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Arthur Gordon. 28. Mortician. 

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yolandepaquet‌:

“No actually she did,” she insisted, eyes widening for emphasis, “But Bryan said it was rigor mortis or something. Still funny.” Yo pretty much had a hotline with the Nolensville funeral home for sharing all those weird stories. Most of hers were about Hankerton, but Arthur was also quite the legend over there, for entirely different reasons. “That works,” she said, getting up to search for a suitable splint for the purpose. This probably wasn’t a two people job at all and Arthur was definitely the miracle worker in this case, but she’d convinced Ted that it was too much for one person, so she had to make herself a little useful. “I have a little present for you, by the way. I can’t wait until your birthday.“

Arthur worked, entirely absorbed in what he was doing. Some people found a calling working in the church, some publishing stories, and Arthur; well, Arthur found his fixing up dead people. He had a knack for it, and he enjoyed it, too. They rarely ever talked back. It was the customer end of the business he could do without, but occasionally he’d had to deal with that too when everybody else was out. “A present?” He looked up ever so briefly, before returning to his work realigning the man’s cheek. Hankerton could really do a number on these corpses when he was drunk, a reason why they attempted to keep everything out of his reach at all times. “Y’really shouldn’ have, Yolande,” he added. Mainly because he didn’t have any presents for Yolande, and he felt wrong to receive one. Especially if it wasn’t even his birthday or anywhere near it. 

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ofeastbrooks‌:

“Oh— we definitely need a bookstore in Beaumont! I probably would never be able to leave if we did have one though..” Meredith spoke softly, laughing a little to herself. “But yeah, Phantom is quite a story, honestly one of my favorite’s truly. I think that all typically seen as villains in stories all have some kind of background where they didn’t get the love that they deserved and turned them in to that. I mean— look at Maleficent from Disney. She turned out that way.” She went on again, shrugging her shoulders.

“ ‘Ah like the library, s’a good place, but ‘ah’m almost runnin’ out of books to read,” Arthur said with a small smile. After having lived here for almost 12 years, he was starting to run out of books he could check out, constantly running into familiar things on the shelves. “Maleficent...that’s from Sleeping Beauty, right?” Although he’d heard of such films, he was only familiar with an old battered copy of a Grimm brothers book he’d read some while back. “D’ya have a favorite fairy tale?” 

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ofeastbrooks‌:

“But that’s the beauty behind it, I guess,” Meredith said with a sigh. “A person in a film—or Broadway show, whichever you prefer— could be made out to be such a bad guy, like the villain of a superhero movie, when all the wanted in the end was just.. someone to love him. Someone to care for him to just be him, not to hide away from the world in a mask. Yeah, he might’ve lost his way throughout it all, but.. I think that’s why he softly sings, ‘Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you.’ Everyone thought he was just a guy trying to ruin the relationship between two lovers, but.. love made him crazy, I guess..” Meredith spoke out, ranting a little about her favorite film The Phantom of the Opera, she always had such a love for the film and the story surrounding it. She could always find herself getting lost while talking about it, a simple conversation about it turns into a speech with her. 

“I— just noticed that that was not what were talking about..” Meredith realized, a soft laugh emitting from her lips. “I’m sorry. What were we talking about? Or do you remember?” She questioned, a soft blush rising to her cheeks from being embarrassed about how she carried on without realizing.

Had Arthur ever heard of the Phantom of the Opera? No, but that didn’t stop him from becoming absorbed in everything Meredith said anyways. “Sounds like quite a story,” he said softly when she had finished. Yes, she had gone into an overly excited ramble, but Arthur enjoyed those, especially when the person in question was passionate about what they spoke of. “We were talkin’ bout bookstores in Nashville and how there should be one in Beaumont, but it’s ah’right,” Arthur shrugged. “ ‘Ah agree with you, by the way. About some monsters jus’ wantin’ to be loved.” 

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yolandepaquet‌:

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Hankerton had fucked up again, creating another mess that Ted had now asked Yolande and Arthur to sort out. This was exactly why she was always trying to have him banned from going near the bodies, but unfortunately, Ted wasn’t too keen on telling off his son. At least this meant she could spend the afternoon chilling with her favorite redhead without having to deal with the Cruises. “You should have seen Seb’s face when I told him about that dead lady in Nolensville who sat up when they were closing for the night,” she said casually as she assessed the damage on the dead man in front of them. Poor thing. “What do you think, can we get him back in shape, or should we just try to cover this up?”

"But she didn’—” Arthur started, before realizing what Yolande had done there. “Good one,” he said with a smile. Horror stories about their job was part of the fun for her, and he would be lying if he didn’t say he was amused the first few times he heard her telling some. He worked while he listened to her, occasionally looking up at the blonde. “ ‘Ah got some of the teeth back in place. If we use a splint to prop up his cheek ‘ah reckon he’ll look jus’ like he did before.” It probably wasn’t ethical in some way to bury a man with a stick of wood inside his mouth, but with the state he was in at the moment, it would definitely be an improvement.

