sweet little lies

hazel rose. cpp guidance counselor, escort. i'm not a regular mom, i'm a cool mom. family > everything. 🌻 🌸 🌼 🌺

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TEXT ||🌹 BRIEZEL

Brielle: Hello Hazel!!!

Brielle: Update: It's Sunday, 3:26PM and I'm currently at work. Just had lunch with the girl I'm currently dating and it was all kinds of great. I'm happy, slathered in sunscreen and just waiting for the day to be over.

Brielle: Is that better?

Hazel: Much. Extra points for the sunscreen.

Hazel: Now tell me all about her.

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kingsleyjones:

I don’t think you get it, but hey, at least you got an opinion and that’s what matters. You like any other songs by Usher?

I think I do. He was singing about cheating, it doesn’t matter who was cheating. Anyway, irrelevant. I actually used to love his stuff, I haven’t really heard anything new of his lately. Has there actually been anything? The last I remember was DJ Got Us Falling in Love... Is my age showing?

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TEXT ||🌹 ROSES

Hazel: When your little sisters are supposed to check in with you daily but haven't 🤔

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cotton-eyed-artie:

Okaaaaaaaaay how to ruin a good song by dissecting the lyrics. 

Don’t be part of the problem, kiddo.

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kingsleyjones:

You do know the song isn’t about him tho, right? Like it’s still a fucked up situation and all that, but it ain’t his own.

I didn’t, but I was hoping it wasn’t. That makes me feel a little better about him. Not totally. I mean, he still sang about justifying infidelity, whether it was his own or not. But a little.

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kiaraharris:

Usher may be a sexy man, buut.. most rappers and R&B artists talk about that kind of bullshit.

Unless they’re Eminem, then they rap about kidnapping their wife and killing her while their kid’s sleeping in the backseat. Men are weird.

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inezrosalind:

I love Usher as much as the next millennial, but once I was old enough to understand what exactly he was singing about, I had an actual what the fuck moment. Like, who let that song go through to be made public?

I always thought he was cute and I was awesome for knowing all of the lyrics, but there’s a difference between knowing what the lyrics are and actually listening to them. Now that I know what I know, he ain’t so cute anymore.

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adelaidepeterson:

Well, okay – fuck you Usher for ruining everything tbqh???

Amen. We’ll add him to the list of “no longer welcome in Cotton Plant.”

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rosebrielle:

Not weird at all, Haz. Like 100%. I noticed this stuff a way long time ago. It’s a little infuriating that all the songs you want to love or used to love have this hidden meaning underneath the lyrics that are just.. so messed up.

I hear that. I guess I used to overlook this stuff because Usher’s a total hottie, but that’s not going to fly anymore. I almost want to look up whether it was a factual thing, but that’s just gonna make me even more mad at him. I’m not in the business on hating on strangers if I can help it. Unless they really deserve it, and right now I can pretend like he doesn’t.

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Is it weird that a song from the early 2000′s is making me irrationally angry right now? My iTunes is on shuffle, and Confessions Pt. 2 comes on, and I’m singing along to it (terribly) and I guess this is the first time I’ve ever really taken in the lyrics. This asshole is out here singing about cheating on his girl, getting some other girl pregnant, and then has the audacity to be like “I hope you can accept the fact that I’m man enough to tell you this.” Man enough? Boy, you cheated. There’s nothing man about you.

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Top three hottest guys and girls of Cotton Plant?

That’s a hard one. You know, everyone here is strangely attractive. Like,  you know, bad. I hope I don’t offend anyone by leaving them off the list. But here we go:

Guys

Austin Kennedy. Yes. Yes please.

Silas Smythe. Been there, done that, wouldn’t mind doing it again.

Hunter Clarington. I mean, you’ve seen him, right?

Girls

Hazel Rose. She’s perfection. Literally.

Sawyer Pearce. I had a crush on her in high school, actually. From what I’ve seen, she’s growing up fantastically.

Inez Garcia-Moreno. Because she’s one of my besties and she’s beautiful. If I was drunk, I might be tempted to sleep with her.

Please don’t ask that again.

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ABOUT THE CHARACTER ➝

NAME ●●● Hazel Juliet Rose

AGE ●●● 33

PRONOUNS ●●● She/Her

BIRTHDAY ●●● 04/29

ORDER ●●● First (Solo - Half)

FROM ●●● Cotton Plant, Arkansas

SEXUALITY ●●● Pansexual/Panromantic

FULL TIME JOB ●●● Guidance Counselor at Cotton Plant School

PART TIME JOB ●●● Escort

WRITER ●●● Jewel

↳ A CLOSER LOOK:

It’s a little known fact that before Millie met Morris, she was engaged to a man named José. She fell pregnant quickly with his child, and the engagement was more a convenience thing than a love thing, which was probably why it fell through before the baby was even born. Hazel has met the man responsible for her creation a total of four times throughout her life, and knows she’s missing absolutely nothing. Morris took her on as his own right away and has been more of a father to her than José ever was or ever will be.

