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“  well,  don't  let  anybody  else  know,  but  they  never  stood  a  chance.  you're  the  only  one  i  trust  to  win  any  kind  of  contest.  ”    he  winks.  bad  form  not  to  dance  with  his  engagement,  heath  thinks,  fake  or  otherwise. the kind of thing that got people talking. the kind of thing he's trying hard to avoid, for maika.  “  you  got  an  iron  will  in  there.  ”  hands  curve  over  her  waist,  the  movement  natural  after  three  years.  the  kind  of  closeness  that  had  recently  been  reserved  only  for  the  public  view.  the smile he's got on dims just a little,  something  about  her  words  hitting  him  right  in  the  gut  —  a  reminder  that  he  was  here  to  fulfill  a  duty  to  her.  “  i  know,  darlin'.  i've got you. i'll  put  on  the  performance  of  a  lifetime.  ”

closed starter, midsummer jubilee ( heath eaton )

where: dancing competition

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" come on, heath... " soft fingers tugged at his arm, pulling eaton into the dance floor after they had put their names on the competition. " for a second i thought you'd end up picking some other girl for this" she teased, a hint of jealousy after seeing two girls volunteer themselves to dance with him earlier. " just when i picked my best dressed " the tight, dark blue fabric fit her curves perfectly. " three years of practice should be enough to win this " her arms slowly wrapped around his neck, no space left between their bodies as green eyes lingered on his. " hold me like you mean it, these people think we're engaged " the three cans of beer had loosened maika, enough for her to desire those blissful instants, his touch and company.

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the  best  part  of  being  back  in  wicklow  were  these  little  traditions.     mostly  because  it  meant  the  entire  town  was  having  fun  for  once,  instead  of  going  rook,  you  better  behave!  he  has  no  such  reservations  with  cale,  though.  had  seen  the  other  sitting  down  and  made  his  way  straight  towards  him,  taking  a  spot  on  the  picnic  table  and  reaching  for  a  slice  of  watermelon  all  without  a  single  word  spoken.  “  you're  something  else.  ”  he  finally  speaks  after  swallowing,  grinning  as  cale  seasons  fruit  with  alcohol.  teasing  aside,  he's  grabbing  a  new,  tequila-laced  slice.  what  kind  of  man  would  he  be  if  he  didn't  support  his  friend's  homemade  recipe?  “  any  other  plans  for  today  after  boozy  watermelon?  ”

Where: Wicklow Lake for Midsummer Jubilee

For: Anyone

This event was a tradition. And honestly, if you weren't in attendance everyone knew. Not that Cale disliked these kinds of things, he didn't mind them actually. But just as a general rule one definitely had to attend. He had no complaints as the repetition was comfort for the male. Here he was relaxing on a picnic table with a fresh slice of watermelon. The perfect food for the summer, at least in his mind. One thing was missing though and just as those thoughts wandered in the man's brain - they were soon brought into the open air. "You know I think I may have the thing to make this perfect. I should have brought my own and soaked it beforehand but this will make do. Beggars can't be choosers." After swallowing, he gracefully slid his trusty flask out of his pocket and basically sprinkled the liquid on to the fruit. Then taking another bite- The Tequila from the flask seemingly mixing well. It was the perfect summer boozy treat. "Now, that hits the spot."

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heath  could  run  into  a  burning  building  no  problem,  but  singing?    being  a  spectator  here  was  more  his  style.  the  two  beers  he'd  had  were  far  from  enough  liquid  courage  to  get  him  to  start  belting  —  karaoke  was  always  more  of  a  ‘at  home  with  exactly  3  other  trusted  people’  event.  he's  nodding  along  to  søren's  ramblings,  half-listening  and  half-considering  what  excuse  he's  going  to  give  for  getting  out  of  here  soon  enough.  “  yeah?  my  fiance's  from  oslo.  should  have  her  sing  a  tune  or  three  and  test  your  theory  out.  ”  maika  would  probably  kill  him,  but  better  her  jump  on  stage  than  him.  brows  raise.  “  you  want  high  notes  and  i'm  the  person  you're  callin'  for  it?  at  least  tell  me  what  song  is  it  you're  plannin'  on  blasting  full  volume.  ”

✱         closed   starter  for  everyone :   [ utp ! ]

                location : open  mic .

