full bloom.

farmer @ the everly family farm. worn sweaters. calloused hands. country back roads. smoldering wood. flowers before they bloom. warm summer nights. silent prayers.

[forresteverlya]

INTRODUCING... FORREST JAMES EVERLY.

Forrest Everly ( Michiel Huisman ) was born into a loving family with two supportive parents and a younger sister that doubled as his best friend. Although he struggled through schooling and found no interest in the classroom, he found beauty in his faith, his family’s farm, and in the kitchens with his mother. Life was quaint and picturesque until disaster struck, and as he learned, it seemed to strike in threes: first, it was the manipulation of the army recruiter to get him to enlist — effectively destroying much of his faith that he so long had held dear —, second, it was the fire that ravished the town and took the lives of his mother and uncle, and third, it was the injury that would result in chronic pain and a one way trip home. Having been back in Mystic for over ten years now, Forrest has taken great care to adapt the farm to his needs, choosing to leave the pain of the past and hopefully step into a brighter and lighter future. // @mysticroleplay // template credits: @wildrpt 

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[forresteverlya]

grey, arya.

         Being back in Forrest’s presence felt a bit like a dream. Arya had always known that this day would come, and truthfully, she had expected it to be a lot sooner. But with every passing year, that hope had turned into dread. Not because she wasn’t excited to see him back in Mystic, but because she knew that he was going to be disappointed by the woman she had become — or rather, the woman she hadn’t. 

         It was strange in a way, to be so comfortable and familiar with a person, yet feel as though there was a stranger staring back at you. It hurt knowing that there had been so many years she’d missed out on. So many birthdays and holidays, bad days and milestones she had planned to be there for. But that was the choice she had made years ago, and Arya had to live with the distance between them. 

         As Forrest took a step closer, the brunette’s face twisted in confusion. She couldn’t figure out what he could possibly be referring to until the small plastic pick fell into her palm. Allowing her thumb to smooth over it’s worn edges, Arya could feel her heart sink inside her chest. She couldn’t believe that Forrest had held onto it for this long, or that he’d even remembered what she’d said all those years ago. But at the very same time, it hurt her to have it back in her possession. As an eighteen-year-old girl, she had given it to him as a token of her love, hoping that one day, much sooner than later, he would return and things would fall back into place. That things would be normal. That she would get a second chance at her ‘happily ever after.’ But although she had moved on and those dreams had since ended, it hurt her to know that, that young and naive, and hopelessly in love teenager, hadn’t gotten what she’d so desperately wanted. 

          “Y-You kept it? All this time? I don’t know what to say. But if I’ve been without it this long, I’ll certainly survive. It was a gift. You keep it.”

Forrest remains quiet, knowing that the presence of the guitar pick in his hand is the answer to all of her questions. It’s not until she insists that he continues to keep it that he feels the urge to break his silence. “I have no doubt that you’ll survive without it, but —” his fingers carefully flip the old pick once, then twice, then a third time as he tries to rationalize why it’s so important to him that she have this back. 

She was right after-all. It had been a gift, and his mother had always been adamant that you were to never re-gift something given to you. It was rude. — But this? This felt different. “I can’t thank you enough for giving this to me,” he begins, “It was, in so many ways, one of the few things that helped me remember home.” Which, in truth, was a double edged sword: with one side that forced him to remember that he had to continue to push on to get back to his home, and the second, that reminded him of the home he deserted, the one that he ran from for a life filled with pain and pointless death and destruction. “It just, really, doesn’t seem fair to hold onto it after it’s served its purpose with me.”

[forresteverlya]

parekh, suraj.

when  :  october 31st  ,  2pm.

where  :  everly family farm.

