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melody reed — 28 — bull wrangler & stripper — i put the ten in tennessee stop asking about my brother

[melody-reed]

beau-britton‌:

        “You know what they say…” he paused on that because he wasn’t really sure he was getting the right person, sounded like she meant Sherly Crow or someone but now she was old but skinny? “More cushion for pushin’…way better than ribs and that you know—” hands outlining both his collar bones. “When you see all that. You’re good. Close to Heather.” 

  "Well, thank you.” His comments were bordering on uncomfortable territory for Mel, but unlike the patrons at Magic City, she could tell his were coming from an earnest place. It wasn’t like there was an ulterior motive behind them, or at least not one she could readily see and steel herself for. “I will take that compliment and frame it in my compliment Hall of Fame. Heather, indeed.”

[melody-reed]

alice-miller‌:

“I know right?” Alice took the strawberry lollipop out of her mouth to say. She had watched the entire exchange, amused and somewhat jealous. Noone got her mixed up for a high schooler, ever. Well, people did in middle school. She was an early bloomer. Or rather, her breasts were. Her face aged averagely, her brain not at all. “You should totally drop that skincare routine, girl!”

"Oh god,” Melody shook her head. As if she had a routine, and not just a haphazard method for taking care of herself that depended on the day, amount of time she had before her next shift, and whether or not the next episode of Veep was queued up on Hulu. “I don’t know really, I just...use a lot of face masks? The ones that are like $2.50 at Target. That’s pretty much it cause I’m lazy as shit.” 

[melody-reed]

thenoreen‌:

“I mean I don’t wanna hurt your feelings, but like, I think she was being sarcastic.” In Nore’s professional opinion, if Mel was going to pass for 17, she’d definitely have to see at least a botox specialist. Probably also a stylist, but that was more of a general concern. “But I could be wrong, maybe she was just talking to me and thought it was too awkward to stop you.”

So maybe she was wearing denim overalls, a bright red, poufy floral shirt, and mud boots that went up to her knees; looking every inch the country bumpkin. Sue her, she had just come here straight from the ranch. “Hmmm...I don’t know about that. You’d probably pass for 21, at most,” Melody teased, knowing full well the younger girl was 22. She’d looked it up on her Wikipedia the other day. “I mean I’m no spring chicken, but an ego boost is always appreciated. The other day while I was crossing the road some guy called me little girl. Crazy, right?” She didn’t mention, of course, just how intoxicated said man had been.

[melody-reed]

shaungalloway‌:

Shaun’s brows rose at the comment, his expression one of sheer amusement —- she was someone he’d seen there a few times, having been sent out numerous times now to pick up his cousin. Admittedly his aunt didn’t like the fact he always did it on his motorcycle, but his cousin definitely didn’t mind. “You know, probably not what they were saying…” he commented.

Was he teasing her? Flirting? Melody couldn’t tell. Just on the off chance he was though, she did her best Scarlett O’Hara, jokingly. "Oh, don’t break my heart, mistah.” She flourished a hand wave to go with it. Which made things slightly awkward so she decided to drop the accent and go for a topic change. “You know, if I knew my job description would involve picking up my boss’s kid from school every other week I might not have signed up. Waiting around is so not my thing.”

[melody-reed]

eddiexanderson‌:

At her words, Eddie had to laugh, nodding his head almost knowingly —- it wasn’t often he was mixed up with someones Tinder date, but he supposed stranger things had happened. “Okay,” he answered with a small smile. “Yeah, I pretty much knew what I wanted to do from the word  go, much to my parents dismay.” He shrugged. “I’m sure you can get there.”

It was more tongue-in cheek the way Mel had said it, but he took her seriously. Encouragement usually rubbed Melody the wrong way, mostly because people who gave her encouragement did so in comparison to Avery, all sounding the same after a point; broken infomercials on repeat. You, too can be successful if only you try! One more reason she’d moved out of Nashville: to not have to listen these friends and extended relatives judge and hemm and haw at what she was doing with her life, the eventual looks of disappointment on their faces when they realised she too wasn’t some starflower ready to burst onto the country music stage. It was precisely at that moment she realised that Eddie’s lips had been moving, but she hadn’t been taking in what he’d said. A total zone out. “I’m so sorry, what were you saying?”

