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Jackson Hartley

thirty-seven.  machine operator at magnolia hill ranch. charlie hunnam.

potential triggering content: drug use & physical abuse

Q. Do you call your mother every day or only on occasions like her birthday, Mother’s Day, & Christmas?

“If I knew who my mama was, I might, just to ask her why she skipped out on me and my dad. I mean, I know this mug’s a little ugly in the mornin’, but c'mon now, I ain’t that bad. My grandma, though, she’s the number one lady in my life. Helped raise me when she didn’t have to, and put up with all my bullshit growing up. I call her up or drop by her house at least once a week, y'know, just to check in on her and do some stuff around the yard to help her out. That woman’s a real warrior, but she’s gettin’ up there.”

Q. What bad habit are you struggling to overcome?

“Not gonna lie, I’m a nicotine fiend; love me some tobaccy. I’ve been hooked ever since I took my first puff at the tender age of thirteen, tryna’ be a badass for the girls, y'know. And, yeah, I know that shit kills. I know. Trust me, I’ve heard it time and time again from good folk just lookin’ out for a feller, but I can’t help it. I’ve tried to quit… shit, probably five times already. The heart wants what it wants.”

Q. What advice would you give your younger self?

“Christ, what advice wouldn’t I give. When I was a young buck, I was a stupid sombitch; did a lot of dumb shit just for the hell of it. But, really, what teenager doesn’t? If I had any way of reachin’ out to my younger self, first of all, I’d smack the shit out of him. And then I’d tell him not to give his grandma so much goddamn grief ‘cause all the woman’s tryna’ do is give him a good life. Then I’d tell him to quit playin’ heartstrings like he’s gonna make a music career out of it. Find a good girl and stick with her ‘cause time’s precious, there’s only so much of it 'til you get all old and hard on the eyes.”

Q. Have you ever climbed the water tower?

“If you ain’t climbed the water tower, you ain’t lived. That’s a sayin’ me and the boys used to pride ourselves by. That old rust bucket was like our clubhouse, we’d climb that thing almost every night and drink ourselves stupid. This one night, Keith - he was a real funny guy. Anyway, Keith, he got so drunk, he almost fell over the side of that fuckin’ tower I dunno how many times. Damn near broke his neck a couple times, but he somehow always managed to leave without even a scratch. Had a horseshoe up his ass, if you ask me.”

Q. What’s the hottest piece of gossip ever spread around town about you?

“Oh Lordy… y'know, you could probably write a book about all the shit I got up to, back in the day. One I remember clear as day, though, was the night me and the boys, uh … borrowed my dad’s truck. We pushed that big hunk of junk out the driveway and down the road a bit so we wouldn’t wake him up when the ol’ engine turned over. Goddamn, we drove the shit outta that thing, all through the fields. And, y'know, cops never thought nothin’ of it when we was drivin’ down the road. Anyway, long story short, dad found out through the grapevine what happened. I’m tellin’ ya, the shiner he gave me for that one was such a doozy, everyone thought I got jumped by some scuzzy chump. And while it wasn’t the complete truth, it also wasn’t a lie, so I went with it.”

Q. Have you ever seen the Wharton Creek Witch?

“Alright, kids, gather 'round; here’s another story from Uncle Jack. So back in the day, y'know I mentioned the beginnings of my love affair with tobaccy. Well, sometimes it was … wacky. Y'know what I mean. Anyway, I dunno if it was some real good shit or if I was still drunk from the night before, but lemme tell you somethin’. Me and the boys, we were out there messin’ around, bein’ kids and all, and I had to take a leak. So, like any other intelligent fella’ would do, I whipped it out right there and relieved myself in the creek. That motherfuckin’ … witch, whatever you wanna call it, I saw it. Stared me right in the eye as I polluted her water, I swear to sweet baby Jesus and all that is holy, and the dust cloud I kicked up gettin’ the hell outta there probably looked like a damn sandstorm. Moral of the story? Don’t do drugs. … And don’t piss in the witch’s creek.”

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hey all you cool cats and kittens !  it’s carole caitlin from big cat rescue and i’m here to deliver a well-meaning southern scoundrel ( who can be a real idiot 11/10 times ) to this glorious group. i’ve been on the hunt for a solid rp for idk how long and i’m sO stoked to find a home in frostford  &  begin writing / plotting with every single one of you !  admittedly, his background is pretty underwhelming because he’s a new muse and i’m still getting a feel for him, but i have a few wanted connections up for grabs listed at the end of this post that should ( hopefully ) make up for lack of depth in his bio, so if you see any that strike your interest please feel free to hit me up  &  now without further ado, i give you jackson hartley.

inspiration

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background

frostford, alabama.  born and bred. jackson daniel hartley was the result of an accidental pregnancy between two hasty teenagers, brought into the world on may 4, 1982. his mother left the hartley household for good when he was just a toddler, his father only seeming to care about the strange women who came in and out of their house ( never staying long ) and whatever substances would efficiently numb out the depression of his girlfriend leaving him and their son for the big city. it seemed jackson was set up for survival mode from the very beginning, but with a doting grandmother and a handful of good friends, he made it out alive.

