pardon my goddamn french

she/her. hot dogs pay the bills.

[jkavinsky]

I’m a bad bitch

[madixlauder]

date: july 4th, 1997 location: prosper park availability: closed || @maevecolmer​

She watched the familiar older men hootin’ and hollering with narrowed eyes. The fourth of July brought out all the good and the bad of Lockhorn County. The latter was putting a full on display in front of her as the thought crossed her mind. Willow made a face but kept her mouth shut. After all, her own family could be quite rambunctious and frankly, unpredictable at times. She was in no place to judge. That was until she saw one of them toss a beer can on the ground and walk away. “Hey! Hey, pick that up!” She called after them, crossing over to where they stood a few moments before. Willow picked the can up and just as she was about to hurl it at one of their heads, Maeve came into her line of sight.

“That’s your family right?” She asked, tone heated and the hand holding the crushed can pointed toward the men who were nearly out of sight at that point. “Here, this belongs to them. There’s a trash can every five fuckin’ feet in this park. Tell them to use one.” Willow huffed. Few things pissed her off as much as littering did, it was an instant rage trigger. Maeve probably didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of it, but Willow wasn’t thinking about niceties.

[maevecolmer]

July 4th didn’t really mean much to Maeve, it was hard to feel particularly patriotic with her lot in life and it seemed to be just another excuse for her uncles to get wasted, acting like assholes as if they needed an excuse for that. She felt fortunate that her cousins had managed to find some fireworks elsewhere, because one of the few things that could be refreshing on a warm night like this was drinking a few beers herself.

As Maeve polished off her first beer of the night, she could hear some commotion coming from nearby and her uncle Russ leaving walking away, too drunk or just unwilling to really notice other than waving off the girl behind him, Willow. It’d be a lie to say Maeve hadn’t noticed Willow before, at school back when that was a part of her life. Willow tone was pointed and while Maeve knew that she was right, Russ really sucked, the way the Colmers in Lockhorn County had been treated was unfair in Maeve’s eyes and something that made any criticisms about them to her strike a nerve.  

“Oh, sure thing, darlin’” She said sarcastically, arm stretched out to take the crushed can. “Should I tell ‘em the moody hippie threw a hissy fit over it? I thought y'all were about peace and love and shit.” She took a step closer, the beer can slipping a bit as her palms began to sweat, only for her to squeeze it a bit tight. “You’re right, okay? But cut the fuckin’ disrespect to my family.”

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

[auddie00]

I can’t wait until I can get out of here. I can’t wait. You think it’s gonna be easy? You’ll leave, you’ll be free. I never thought anything would be easy.

[maevecolmer]

who: closed (self-para) when: july 4, 1993

tw: intoxication

it was a real humid day, the kind that made everything and everyone move a lot slower. not at all an ideal day to be outdoors under the boiling sun doing yard work and yet, that’s just where maeve found herself, wiping away the sweat on her forehead. bernie had insisted on doing it himself but after weeks of nagging, and finally finding bernie wasted on the tattered couch that stayed outside their trailer, maeve knew she had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.

perhaps it was the lonliness of summer, the misplaced feelings of what should've been her post graduating year but now had just become another season of nothingness, that made her feel like she could air things out to the passed out lump of flesh that was her father. "you know, i had the weirdest dream, daddy." she said, her words cut through a venomous tone. "last night, i had this dream, and i saw myself sleepin' in my bed and like i was floatin' outside my body, literally floating up. i saw you lyin' there, like a lazy piece of shit." she looked over to him, the similarities to the version of him in the dream were striking. "and i was up there, on the top of trailer and i gotta say, in my dream, it was so much easier to breathe without you crowdin' up my air."