Possibly because she barely knows her biological father, there is really nothing in the world more important to Hazel than family. She vaguely remembers a time as a very young child where it was just she and her parents, and as much love as they showed her, and as happy as she was, Hazel always secretly wanted a baby brother or sister to coddle. To her surprise, she eventually got not one, but four of them, and she really couldn’t have been more thrilled.

Hazel was a very hands on big sister. She would help out with her younger siblings whenever and however she could, much to her mother’s relief. Five kids was a lot for anybody, especially when one parent was rarely around, but Hazel understood. Empathy and understanding were two things Hazel always had, and she knew that if her dad didn’t go to work, she and her family wouldn’t be able to have nice things. So, she didn’t resent him for his absence. She just stepped up, filling in as her mother’s support system where he couldn’t.

The work ethic instilled upon the oldest Rose stuck with her, and she did very well in school. Having lived life as a cinnamon roll, though, when she reached her teens, it was no wonder Hazel finally chose to rebel. She would stay out late, knowing her parents probably wouldn’t notice, since they had their hands full with her siblings- again, nothing she resented them for, it just was what it was- and come home drunk underage. Arguments with her parents became much more frequent, and the only thing that could ever make Hazel back down was the sound of quiet breathing coming from the door where she knew her siblings were all watching and thinking they hadn’t been seen. Being a rebellious, reckless brat was not the kind of example she wanted to set them, and Hazel would always make sure she tucked them in that night and let them know she and their parents were just playing a game. She may have been wrecking her life, but she didn’t need to wreck theirs.

[tw for child abuse] Probably because she was the eldest in a big family, by ten years in the case of the triplets, Hazel was always very good with children. For someone who could party with the best of them and run her mouth whenever she felt it necessary, she had a lot of patience for younger people. It was clear what her career path should be, so Hazel majored in Social Work in college, opting to become a Social Worker whose area of expertise was children. The job she scored right after graduation consisted of her taking young, vulnerable people, sometimes as young as babies, out of abusive homes. It was rewarding, but draining. Seeing children with dark circles under their eyes and bruised bodies because daddy had gotten out of control the night before was a lot for anyone, and Hazel couldn’t handle it like she thought she’d be able to.

[tw for alcohol] Not wanting to burden her parents, who seemed to be going through their own troubles, or siblings with her issues, and being the type to stay guarded around other people, Hazel kept everything to herself, turning to drink to help her forget the things she didn’t want to think about after a hard day’s work. By no means was she an alcoholic, and of course knew her limits, but a bar outside of Cotton Plant that the twenty-something frequented was what led her to her second job.

It wasn’t like she was blackout drunk or anything, but Hazel doesn’t really remember the night she met Jason. He was older and showed a great deal of interest in her, but not the kind that had him trying to sleep with her. He ran a new, secret escort service, was looking for girls to work for him, and felt Hazel fit the bill. Perhaps it was that work ethic catching her again and telling her the more money she could make the better, or perhaps she just wanted something more than her day job, but Hazel soon found herself out of town every weekend, hanging onto the arms of different rich businessmen who needed a date to some boring work dinner. It wasn’t much fun for her, but the money made it worth it. Even more so when she agreed to start sleeping with them.

Hazel was about thirty when she realized she’d had enough of the job that still continued to drain her. She was sick of being kept up at night, haunted by the image of a crying child who hadn’t wanted to leave her mother, and didn’t understand that mommy had a drug dependency and was incapable of taking care of her anymore, or a boy who would flinch when she so much as held out her hand to him, because he expected her to add another bruise to his collection. About to be a mother herself, she couldn’t take it anymore. Hazel heard about a vacancy at Cotton Plant school for a guidance counselor, and knew she was more than qualified for the job. Unsurprisingly, she got it.

Recently 33, Hazel is in a decent place, but she’s growing bored. She was never one to need to free herself from her small hometown, but over thirty years there has shown her how tired the place is, even with the Motta’s new additions. Sleeping with men for money is getting old and incredibly depressing, and the only good thing to have come from it is her daughter, Paige. Luckily, Paige is too young to have too many questions about her father, but Hazel has no clue what she’ll say when she does start wondering, considering she has no clue which of the men he is.

Regardless, even now, with her siblings in their twenties, she wants to set a good example for them, so she puts on a front. One where she’s happy and exactly where she’s supposed to be. One where she doesn’t become a different person at night, giving her body to whoever’s choosing to pay for it. One where Hazel is a good mother, a good person, who doesn’t hate the life she has made for herself. At least it’s a nice fantasy.