tell me pretty lies

i hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk *~* [[atticus]] *~*

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Guess who's watching Hart of Dixie for some ~inspiration~

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okay but I miss my prime rp days, when I could sling out replies left and right without losing an ounce of energy. now I’m old and working and being an “adult” and my energy is -23198. :(

I promise I’ll try to build myself back up to get more than a couple replies done. I’m exhausted, and I have to sleep.

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lclands:

    “ballerina shit? it’s tchaikovsky you big dope,” she chided amidst her game of solitaire, hazel hues rolling as she found a place for the king of hearts pinched between her fingertips over its queen. “the school’s big christmas recital is coming up again so unless you feel like taking up your grievances with my neighbor’s eight year old, i reckon’ you ought to suck it up and embrace your inner sugar-plum fairy.” 

His lips pursed as he considered his options. On one hand, he had to deal with one of his biggest pet peeves and listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving. On the other hand, her neighbor’s kid was sweet as could be, and he and his parents went to the Christmas recital every year. With a heavy sigh, Calvin scrunched his face up. “Fine. I’ll suck it up, but I have no inner sugar-plum fairy to embrace, and I don’t intend on getting one.”

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jojamesy:

Joey laughed at his question. Yes, it would be pretty humorous to watch him ruin their mood but of course, she was a sucker for happy endings. She shook her head in response and playfully pat his shoulder. “C’mon now, Calvin, you’ll turn their party sour! Tell you what–– what if you let ‘em be and you come over for a drink later? We’ll have our own party so that they can have theirs. I even have some treats left.”

“Now that,” he said, pointing to her, “I am a fan of. Count me in.” He was a sucker for a drink, sure, but the treats were what made him stay. The boy had a sweet tooth. “What kind of treats we talkin’?” he asked.

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scarxet:

“I don’t see why people wanna get through Thanksgiving so fast anyways. Like, it’s literally a holiday where you get to just eat all the food you want and not feel guilty about it because it’s Thanksgiving and that’s what you’re supposed to do. You’re supposed to gain ten pounds that day because you ate five pies all by yourself.” She laughed as he said no to twerking, soon biting her lower lip as he asked what exactly she did to her car. “I may or may not have looked down at my phone for like, a split second, and the next thing I know I run over something on the road and ends up screwing with something under the hood. It was making a weird noise and over heating and shit. Probably some kind of debris on the road? Nothing’s too broken, is it?” 

Calvin stopped and held his hands up, shaking his head. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back it up, Scar. Thanksgiving is not just about eating all the food and not feeling guilty about it. It’s also not just about football, which is a very big part of it, just to put that out there.” Football was in his blood. All of his best memories--well, most of them, anyway--had something to do with the sport. He was a ‘Bama boy through and through. He and his mom always said that college ball was the way to go, but his dad was more of an NFL kind of guy. Either way, Calvin loved it. “Anyway, the whole point is to spend time with family and take time to be grateful for the important things.” Now that his rant was off his chest, he leaned back over the car. “Not too broken this time. You got lucky.”

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elizabethlizzieliz:

Elizabeth listened to Calvin’s deal, knowing she couldn’t possibly pass that up. Though she also felt like it was too good to be true. “I’ll get them to change the music, but I feel weird using that as your payment.” She’d called him to fix her back door which was slamming with the wind instead of staying put. “I can, however, offer you coffee or dinner. Something like that in return.”

He looked up at the girl and hummed in thought. He probably would have done it for free anyway, but now he could get dinner out of it, too? Calvin was raised right; he knew never to decline an offer of food. His mother would backhand him if he ever did. “Yeah? I s’pose dinner would be okay.”

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isabelle-hamilton:

 “Well someone’s not a fan of Tchaikovsky.” To be fair neither was she and it was actually her grandpa that had changed it to that station. “However you did say free of charge and I do need this fixed so..” Belle sighed and turned off the nutcraker that had been playing over the radio.

Calvin sighed in exaggerated relief. Now he could actually think, although the one song was playing somewhat in his head. “We can turn it back on for him once this is repaired.” After tightening a few things, he switched out the wrench for a tape measure and a pencil. “I just don’t understand why Christmas starts earlier and earlier.”

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PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY ABSENCE.

I’ve been working a lot and then today was my day off, but I’ve been all over the place. I’m sitting still now for a little bit, so I’m going to do replies and talk to more of you.

