james rowe

father of so many beautiful children and postmaster of frostford. 52 year old man who loves cheese.

[jamesrowesr]

kcndavis‌:

Kendrick nodded his head. “Mhm.” The man absolutely loved to travel and was glad that he had an unconventional job that gave him plenty of freedom to do what he wanted. “I can’t lie and tell you that it cool and rainbows. That shit was scary as fuck. Fun, but the scariest shit I’ve ever done. Or among the scariest. I done too many crazy shit.” he chuckled lightly. “It was so nice there, man. People are surprisingly friendly, it had amazing views and the culture if cool, too. There’s some very good looking women there, too. I was only there for four days though so I was only able to visit a few spots,”

James laughed. “It’s sounding more and more like maybe bungee jumping is not for me.” He looked at him with interest when he mentioned all the crazy things he had done. That was right, wasn’t Kendrick some kind of musician? Not that James knew anything about his music-- god knows what the hell kids were listening to these days-- but he recalled some excitement about Kendrick showing up in the town. “Three or four days doesn’t sound long at all. Quebec sounds like a nice vacation spot, maybe I’ll look into that instead of the bungee jumping. At least the wife would consider coming with me then-- You travel a lot, don’t you? What are some of your favorite places?”

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mrxwe‌:

“Yes,” he laughed. “You are too old.” He took a sip of his soda, shaking his head at the concern. “don’t worry. It’s nothing bad I promise. I uh.. I proposed to Ella last night, and she said yes.” Of course he wanted to tell his father before hand. Everyone he was sure knew he was thinking about it. Sienna went shopping with him one day so maybe she knew just how serious about it he was getting, but to finally pop the question? He was excite to tell his dad.

“Hey--!” James laughed, elbowing him playfully. He was not too old... Or, maybe he was. He felt it in his joints sometimes, but nothing made him feel older than his empty house. “You-- what?” A giant grin overtook his face. “And she said yes! Congratulations, son-- I hope you don’t think I’m too old to hug my kid, cause I’m doing it anyway.” He wrapped his arms around Mitch and pulled him in for a big hug.

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mrxwe‌:

He laughed and nodded. “No I remember that. I’m sure he’ll be fine, pops. We always were somewhere. They’ll find him out there.” He couldn’t imagine what it was like to lose a child somewhere. He would lose his damn mind and he knew Ella wouldn’t be far behind. 

“I sure hope so.” And he thought he was certain, but with every passing minute that the child remained missing, James grew more worried. Suddenly he threw his son a questioning look. “Where’s Ella?” It hadn’t occurred to him until now-- she wasn’t at the market. “Is she here at the festival?”

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mason-bennett‌:

“oh well then that could be a little bit of a problem.” he shrugged as he smiled at him. “oh no, you don’t need to worry about that.” he explained to him. “i don’t really enjoy talking about me anyways all that much, so it’s totally fine that we are talking about you all this time.” he mentioned. “yeah, yeah. i’ve been back for about three and a half months or so.” he explained. “i am not in school, actually. i work as a chef!”

James assumed the kid was just being kind. The Bennetts did a great job with their kids. “Well, welcome back. A chef? That’s quite the accomplishment!” At least he thought so? Not that he knew a whole lot of chefs, but reality television made it seem like a very intense profession. “Is that what you went to do in--...?” He trailed off, unable to remember where Mason had gone off to when he left town.

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noahharker‌:

“Your wife gonna be okay with that?” He said drinking more coffee. A home gym was something he was somewhat interested in, though Noah himself would never have anything like that. He was someone who spent his time working outside, so didn’t need it. “If you want help fitting it in your home, let me know.”

"She doesn’t spend a whole lot of time in the garage, so I don’t see why she wouldn’t be.” Or was there something he wasn’t considering? “Maybe I should check with her first-- I’m just looking for ideas, anyway, not seriously considering anything,” he said, closing the catalogue and turning back to his plate. “Thank you, though! I’ll definitely take you up on that offer, depending on what the wife says.” Cutting into his stack of pancakes, he continued, “So, it’s been what, about a year now, hasn’t it?” he asked, glancing at Noah. “How you settling in? Frostford treating you ok?”

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jmichxels‌:

jillian was never the type of girl who ate out at dinners, as a matter of fact she would have never been caught dead in one of these places. however, seeing as she doesn’t have a cooking bone in her body and having take out every single day for the past week was getting tiring at this point. so she decided to suck it up and deal with the greasy food and a rather noisy environment. jillian sat down at the counter, not trusting the booths here before her personal space was breached by the strange man. at first she was tempted push him away, but she held back and instead she raised her eyebrow at the question he asked. “no offense dude, but im a lady and even i think gardening is lame.” she laughed. “you should like, work on cars or something. you look like a guy who could get into that.”

