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CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @gabrielle-acosta LOCATION ⦂ PRIDE PARADE.

"Looks like someone else stole away from business-ing," Jac pointed out with a grin, elbow bumping gently into Gabi's arm. "You still open today or did you decide Pride was worth closing for the day?"

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CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @phoebebaker LOCATION ⦂ PRIDE BY THE BEACH.

Sunset started to bleed into the waters out by Coral Cove — echoes carried out from Adventure Alley with screams of delight and the fading speakers of music were only just barely audible out where Jac had found a place to sit. Wayne laid right across her feet, covering her toes and silently hoping for a haphazardly fallen French fry from her takeout grabbed from the Food Stop. She was content to people watch after an otherwise busy day, the joy spilling out of people and growing more subdued as exhaustion sank in. If this were somewhere else, she wouldn't know every face like the freckles on the back of her hand. But she was in Windsor Bay, where the names and faces and histories were all neatly catalogued in her head against her will. Jac spotted the little blonde thing, Phoebe — the spitfire she'd come to enjoy the company of any time she came into The Sunrise Diner — walking in her direction and she felt her lips brighten into a smile. Phoebe was further evidence that Jac was a magnet for cubs without their mother bear, something shining in that girl’s eyes that Jac didn’t know how to stay away from or tone down if she tried. Even without a child, the instincts didn’t suddenly disappear: Jac wanted to tuck her underneath the sleeve of her sweater, make sure she was good. In all senses of the word. "Hey, Pheebs," Jac couldn't resist calling out, sticking her foot out just enough to catch Phoebe's attention without tripping her. "I'm not gonna finish all these fries if you want in on a few?"

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Idly folding the small napkin dampened with the condensation of her cold brew, Jac's sights only lifted at the direct confrontation. "Date?" she echoed, eyebrow arching inquisitively. "No. Not to be any type of way, but a 9AM coffee is not an ideal date." She held up her phone with a wry smile. "Meeting a client. They want to rent out for a wedding reception, but if this is their punctuality, I'm not sure they'd be on time for their own vows." One quick glance over at the other woman and the paperwork felt like an indicator. "This your office for the morning?" she inquired, hand circling around the sweating cup of her coffee.

open for @windsorbaystarters where: mug shot cafe

Elle claimed a small corner in the busy cafe with an oat milk vanilla latte and an almond croissant parked on the table in front of her. She'd been sitting there doing admin, and it was driving her a little bit nuts. Not something she'd ever get really used to. "Okay," She turned to the person next to her, who looked a little lonely. "What happened, your date stand you up or something?"

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"Don't bother, I've burned all copies of those pictures — not a single one still exists on this side of the 2000s." Facial features relaxed from the twisted grimace of disdain in the mere throwback Asher sent her brain careening towards. She set down the record, absconded somewhere atop another 'L' box that hopefully would go missed by an employee and forever forgotten about, cataloged incorrectly with hardly any proof of its existence in the store. It felt weird to think about any part of that fever dream of her life touching the bubble of Windsor Bay. It was too much of an overlap to process, so instead, Jac opted to pretend the two ran in parallel timelines, no intersection whatsoever. Her eyes narrowed playfully as she grew closer to the counter, feigning a glare with no real sharpness. "Hey, you leave Lonely October alone. That was one of my first concerts." Jac offered the twitch of her lips in a grin. "Imagine the dumpster fire if we'd ever crossed over. Lady October? Lonely Zeus?" She planted her elbows on the counter top, lips pursing just enough to make show of the sigh she exhaled. "Thank fuck we never had the bright idea to start a band together. The name that thing would've had..."

The record store only had a few lingering customers browsing around—one of them being another founding family member that he knew rather well. As he finished up with one customer, his attention turned towards his old friend who coincidentally held up one of her own band's albums. "Just for that, I'm going to put in an order for even more. Might as well make a huge display while I'm at it and print off some of your old promo pics." He couldn't help but tease Jac, since it had been a constant in their friendship since the olden days. "If you want garbage, you might as well just pop in an old Lonely October EP," he scoffed, name dropping the one successful band he had been apart of in his short lived music career.