                          ❛  so  ,  if i carve your face specifically on a pumpkin  ,  does that get me extra brownie points or ?  ❜  suraj PREFERS this  -  out of all places he has planned on his spooky agenda  ,  he’s finding this venue to be his favourite   —   day light  &  fresh air  ,  as well as a courageous attempt to step out of his bubble in the form of swapping paint brushes  &  sketch books for orange vegetables  &  downright murder of them .  he sobers into a light - hearted smile at the familiar face  (  it didn’t take long for him to find BRIGHT NEON GREEN  among the crowds  -  just look for the abundance of children that seemed to flock to him with utter excitement .  )   he gestures towards lines of pumpkins awaiting to be knifed and carved and completely GUTTED .  (  poor things .  )   ❛  come on  ,  be honest  ,  i can totally rig this in my favour  ,  RIGHT ?  ❜   he’s carrying an apple cider in both hands  ,  and he extends an arm out in offering  -  cup steaming within his palm .  ❛  in case you needed it  —  or as an act of bribery  ,  who knows .  ❜

Small talk: it’s something that Forrest has always loathed when it comes to meeting a new individual. Suraj’s seemingly complete inability to engage in it is one of the many reasons Forrest has become so fond of the newcomer in such a short amount of time. His new friend’s remarks elicits a low rumble of a laugh and shake of his head. “My face hm?” he ponders, or at least he attempts to feign the look, before continuing, “You might actually be onto something. I’ve got a bit of a scary mug. You could easily rack up a few points if you go down that route, but you know...” His voice lowers slightly, “...if you’re wanting to surprise Hana, I would happily give you both riding lessons free of charge. Consider it a friend discount.”

[forresteverlya]

rossi, emilia.

Location: Everly Farm Reason: She’s got a BONE to pick

The farm looks cute, but that’s mostly a passing thought. For some reason, Halloween night seems like Emilia’s opportunity for approaching Forrest.  They hadn’t seen each other since the wedding night… when they were naked… in her bed. Not the morning after— no. Because Forrest had left. Clearly more decent in the sense that he left her a breakfast sandwich but couldn’t bother to say goodbye. Needless to say, Emilia felt like a fool, and there’s nothing she detests quite more.

Maybe not the best time to approach someone who hit it and quit it, but seemed like a better opportunity than when they’d inevitably see each other in the hospital again. “Hey,” She called out when she approached Forrest, tucked away from the rest of the patrons, thank God. She was a sight to behold, really: sparkling, bright pink cowgirl with clenched fists, looking less than pleased. “I’m sure you’re really busy, and we can make this as short as you want, I’d just like to know why you left me hanging that night.” And by “hanging” she means alone. 

There was probably a better way to go about this.

Having not heard from Emilia after their night together, Forrest had figured that she thought it nothing more than a drunk hook-up. It was fine... even if he had at least hoped she would’ve reached out as a friend. At least, that is what he tells himself to keep his ego from being bruised after over a decade of abstinence. Fully preparing himself for a chance encounter at some point during the festivities, Forrest already has his polite wave and ‘hi, nice to see you’ ready to go. 

What he hasn’t prepared for is her sudden appearance and desire to speak to him. As the initial shock subsides, her words finally register, and he’s left even more shocked than before. “Hanging?” he replies with an incredulous shake of his head. She couldn’t really be implying what he thought she was could she? Was this simply some lingo that he hadn’t been updated on? “What do you mean? I mean—” he blinks forcefully, attempting his best to calm the swirling thoughts inside his brain to form a single picture for how she could have interpreted things this way. “Did you see the note and the er... the breakfast I made?” He shuffles uncomfortably, eyes straining to stay focused on her rather than drifting out of discomfort, “I left a note on the side I had been sleeping on saying I had a nice night but had to feed the animals.”

[vivienvalentino]

MICHIEL HUISMAN as Cal Morrison in Orphan Black (Season 2)

[astoldbysteph]

“He could navigate the farm house in pitch-black. His fingers knew the shape of the walls and his feet knew the creak of the floorboards and his nose knew the woodsmoke or long-ago lemon scents of the rooms, all of it memorized like a tune on an instrument.”

— Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down The Hawk (via sheconjures)

[forresteverlya]

garcia, camila.

« 🎃 starter for @forresteverly​ »

        “If you’re wondering why I didn’t make it over to carve pumpkins,” Cam begins, having spotted the green outfit in the corner of her eye whilst focusing on tying some jute twine around a requested arrangement. “Let’s just say I’m better off over here with your flowers than I am with the knives.” Handing the arrangement over to a customer, she offers them a bright smile before finally facing Forrest now. Truthfully, she’d had the most wonderful, relaxing morning taking part in the Everly farm fun, and.. well, she was grateful, to say the least. “You look exceptionally warm in that get up, Everly.” 