two   drinks   ago,   getting   up   on   that   stage   would   have   been   an   impossible   task.   now   that   søren   holmström   —   wicklow's   resident   dad,   surgeon,   and   scandinavian   —   was   sufficiently   tipsy   he   was   ready   for   anything.   there   was   some   footage,   somewhere   at   the   bottom   of   a   memory   box,   of   him   belting   out   an   ABBA   three - song   medley   at   his   wedding,   but   he   would   keep   that   safely   tucked   away   ...   alongside   his   ring   and   the   memory   of   a   love   that   wasn't   built   to   last.   “a   lot   of   scandinavians   can   sing,   you   know,”   he   wasn't   sure   where   he   was   going   with   his   point   ;   he   wasn't   one   of   them.   “björk.   a - ha.   me   and   the   lead   singer   aren't   too   different   in   age,   you   know.   you've   never   seen   me   and   morten   harket   in   the   same   room.”   when   the   starry - eyed   performer   in   front   of   them   left   the   stage,   he   moved   to   take   their   place.   “come   up   with   me.   i'll   need   somebody   to   help   with   the   high   notes.”

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OLIVER QUEEN SMALLVILLE | 10.05 “Isis”

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MOTORHEADS (2025-)

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RANSOM CANYON — 01.05, I Love a Good Secret

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MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

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Our Unwritten Seoul 미지의 서울 (2025) Dir. Park Shin Woo – Ep. 7

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Callum Turner as Joe Rantz The Boys in the Boat (2023) | dir. George Clooney

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU 1999 — dir. Gil Junger

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ADULTS (2025-) S01E08―The Mail

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★  ‧₊˚  ⋆  callum turner.  cis man.  he / him  …  now  playing:  cold cold cold by cage the elephant  —  oh  ,  that  ?   might  be  heath eaton  ,  a  thirty five  year  old  firefighter  who’s  been  hanging  around  wicklow  ridge  for  three years  ,  just  long  enough  to  stir  up  some  trouble  if  you  ask  me.  they’re  a  regular  at  maple & main  ,  always  going  on  about  “look, sometimes you gotta light some fires to learn how to put them out”  like  it’s  gospel.  around  town  ,  folks  say  they’re  diligent  &  charming  —  but  when  they  think  no  one’s  listening  ?  it’s  more  like  impulsive  & reclusive.  are  the  rumors  true  ?  maybe  not  …  but  it  sure  makes  life  around  here  a  little  more  interesting. 

name. heath jonah eaton. nickname(s). none. age. thirty five birthday. april 17th. zodiac. aries ( western ), horse ( eastern ). birthplace. small town texas. gender & pronouns. cis man & he/him. orientation. heterosexual-ish. spoken languages. english ( fluent, native ), american sign language ( fluent ). education. associate’s in fire science. occupation. firefighter.

mother. hannah joan claymont, alive. father. elias james eaton, alive. siblings. younger sister, wanted connection. pets. dobermann named princess, though she's currently living with his mom.

height. six feet two inches. hair. light brown, wavy. eyes. grey-blue. piercing(s). none. tattoo(s). a few scattered throughout his chest. scar(s). scar on abdomen from falling off a horse as a kid. burn scar on his left shoulder from a job gone wrong about a year ago. voice. southern lilt is evident and strong still. almost melodic voice. wardrobe. scuffed boots and worn jeans aplenty, for heath, wardrobe’s all about practicality first and aesthetics second. scent. natural scent is almost woody. signature cologne has notes of sage and geranium.

grew up in his family's ranch and always expected to end up inheriting it ; he's never been a very adventurous, open person. from youth, home has been his favorite place. he loved being surrounded by his family and loved working with the ranch's horses. you may or may not have seen him in a few rodeos.

in recent years, though, his parents have divorced (amicably), the ranch has been sold, and he's taken odd jobs until finally deciding on firefighter — a childhood dream he'd thought would only go as far as getting a fire science degree for the fun of it. on the one hand, he's happy he's been able to shed his need for comfort and try to follow other interests. on the other, it's hard not to feel like his life's been turned upside down recently.

typical southern charmer with a pretty face and prettier words, but one thing about heath is that he keeps most people at arm's length. most don't truly know him because he doesn't allow them to. his circle is kept small on purpose. that said, he's the kind of person who'd move heaven and hell for those he does hold close. found family is just as important to him as his blood family.

very much feels the need to put his life at risk if he has to. he's a great firefighter, but he wants to save as many people as possible, which means he's often getting scolded or put on probation for putting himself in danger. chances are if you're walking into the station, he's getting yelled at by the chief. doesn't stop him from insisting he's the department favorite, though.

settled in wicklow three years ago to be closer to his fake fiancée, maika, moving in with her. it's not what his ranch was, but he is fond of wicklow and the connections he's made here.

wanted connections.

younger sister. wc on main.

exes. think first loves gone wrong, girls who came and went from the ranch, brief flings in his life until he landed in wicklow.

best friend. someone he met in wicklow who just clicked with him instantly. you see them having coffee together or just meeting up to debrief — they're probably the only person who knows his engagement is fake.

family friends, maybe a cousin from wicklow?, pre-wicklow hook ups, someone who's suspicious that he hasn't gotten married despite being engaged for a while #chismosa, employees from maple & main who know him as a regular, work friends, the few people in his "inner circle", maybe someone who worked at his family's ranch?