[melody-reed]

sebfoster‌:

“If i had to take a guess it was probably my roommate. He didn’t really like me coming into his room late last night high as kite looking for a cat… Probably him,” he answered with a light smile. Sure the question was rhetorical but he knew his roommate was out to get him.

Melody listened to him at length, and then offered one sole observation. “You’re British, aren’t you?” It was either that or he was from Maine. They always had weird accents up there.

[melody-reed]

maixnguyen‌:

Large doe eyes watched the older woman roam back and forth around the stables doing her work. May, herself, toyed with a piece of straw between her fingers as she pondered what exactly she had just asked out loud. 

“I guess they COULDjust be there to be there, but where is the fun in that?” She asked, tying the dead piece of grass in her fingertips into a loose knot. “Well, we know why paperweights are a thing. They weigh down paper! Frankly, I think that’s a little different because they do serve a purpose. Did you know, in Canada, they bought a GIANT rubber ducky just to float in one of their lakes forever? I think they named him and everything! He just .  . .Floats. What’s his purpose?”

"I think it’s just a toy and nothing more,” Mel said again, shrugging. “If there’s some secret lifehack to those things I haven’t found it yet. Then again the last time I had one I was probably two.” It wasn’t something she spent too much time thinking about, rubber ducks. “Really? They do? That sounds awfully Canadian of them and something I’d wanna see. Not sure I’d travel all the way to Canada for it though.”

[melody-reed]

hendersonheights‌:

“Be honest with me, I’m going to lose President of the PTA the second they realise this cup is usually full of vodka and coke and not coffee, aren’t I?” Summer was only half kidding when she said that seeing as she’d been known to spike her own latte with whiskey now and again and everybody already knew it.

"Summer, please,” Melody rolled her eyes, albeit softly. “No one cares. Half this town are functioning alcoholics. I never see Isabella’s mom without her flask and no one gives her any shit.” 

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[melody-reed]

derekxnichols‌:

‘We’ve been making shades of purple out of red and blue…’ 

Derek listened to the song as he roamed through the town with it BLASTING in his ears. He was lost in his own element, that’s how liked he. He liked being alone, lost in his head as he tried to forget the world around him. It was going well until he crashed into something causing a sudden HALT in his flow. He quickly turned around to look at EXACTLY who he had crashed into. 

“Sorry. ‘Guess I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He took the left earbud out then the right, pausing his song shortly after. “–Did you say something, love?” Did he [ [ c a r e ] ] what they said? No, but it is always polite to ask. 

Melody couldn’t help but laugh, witnessing it. The guy colliding with a little girl pulling a Radio Flyer wagon, loaded up with all kinds of things. The girl’s immediate instinct was to cry, and now Mel felt bad for laughing, but even as she did, she approached to help. “It’s okay kiddo, here,” she picked up a handful of runaway lemons, handing them to the girl, along with a few papers that had scattered. Some more had rolled into the quiet street ahead, and Mel looked at the guy taking his earphones off. “Do you mind grabbing those lemons over there? Before someone has a particularly horrendous fruit-based accident.” 

[0637]

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I keep hearing you’re concerned about my happiness.

[melody-reed]

Melody’s Abode ~

2 bedrooms, 2 bath

Melody lucked out in finding a property that belonged to a former Playboy playmate during the eighties. It was the heart-shaped tub in the master bedroom that sold her, and she’s been living in the place for over 1 year now. 

