#ch: rosie

[rosiesriiveters]

Crosby & Rosie + Onion Headlines/Tumblr Posts 🫡

[ashton-ryder]

👄 Rosie

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character @rosiesdiner

"Rosie sure knows how to run a diner huh? And the garden. You guys have really stepped up to help maintain some order and calm within the building, so.. thank you. I don't have much to offer within the building itself, but Rosie and you? People listen to you guys. Well, also because you guys hold all the food."

[rosiesriiveters]

#i just love this#it's such a neat bit of character work#bucky's hurting already#and lashing out with cynicism#and buck#he's just that touch aloof#and that too is protective#of himself#of bucky and of this new guy who's entirely too fresh to all of this hurt#but rosie#he heard his man tell him that hearing him sing#experiencing that love#meant he didn't feel alone in a dire situation#and that's the thing he gets to take with him as he talks to his new boys#he gets to take the softer lessons with him#they're all good and they're all strong#they're all on very different journeys#mota

sobbing screaming throwing up at these tags

Masters of the Air Part Four | Part Eight

[hephaestn]

Nate Mann as Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal Masters of the Air (2024) — Part Seven

[r0sie-bun]

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[crowholtz]

Strahd's love is hungry...

An amazing Helene (my Strahdmancing Blood Cleric Aasimar PC) and Strahd piece done by the talented @erumiryll

[flywolfwriting]

tmitde Ch 15

When Rosie hung up the phone she immediately got to work. She didn't start cooking right away; dinner needed to still be warm when they all arrived and unless Alastor decided to drag their daughter out of the theater - which he wouldn't, if he wished to avoid a scene - they wouldn't be home for two hours at least. That gave her time to straighten up the place.

Rosie kept a tidy home, but she took the time to dust and sweep, then checked all the locks on the doors and windows and drew the shades. She made sure all their emergency knives were in place, well hidden but easily accessible for those that knew where they were.

She didn't want this to end in violence if for no other reason than should it do so, they would lose Charlie forever, but she also knew Alastor would choose to protect them no matter what and if Lucifer was going to be difficult, he was going to be dead.

Once she finished she checked the time again and decided it was close enough to start on dinner.

She had just barely set the dish on the counter when she heard voices out front. Rosie quickly set aside her hot pads and apron and stood in the kitchen doorway, looking down the hallway to the front door. It opened.

The first one through was a small man she hadn’t seen in person but knew through newspaper photos and the odd television interview when she was out with a beau. He was far shorter in real life and far paler than the grays and blacks of print made him look - though that may have been due to the hand still firmly clamped on his shoulder and the thunderous expression of the man attached to it. Charlie was right behind him, eyes downcast and appearing thoroughly chastised. Rosie pursed her lips and folded her arms. The girl’s night was only just beginning.

As if sensing the disapproval Charlie looked up and caught Rosie’s eye, and quickly looked to the side. “I already got it from Al,” she mumbled sourly.

“And you’re going to keep hearing about it, young lady. Get your butt in here and set the table.” Rosie turned her gaze to the pair of men stepping aside to allow the girl to pass. She looked over Lucifer, who flushed under her gaze, before raising a brow at Alastor. “Well? Where are your manners? Are you going to introduce us?”

Alastor’s expression soured further. “Rosie, this is Lucifer. Lucifer, this is my wife, Rosie,” he said stiffly.

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[ninetyminutes]

Hear me out… Lorne and Danny while Rosie watches. And Rosie’s the one who organized this in the first place and she’s loving it like she’s like talking to them the whole time telling them what each other like and shit

[6thofapril1917]

you don't have to know (that it's haunted)

“Look, just… Please don’t tell the others,” she began, and oh, she hated the way her voice wobbled. “About my brother and sister. They—we’ve got enough on our plate as it is, what with the new squads coming in. I don’t need them worrying about me, ma’am.”

Ground crew doesn't get breaks. When Technician Third Grade Magdalena "Maggie" Zielinski learns of the death and disappearance of her two older siblings, she tries her best to hide her grief from her coworkers - including from a certain curly-haired Master Sergeant.

