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private schools have weird ass activities okay ? and sloane's mom was always looking for a way in with somebody . which meant that getting up at the crack of dawn in the third , fourth , and fifth grade in the late spring / early winter so she could go bird watching with a board member of her school before attending classes all so her mom could casually sidle up to him … whatever . she retained the information while she'd been shivering in the commons . “ they can also live in people's walls . hairy woodpeckers are also secret sugar addicts . ” she did not know why the fuck she had responded to any of this or why she remembered random bird facts . “ i got some cheesecake earlier that was great but someone made an apple fritter that i think might've saved my life a little . it was over there somewhere . ” she waved in the general direction to her right .
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despite having lived in wicklow ridge for just over twenty years now, there was something about events like this that still felt special -- the gentle warmth of the sun against his skin, the sound of chatter and laughter -- it wasn't something you'd find back in the frenzy of inner-city london. he rests back on his elbows where he's sprawled on his picnic blanket, stomach full from one too many muffins, eyes trained on a trio of birds on a nearby tree. “ downy woodpeckers, ” he thinks aloud to the nearest person, “ very similar to the hairy woodpecker, but these guys have smaller beaks ... and black spots in the tail feather, see ? ” he watches for a moment before shaking his head: snap out of it, david attenborough. “ anyway, ” sheepish grin, “ what's the best thing you've eaten so far ? ”
#「 ஐ 」 sloane spencer. › interactions.#bird watching class coming straight from own job at an uppity private school fun fact
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boston had never been lacking in city events , far from it actually . her mother used to complain incessantly about how many there were because they kept driving up traffic when she was trying to get sloane to whatever after school activity she had that day , if the nanny was busy or something . however , she never actually got to attend those things so this ? new territory for the girl , even three years in . she'd just recently felt like she got into the flow of living in a small town and doing small town shit . she kinda felt like she was in an episode of gilmore girls which begged the question , was she suki and was minty lorelai ? standing over her friend with her head tilted , sloane stuck a forkful of red velvet cheesecake into her mouth and hummed . “ you are robbing people of double fudge brownies and now you're making demands for my cake ? the nerve ! ”
↷ * STARTER : open to all ╱ LOCATION : great ridge potluck
she'd managed to find the perfect spot — enough of a shade so she wasn't dripping sweat, but rays of sunshine filtering through to keep her nice and toasty. reclined back under the blanket that was, frankly, too large for one person with the sounds of melon crunching on a bone that minty had brought for her, she was content. pilfered treats spread around in one corner, book forgotten and resting on her stomach as she tried to take a quick cat nap before the next round of corn hole or whatever else that may capture her attention, but a shadow falling over her had her creaking an eye open under her glasses. " look, i told you if i got to the double fudge brownies before you, they were mine. i'm not sharing without a good trade. so, what'd you bring for me ? "
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jolene still doesn't know how she got roped into this , standing around in wedges for christ's sake , helping to monitor the potluck . she hated shit like this and everyone who knew her , knew this . she much preferred to leave that up to people whose organizational skills went beyond ‘put socks in correct drawer , matching not required’ . she turned her head at the approaching brunette and let out a small huff of a laugh . “ if store - bought would you get banned , i'd jump for joy actually . i'd finally get to stop buying shit to bring . ” back when her son was still fighting back against bedtime , jo had banked on getting the best store brand cupcakes wegman's had and dropping them unceremoniously on bake sale tables . of course , now , with him gone , her homemade lemon bars sat a couple plates down because truly what else was there to do at home other than stalk bromabakery and listen to yet another podcast ?
who : open to anyone
where : the great ridge potluck
summary : sparking up conversation in the early afternoon around where the food is kept
"I really hope that it's not frowned upon to bring store bought food," Talia expressed in a concerned manner. As her first time at the well loved event, the brunette felt a sense of pressure to impress more seasoned veterans. "I'm really not trying to poison anyone with my own cooking." One detail about the eccentric woman that shocked most was her lack of skills in the kitchen. Cooking up a potion was easy, but putting together a simple dish felt like rocket science. "It's not going to get me permanently banned from future potlucks?"
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LOGAN x VERONICA S02E03
#「 ஐ 」 jolene vaughn. › wanted.#will i ever stop reblogging myself??? no.#need an enemies to lovers to enemies plot BAD
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name ⏤ sloane spencer . occupation ⏤ vineyard manager . age ⏤ thirty zodiac sign ⏤ cancer . gender + pronouns + orientation ⏤ cis woman + she / her + bisexual . inspired characters ⏤ layla keating, hillary banks, haley graham, charlotte york, brooke davis, issa dee, mary jane paul, spencer hastings

tw : death of a grandparent
greatness was thrust upon sloane , whether she liked it or not , and she very much did not like it . growing up in boston's prestigious back bay , sloane watched as her high powered attorney mother and incredibly successful business consultant father ran around preaching perfection . her mother had grown up in wicklow but clearly had a taste for high rises and expensive lunches . she also wanted the perfect children hence her three perfect angels .