James wasn’t some kind of hippie dippie kind of guy, but he was once again glad that his children were all grown and beyond this woman’s influence. He knew her to work at the high school, doing god knows what, but not for the first time, he hoped it was something with little influence over the children. Still, he only shrugged and slid the catalogue closer to his plate, to give her more space. “Gardening ain’t just for ladies, there’s entire families making a living out of that sort of thing around here.” He closed the catalogue and turned back to his breakfast, grinning when she spoke about cars. “That’s probably cause I’ve been into that. I grew up working on cars with my pops.” It had been the old man’s idea of bonding. “But this is a surprise. You’re not usually here at lunch time, Ms. Michaels.”

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reaganadler‌:

Reagan had gone to the diner to get some food because she didn’t feel like cooking herself and the diner had good food. She had gotten there and there were no tables available. She had almost turned around until she had seen Mr. Rowe sitting at a booth and she walked up and asked him if she could sit with him, which is how she found herself sitting there and talking with her best friend’s father. “Mr. Rowe, you think you can knit? I mean, doesn’t knitting involve math or somethin?”

"Does it?” James asked curiously, chewing on a strip of bacon. “That gives me an advantage then, doesn’t it? And I can sort of sew-- knitting and sewing are basically the same thing.” They definitely were. Knitting just involved bigger needles, and bigger threads. “But how are you doing? You seem well.”

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fabfreddiemay‌:

Though Freddie felt relieved, the moment his eye caught the other’s sat opposite him, he knew he had a lot of explaining to do. It had most definitely been a whirlwind half an hour, and entertaining at that. “Drug use?” Freddie repeated, his brows arched up into his forehead as he spoke. “Oh no hun, I get that I might seem crazy but.. I promise I’m not. Let me just..” He paused, in some attempt to gather his thoughts. “So I arranged to meet this really buff guy on Grindr and.. when he turned up he wasn’t actually the guy in the pictures and I panicked. I saw you sitting alone and I had to pretend that we were on this date. I’m sorry if I disturbed your alone time but, I also really appreciate you going along with me.” With a smile, Freddie then proceeded to hold out his hand so he was able to introduce himself properly. “Hi, I’m Freddie. Can I get you another coffee?”

Not drugs, Freddie insisted, although after the explanation he had just received, James still had to wonder about the drugs. “Okay, I’ll take your word on the drug thing for now, but--” James paused, looking around the small cafe, and realizing he was the only person who had been sitting alone, he skipped his first question and went on to ask the second. “Did you mean to say Tinder? And what, that man was using old pictures? Or someone else’s pictures entirely?” Because unless words went up and changed their meanings again, buff meant muscular, and the man who had walked out that door had been anything but. “Oh, don’t thank me, it was absolutely no problem, all I did was sit here and try not to look confused. But I will take you up on that coffee, Freddie, thank you. I’m James.” He shook the offered hand and grinned.

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mrxwe‌:

He huffed in laughter. “Ma would be so mad. Were we this much of a pain as kids? I mean I remember when we lost Lana once..” He tried to think about how any of the 4 of them were and if festivals were a bitch for them. It reminded him to buy more condoms. The last thing he was ready for was a child. 

James grinned at the question. “Oh yeah, a major pain in my ass, all of you, but we never stopped loving you.” And he missed them, all of them, so much. “None of you ever shut down an entire festival, but we did lose you a couple of times. Lana was the most memorable cause Gertie lectured the lot of you about taking better care of each other,” James said, laughing fondly at the memory. Maybe that was why he was so sure the kid would turn up. His own kids always had. “... Man, I hope that kid is found soon.”

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mrxwe‌:

Mitch stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He nodded at his father. “I get wanting us to stay put so it’s less people to weed through.” He was bored. He was happy to spend time with his family, but how was he supposed to spend quality time with his fiance if they weren’t even in the same place stuck for half the night.

James huffed and looked away from his son, scanning the small group gathered at the market. No sign of the kid. “I’m sorry. I get it, it’s just frustrating, them having us sit here doing nothing.” He wished he could do something to help. “I’m just glad your mother went home before this whole thing started. She would be losing her damn mind.” She was still worried, of course, but it was a lot easier to handle her freaking out over text than it was keeping her calm in person.

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rowcs‌:

     lana liked meeting up with her father. it was good for her to spend some time with someone who wouldn’t leave her and would love her unconditionally ( she had always been a bit of a daddy’s girl ), someone that had her back. 

     she was giving rosie, who that day was wearing a plush onesie with little bear ears, her bottle and chewing up a piece of bacon herself as her father flipped through the catalogue. “what, motorcycles ?” she asked, food in her mouth. “i mean, you could, but i’d like my daughter to have a grandpa. why don’t you try, like, macramé ? could be a fun activity for you and mom to take up together.” 

The grin on his face turned into a soft smile, his eyes full of fondness for his daughter. A grandpa. He was a grandpa now. James was still getting used to that, and the fact that he was now officially old. “You know, your mother told me the same thing back when we first discussed a motorcycle, but back then, she told me she wanted her kids to have a father.” Lana was so much like her mother, in ways that she may not even realize. James chuckled, looking at the little girl in his daughter’s arm, his granddaughter. “And now my grandkids need a grandfather.”

