Duke of Dixieland

Preston Donahue. Of the Donahue family. The Beauchamps? I don't know them.

[prestondonahue]

“I don’t understand why anyone would buy generic cereal when they can buy the brand name. Generic tastes, well, generic. Just pay for the brand.” @frostfordstart​

[prestondonahue]

botennyhq​:

“Do you have… any other tips on how I could help with a sunburn?” Bo asked the person in front of him at Dixie Drug. Crowded in his arms were at least six bottles of aloe vera, all because his mama had called his sunburn simply atrocious. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to getting sunburnt while working at the orchard, but the first sunburn of the hotter season always made mama a little nervous. “I have a feeling this… ain’t gon’ cut it.” @frostfordstart​

Preston turned around, seeing Bo. “Well, don’t you look...crispy.” He looked at the bottles of aloe vera in his arms. “Why don’t you try half of that and, off the top of my head, wear sunscreen? You look like the Koolaid man shot himself with PEDs.”

[prestondonahue]

honeyjefferson​:

Status: Open Location: Bushels 

@frostfordstart​

Though Camille wasn’t speaking full words yet, she was fully pointing at what she wanted and snatching things off of the shelf from her secure seat on the shopping car if her mother got close enough, today was no different. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. She’s realizin’ that her hands are magical these days..” she said, realizing that her aforementioned daughter had literally reached over and took someone’s car keys. Honey took the keys back from Camille and held them out to the rightful owner, letting out a gentle sigh in the process. “I’m gonna have to teacher her that is not okay..” she’d truly hoped that the person wouldn’t be too upset at a one year old.

Preston was out shopping at Bushel’s, grabbing snacks to stash away in his room. He was not about to share his special treats with anyone. They could buy their own food. As he went down the aisle, he saw Honey Jefferson coming down the same aisle with her daughter. As he was grabbing something from the top shelf, he didn’t notice his keys sliding out of his pocket until Honey offered them back to him. “Yes, you do. It’s not cheap to replace the fob of a Mercedes. Which I would have absolutely expected you to cover.”

[prestondonahue]

zach-delgado​:

“It’s funny you should mention that because I did in fact wake up in a gay bar in Montgomery.” He ran a hand across his neck sheepishly. “Normally I don’t but sometimes when you’re going through it, it just happens. It hasn’t happened since I was in my twenties but hey, go with the flow, right?”

“Ew.” He face scrunched up in disgust. “You went to Montgomery? That’s horrible.” He didn’t understand the things people did sometimes, but this was too much. “Something as degrading as that has never happened to me. And I was in a fraternity.”

[prestondonahue]

masonduchanne​:

@prestondonahue​

Mason nearly dove right into the speech he had been preparing since he started his walk over to the DAR building - some charming little anecdote about getting an extra sandwich by mistake, destined for Lyla’s hands - but the words stopped short of their tracks the moment he saw Preston standing where he the other Donahue was usually stationed. The grin slipping off of his expression for only a moment  before the man caught himself. “Preston! Wasn’t expectin’ to see you here. You volunteerin’ this afternoon too, or…?” Mason’s words faded away - nervous for a reason he couldn’t quite seem to place. “I was just, uh - bringin’ lunch.” 

Preston was standing straight, arms across his chest when Mason Duchanne came up to him with a smile and brightness that made Preston uncomfortable. “Settle down. I’m only here because I had no choice. Why are you here though?” That was the better question. Mason was too excited to be at the DAR building, well for someone who clearly didn’t look like a daughter.

[prestondonahue]

persimmonkennedy​:

“Absolutely,” Persimmon murmured, tucking her hand into his arm, smiling warmly up towards him as they began walking through the orchard. She was quiet for a moment before clearing her throat. “It’s so nice of you to come on by– is it your first time on the orchard? I know you said you don’t know ‘bout cherry pickin’, but you’ve come over before, haven’t you?” she asked, not quite remembering. “Either way, I’m glad you came by.” She waited another moment. “I was surprised I didn’t hear from you after we went out the other night. Just ‘cause I thought it went well.” She grimaced– did she sound desperate? She shouldn’t have said anything. “–Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve brought it up, we don’t have to talk ‘bout that– I just don’t know what I did wrong? And maybe it’s something I can remember to do or not do next time I’m on a date,” she explained, cheeks flushing red. 

Preston slowly walked alongside Persimmon, leading her along, but letting her have as much control over where they went as she wanted. After all, he didn’t know where to go, and she probably had walked through the orchard so many times she didn’t really need him at all. “It’s not my first time at the orchard, but I hardly paid attention while here. I can feel the peacefulness of the trees though.” The moment Persimmon’s words hit Preston’s ears, he felt ashamed of how he had acted. He had meant to text her, but the service had been so awful it slipped his mind, and by the time the thought returned, too much time had passed. “I-”, he started off, pausing as he tried to find the right words to say. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Persimmon. I-wasn’t pleased with our service that night and that’s all I could think about. The date was the issue, not the company. In fact it was, well, I hadn’t enjoyed the company of another woman as much as I had with...you.” He stopped their walk, turning to face her. “I’m sorry I let you feel that way. That was not my intention and I hope you can forgive the actions of a fool. Because anyone who doesn’t make you smile never deserved to see it in the first place.”