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Closing out Women’s History Month with A New Jane Walker Cocktail and Talk with Sophia Bush — Kate Couric Live with Sophia Bush. 

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“what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.”

— iambrillyant  (via pocmuzings)

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that james baldwin quote where he says, “it took many years of vomiting up all the filth i’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before i was able to walk on the earth as though i had a right to be here.”

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU (1999) dir. Gil Junger

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astrology moodboards: cancer (june 21st - july 22nd)

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CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @ashergoldstein LOCATION ⦂ MAIN STREET RECORDS.

Few stores still held the vestiges of her adolescence around town, Main Street Records being one of them. It came as no surprise, similarly to the ownership — Asher Goldstein, a few years older than her, a familiar face at family parties, one of the people she didn't mind running around with back when her father was still shoving names and images down her throat. Her hands ran over the different boxes of records while he finished up with a customer, the store mostly empty; nimble fingertips pushed through a box marked 'L', and a low chuckle left her when she found a familiar cover. She plucked it from its place, holding it between her pincer grip and waving it up in the air as Asher's attention finally left the customer and onto her, strolling down the aisle. "Mind throwing this shit out?" she quipped playfully, eyebrow arching as she lifted the vinyl copy of Lady Zeus's debut album. "People want real music, not this garbage." Her eyes were alight with mirth as she said it.

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THE CHARACTER.

FULL NAME: Jacqueline Aurelia Ford

GENDER: Cis woman

PRONOUNS: She/her

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 39 + June 28, 1985

LENGTH OF TIME IN WINDSOR BAY: Born and raised, been back in town for roughly 7 years

HOUSING: Mountainside

OCCUPATION: Owner of The Lucerna

THE INTERVIEW.

If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?

"Overlooking my own pride and joy, The Crispy Biscuit's always had my heart. You've gotta go when you're hungover or you've had an extra late night out at a show or a club and you wake up the next morning feeling like your head weighs a thousand pounds. The Crispy Biscuit was my Waffle House, especially in high school. We'd be out all night long and purposefully keep the engines running long enough for The Crispy Biscuit to open; we'd do a 6am dinner-breakfast situation, drink just enough black coffee to survive driving home, and then I'd crash in my bed until at least 1pm. Those were the days."

What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?

"Everyone's got their way of describing my family, and what my relationship with them is. It's the nature of the beast in a town where people still think your last name makes you worthy of the rumor mill? Or attention, for that matter? Whatever people knew, or thought they knew, it wasn't really real. It was real to me, for awhile, and then I realized that we'd never be the postcard or the sum of the social standings. I don't think I could ever block their numbers, per se, but there's distance there. A lot of distance. Grand Canyon levels of it. In the eyes of my parents, I was their best laid plan that totally backfired. My dad grew up chasing greatness, and my mom was busy chasing him, and it left a lot of road between them and me. I got to figure out who I was, independent of my albatross of a last name, but to some degree that cost me holiday dinners and feeling like I was a part of something. And then, of course, where there's absence, there's room for things to rent that space out, and it became a revolving door — at the end of the day, though, I had to mourn my losses before I stopped trying to find a replacement. Dad and I hadn't talked for several years by the time he passed, and Mom and I never were really close to begin with. My siblings are a little different. There's only three other people that have any semblance of an idea in what growing up under our roof was like, and it's them, so I choose to hold onto the 'realness' of that. I still call on their birthdays, and if they're in town, I carve out the time. Other than that, I'm knocking on forty's door. My family was a facade. I chose to make my own beyond that of my childhood and I don't have any regrets about it."

If you could have any three guests come to dinner, dead or alive, who would they be and why?

"Stevie Nicks, because duh; Glennon Doyle, because her book Untamed completely changed my life when I sat down and read my singular book for the year — I also listen to her podcast regularly, which is out of character for me seeing as I'd rather claw off my skin than listen to a podcast — and third, Joan of Arc, because why not?"