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jojamesy:

Joey followed his hand, looking over at the direction he was talking about. “Aw, c’mon! It’s not that bad. It’s the holidays after all, won’t you let ‘em be happy?” she laughed, shaking her head. Unlike many others, she enjoyed the holidays and it seemed to her that those celebrating behind her were also a fan. “What if I tell them to lower it down? Then would ya help a girl out? Please?”

“Well, yeah, sure they can be happy,” he agreed, looking behind her to observe them for a few more moments. They did look like they were enjoying themselves. However, he was not enjoying himself, so it was not an option to let it go. “Can’t they be happy somewhere else? I swear, Joey, some people need to keep it in their living rooms or whatever. What would you do if I told them not to quit their day jobs?” he asked, flashing a grin in her direction.

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scarxet:

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cal? Not a fan of the Christmas ballerina music? The Nutcracker is a fucking legend! Maybe if you twerk a little bit, you’ll get in a better mood,” she even tried to shake a little bit before laughing and rolling her eyes. “I really don’t need your free of charge generosity, but seeing as my parents don’t need to know something’s up with my car, I’ll go do this favor for you.” She easily turns off the music in her usual dramatic effect before looking back at the boy. “Better??” 

“It’s not even Thanksgiving, Scarlet. This should be illegal,” he declared, pointing the wrench at her. “And there’s no way in hell I’m twerking.” He leaned over the car again, concentration marking his face. A few more adjustments, and the job would be done, but he always liked to triple check to be sure he wasn’t missing anything, especially when he was fixing something that could be so dangerous. “Loads,” he answered, finishing up and wiping the oil off his tools and hands with his shirt. “Remind me how this happened?”

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susieblcke:

susie’s mouth hung open, halfway offended by the words that had come out of calvin’s mouth. “are you talkin’ about kelseaballerini?” she questioned, making her way over to the radio that was sitting on the counter. “i gotta admit, i’m a little impressed that you were even close to knowin’ her last name,” she giggled, flipping off the music. “not a fan of country?”

His whole face scrunched up as she named the artist. “Ballerini, ballerina... Same difference, Suse. Just turn it off.” Rolling his eyes, he ducked back under the sink to tinker with the pipe. “Country’s fine. Nothin’ against it. This is just... girly, and a little poppy.” With a grunt, he tightened a bolt and tapped on the edge of the counter to cue Susie to turn the water on for a test.

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“Okay, here’s the deal,” Calvin said, extending his hand in the other’s direction. Cal had always been the type to talk with his hands. He plucked the wrench from his toolbox, an old battered one handed down through the Hawkins gentlemen since Grandpa Harvey’s youth. “If you get rid of that god-awful ballerina shit happening over there..” He waved his hand in the general direction of the music. “I’ll fix this up free of charge.”

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dude I’ve been dreading this post since I applied tbh. intros stress me tf out. ummmmmmmmmmmmm okay, let’s see what we can do here!!

[ ✧ –– matthew daddario ] do you hear idfc by blackbear playing? calvin beau hawkins must be nearby. apparently the twenty-six year old has been in town for twenty-five and a half years and has become known as the neighborhood mr. fix-it. hopefully bluebell won’t drive him crazy. – ali / 18+ / she/her / est

drum roll pls

Calvin Beau Hawkins was born to Josiah and Molly Hawkins up in Tennessee.

His parents relocated back home to Bluebell after the death Cal’s paternal grandfather Harvey Hawkins ((Bluebell’s beloved Santa Clause every Christmas since ‘64)). Josiah’s the youngest of four, with two of his siblings decently older than he and his brother. Anyway, Josiah had been convincing Molly to moving to his hometown since they found out about Calvin.

Cal understands that he’s a “southern gentleman” due to his genes, but he’s a little meh sometimes. Idk the word to use. Like he’s not a loner, but he does his own thing and tries to be as respectable as he can. Forgive him if he hurts someone’s feelings here and there. That’s life (and also the Tucker genes in him).

He has, however, always been one to volunteer without a second thought. He’s enjoyed helping out around town from the time he was a young kid going door-to-door asking to mow lawns for $5.

Dude he has a nice bod, and he sure as hell knows it... Mr. I’m-gonna-wear-this-tank-top-in-the-dead-of-winter-because-I-know-the-neighbors-stare

I’m still deciding what he does for a living besides odd jobs around town.

He might be getting his degree online idk. I’ll figure it out as I go.

Alrighty, that’s that. I hope it’s not as bad as I made it out to be. Plots are cool, but I literally have no clue what plots I want, so hit me up with some ideas.

[inquietum]

idfc///blackbear

[mihareth]

Matthew Daddario + talking with his hands  [ requested by anonymous ]

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