sloane was the middle child but going against all traditions , her mother did not allow her to slip between the cracks . piano on mondays , harp on tuesdays , arabic lessons on wednesdays , french on thursdays , ice skating on fridays , tennis on saturdays , and if she wasn't going to a forced playdate with some snotty nosed kid while her mom chatted with theirs , she would be allowed one singular hour of television before being called to read a book heavier than her own body , the poor girl .
by the time she was in middle school , sloane's mother had decided that she would be attending yale and her future was set . her only choice was whether she'd be a lawyer or a consultant , like father or like mother . what she really wanted was to skip college altogether , backpack through europe , party on an island in greece , and pretend like her parents didn't exist . instead , she chose business and followed in her father's footsteps . the same formula laid out for her siblings .
high school came and went , her first two semesters at yale pretty much the same but that summer , she received a phone call from her grandmother . a sweet old lady whose house was sloane's only reprieve from her mother's overbearing hand . there were no lessons or schedules or formulas in wicklow . there was only peace and gardening and swimming in the water near her grandma's house . she visited that summer and then every summer after that , even after she graduated . soon the only happiness she truly had was when she went up to vermont in the summer months .
two years ago , grandma got sick and against the orders of her mother , who had planned for some stranger to go take care of her , sloane drove straight from her “ perfect ” consulting job in boston straight to her grandma's house and she just never left . her range rover stayed parked in the driveway until last winter , when grandma passed peacefully in her sleep .
during the funeral , her mother urged sloane to leave wicklow and return home at once . for the first time ever , sloane yelled at her , telling her to get out . she was going to stay there , in her grandma's house which had been left to her anyway , and she wasn't going back to a life she was miserable in just to make her mother happy . they have not spoken since . instead , sloane got a job at the vineyard , putting her high honors yale business degree to good use and has spent the last year making wicklow her new home .
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name ⏤ jolene vaughn . occupation ⏤ high school guidance counselor . age ⏤ forty - one . zodiac sign ⏤ capricorn . gender + pronouns + orientation ⏤ cis woman + she / her + bisexual . inspired characters ⏤ veronica mars, sally owens, beth pearson, prue halliwell, dylan sanders, gloria pritchett, haley james scott

tw : parental neglect , drinking , gambling , unexpected pregnancy .
long time wicklow ridge residents will remember jolene's father , ernest , who could not more greatly go against the definition of his name if he tried . how he managed to earn the affections of jolene's mother , the fourth daughter of a preacher a couple towns over , continues to confound people .
a little girl , jokingly dubbed the inspiration for matilda , jo has no real memories of a time where she wasn't raising herself . she learned how to work a microwave and then later , a stove , all before second grade . she could patch up her own clothes , after many bloodied finger attempts , and knew how to get the stools from the kitchen each evening so she could properly brush her teeth .
if people around knew that her parents were too busy getting drunk or driving down to rhode island for a three week gambling extravaganza , they certainly didn't say it to jo . instead , the kindness of her neighbors was quiet . “ extra ” groceries offered to her when “ bought too much ” . an old winter coat that they “ didn't want to throw away ” and the sons�� of her neighbors who shoveled other people's just happened to do hers as well . looking back , she reckons she couldn't have survived without them .
by high school , jo had a plan for her life : go to uconn , get a doctorate in psychology , become a successful therapist like the ones she saw on tv in shows she definitely had no business watching . she made plenty of friends but always kept them at arms length , intent on leaving wicklow in the rearview . by this point her mother had long since left so the only person left in the house with her was ernest , who owed everyone ( including jo ! ) money and who took every opportunity he could to get into an argument with her . screaming matches that had her stomping to her room and him stomping down to the nearest bar .
she never told her dad about her graduation , never told him about her full ride to uconn , nothing . just packed up her stuff , threw it in the old truck she'd bought off a neighbor with the money from one of her two after school jobs , and drove to connecticut without so much as a look in the rearview mirror .
college was great . her scholarship paid for everything which left jo to only have to focus on school . never once did she let her grades slip , not even during sophomore year when she got a job as a waitress and an internship working at a youth mental facility . she was top of her class , graduating sumna cum laude and allowed herself one night of fun to celebrate … nine months later , she had a son whose father was nice but nowhere near the love of jo's life . it was , momentarily , a hiccup .
two years after her son's birth and two months post graduating from an accelerated master's program , jo recieved a letter from her old principal offering her a job as a guidance counselor . the pay was surprisingly incredible for a small town and the rent was cheap around there . her son's father worked in albany for his family so he was willing to drive the hour and a half to come pick the little one up on the weekends and during every other holiday . it all worked well and stability slowly wormed its way back into jo's life .
now , sixteen years later , with her only baby boy off to college clear cut across the country at stanford ( she's never been more proud ) , jo has spent the better part of her life in wicklow . she's never really regretted it , enjoying the life she's built for herself here , one to replace the memories created from her childhood . her dad is long gone , traipsing around florida or something , surely not bothering her . she's almost fully at peace at this point and it's taken quite a while to get here .
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