Are you a leader or a follower?

"The only beat I've ever been able to follow is the one I was making — if it wasn't my decision, I never could fully get behind it. Someone wove leadership into my DNA, for better or for worse."

It’s the little things in life; tell me three things that bring you a great deal of joy or put a smile on your face.

"Cuddling with my dog, Wayne, on the couch underneath a blanket while watching Criminal Minds and drinking a glass of red; bonfires in that specific period of fall right between the warmth of summer and chill of winter; baking at Christmastime when everything smells like cinnamon and pine."

THE PERSONALITY.

— + resolute, audacious, affable — - serpentine, capricious, hot-headed

JACQUELINE IS PORTRAYED BY SOPHIA BUSH, AND WRITTEN BY DAISY.

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Sophia Bush photographed by Reginald Cunningham.

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being an older sibling is like. you've never known a life without me. mom yelled at me and it taught her she never wanted to yell at you. I painted my room purple and grey and then you did too. we live in the same house but I haven't spoken to you in months. I don't know your favorite color. I saw it was going to rain so I picked you up from school on my way home so your books wouldn't get wet. i was so worried when you woke up sick when you were three. you don't remember being sick. mom and dad made their worst mistakes with me and I'm glad they didn't make them with you. I'm doing everything for the first time so you won't be in the dark. I don't know any of your friend's names anymore. I used to know them all. if something happens to mom and dad you won't have to worry because everything will fall to me. you don't like to be home alone but even if you don't see me just knowing I'm there makes you feel better. at least that's what mom told me. you still give me jars to open for you because you can't quite get them. I only see you during dinner. i'd never even think about missing one of your concerts. I stand at the counter when I eat and now you do, too. when offered a selection of books you picked the same one I did when i was your age. I'm terrified you compare yourself to me. I love you. I don't know if you like me. I want you to. mom says dinner's ready

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❛  HEAVEN HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.  ❜

MEET JACQUELINE JAC FORD ⦂ frequently confused with sophia bush, the prodigal daughter returned, bequeathed an albatross legacy, curse holder of the eldest daughter and stirrer of love potions, mayhem to quiet and roses to riots, friend to all and a friend to none. a character study in chosen family, defying expectation and rewriting the fates. loved & taken care of by daisy.

FULL BIOGRAPHY ❋ CONNECTIONS ❋ STATISTICS ❋ ABOUT THE MUN

╰　𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

full name: jacqueline aurelia ford 

nickname(s): primarily goes by jac, occasionally hears jackie or j. ford

age + date of birth: thirty-nine, born on june 28, 1985

zodiac sign: cancer sun, aries moon, virgo rising

gender + pronouns: cis woman ( she/her/hers )

place of birth: windsor bay, oregon

current residence: mountainside

time in windsor bay: born and raised, left at 18 & returned 7-ish years ago

sexual & romantic orientations: bisexual biromantic

occupation: owner of ' the lucerna ' downtown

╰　𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘.

great-grandparents: gerard ford ( of the founding families of windsor bay ) and marjorie ford

grandparents: kenneth ford and rebekah ford neé collins

parents: kenneth ford ii and marissa ford neé james

sibling(s): three younger siblings, aged 30-35.

cousin(s): christian ford.

pet(s): an australian shepherd named wayne.

╰　𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦.

trigger warnings : death, car crash, death of a child, hospitals, suicidal ideation, depression, mentions of drug usage & drug abuse

jac is the first-born to a well-renowned lawyer and housemaker in windsor bay with that super fun 'ford' name draped around her neck like it's the hope diamond ( it is, in fact, a glorified chain collar )

the expectation is that she will be a product of her good grooming and genes, but that expectation dies once she learns how to talk. she's an easy child until she's old enough to ask questions and form her own opinions, and then the expectation is to play along. she can barely keep her head above water as she bites her lip to keep her mouth shut, half-heartedly apologizing when the ribbons fall out of her hair because she's been playing to hard (and by no means does she mean it) — her parents don't know what it's like to be in her body, so when siblings begin to come along, she thinks things will get better.