It doesn't quite work out the way she planned.

masters of the air fic; ken lemmons x oc. 5.8k words. read it on ao3.

taglist: @footprintsinthesxnd @baberoe @hesbuckcompton-baby @latibvles

[ashton-ryder]

Ashton was exhausted, physically emotionally psychologically, his shoulder hurt more than the past few days. And not gonna lie, he slept in for the first time in years, decades maybe. It was unlike Ash to wake up after the sun, but perhaps coming back home closer to dawn and making sure Jer was alright in his own bed before he sought the comforts of unconsciousness had the effect of wanting to sit in that state longer considering being conscious sucked for the last 24 hours. He once again only left making sure they were both fine after crawling back into being awake, then did he get to work for the day. If only just the most minor bits of work, giving himself the grace of rest for working to clean up the night before, these were the rare few times Ashton admitted to himself too being too tired to do anything more.

The garden was easy enough to get to, Beau taking care of most things that day already. And so he simply came by in the late afternoon to check on the empty glass beer bottles he left out from the night before to dry, hoping they'll come in useful one day. It was good to see Rosie out of her sickness, the earlier roster had been divvy out without her, being sick, though Ruth assured everyone that it was just a common flu. So there wasn't much to do, Ash didn't have the brainspace left to think of what they could both do. "Hmm?" Ash looked up when Rosie spoke, he was sitting on the ground making sure each bottle was cleaned and the smell of alcohol was gone before putting them aside to be store away.

"Oh, it's nothing," he shook his head, neither Emily nor Charlie had been too involved with the garden, they had enough to focus on down below with the supplies and diner, "no no, all of this for Spring, was Beau's doing." It was impressive seeing the NFL athlete get down to a little bit of nerdy work with him and sharing all the plans he drafted up for this season and even the next. The man was insanely talented and Ash still gets pleasantly surprised by his good friend. It was good to see him come back out and continue to find the reason to do so everyday.

"He practically helped prep the entire space for Spring when I was out of commission too after the beach," Ashton continued before turning the attention to her, "glad to see you up and about again though, you feeling better?"

@ashton-ryder

where: rooftop NATURALLY when: april 2nd because this day hasn't already been really rough on him, did he even sleep since last night who knows I certainly don't BUT we know he wouldn't shirk his plant duties even if he were dead

There was an elephant in the room even when the room was a rooftop. Most everyone knew at this point; Rosie still felt like the last even if she wasn't. Not that it was a contest or anything, but she thought she'd earned the rung closer to Charlie on the ladder of trust before Ash. It was a petty thing to think... Ash did so much for the family. Rosie only ever looked out for Charlie. She didn't deserve that closer spot... but did she deserve to be told what was happening instead of finding out like the rest of the residents had? Everything changed with the newcomers. Or returnees in the Roses case. She'd never felt so far away from Charlie and being quarantined in her apartment with the flu for so long only made it worse. Rosie picked up an empty plastic pot then set it back down. She picked up the pruning sheers, but in turning to the plants nearest her on the table, nothing needed deadheading. The diner... Charlie's confidance... now the garden -- was she not needed her anymore either? Ash looked normal, working away at the plants who were happy to see the April sunshine. He did that a lot... looked fine when everything wasn't. She felt a thorny vine of betrayal twisting around her heart. Weren't they friends too? Charlie's secret wasn't his to share, but he knew how close Charlie and Rosie were. Had he known before Rosie was sick? Had he looked her right in the face while she chatted about Charlie and Emily's new joining to the kitchen staff, knowing how hurt she'd be once this all came to light? "Thanks for um... looking after everything." She'd meant it about the plants, but realized it could be taken differently so she made the distinction quickly, "I don't know how much Emily is involved with the gardening stuff even though she's really great with the diner, so maybe it was just you or --" Charlie sometimes helped with the plants, more so the random ones Rosie kept everywhere around the building now she had free reign, but Charlie's name stuck in Rosie's throat. Rosie set about picking fresh mint, always in stock, maybe she and Ember could scrounge up everything to make mojitos later.

[rosiesriiveters]

yes, but have you considered: rosie rosenthal?

[oscarisaacss-wp]

12 DAYS OF GIFMAS… DAY 4, your oc in another universe: ROSIE LAWSON in LOVE, ROSIE + ERIN THINDREL-CLARK in CUPID’S CHOKEHOLD, Alternate Spiderverse Fanfictions.

i. pinterest board for love, rosie

ii. pinterest board for cupid’s chokehold

[flywolf33]

TMITDE Ch 14

This could not have happened at a worse time. Alastor had done very little the last several days other than read and reread every article he could find about the discovered bodies - his bodies, that he’d been so confident were well and truly hidden. From what he could gather they’d found a different body not far from his own dumping ground, and their investigations led them to some of the remains the swamp hadn’t swallowed. Years worth of carpet bags filled with soil and bones. A misplaced knife - one Alastor was certain did not belong to him, as he’d immediately checked his supply upon reading about it.