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Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as A flushed red apple skin Except I've never been as sweet I've rolled around the orchard And found myself too awkward And tickle me green, I'm too naïve Pray for the people inside your head For they won't be there when you're dead Muffled out and pushed back down Pushed back through the leafy ground Time is too early My hair isn't curly I wish I was home and tucked away When nothing goes right And the future's dark as night What you need is a sunny, sunny day Pray for the people inside your head For they won't be there when you're dead Muffled out and pushed back down Pushed back through the leafy ground Don't know where I can find myself A brand new pair of ears Don't know where I can buy a heart The one I've got is shoddy I need a brand new body And then I can have a brand new start

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addisvns‌:

On days like these, where the sun no longer hid behind the clouds and the heat of the rays beat down and felt warm against your skin, Addison liked to take long walks with his aunt and uncle’s dog, Benny, and enjoy the blue skies while it lasted. Benny was a friendly, but rather large golden retriever that loved to run off leash, so when the streets were mostly empty, Addison let him. He ambled slowly down the road, Benny’s leash hung around his neck as the dog trotted a few feet ahead of him. Had he noticed the figure a little a ways down the road Addison would have grabbed Benny by the collar, but by the time he noticed the dog was well ahead of him, bounding down the sidewalk toward the person at the end of the road. 

Addison whistled loudly as he picked up his speed from a stroll to a slight job. “Aw, c’mon, Benny! Let ‘em be!” He shouted, pulling the leash from off his shoulders. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said through bated breath once he had caught up, “he’s real friendly, thinks everyone wants to pet ‘em though.” Addison said, pulling Benny away by the collar, “Ain’t that right, boy?” 

Beaumont was a notably dog friendly town, so it wasn’t a rare sight to see them being walked here and there, off-leash. Arthur was used to it. Hell, he’d been chased by a particularly eager bulldog once over a misunderstanding. This lab seemed friendly enough though, and Arthur broke into a smile as he gave the dog what he craved; pats on the head. “S’alright. He’s sure a friendly one,” he said, perhaps stating the far too obvious. Small talk didn’t always come easy to him, sometimes he had to force himself out of his head to make it. “S’a boy or a little lady?” 

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The sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

E.E Cummings,  “If Have Made, My Lady, Intricate” (via wordsnquotes)

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Stargaze & Bath bomb

Stargaze - Celebrity crush?

‘ah don’t know...the woman who played the doctor in Jurassic Park? ‘ah always liked her.

Bath bomb - What is the best form of self care?

‘ah like walkin’...there’s a path by the river that winds through the forest into a hollow. 'ah like ‘ta sit there and read. 

Speakin’ of bath bombs, Yolande gave me one that’s all colorful, but I don’t know what they do just yet. 

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Roadtrip & Brown Sugar

Roadtrip - Where is the farthest you’ve been from home?

Here.

Brown Sugar - What is making your heart warm today?

Nothin’ much. 'Least not right now. That’s a bad answer, Sorry.

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arthur | eddie

Eddie: Alright. 120. Got it. We can do that no problem.

Arthur: You're actually the best. Thank you.

Arthur: Could you make 30 of them vegan? It's okay if not, I'll just tell Ted.

Arthur: It's all our fault really, we got guest lists mixed up and things have been crazy.

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arthur | eddie

Eddie: No it's cool. I'm good. Ask away.

Arthur: You know the cupcakes Ted ordered?

Arthur: He got the number wrong. We need 120, not 60.

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txt: yolande → arthur

Yolande: i forgot about them..... they were the worst

Yolande: but you are the best stop arguing

Yolande: :)

Yolande: do you want to watch nekromantik ?

Arthur: Alright. Just for the sake of this not going back and forth forever.

Arthur: Is that that movie you were talking about the other day?

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txt: yolande → arthur

Yolande: thank you i thought it was funny too

Yolande: until i thought he was going to fire me

Yolande: i like you too arthur you're the best

Yolande: :)

Arthur: Yeah, he did look mad enough to drown puppies. But maybe it was that family he was dealing with that day too.

Arthur: Stop it, I'm not. You're just too nice to me.

Arthur: :P

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hudsonwyatt‌:

This was one of those moments – one of those experiences – that he certainly never wanted to relive or be forced through a retelling of again. Wyatt was still processing, wearing a dazed and amazed expression as he watched the fluffed tail of the creature flick in fury while it skittered and sputtered away as soon as it hit the ground again.

“What the fuck just happened?” His widened eyes turned to the ginger and then back to the once ominously rustling bushes. Without a doubt, he’d just kicked a cat (that was hopefully a stray), but odds were that it’d take another stunned minute for it to fully sink in.

"Are ya alright’?” Arthur asked tentatively, wondering if he’d been clawed somewhere. He’d never witnessed a thing like that, nor to the best of his knowledge, had seen that cat before. Had it even been a cat? Maybe it was a rabid raccoon? But he was certain he’d heard a ‘meow’ in there. “The funeral home ‘ah work at has a first aid kit, and it’s just down the road ahead if ‘ya want anythin’ looked at.”