With Camila’s remark and appearance by his side, Forrest finds it uncharacteristically difficult to stifle the warm flush on his cheeks and smile on his lips as he watches her hand over an arrangement to their latest customer. “Now... don’t hit me for saying this, but I think it makes us all the better of a duo, don’t you think? I hate to say it, but I think the locals would agree based off of our numbers today,” he notes, giving her a pointed yet playful look. “I do want to thank you though, seriously. I don’t think we would’ve been able to pull this all off without you. As for the footies, oh, they’re exceptional. I don’t know why I forgot about how comfortable these things are. I gotta say though, I thought I’d be the brightest of the bunch. It looks like you out shined me, for once, Daisy. The pink does look very nice, even if I am a bit jealous.”

[forresteverlya]

grey, arya.

STARTER: CLOSED LOCATION: EVERLY FARM TIME: 1:15 PM

              October had always been one of Arya’s favorite months of the year. Not only did she enjoy the cooler weather and changing leaves, but she had always had soft spot for Halloween. Growing up, carving pumpkins with her father had been one of her favorite traditions. They had not only used them to decorate the outside of their home, but the record store too, using Dusty’s creative designs to draw people into the shop. Although it had been years since she had last participated in such festivities, there seemed to be no better way to honour her father than illuminating the windows of the store with jack-o-lanterns on Halloween night. The only problem was, she needed help. And luckily, after seeing an ad for Forrest’s event in the newspaper, Arya knew exactly where to look. 

               Truthfully, she felt nervous returning to the farm. Not because of Forrest or their current relationship, but because she feared the memories it may trigger — memories of the last time she’d stepped foot on Everly soil. The very same morning he’d left for the army. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, Arya pulled up to the farm and reached for the Jason-esque hockey mask and plastic knife she’d left laying on her passenger seat. Assuming that Forrest’s day would be full of treats, she couldn’t help but want to trick him, even a little. Despite his undeniable masculinity, her ex had always been a bit of a scaredy cat. She could still remember the time her and Dusty had convinced him to sit down and watch Friday The 13th and how she’d been the one holding his hand through all of the jump scares. 

                It didn’t take her very long to spot the man. Especially considering the fact that his attire for the day was the bright green onesie she’d previously seen on his Instagram story. Personally, Arya had opted out of wearing a costume until that evening, knowing she wouldn’t be able to tolerate the fifty shades of pink nor the heels for very long at all. Raising the mask to cover her face, Arya pointed the knife in Forrest’s direction just before tapping him on the shoulder. Her only help was that he hadn’t earned his black belt in karate over the years they’d been away from each other.

@forresteverly​

It had been a long time since the Everly family had hosted an event like the one that they were having. After Rosie’s passing, her traditions that she had encouraged during her time here never seemed quite the same. 

As he looks out now, however, he hopes that wherever she is, she’s proud of what her son was able to pull together. So consumed by his thoughts and nostalgia, Forrest doesn’t register the tapping on his shoulder until a second later, which results in an immediate jump and muffled, “What the hell?” He swivels and backs up quickly, stumbling but full prepared to yell at the creep. “This isn’t funny. There are kids here!”

[forresteverlya]

campbell, lyric.

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: mara’s murder mystery party  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 9:43 PM October 31st 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍: @mysticstarter​

         𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ‘𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑’, only a few steps from the ‘the body’, suspicious of everything and everyone she saw. Even her own shadow might have startled her for a second. She shifted the wicker basket on her arm –– maybe it was a thing ‘The Weekday’ used for publicity? was that her MO? –– and moved to the person closest to her. This was her moment. She was Miss Marple, and everyone in here was her suspect. 

In a melodramatic Translatlantic accent that somehow turned Victorian before she decided to drop it altogether, Lyric asked, ❝ So –– tragic what happened to her, don’t you think? She was so young. And talented. ❞ The last part, Lyric –– no, The Weekday –– adds deliberately.

