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ᝰ　　open  for  anyone ᝰ　　wicklow  summer  social,  afternoon

ᝰ　　　　the  perks  of  having  an  older  and  (  seemingly  )  well-behaved  dog  means  a  lot  of  things,  mostly  that  eddie  has  the  luxury  of  keeping  him  leash-free  as  he  spends  most  of  his  time  sleeping  on  their  blanket.  but  predictability  was  never  something  max  is  known  for,  and  one  passerby  later  he's  up  on  his  feet  and  following  the  scent  trail  of  food  and  inconveniencing  its  possessor.  “  max!  c'mon,  boy,  that  isn't  yours!  ”  eddie  calls  out,  rushing  to  clasp  the  leash  back  onto  his  dog.  “  sorry  about  him,  you'd  think  i  don't  feed  him  enough,  ”  he  jokes  as  max  tucks  behind  his  legs  like  a  reprimanded  child.  “  you  enjoying  yourself?  ”

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ᝰ　　　　eddie  sits  with  his  arms  loosely  wrapped  around  his  legs,  having  made  himself  comfortable  on  the  blanket  after  making  the  rounds  and  stuffing  himself  with  everything  everyone  had  to  offer.  “  …  right.  ”  he  nods  along  to  cillian's  every  word,  not  quite  understanding  much  of  it,  but  still  grateful  for  the  free  fact.  he  turns  to  face  him  at  the  question,  starts  to  think  about  everything  he's  tried  so  far.  the  obvious  answer  would've  been  yujin's  desserts,  but  that  would  just  be  downright  bias,  even  if  it  is  the  right  one.  so  instead  he  settles  on  saying,  “  someone  made  a  killer  shrimp  fried  rice.  probably  the  best  i've  ever  had.  ”

⤿ open  starter  :  @ wicklow  summer  social

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  ?   ”

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ᝰ　　　　“  oh,  you  know  i  always  am,  dunc. best time of the year.  ”  there's  something  infectious  about  the  annual  potluck's  energy,  all  smiles  and  camaraderie  as  townsfolk  gather  round  to  share  food  and  stories.  his  daughters  had  run  off  to  play  with  their  friends  and  max  had  fallen  asleep  on  their  picnic  blanket,  so  eddie  took  it  as  an  opportunity  to  go  around  and  catch  up  with  everyone.  “  ooh,  what  kind?  ”  he  asks,  grabbing  a  drink  from  the  cooler.  “  i've  been  looking  for  something  sweet.  ”

open starter : dunc taggart & open ( ∞ ) at the wicklow summer social

feet kicked up on the chillybin, lounging in his camp chair with a glass of iced tea, dunc glances up at the sound of footsteps crunching on picnic blankets. “ afternoon, ” he says, bringing his feet down and pulling out a jug to refill his glass. “ having a good time ? ” he gestures to the box. “ got some drinks in there, think we've got some biscuits—sorry, cookies—around here somewhere. ”

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　　ᝰ　　there's  a  laugh  that  escapes  eddie's  lips  after  watching  the  scene  before  him,  finding  it  amusing  how  clearly  ceren  was  trying  to  keep  her  composure  despite  looking  like  an  unamused  cat  that  had  been  given  a  shower.  he  approaches  ceren  with  a  wary  smile,  as  if  to  test  her  mood.  “  you  look  like  you're  having  fun,  ”  eddie  teases,  and  runs  hand  through  his  hair  —  wet,  because  a  moment  ago  he  too  had  fallen  victim  to  the  child's  mischief.  “  c'mon,  ”  he  coaxes,  plucking  the  dead  phone  from  her  hands.  “  this  only  happens  once  in  a  year.  take  the  time  to  enjoy  yourself.  you  can  go  be  a  busy  woman  tomorrow.  ”

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where: the wicklow ridge picnic

ceren had only deigned to leave the dank, cave of her office on a saturday (a chief day for event planning, not that she ever took a weekend) at the insistent prodding of her friends. birds fluttered in the trees, children laughed in the distance and ceren stood between it all eyes glued to her phone screen. if i can coordinate with the caterer to get them to make another fifteen mini charcuterie boards-something splashed against her back. eyebrows furrowed in distaste she looked back to find a grinning child nearly toppling on his heels to run away from her another water balloon tucked into his hand. "hey!" she cried to no avail - he was long gone. she peeled off her buttoned overshirt to reveal a robin's egg blue tank top with a stifled huff and looked back to her phone to find it had died in her distraction. "of course." she groaned.