Of course it was Angel’s. Or, Angel had used it when he killed and attempted to dismember his attacker. Attempted poorly it seemed, since it had been discovered so quickly despite how deep in the bayou it had been. How unfortunate the thug had taken him so close to Alastor’s dumping ground.

It certainly made cleaning up the whole mess all the more complicated.

Alastor was furious of course. Had he not already agreed to help Angel he would have left the boy to dry and found a way to pin all the murders on him. Whether or not he was old enough to have committed the older murders was irrelevant; even if they found anything from the early years those would most certainly be degraded enough to be inadmissible.

Or so Alastor thought. He didn’t dare look further into it; not with all eyes on the incident. Viewership for his show increased, however. Everybody wanted to tune in for the latest updates and Alastor was happy to give it to them. If he had a tad more information than the other sources… it was never enough to be suspicious. He was very careful to toe the line.

The show did turn out to be a bright spot. The bid closed the day after the serial killer story broke and Alastor was surprised to find another company had swooped in and outbid VoxTech at the last moment. He’d laughed for several minutes when he heard; he could imagine Vox’s face turning puce with rage at being thwarted once again. Another win for the Hartfelts. Alastor had never heard of the company that took over and he didn’t have time to look into them at the moment. All he needed to know was that his show was safe and, as an added bonus, he got a raise.

He’d made his maman’s gumbo in celebration, and even Charlie didn’t question what meat he chose to use for it.

Despite the risk, Alastor still needed to work out how to clean up Angel’s mess and keep him out of the detectives’ eyes. That meant tracking down anyone who might know he’d been with the victim that night - and that meant stalking Valentino’s goons on a side of town he rarely went to. He didn’t dare drive; better to walk and be able to slip quietly away when needed than draw more attention to himself. He could always call Rosie to pick him up if he needed.

Shortly after lunch, while Alastor’s current target was smoking on the corner, a flash of blond hair caught his attention. He shouldn’t be surprised to see Lucifer here; it was a more affluent neighborhood after all, and hopefully that meant he was about on his own business and not following him again. That would be hard to explain.

Alastor slipped back into a narrow alleyway to watch him. Lucifer stood in front of the theater, clearly watching for someone, and Alastor couldn’t help a lurch of jealousy in his stomach at the thought that the man might have other friends to spend time with.

Him, jealous? What a ridiculous notion.

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[ashton-ryder]

"Okay, sure thing," Ash nodded, having no problems with whatever they wanted to learn that's their decision, he can give people his opinion on what they should work on but he wasn't going to shadow them, they'll have to discipline themselves. "Then let's start with a few laps back and forth," he gestured from one end of the roof to the other, "work on your offensive techniques, ways to maim, harm, before we try them out."

He remembered enough of her current skill set to dive right into conditioning without having to reassess again at the start. Worked out well considering he usually preferred being on defensive. "Laps around the roof, whenever you're ready," Ash giving her the space, starting off slow with just conditioning of stamina, ready to join her on the quick runs around the roof. "And if you need a hard stop just let me know."

Little did either of them know a two meal offer would be like winning the lottery come spring time. For now it was a small wager with revisions still stocked and spices lining the shelves. Everyone's fridge was still on and Courtney was downstairs chatting with Ria in the community room.

Rosie did a little jog in place and twisted her arms back and forth to stretch her torso. In hindsight, she should have warmed up inside, the chillier weather out here already tightening her muscles. She was learning lessons already! Although infected wouldn't exactly wait for her to stretch while chasing her.

"Umm..." Usually Rosie went with Ash's schedule on training. He was a great teacher. Letting her pick today's exercise was as good a mark as planning out the others -- he was open to her decisions and what she wanted to focus on -- not just blazing through what he thought they should do. As always, Ash was considerate. He would have made a really good doctor, the medical kind that was.

"How about offense ? Like I'm offense."

[hephaestn]

Nate Mann as Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal Masters of the Air (2024) — Part Six

[saturdaynight-2024]