it doesn't! things seem much easier for her younger brothers and sisters, whether it's playing along or conforming, and instead jac just feels disproportionally sized for her body. she's too big and too small all in one go, and whereas her family loves to conceal, she thrives in the chaos and the mess. she likes it when they feel real. she knows that the galas and the dinner parties and the functions are a complete and total facade and the show they all put on is just that: a show, but she is upheld to her role.

the prodigal daughter plays games just as well as her father does, because they come embedded in her dna. jac leans into being the anomaly and starts untying everything to match where she's at. she is a royal pain in the ass in every way that she can think of — she toes the line but never, ever crosses, using that smart-as-a-whip mind of hers to constantly challenge her father. ken expects her to be the homecoming queen in high school with a ruling iron fist, straight a's and ivy acceptances (plural), so she uses all that wit to barely scrape by, make friends in every possible place she can and get a only a little stoned. she drinks a little too much at family parties. she snaps back. she even does a little blackmail to get what she wants. she tells herself she doesn't care even when it feels like paper cuts underneath her nails. her sights are beyond windsor bay, where people drunkenly ask her at keggers where her great-grandad buried the hawthornes’ bodies or keep her at a distance no matter how close she tries to get.

she leaves behind her beloved siblings and heads off to columbia in new york after high school graduation (and yeah, a european summer, but sue a girl) where she doesn't even make it through her complete freshman year. instead, while she's waitressing in between classes and on smoke breaks, she falls headfirst into the extracurricular activity of lady zeus. it's a three-piece band that starts as a bunch of stoned kids doing stevie nicks and bob dylan covers: jac, her best guy friend from college that she's friends with benefits with, and one of the line cooks at the diner she works at. they think it's just for fun until they play a gig (their first and only serious) and immediately find themselves signed.

the world no longer applauds her for being a ford: they applaud her for her, something she actually did that made her worthy of applause. lady zeus explodes and jac doesn't register for sophomore year. her parents threaten to cut her off but she couldn't be bothered to answer their phone calls anymore with the bigger and better things on the horizon. jac doesn't see her father beginning to emerge from her mouth — she becomes neurotic the more notoriety the band gets, unable to enjoy a moment but rather hellbent in conquering it. lady zeus doesn't last long. they only survive until jac's 24, when the wheels fall off. she thought they could maybe survive her cocaine fueled haze after a string of bad decisions that includes marrying her guitarist in vegas and then failing to annul the marriage and her stint in rehab. they don't survive her positive pregnancy test, the father of her child being her guitarist who's conveniently just gotten engaged following the pushing of their divorce.

jac crumbles along with her shooting star band — she disappears to nashville (not home, never home) so no one can see the ugliest parts of her exposed like a raw nerve. fortunately people still see her talents and she gets by selling songs to other artists while pulling funds from that trust until she can give birth and get back on her feet. she has a daughter, whom she names charlotte. charlie's arrival changes everything for her, because she wants to do what's best for her child. she doesn't want to be her father or her mother: she wants to be better than that. she buys a farm in nashville, gets horses and chickens and a dog and raises charlie on harmony hill. she takes college classes online to get a degree in business while raising her daughter & working on music row, playing on tracks for up and coming artists and selling them songs.

she thinks maybe she's atoned for the lady zeus fiasco. life has other ideas. it gives her seven short, glimmering, beautiful years on harmony hill with charlie and then it rips the hope of any more like tissue paper. the two of them go on vacation for the winter holidays and charlie doesn't get on the return flight home after a nasty accident in their rental car and a patch of black ice. any life remaining in her drains out.

a year sludges by after she buries her daughter in the cemetery that touches the border of harmony hill. she sells harmony hill and finds herself aimless despite wanting nothing more than to be done. there's a weight in her that never truly goes away; she equates it to constantly being in free fall, hurtling towards the earth but never smacking the ground like she hopes she will. the only thing that even remotely stirs her out of her reverie is a phone call from her mother, a guilt trip calling her to see her father after a terminal diagnosis.