[lizzieforbes]

BETH CASSIDY IN EVERY EPISODE  → episode one “Coup d'État”

[lisaveronica]

Marlo Kelly in Nobody Hangs Out Anymore

[maevecolmer]

hellweeks​:

alex shrugged, leaning further onto the counter. “well, this woman from out of town made me spend a solid twenty minutes explaining premium gas to her, ‘cept i don’t know what the fuck premium gas is, so i just started making shit up,” alex recounted. anyone looking for a wealth of information about anything related to alex’s job should know better than to ask alex. she couldn’t even tell you which liquor was the best on the shelf; she’d just point to something at random, ‘cause it was all the same to alex. of course, here was a question alex would at least try to answer, though she wasn’t entirely sure. “ah, shit… that’s like half of ‘em. mars bar? milky way?” she offered, watching as maeve began counting the change. she snorted when maeve suggested a place devoid of middle-aged men; “haven’t seen one yet, but if you find one, lemme know. god,” she imagined it somewhat wistfully. “someone pissing you off?” 

**

"that's a good question, i don't know shit about fuck..hopefully that means she paid more." it was hard not to have some resentment towards though who had the means to leave Lockhorn County whenever they chose, or to judge them for willingly showing up here in the first place, the least they could endure was being gouged a little. "good sales tactic." she couldn't help but wonder if it was alex's own history with the church that made it so easy to bullshit her way through, maeve had learned it from her dad. "that's the one!" maeve confirmed, "milky way. my cousin loves 'em." her eyes went to the bars and tried to eye a price, hoping that her change was at least exactly enough, and luck was on her side for now. about fuckin' time. "fuckin' hilbilly beavis and butthead." she started, her uncles and all the stupid shit they did and said playing over, or how annoying it was for her to have to drag herself back here so a kid can feel a reward. "it's fine, how's home for you?" it was vague enough that alex had lots of wiggle room out of truly answering, but maeve knew the truth, pastor ken was a fuckhead. if anyone had deserved room to vent, certainly the two of them fit.

[maevecolmer]

thatguyriggs​:

-

Why? Riggs made a face, like he didn’t expect her to ask that. “This is a weird way of sayin’ ‘thanks for doing the boring part of the job for me’,” he joked. Then Maeve went on. This isn’t some fuckin’ women can’t count sexism is it? Cause that shit won’t fly with me. Riggs chuckled, and his lips eased into a smile before he spoke again. “Trust you me, last thing I wanna do is underestimate you.” Riggs thanked his lucky stars every day they worked together that Maeve wasn’t anything like her daddy. Being raised by Bernie, he figured she knew how to dish some damage if she really wanted. “I know you can count,” he assured her. “I just…” Wanted to do it just ‘cause? No, that was suspicious. Riggs tried to think up another explanation for his ‘altruism’. “–wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya ‘cause I got you a shit present for your birthday a coupla of months ago.” Boom. There it was. A solid excuse. Back in April, he had found out it was Maeve’s birthday the day of at work after Jason had made some dumb comment about her clock tickin’ away. Riggs had given her a stray stick of gum from jacket pocket then because it was all he had on him and said he owed her something better in the future. This was the future wasn’t it? Wham bam thank you ma’am, look how all that turned out. “That alright?” He asked.

**

it seemed for a moment, while studying his features to figure out how serious he was aka how badly she would have to kick his ass, that his face changed, the sardonic mask broken for a moment? "fuckin' right about that." she confirmed but was willing to ease off when she heard his reasoning. her birthday? her stance shifted to the other foot for a moment, being the caretaker in her family, the mature child of an immature parent, she was usually on the other side of presents and the thought of someone getting her something? and being worried it was shit? it was an annoying reminder of how foreign that was to her. also that she didn't even remember his birthday. "no, don't be lame, just split a six pack with me or somethin'." she said, hoping her less critical eyes were enough to get them back to their regular dynamic. "fine, inventory's all yours. when's your birthday anyway? am i a dick for not knowin'?"