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★  ‧₊˚  ⋆  byeon woo seok.  cis man.  he / him…  now  playing:  fast car  by  tracy chapman  —  oh  ,  that  ?   might  be  taeil “rook” yoo  ,  a  thirty three  year  old  mechanic at the pit road  who’s  been  hanging  around  wicklow  ridge  for  his entire life, on and off  ,  just  long  enough  to  stir  up  some  trouble  if  you  ask  me.  they’re  a  regular  at  the stag’s rest  ,  always  going  on  about  “keep hoverin’ over me and you’ll lose a fuckin’ eye”  like  it’s  gospel.  around  town  ,  folks  say  they’re  meticulous  &  adaptable  —  but  when  they  think  no  one’s  listening  ?  it’s  more  like  combative  & blunt.  are  the  rumors  true  ?  maybe  not  …  but  it  sure  makes  life  around  here  a  little  more  interesting. 

name. taeil yoo. nickname(s). rook. do not call him taeil. age. thirty three. birthday. august 20th. zodiac. leo ( western ), monkey ( eastern ). birthplace. wicklow ridge, vermont. gender & pronouns. cis man & he/him. orientation. nobody's business. spoken languages. english ( fluent, native ), korean ( fluent ). education. somehow managed to complete a bachelor's in mechanical engineering. occupation. ex street racer, retired con, mechanic.

mother. jiwoo kwon, alive. father. minho yoo, deceased. siblings. taeha yoo, older sister, deceased. other. current legal guardian of his one year old niece, eunha.

height. six feet three inches. hair. dark brown, inching towards black. eyes. dark brown. piercing(s). right lobe pierced. tattoo(s). both sleeves tattooed. scar(s). body is littered with scars from different points in life. voice. low, raspy, sharp as the sting of a bee. wardrobe. black is the color of the year from him. think leather jackets, steel-toed boots, and a scowl to accessorize. scent. le labo santal 33.

born and raised in wicklow, rook has been nothing but trouble from the moment he was born, a storm in human form. from class clown to getting tattoos behind his parent's backs to breaking hearts back and forth, he's been labeled a menace by fate itself. the only thing he's ever had going for him is his smarts, enough to get him through high school and then college despite his foul attitude.

the closest person to him was probably his sister, taeha, because she sacrificed so much to be the "perfect" daughter and to allow him to make mistakes and be imperfect. however, they had a pretty bad fallout about three years ago, when she finally got sick of his irresponsible behavior, leading to him leaving wicklow for a bit. he does not come to his niece's baby shower or birth.

TW. car crash, familial death. he indulged in... less than legal activities while he was gone, including street racing and more than a few cons. it's a run - in with law enforcement that almost gets him locked up that finally knocks some sense into him, but when he calls up his sister to apologize, it's his mother who answers: taeha's been in an accident...

that's how he ends up straight back in wicklow, now a father — kind of. he has no idea how to be a responsible adult, raise a kid, or even attempt to be a good influence, but he's trying his best because his niece needs him.

semi - proud cat owner ( she’s a feral little thing he picked up off the street named teacup who bites everyone, including him )

wanted connections.

childhood best friends. one of the only people rook's ever been fully vulnerable with other than his sister. definitely a fellow troublemaker growing up, but they can be doing better than him in that department. maybe their relationship is strained, maybe they've never left his side — but right now he's leaning on them like never before.

good influence. or at least, someone who's trying to be a good influence. maybe they've been trying for a while and he's always ignored them ... except now he's got a kid to think about, and operation make - taeil - good is a go.

hook ups gone wrong. plainly: he's a ghoster. he ghosts. there's probably a million people he's left in his wake, never to glance at again. and if you try confronting him? he'll act like he's never heard of you.

an ex girlfriend (also gone wrong). his only actual relationship, ever, but don't be fooled: these two were a ticking time bomb, stitched together on nothing but sexual tension and vibes. maybe there was cheating, maybe the fights just became too much, but they've been on awful terms since their breakup.

friends, enemies, the person who's given him most of his tattoos, friends of his sister, someone to babysit eunha, coworkers, people who bother him for a discount on the cars he works at, anything pls