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★  ‧₊˚  ⋆  …  now  playing:  no  surprises  by  radiohead  —  oh  ,  that  ?   might  be  eddie  hume  ,  a  thirty  two  year  old  high  school  biology  teacher  who’s  been  hanging  around  wicklow  ridge  for  ten  years ,  just  long  enough  to  stir  up  some  trouble  if  you  ask  me.  they’re  a  regular  at  maple  &  main  ,  always  going  on  about  “i’ve  made  too  many  mistakes,  and  now  i  pay  the  price”  like  it’s  gospel.  around  town  ,  folks  say  they’re  ambitious  &  resourceful  —  but  when  they  think  no  one’s  listening  ?  it’s  more  like  escapist  &  tempestuous.  are  the  rumors  true  ?  maybe  not  …  but  it  sure  makes  life  around  here  a  little  more  interesting.

01.　OVERVIEW

full  name.　edward michael hume　　/　　aliases.　eddie, eds　　/　　birthdate.　15th december  (  32  )　　/　　hometown.　tyron, nebraska　　/　　gender  + pronouns.　cis  man  +  he/him　　/　　orientation.　bisexual　　/　　zodiac.　sagittarius　　/　　occupation.　high school biology teacher　　/　　face  claim.　patrick ball

02.　A　STUDY　IN　…

a desperate plea for a more exciting life, an empty bottle of whiskey beneath your bed, jumping headfirst into burning fire, a job that slowly kills you, an adrenaline rush that takes forever to wear off, feeling shame so deeply in your bones, hiding behind a crudely constructed mask, white knuckle gripping your last shred of sanity.

03.　THE　SUMMARY

( tw for alcoholism ) eddie grew up in small town, and though he was expected to stay there forever, he knew he wanted more. he got his ticket out through college in a different state, and after graduating lived as a vagabond taking on a varitety of jobs. he became an emt following a fire that struck his former workplace and moved to wicklow ridge where he met his wife. his job took a toll on him, and he ended up turning to alcoholism. his vice eventually culminated in getting drunk while on call and costing a victim's life. he was prompty fired, and that urged him to get sober. he now works as a high school biology teacher, and trying to get his life back on track.

04.　THE　CHARACTER

eddie  is  a  storyteller  at  heart.  he  loves  sharing  personal  anecdotes  and  all  the  things  he's  learned  from  all  the  lives  he's  lived  to  anyone  who  will  listen.  there  was  a  time  where  he  believed  he  could  be  a  writer  but  that  dream  is  long  gone  now  (  or  is  it?  )

a  shell  of  his  former  self  as  of  late  </3  everything  has  been  a  mask,  a  facade.  you  ask  him  who  he  is  and  he'll  tell  you  i'm  not  so  sure  anymore.  wants  everything  to  go  back  to  the  way  things  used  to  be  but  knows  it's  impossible  so  he's  been  trying  to  fix  what  he's  broken  to  the  very  best  of  his  ability.

eddie  is  a  very  ...  flightly  person.  he  can't  seem  to  stay  still  for  very  long.  he's  always  somewhere  doing  something,  whether  it's  at  maple  &  main  grading  papers  over  pancakes  or  taking  his  daughter  out  to  the  park  to  play.  it's  damn  near  impossible  to  get  him  to  stay  still  and  it's  even  harder  to  know  where  he  is  when  his  phone  is  always  on  do  not  disturb.

he  has  a  golden  retriever  named  max,  a  rescue  from  one  of  his  earliest  emt  stints.  he'd  been  saved  from  a  burning  shelter  and  he  wouldn't  let  eddie  go,  and  so  the  puppy  came  home  with  him.  eddie  considers  him  his  best  friend.

05.　APPENDIX

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Gérard Blain - The Friends (1971)

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Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025

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i love when characters lie to themselves in the complete privacy of their own minds

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SHUTTER ISLAND (2010) dir. Martin Scorsese

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Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries

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