sweet sixteen.  academics were never his strong suit, though his grandma did her damnedest to get his cursive writing looking like the queen of england’s and to get him to memorize every single multiplication table. school just wasn’t for him, he wasn’t interested in any of it. jackson was more interested in the social aspect, quick to make friends and even quicker to break hearts. however, he did enough work in order to graduate ( which was more than his dad could say about his own education ) and, for that, his gran was grateful.

vehicles and machines.  in general, they had always held a special place in the young man’s heart. ever since he was a kid, he’d help his dad out working on his old piece of shit truck, trying to restore what was once a faithful and reliable way of transportation. as a kid, he’d gotten a part time job at the magnolia hill ranch, driving tractors around and helping out with the physical labor aspect of the chores needing done. as he got older, jackson moved up the ranks as a loyal employee and became one of the ranch’s trusted machine operators. he’s been working there for twenty years now and wouldn’t change a damn thing.

wanted connections

group of childhood friends ;  these guys were so stupid, the group of kids your parents warned you about. they were the ones always climbing the water tower and getting stupid drunk, daring each other to have sleepovers down by the creek in hopes of spotting the witch, “borrowing” jack’s dad’s truck to take for joyrides in the middle of the night, and just captured the very essence of tomfoolery. whether or not they’re still close is up to each individual player, but jack definitely would have wanted to remain friends because he considered the group to be a sort of dysfunctional family. featuring owen heine & tba

blood brothers ;  if you think these two boys didn’t cut their hands with a jackknife and form a disgusting blood pact when they were kids, you’re wrong. brother from another mother, these fellas have basically been attached at the hip for the last two decades, almost three. they’ve been through thick and thin, so many ups and downs, all the trials and lessons of growing up, together. if jack’s ever gonna settle down and get himself a wife, this guy will without a doubt be his best man. filled by owen heine

ex girlfriends / flings ;  as a teen / young adult, jack was a young buck libertine, something that was inherited from his dad. he had charm, he knew he was a good looking fella, and he used both to get in between the sheets of a handful of girls’ beds. he’d climb up the sides of houses to get into their bedrooms, he’d sneak them out in the middle of the night and go rippin’ and roarin’ around the open fields and town in his dad’s truck, he’d take them out on cute lil dates to the diner or the movie theater or the creek. but he just couldn’t commit himself fully when every other cutie caught his eye. heartbreakin’ heartthrob hartley, through and through.

one that got away ;  the lady who gave him a huge wake up call and put an end to his player ways. she kept him on his toes and he could never get enough of her, a real dream that his grandma even gave him her ring to eventually propose with. he messed up though ofc and lost her, and it’d been one of the biggest regrets of his whole ass life. this doesn’t necessarily have to be a solid romantic connection!!! they could have both moved on since and developed an unlikely friendship, she could be someone he goes to for advice and gives him tough love when he needs it. or there could still be lingering feelings tbh it just depends on the chemistry / flow of things. filled by verona hyland

baby mama ;  with all his tomfoolery, there’s bound to have been an accidental pregnancy. so if somebody’s looking for a baby daddy, here he is!!! sidenote: he’d completely be supportive & involved in the kid’s life if he knew it was his ... if he didn’t know it was his, that could be some spicy drama woooooo doggy!!! again, doesn’t have to be a romantic connection, the could be friends co-parenting or just tolerate each other for the kid’s sake, but it could be a potential one depending.

extended family ;  he’s lived here all his life, his dad’s lived here all his life, and he’s pretty sure his grandma’s lived here all her life too. so there’s bound to be some cousins running around frostford. it’d be best if they were all close because he’s huge on family. ( his dad and their mom would be siblings ) filled by grayson lockwood

younger half-sibling(s) ;  kinda basic stuff.  his dad most likely married another woman later on in life when jack was a teen and they probably had kids of their own. OR for some real dramz, they could be his mom’s kids and he’d have no idea. so if from his dad’s side, he’d know about them of course and the oldest they would be is 24. if from his mom’s side, he wouldn’t have a clue that they were related. maybe they moved to frostford in hopes of connecting with jack? they could also be any age below 34.

small town vibes ;  literally anything & everything!! he’s lived in frostford his entire life, never once left the town, so he probably has a lot of deep rooted connections with the locals. whether he’s a regular at their place of work, they’re a regular visitor of magnolia hill ranch, they know his family, he knows their family, maybe he helps them out in one way or another ( ie. physical labor ), etc. the possibilities are endless!

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“and i kissed her, i fucking kissed her like her neck was a river, and i’ve been so thirsty. i kissed her like our lips were two lost souls who just found each other. i kissed her hard, cause we both knew i’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time.”

— Maa (via heruin)

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brain: hey u should act on this impulse that might have bad consequences

me: why

brain: You Gotta

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