What was her name again? It was on the tip of his tongue as he listened along to her retelling of the story. Was it Wednesday? No, that had been the Addams girl... “Listen here.... you...” he begins, attempting his best to sound stern and in character, “I know you weren’t a favorite of Miss J, and I know you planted that necklace. At least... I think.” Lyric was one of his good friends, but even so, the whole festivities of the murder mystery event had him scared to be around her. 

[forresteverlya]

WHO: Open ! // @mysticstarter​ WHEN: After the Final Clue at Mara’s Murder Mystery WHERE: Mara’s Murder Mystery

"Listen... I think it’s quite obvious don’t you?” He begins, although really, he is just throwing out theories at this point, not knowing anything other than the fact that he was at risk of joining Miss J and The Weekday at any moment. “I think this is all a sham. Miss J is still alive, and she was the one that killed The Weekday. It’s like that.... one movie. Gone girl! Yes, it’s like that, or it’s Lotsamoney and Swiffer.”

[forresteverlya]

EVERLY FAMILY FARM HALLOWEEN !

This Halloween be sure to stop by the Everly Family Farm for some family friendly fun! Attractions include a pumpkin carving contest for free horse back riding lessons ( OOC: submit photos before Sunday at 12 PM CST ), fresh hot apple cider ( alcoholic options for 21+ folks w/ ID ) served by Dylan Everly, bonfire pits with marshmallow roasting kits, a fall floral photoshoot area courtesy of Camila Garcia and Maia Fernandez, farm animal viewing, and, rumor is, if you get Papa Everly ( aka Gru ) a piece of candy, he’ll take you and your family on a short tractor ride. // ft. @dylanevcrly, @camilagvrcia, @maiafcrnandez // template credit.

[forresteverlya]

WHO: Open ! // @mysticstarter​ WHEN: October 31st, 12 PM  WHERE: Everly Family Farm

It had taken one, just one, of the children that came to the farm this morning for the Everly family festivities to have Forrest caving on his original rule of not letting the animals out of their make-shift stalls for the Halloween festival. Clad in his bright green, fuzzy Mike Wazowski pajamas, Forrest carefully steps into the stall housing his most well behaved pigs to pick up one for the onlooker. The small pig squirms at first but relaxes the moment he has it safely wrapped up in his arms like he would his own child, “See! You just gotta be really gentle with them okay? Only nice touches with the piggy,” he adds with a smile as the young child that had asked to pet her carefully reaches out to pat the pig’s head. Looking out to see if there are any other children wanting a turn to pet the pig, his eyes land on a familiar face, “Want a turn?”

[forresteverlya]

IS THAT MIKE WAZOWSKI ? NO, THAT’S FORREST EVERLY !

While Forrest tends to air on the side of “bare minimum” for Halloween, this year he dressed up as Mike Wazowski from Monster’s Inc. alongside his best friend, Bash, and Bash’s daughter, Lily, who will be dressing up as Sulley and Boo respectively. Forrest, always favoring comfort over fashion, opted for a Mike Wazowski onesie along with a Monster’s University hat. This year he will be hosting a small event at the Everly farm that is family friendly and focused. While he had the idea to wear green monster feet to complete the look for kids that come for pumpkin carving, fall photoshoots, and overall fall farm fun, he figured they’d be torn and muddied by the end of the night, so he opted for his normal work boots instead. // ft. @bash-brooks

[forresteverlya]

who: @sutton-day​ when: sunday, october 25th @3:00pm where: a corn maze outside of mystic, ct.

The corn maze had been an idea born from the need to give his friend something new and lighthearted to do. The idea however, had quickly been proven to be nothing but idealistic the further and further the two had descended into the actual maze. Each turn seems identical to the next, and with the setting sun, Forrest finds himself growing more and more frustrated. “Okay, I really do think that this is new. This fork right her is slightly more curved than the other one, and we haven’t seen that family in awhile, right? That has to be a good sign.” Or a very, very bad one. “I think we’re close to the exit, Sut. I can feel it.”

[forresteverlya]

soto, hana.