[prestondonahue]

zach-delgado​:

“I have no actual reasoning behind the glitter other than I woke up like this and the glue won’t come off, but you have to admit, it looks damn good.” Zach chuckled and let the light catch the glitter and gemstones on his face. “Word of advice though, be careful how much you drink because you may wake up in a bar in a different town.”

@frostfordstart​

Preston raised an eyebrow, wondering what even kind of life Zach was living. “You look like a Blizzard from Dairy Queen. Emphasis on queen. But I don’t have to worry about my drinking. I know how to handle my alcohol in a public setting. I don’t overindulge.”

[prestondonahue]

persimmonkennedy​:

“You’re very welcome, Preston,” Persimmon replied with a polite smile as he walked away– she started to continue on her way when she heard him come back towards her. She turned her face up towards him, raising her eyebrow, wondering if he’d changed his mind or some reason– was it her? Could he not even stand to be on the same property as her and was deciding to just leave empty-handed. A million thoughts ran through her head, expecting the worst– she blinked in surprise, adjusting her sunglasses awkwardly. “–Oh– yes, of course, I’d love– I’d be happy to.” Persimmon gave him a bright smile. “You’ll just have to be my eyes, if you don’t mind?”

Preston let out a sigh of relief. “Oh good.” He was still peeved that his mother sent him to get cherries for her. As if she just knew he had nothing to do that day. Well, he didn’t really have anything to do most days, with his friends from college now scattered all over the country. Getting married. Having babies. Oh god did he fall for another set-up? Not that he would complain. Maybe this would be better than being around people who could upset Preston with their mediocrity. “Shall we?” He asked, holding out his arm and giving Persimmon’s a gentle nudge to allow him to escort her through the cherry trees.

[prestondonahue]

trcilertrxsh​:

“Dating up?”

“Don’t get me wrong. Not very far up. But up. For you.”

[prestondonahue]

kotawilson​:

With: @prestondonahue​

“Alright,” Dakota began, “I’ve got to admit, I’m somwehat surprised you came out to this.. but at the same time, not really.” 

“After starting the auction off with Flowers in the Attic, I have to see what else tonight could bring.”

[prestondonahue]

# for persimmon

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[prestondonahue]

# persimmon

coltonrollins said to prestondonahue:

# for persimmon

Name:

Persimmon <3

Photo:

Ringtone:

Back To December - Taylor Swift

Last Text:

Preston: I will see you at 7.

Preston: Looking forward to our date.

[prestondonahue]

#aileen

Name:

Heather Phang

Phone Picture:

Ringtone:

Candy Store - Heathers (The Musical)

Last message sent:

Preston: Gertie gave me ‘the look’. She knows something big.

Preston: Hope it’s about you.

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trcilertrxsh‌:

“I mean, I don’t think that’s for anyone else to decide except for the two of us…?”

“True, I suppose. Good for you though, dating up in life.”

[prestondonahue]

theotheraldrich‌:

“Don’t say sex and throwdown in the same sentence if you ain’t offerin’.” 

“That’s adorable. You think you could hang with me. Poor Christopher. Dream on.”

[prestondonahue]

tomscheffer4prez‌:

“Oh yes, it’s me.” Thomas’ lips spread into a larger smile that dimpled the sides of his cheek, always incredibly pleased to be such a pebble in someone’s shoe. And there was no other shoe he enjoyed the most, than Preston’s. The guy simply provided as the best source to bother. Always got so worked up over things and that was his favorite past time– to rile someone up. Usually he preferred to needle at women because they were always so flail-y and huffy and it was kind of sexy to see them get pink in the cheeks, breathing fire. But Preston was an exception to the cause. “Preston, you have been and will always be my GREATEST LOVE,” this wasn’t necessarily an accomplishment by any means, however, considering Thomas said this to multiple people every single day of his life, and would mean it, too, “and that’s a really cool story, really I’d love to hear all about it later sometimes… But for now, I asked if you’re going to play.” Thomas gave an encouraging nod towards the Jenga blocks and scooted his chair in closer to the table even. 

Was this God’s way of punishing Preston for casting his judgments on others? Was Thomas even real? Or was he just a hallucination the entire town had to suffer through? “Fine, I’ll play. How hard could a simple game of Jenga be?” Naturally, Preston did not care about the games, so he didn’t actually pay attention that this wasn’t just an ordinary game of Jenga. He was going to have to give out way more information than he planned. “I’ll start.” He pulled out a block. Easy. Until he noticed some words written on it. “Is this some even wore version of this game? Do the running man? No thanks. I’d rather just take the punishment.” He put the block on top.

[trcilertrxsh]

@frostfordstart

“Okay…so…here’s the thing,” Babs says, briefly biting her lower lip as her eyes flick over the other person’s face, as if gauging for a hint of what their reaction could be. 

“I’m dating Nash Gordon,” she admits slowly, sure the information would come as a surprise since the two of them had managed to keep their fling effectively under wraps for the greater part of two months. 

“And I’ll just…allow that a moment to set in…”

[prestondonahue]

Preston was already into his fourth cocktail. They weren’t bad. What was bad was that Barbaric Chaffer was walking up to him. “Oh god I’m not drunk enough to-” He was cut off by a very genuine profession of her relationship status with one Nash Gordon. “Oh...ew. Isn’t he too old for you?”