Not pictured: Melody’s overflowing closet, full of everything from her ranch gear, stripper outfits, and everyday outfits. Bikinis in varying stripes and polka dot patters of every colour also present.

there are various photos of the previous house-owner on the walls of the home; this is one of the more tame variants. 

mel’s own tastes are evident in the bedroom with various art and posters decorating it: 1, 2, 3

the old woman next door keeps coming over at odd hours to talk, inconveniencing mel greatly when she’s trying to have some personal time and/or is soaking in the tub absorbed in one of her books.

she has no pets, but is seriously considering a cat.

the only downsides of her home is that the wi-fi does not work in several rooms (dining room, guest bathroom), and also that the milkman aggressively hits on her. 

the milkman looks like gary busey with a mullet.

mel had a grand plan of throwing parties at her new pad every weekend, but all her nashville friends are ‘too busy’ every time she asks. 

the closest she’s gotten to anything resembling a party is inviting coworkers from the ranch for drunk banter and a barbecue. 

[melody-reed]

maixnguyen‌:

“SO!” Mai began, looking at her strawberry milkshake as she kicked her feet in time to the ticking of the imaginary clock in her head.. “I was watching a [ [ H a r r y  P o t t e r ] ] marathon, as one does from time to time, and Arthur Weasley asked a question. He asked, ‘What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?’ And I know what you’re thinking, ‘It’s a duck and it’s [ [ r u b b e r ] ]’ but I think it is SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT! Can you imagine? It just bobs around, being, well…a rubber duck! But, what is its [ [ f u n c t i o n ] ], you know? Is it for comfort? Is it to check water levels? Is it for [ [ a e s t h e t i c s ] ]? There’s so many things that it could be for…” She took a long sip of her milkshake, swirled it with her straw twice, then turned to face the person next to her. 

“What do YOU think the function of a rubber duck is?”

Rubber duck. Rubber dick. The word association flowed freely into her head as Melody hauled bales of straw from one end of the stables to the other. Though that was not of course what was being discussed here. Her mind was partially on what Mai was saying, partially on her shift tonight at Magic City, though she tried to keep it mostly on Mai. She didn’t do that on purpose; she was just a shitty listener. 

“I don’t know what the function of a rubber duck is. Maybe they’re just there to be there,” Mel shrugged, straightening up, heaving a sigh and wiping the sweat off her forehead. “You know, like why are paper weights a thing. Who invented them. It’s dumb.” 

[melody-reed]

Weather & Bath bomb

Weather - What do you love most?

Myself. Duh.

Bath bomb - What is the best form of self care?

Copious amounts of Merlot, a bubble bath soak, a Spotify easy listening playlist, and a Johanna Lindsey. This is my choice of the week.

[melody-reed]

Romcom & Sunset - how's your brother doing?

Romcom - Is your story a comedy or tragedy?

It’s definitely a Jim Carrey comedy, where he gets crapped on in life over and over and over until he breaks down into hysteria induced psychosis, and either turns into god or puts on a green mask and terrorizes everybody. Yeah. It’ll end like that.  

Sunset - how's your brother doing?

[acuratedlife]

[melody-reed]

beau-britton‌:

        Just passing by, his old stomping grounds was a haunt all in and of itself. Memories thick flying like the flag on the fourth of July. (Also a shit grin inducing first time bj from Ashley O. in the gym’s locker room that at the time still had a poster of Heather Locklear from the 1800′s or whenever…Ashley O. and Heather…like two pea’s today). 

     Stopping full force at a whistle—hot damn did it bring him back. Felt guilty for even standing put but also felt like some kind of ruler situation was coming up should he move. Then he heard someone talking to him? Or talking out loud…not a pedo creep alert so that was good, just one of the mom’s dropping off. “Almost. Little old but you got that bang thing going. Could pass in the 80′s for sure. Heather Locklear kiss my ass.” (He might’ve had a one track mind…) 

A blush coloured her cheeks even though Mel wasn’t one to usually do so. “Thanks.” She looked down, then back up at him again, sure she’d seen him around town somewhere, possibly hauling busted tyres into a pickup. “I can’t touch Heather though. Maybe a more frumpy Phoebe Cates.”