Realizing he was close to getting all emotional in the damn diner of all places, James suddenly sighed dramatically and closed the catalogue, turning back to his plate. “So that’s fine, I guess a motorcycle will never be in my future. I’ll survive.” He grabbed a piece of bacon, stabbed it into the egg yolk like some kind of animal, and shoved the whole thing in his mouth, turning to Lana with furrowed brows. “Macrame? I don’t like those, they taste funky and the texture is just--” He shuddered. He was thinking of macaroons.

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ella-montgomery‌:

“I’m not saying that.” Ella said as she looked at the catalogue again. “Just the risks, have you thought about that James?”  Ella asked with a soft smile as she shrugged. “Like what if the shute doesn’t open or the plane stops.” Ella said as she took another sip of her tea.

"Well-- there’s risks in everything you do. You can’t worry about that all the time, that’s no way to live life.” He sipped from his coffee cup, flipping to the next page of the catalogue. “So that’s a no on the skydiving. What do you think about skiing?”

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mrxwe‌:

Mitch just looked down at the magazine and shook his head. “Dad, no. Please for the love of god. You can’t wear that shit,” he laughed. Doing a weekly lunch was still one of his favorite things with his father. He had just swapped his schedules to overnights and it was the only time he seemed to have right now to tell him. “I wanted to uh.. to tell you somethin’.”

"What? You think your old man’s too old for a leather jacket?” he asked with a grin. James wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those, but the look on Mitch’s face made the joke worth it. “Uh, sure.” Concern creased his brow as he closed the catalogue. Mitch seemed serious all of a sudden. “Is everything alright?”

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sienna-rowe‌:

“Oh! Well that’s good then we know where everyone is. Your knee good?” She bumped her shoulder with his, trying to think of how nice it was to get to be here and actually have a conversation with her father. She could let her hair down a little bit, not worry so much about life. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing in the world to run home every time life got to be too much, but it was nice to know they’d always be there for her. 

“Oh my god, Daddy, he hit you with the buckle?” She’d known about the parenting tactics of her grandparents’ generation, but the Beaumont side of the family seemed a lot more…relaxed about those things.  “That’s horrible. Thank you for not doing that when we were kids.”

James nodded, agreeing with both statements, but mostly with the one about his knee. “It’s fine,” he assured her, not wanting to worry her. “You know how your mother is,” he added with a little shrug. Once she got an idea in her head, there was no talking her out of it, but to be fair, his knee was a little achey and stiff. He didn’t feel like he needed it; he could keep going for a couple hours more, but the brace would really make things easier. There was a hint of a smile on his face the longer the thought about his wife. Bless her, she was a saint.

“Not intentionally,” James clarified quickly. “No, no-- he wasn’t like that, forget I said that.” His father had mellowed out with age, so Sienna had never seen that side of him. And with his passing a few years past, James wanted his kids to remember their grandfather as a kind man. He sighed, and took her hand. “You know he loved you kids very much.” His eyes narrowed a bit, when he caught that girl looking at him again. James tugged at Sienna’s hand slightly, and nodded towards the girl. “Who is that?”

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markjxnes‌:

“Are you sure you trust my opinion?” Mark asked with a grin, looking down at the catalogue and shrugging. “But if anyone can make it, it’s you.” he added with a friendly pat on his friend’s shoulder. Mark always loved his weeks off the rigs, they felt like mini vacations in his own hometown where he could catch up with friends. One of those being James Rowe. “I mean, would you need any help? We could make it a weekend hobby like true old men.”

"I ain’t got much of a choice, seeing as I’m here with you, and I don’t wanna bother the nice young lady waiting on us today.” In spite of his words, he did truly trust Mark’s opinion. He’d always been the type to tell him shit straight to his face. James grinned at the compliment (at least he took it as one), and looked back at the catalogue. “Thanks, man. You don’t think it’s too much? The wife’s always wanted a deck, and with all the kids out of the house I finally got the time to do it.” He said time, but what he really meant was money. “Yeah, please, with your help I might get it done in a reasonable amount of time.”

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mason-bennett‌:

“That would definitely be fun! What else is there really to do around there? Have you looked into that?” He asked him. Maybe there would be some more family friendly amenities to the city he was speaking about. “Or maybe something romantic for you and the wife to do together!”

"I grew up here, I’ve seen and done it all,” he said, not entertaining the idea to stay in town for even a second. James was going to say more, but the idea of doing something romantic with his wife made him lose his train of thought. “Hm, that’s an idea.” James closed the catalogue and turned back to his plate. “Thank you, kid. Sorry, we’ve been talking about me this whole time-- how are you? How’s school, or whatever you’re doing?” After a pause, he added. “You came back to town not that long ago, didn’t you?”

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nora-kopf‌:

Nora let out a small laugh, looking at Mr. Rowe while shaking her head. “I think you would look pretty silly if you ask me.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But I think you should try it anyway.”

"What, why?” James looked back at the catalogue. “I’ve got a granddaughter now, I bet she would love magic tricks.” Grinning, he glanced back at Nora. “She’s still to young for got your nose, but someday she’s gonna love having quarters appear from behind her ear.”