@mysticstarter​ !!!

location : rosie’s dinner

status : open to all

  “ the question is WHAT am i going to dress uo as for halloween ? “ hana muses aloud , throwing her hands up in the air in frustration . she’s always gone all out when it comes to costumes , designs , and outfits in general . this is the first time and the year she’s really been stuck in a rut . her mind is BLANK , and nothing seems quite good enough . “ it’s my first halloween in mystic , and it HAS to be a good one . making an impression is important .  preferably a GOOD impression … i was considering like …bent-neck lady . haunting of hill house . but , like , that would hurt my neck after a while , you know ? and then wigs are SO ITCHY , but so many outfits and costume’s NEED the wig or it’s just not COMPLETE , you know ? “ she’s speaking quite quickly , having just downed her 5th coffee for the day . spread out before her are her about a DOZEN material swatches of differing shades of white , and a thick scrapbook overflowing with SAMPLE PHOTOS that numerous photographer’s have supplied her over the years ( picking a wedding photographer  for clients is equally as important and HARD as picking the actual bouquet of flowers  , or wedding venue , after all ) . hana shakes her head , sighing loudly and over-dramatically . GRIN IS STILL EVER PRESENT ON HER FEATURES . “ so , like , if you have ANY idea’s  . . now is the time to speak up . even if you think it’s the dumbest idea in the world . look at me . . i’m a woman DESPERATE . “ 

Rosie’s is quieter than normal, which, fortunately, affords him extra time to sit and talk with his newest business partner without the fear of a flare up. It’s unsurprising really that the conversation begins to turn into one about Halloween. He had, after all, seen an uptick in the sales on pumpkins, squashes, and gourds within the recent weeks. The problem was that, in prior years, Forrest had never been much of a Halloween person. If anything, it seemed more stressful than fun. There had always been so much emphasis on finding the perfect outfit. Even in high school, when he would decide upon something like a lumber jack or Waldo, he would just receive a disappointed shake of the head from his mother. “The what lady of what house?” He tries wracking his brain for some sort of an idea of the show or movie she was speaking of, but like so many things without significant importance, he came up blank. “Do you and your fiancé have a favorite movie maybe? My friend and I are dressing up with his daughter as some of her favorite characters. Granted that’s not exactly scary, but well... there’s bound to be some couple from a famous scary movie right?”

[forresteverlya]

garcia, camila.

       “Oh—um.. no, I just..” Her finger wavers between herself and his son, pulling her brows together as she attempts to explain. “Needed to check.. on something. But really, you don’t have to go, Mr Everly. I didn’t realise..” Inevitably, Cam was at a loss for words, unable to conjure the right ones considering her anger had disappeared, replaced with nothing but immense guilt. This certainly wasn’t the first time Cam had acted on impulse, without actually thinking through her emotions and actions first. She’d often falter to control the rush of heated anger that swarms through her. Unfortunately, this time it’d led to her interrupting someone’s family time, and ultimately, making a recovering man feel the need to move off of his own front porch. Way to go, Cam. The brunette then manages to glance over at Forrest, feeling something like turmoil in the pit of her stomach upon witnessing the expression on his features; inevitably, confused as hell. How was she to explain herself now? The high points of her cheekbones were considerably warm all of a sudden, signifying her embarrassment about her arrival and.. the fact that she was here, in the first place, and at such a time. You are an absolute idiot. “Uh, no.. no thank you. I’m fine.” 

       Watching as Mr Everly heads inside, she returns her gaze to Forrest, offering the most awkward smile. The anger she so often relied on for support, the anger that fuelled her confidence was now non-existent.. leaving her feeling weak and without a leg to stand on. How could she possibly be angry at Forrest, knowing his father was home and… g*d, she’d fallen prey to making assumptions, yet again. A weighted silence falls between them until she musters the courage enough to break it.. after all, it was on her to propel the conversation here, and to explain herself. But how?! “I’m so sorry.. I feel stupid. I just interrupted your time—” Clearing her throat, Cam gives him an apologetic smile, her gaze lowered as she attempts to conquer the deep shame she felt within. “—I didn’t realise your dad was out of hospital. I never would’ve.. if I’d known..” 