he passes before she even gets to town. the prodigal son returns with anger, resentment, grief, all the things — not a bit of her is sorry for leaving, only sorry that it didn't work out and it all looks like this. she refuses everything her mother offers her: instead of sleeping in her old bedroom at the coral coast home, she uses money from the harmony hill sale and buys a dilapidated home on the outskirts of town to fix up for herself. putting idle hands to work keeps her emotions at a low simmer. it gives her a small reprieve from the pain she's feeling, the way she can't even lay the foundation before another storm comes and rips it from the ground. she just keeps losing: the facade of her family, lady zeus, charlie, her father, and now — what, her agency? the ashes that remain? she doesn't know what's wanted of her, if they want a change of heart or someone take over the mantle or what, all she knows is that she was not born to make nice, she was born to make waves. nights pass where she wonders if the hawthornes are out there, flood of victory in knowing they’ve managed to curse the ford bloodline with fruitful results.

she never expected to be back in her hometown but she makes do with what she can. she's something different to everyone, all the shards of her casting out different images to different people. the busier she is, the less time she has to dwell on what she's lost and what remains, what she is forced to reckon with. with what she gets from her father's will & estate, she uses the money to buy one of the historic buildings downtown and turns it into the lucerna — derived from latin's luceo, to shine or be bright, she makes it a place where those who need something to illuminate their souls. she uses her connections to funnel artists through, turning it into the venue in windsor bay for new artists to debut beyond bars or to bring headlining favorites to town. it's also used as an event space for weddings, galas, town functions, and even the high school's prom. throwing her life into the lucerna reminds her that the cracks in her let the light in.

jac's been back in town for about seven - ish years now. the lucerna's successful, she's got her property out in the mountainside where she experiments in the kitchen and is constantly renovating something there. she still has a hand in music, offering to play on tracks or sell songs as favors to friends. she gardens, journals daily, snuggles up on the couch every night with a glass of wine and her australian shepherd, wayne, and tries to sit with herself. love who she's become. pick the pen back up and write what's supposed to be her story, no matter how many times the universe has blacked out her happy endings. she's rediscovering the bliss of her simple life, a life that feels like it belonged to someone else, and making friends with the ghosts that share the space with her.

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my black sheep, hippie witch bad bitch baby :’)

she has the best home remedies for everything: common cold, a self-titled ‘love potion’ that she swears by, soup that will warm your cold, dead heart. you name it, she’s got it.

has definitely started one too many family arguments just because she can — she doesn't talk to her mom anymore even though there’s something resembling love there. depending on what her siblings have grown up doing, i imagine varying degrees of closeness, but growing up, she hung the stars in their eyes and them hers. she adored being a big sister.

doesn’t necessarily want kids again. charlie was her one and done, her unicorn, and she doesn’t know if she could work past the scar tissue. loves kids, though, will gladly babysit or volunteer at any school gathering.

she has definitely forgotten to pay her electricity bills on more than one occasion, for no other reason than the fact that she likes any excuse to use the kerosene lamp or light a candle to get around the house. then someone told her that after so many times, the power company would permanently cut her off and that that was frowned upon, so she learned her lesson, but still.

kissed a girl or two in high school, wouldn’t put it past her having had a girlfriend or girlfriends.

the person who pulls over on the side of the road to try to help out animals.

jack antonoff is a canon character in this rp because as a favor to him, jac played the original guitar on the track that is now taylor swift's august. she jokes that he owes her royalties every time he plays it live and butchers it

no stranger to appreciating the finer things in life, even if it isn’t always her speed; girlie likes expensive wine and refuses to drink the cheap stuff, has a ten step skin care routine, and cannot live without two day shipping.  

my Crafty Girl, you show her something on pinterest or tiktok and she will do her best to make it happen + come to life for you.

likes tattoos, hates the sensation of being tattooed, which is why most of her tattoos are very minimalistic, simple, or small.

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