your eyes off of him.

*⠀obviously he's a little bit of a dork at times and sex isn't always completely serious, so he'll crack a few jokes and make a playful comment once or twice.

*⠀he is into light bondage and owns a pair of body-safe handcuffs. he loves getting to see you so helpless and at his mercy.

*⠀he jumps at the chance to join you in the bath or shower, and it doesn't take very long for you two to forget about getting clean in there.

[sourgrenadine]

ash williams’ favorite ice cream flavor is superman ice cream i will not take any criticism unless youre arguing that its blue moon

[bowieandqueen11]

Ash Williams With An Injured S/O Would Include...

Request: Old Ash Williams headcanons where his s/o gets hurt please? Thank you!

Of course my lovely, hopefully these are okay! <3

Warning: mentions of injuries, guns, blood, trauma, and some swearing!

(I do not own the Evil Dead or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @theghostbeaters.)

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Ashley J. Williams knew something was wrong straight away.

It wasn’t due to the unnatural stillness of the cabin he had so long ago grew to detest and yet think of as the only real home he has yet. Nor was it due to the cold mist that seemed to wrap around his legs when he pushed open the bedroom door his sister had once sat in so many years ago, peering in uncertainly with the butt of his gun. Neither was it the cracked surfaces that seemed to smile wretchedly back at him with grinning shards, the grimy pools of muck on the floor that seemed to flicker with strange wisps of figures behind Ashley’s head as he walked forwards tentatively. No, it was the fact that his heart had suddenly turned heavy. Not in a ‘I have to deal with this pile or horse shit again and I’m sick of being the world’s saviour’ kind of way - that was more of a hole revving its way through the pit of his stomach kind of feeling. This was something more. Something far worse. It was as something had finally latched on and tethered itself to his heart, and now it was being tugged.

It was the most pain he had ever been in; it was a love finally come to level him, and Ash wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive it if it tried to steal away his heart too.

Sadly, he wasn’t too surprised to see you run past the outline of the doorway, giggling as you went scurrying down the vacuous hall. Your sing-songy voice followed, each gargled word enunciated sending another shooting pain through his chest. ‘Another one bites the dust, Ashy Slashy. Another lover goooone.’ As he followed your sick, twisted laughter with pounding boots over the floorboards, I swear, you’ve never seen a fury like it.

When he finally reaches the main room again and spots you splayed out on the floor, a Deadite leering over you, let’s just put it bluntly. Ash Williams freaks the fuck out. The blood pooling out and seeping down the cracks in the floor: the ashen, sunken eyes of the demon slipping across it to taunt you, the gasp of annoyance that escapes you as you desperately try to hold your hand over the gushing wound at your side?? Ash just becomes twenty five again.

Not gonna lie, at first he panics. For about ten seconds, which seem to stretch out for an eternity, he feels himself hyperventilating as he moves backwards to hit the wall. As soon as his back touches timber, his face drops morosely as he becomes that scared, gangly young man just trying to enjoy a few days away with his friends. With each new gargle from the Deadite, he can feel the weight of that axe in his hand grow heavier and heavier, until he’s moving to drop it and realising there’s nothing there. 

He can hear it - he can hear it - that laugh. His sister. The basement. That damn laugh. You’re busy trying to sit up now, sliding backwards across the room and towards the trap door. As you sit there, reaching side ways for a piece of glass from the shattered mirror that used to rest over the fireplace, the manic emptiness in your eyes just reminds him of Linda. 

He can’t do this again. He cannot do this again. His fingers spread out against the walls, and he chokes out another breath. He’s trembling. He can’t.

It takes a moment for him to come back round to himself, and a further one for ‘Saviour Ash’ to kick start again. And then he begins to see red cloud his vision. It’s not even like the first time round - when he was scared and alone, but deep down didn’t really care if he lived or died. He just wanted it to end, for the nightmarish hell he’d found himself entrapped within to be over. But with you here now, oh god, with you, he was going to burn down this cabin down splintered timber piece by piece if it meant even dreaming of the chance to keep you alive.

All you can hear is the ringing boom of gun shots, a few rancid screams, and the rev of an overheating chainsaw as you try to fight against unconsciousness. Warm blood splashes over your legs as you try to clamber up the side of the wall, pretending not to notice that the hatch underneath your feet is starting to crash and shake and groan against the weight of the chained lock.

It all becomes a blur from there on. You manage to smash your foot down, with some conceivable effort, onto the elongated neck of whatever new party trick was trying to crawl out from the cellar steps. You can hear Ash yelling in anger, making out through the flutter of your eyelids the way the paintings are flying up dust as they spin across the walls, laughing at Ash’s failure once again. 

Before you collapse, you feel the strong arms of Ash quickly grab onto your shoulders and gently slow your fall, pulling you up towards his heaving chest. Because his joints are so sore, and his shoulders a bit our of whack after all the years of killing Deadites mixed with lifting heavy boxes at S-Mart, it takes a little longer than he’d like to strap you up in his arms and carry you out. But by gosh, does some version of his younger self come bursting out in a hot fury, not allowing himself to make the same mistakes - that caring, scared, protective, brave, young soul comes bursting through the façade as he cradles you in his arms and lifts you up until you’re resting bridle style against his pecs. The determination, yet the pure terror lines his face as he manages to kick the front door nearly straight off its hinges, making sure not to slip as he jogs down the porch steps.

If you had been more lucid, you would have tried to crack a joke about how he was your ‘strapping knight in shining armour coming to the rescue.’ But his breathing was that harsh, and his brow that wrinkled with both old and new stress lines, that you just let him hold you that little bit tighter as he ran towards the Delta. It wasn’t the right time. He wasn’t the right Ash for it.

With some final burst of strength, Ash manages to bundle you into the passenger side of the car, seemingly all jokey jokey and cool and collected as he lifts your feet and tucks them up past the door handle. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t give less of a shit about whether the Delta would be stained. He was too busy trying to keep busy, running around to the other side and stretching past the steering wheel to lift up the edge of your shirt and pretend he knows what he was doing when he pokes at your wound.

I mean, a small part of him does: the man did saw off his own hand before and managed to survive it. The problem is, his hand is shaking too much, and even you can see through the veil of tiredness that seems to be settling over your head that despite his lips moving to say that you’re ‘looking just fine stretched over the seat like that’, he can’t meet your eye dead on. He keeps flicking to the tree line, or down to his hand, or guilty over the blood that’s beginning to stain his fingertips. 

Even worse, you can hear the crack in his voice when he tells you that using his bandages will cost you ten dollars extra.

He apologies genuinely when he sticks some gauze against the wound to try and stem the bleeding as best he can. He’s been through this before, and knows the agonising pain it brings, and it’s killing him that he’s managed to rope the best thing he’s ever had in his life back into the same circle of suffering. He knew better. He knew better. And here you both were, and it was all his fault. Just because he was Ashley Williams. And it just all broke his heart. That he was too broken, too stupid, too him to ever give you the life he had dreamt off back in his bedroom all those years ago, when life still felt worth living.

The last thing you feel before he grabs his jacket from the back seat and tries his best to settle it around your shoulders is the feel of his lips brush hesitantly against yours. It wasn’t the act itself that was unusual, but it was the way his bottom lip shook, and how fragile - how inexperienced they felt. You swore that if you couldn’t hear his foot hit the pedal to rev the engine, and the sound of him still talking shit as he reversed out back into the woodland, you would have seen him. You would have opened your eyes, blinked through the halo of warm light, and made out the blurry outline of a recently shaved, whiskey mop of brown hair, angelic looking smile of one young Ashley J. Williams.

And it just broke your heart too.