It isn’t until his father is back inside that Forrest allows himself to relax, slightly. Although her initial anger seemed to have dissipated with the acknowledgment of his father, Forrest knows all too well that people have the ability to mask their emotions when needed. He, after all, considers himself something of a master of the art. Voice low and soft, softer than he’s likely ever been with her, he rises and offers her a chair, “Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to take a seat?” Still unsure of if the anger was directed at him or rather she was looking for his help with whatever was upsetting her, Forrest takes care to not make any assumptions, but rather, allow her the space to speak candidly. “We’ve spent just about every night like this since he’s gotten out. A night apart might be good for us both.”

Although he attempts to keep his air at ease, Forrest cannot help the slight fidgeting of his fingers against his thigh as he turns to grab his glass, take a sip once more, and sit back down. Not wanting to place too much attention on the obvious elephant in the room if she’s not quite ready, his eyes instead gaze out to the farmland before them both. “As strange as it’s been to be sleeping in my childhood bed again, you really can’t complain when you get views like this every morning when you wake up and every night before bed.” His eyes turn back to her before he asks, “How’s it been back in town? My apartment hasn’t been ransacked has it?” It was subtle nod towards whatever it was that brought her here, which he hoped had been left vague enough for her to ignore if need be. 

[forresteverlya]

rossi, emilia.

“Well I can’t have that.” She shakes her head. “Your father still owes me a dinner.” It was actually an offer from Forrest she figured that at the Everly estate, it would be the both of them trying to hopelessly lead her through cooking a dinner. Which is probably a smart move. The more eyes the better off they are on trying to prevent her form setting the place on fire. But danger or not, it was a sweet offer, and she liked the idea of it all. Far better way to spend an evening than a lot of the nights she’s been having. 

She looks down at the glass when he says it’s not that impressive. Considering Emilia really only drank hard liquor in her party days, or in her days traveling. Basically, it was there to get her drunk, and fast. Nowadays she tends to take her time, which means this kind of stuff does not frequent her glass unless mixed with other things. Even after a sip, and her jaw tightening a bit at the taste, she gives a crooked smile. “I wouldn’t call it that. It’s not like I have some super palate or anything. Most of the wines I’ve enjoys are under ten dollars or come out of a box.” She confesses, knowing if she’d said that in front of a real refined woman, she’d be called anything but that. “I think I’m generally more of a cocktail person these days.” Still, she raises her glass in toast, watching him as he takes his sip, and she takes her own. It’s only when he starts to cough that she grins, amused at the sight, and even more so when he makes the horrid joke. It gets a laugh out of her,  but definitely more of a laugh that suggested she was endeared by how horrid it was, rather than it being genuinely funny. “I don’t really like them smooth anyways.” She says casually, flashing him a look before downing the rest of the drink. “So where’s my dance, Forrest?”

The mention of the dinner causes the gentle flush on his cheeks to flare an even darker hue. So she remembered, he thinks, smile broadening. That had to be a good sign. “Ah... so it’s just my father who’s owing you dinner now? See, I thought I had been involved in that little equation somehow, but if not, what’s that saying? No harm no foul?” He’s only teasing, but the gentle buzz of alcohol leaves him wondering if he made it clear enough, and so, he quickly adds on, “Don’t you worry. I wouldn’t dream of breaking our promise to you.”

The mention of cocktails leaves Forrest giving himself a small mental kick. It’s a momentary blip, one easily burst by her next statement. Lips parting, a small laugh is released. “Well, it would be my pleasure,” he replies, setting his own glass to the side before extending his hand to her once more. He’s grateful, once more, for the alcohol that stifles the nerves that he can feel reemerging the moment his hand falls in hers. With one hand in her own, Forrest eases his way up to lead her to the floor. His eyes flick around the room, quickly making note of where the speakers occupy space in the room and finding space for them both that appears to be safely away from the pounding bass of the music. Now was not the time for a flare up. 

Finally feeling as if he had found a place safe from any loud and potentially triggering noises, Forrest turns to her face her. Only hesitating slightly, his other hand falls to the small of her back to close the space between them. “This has been nice,” he says suddenly, “spending time with you outside of the hospital I mean.” And then, because it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, “Is it too cheesy of me to say that I’m really happy you agreed to that drink and this dance?” He didn’t have to wait for her answer to know. It was far too cheesy, but then again, it was true, which had to be worth something, right?