[dramastream]

야차 Yaksha: Ruthless Operations (2022) dir. Na Hyun

[onlyheda]

[thatguyriggs]

WHO: @maevecolmer​ WHERE: Hometown Hotdogs WHEN: June 1997

Living at your place of work was… strange. Probably even more strange when the people you worked with didn’t know you lived there. Riggs wouldn’t even consider it living, really. He just slept there is all. It wasn’t like he was going to toss a Welcome mat outside of the storeroom door and start listing Hometown Hotdogs as his place of residence. Still, he didn’t need anyone knowing that he was sleeping there though. Especially anyone he worked with. Jason, his manager, in particular. Then again it wasn’t like he’d be all that jazzed if Maeve found out he’s been resting his head on a pack of hotdog buns at night. Probably give him all sorts of grief he didn’t need. So when Boss Man went on that morning about inventory needing doing and the new shipment of ‘dogs and buns needing to be put away, Riggs very casually, very unsuspiciously jumped at the opportunity while he was cutting up some pickles. “Hey, uh, I’ve got inventory covered. Don’t you worry ‘bout it. You can stay up here and prep and I’ll do all the borin’ countin’, inhaling all of the fumes from the toxic rat shit back in there.”

[maevecolmer]

despite how much she really didn’t enjoy her job at Hometown Hotdogs, there were two things that made it bearable, one of course, was the money, which was more of a necessity than an actual perk. the second, was Riggs and the fact that they both got along so well, smartasses stuck dodging questions what’s actually in the hot dog meat or whatever. she knew this wasn’t either of their dream, which is part of why being a team member in this mattered so much. “you mean you’d rather inhale toxic rat shit?” she asked, eying him suspiciously. sure they helped each other, but that’s not what this felt like, not completely. “why?” she had a hand on her hip as the other rested on the counter while she leaned against it, until she could figure out what his whole...whatever was.

“this isn’t some fuckin' women can’t count sexism is it? cause that shit won’t fly with me.” she said a little more abrupt, but the sexist voice of Bernie Colmer unfortunately had not totally died with him and she was ready for more of the same. 

[shesnake]

and this classic

[starrrling]

who: @maevecolmer​ when: post-jump where: the hot stop

you know, another day, another several hours behind the bullet-proof glass of the hot stop counter, waiting for her shift to be over. the most exciting part of alex’s day was usually watching the middle schoolers try and steal gum from the shelves without getting caught - and mostly alex just lets ‘em, ‘cause she doesn’t make enough to stop ‘em. unless, of course, she’s in a shitty mood, then she’ll say she’s calling the cops and watch the kids go all pale and run. it’s a little funny. not that there are any middle schoolers in right now - just maeve colmer. “welcome to the hot stop,” alex says as maeve enters the gas station and the little bell above the door rings unceremoniously. “let me know if you need help finding anything.” not particularly enthusiastic, but in fairness, it’s not a big fucking gas station. nothing is all that hard to find in the first place. still, you know: it’s part of the script. whatever. 

[maevecolmer]

it had been a day of slinging hot dogs that felt longer than usual for maeve, the same faces with the same orders not providing any sort of stimulation for the brunette. she entered the doors of the gas station, a frequent stop for her despite not owning a car. “cool, thanks.” maeve responded with a similar even tone, not because she wasn’t grateful but from knowing how the whole customer service shit went, alex didn’t really care right? it’s just some gas station gig, that’s how maeve felt every time she asked about fuckin’ mustard or whatever, if it wasn’t for the cash, why bother? “busy day?” she asked the other, more for polite conversation and maybe a story about someone’s embarrassing purchase. 

“um, maybe actually.” she mentioned at the counter, her fingers running along the area with the lottery tickets hidden underneath. “i’m looking for, this candy bar, it’s name has something about space...and it’s some caramel shit.” vague, but it’s the one her youngest cousin requested, and also the one his father ate before the kid even saw it. “and maybe a map to an area where middle aged men are fuckin’ extinct, if that’s a thing.” she reached through the pockets of her jeans that were faded four years ago and took whatever change she had and set it on the counter, already counting it up while the packets of cigarettes called to her with a siren song, if enough change allowed for it. 

[satanstorm]

[bangurz]

[ojibwa]