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Crowdfunding Corner: Bixby Grant returns to Kickstarter with Fangs and Brimstone

Crowdfunding Corner: Bixby Grant returns to Kickstarter with Fangs and Brimstone #comics #comicbooks #kickstarterreads

Backer Beware: Crowdfunding projects are not guaranteed to be delivered and/or delivered when promised. We always recommend to do your research before backing. Now live on Kickstarter, Bixby Grant, Private Eye: Fangs & Brimstone #1 from RNM PRESS! It’s written by Komikwerks co-founder Patrick Coyle with art by Gonzalo Martínez, color by Arthur Hesli, edited by Heather Antos, and covers by Liana…

[plumbus-central]

catching up w/ the rick and morty comics and did a panel redraw for funsies.

original is from heart of rickness issue 1

[rnm-secret-santa]

Thanks to everyone who participated in 2023’s secret santa exchange! Whether you were part of the exchange or just reblogged and interacted with the works <3 And incase you missed one of these amazing works here’s a list!

The Neon North Star (fic) by @ajna-eye-cogitations for @maeglinthebold

where every wish comes true (fic) by @angrycowboy for @dr-lemurr

Malex Christmas Lights (art) by @bean-me-up for @mander3-swish

(Take Me) Home for Christmas (fic) by @beautifulcheat for @bean-me-up

Capture the Moment While We are Here (fic) by @bloggingbisexually for @jocarthage

it’s been you from the start (fic) by @bydayornight for @jule1122

Rosabel New Year (art) by @dr-lemurr for @primalmusic

the world is ugly (but you are beautiful to me) (fic) by @dr-lizortecho for @greentealycheejelly

Anatsobel superhero au (art) by @endeni for @beautifulcheat

RNM fantasy au (art) by @greentealycheejelly for @endeni

no place like home for the holidays (fic) by @haloud for @ajna-eye-cogitations

Through the Years We Will All Be Together (fic) by @im-the-punk-who for @bydayornight

The Christmas Wish (fic) by @impalachick for @dr-lizortecho

a poem pressed into service as a city (fic) by @jocarthage for @burntotears

But when you place your head between my collar and jaw // I don't know much but there's no weight at all (fic) by @jocarthage for @portraitofemmy

Am I giving enough? (fic) by @jule1122 for @miniastrophysicist

Love Me When I’m Gone (fic) by @maeglinthebold for @angrycowboy

Geminids Holiday Party (fic) by @mander3-swish for @sun-tomato

Best Friend’s Boyfriend’s Cousin (fic) by @meggie-jolly for @bloggingbisexually

This Is Me Trying (video) by @miniastrophysicist for @meggie-jolly

Holiday Hijinks (fic) by @morganadw for @im-the-punk-who

Here With Me (art) by @portraitofemmy for @morganadw

Comfort and Joy (art) by @primalmusic for @impalachick

Would you come home for Christmas? (fic) by @sun-tomato for @haloud

And of course a special thanks to @dr-lemurr and @beautifulcheat for helping to make this event come together! And to @jocarthage and @aydann-runs and all the lively betas and friends that helped get these gifts all wrapped up <3

[eusuntgratie]

2024 Writing Round Up

tagged by the wonderful @cha-melodius <3 thank you i love this!

i published 33 fics in 2024 🥳 101k words across 9 fandoms! i MIGHT get one more up by the end of the year but we'll see!

FEBRUARY

dance with me so we don't cry (rwrb, firstprince, T, 1500 words) a songfic au inspired by lonely dancers by conan gray. henry and alex have a meet cute in a club after having their hearts broken.

APRIL

ya girl was BUSY in april why did i publish so much fic this month?!?

thirst trap (911 rpf, ryliver, M, 500 words) baby's first ryliver! oliver takes a slutty gym selfie with a special surprise.

this could be a disaster (rwrb rpf, taynick, E, 44k) my slutty magnum opus finished posting in april! an au of sorts where covid didn't happen and we got a press tour for rwrb...and sluttery and shenanigans ensued.

you could've texted (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 1400 words) oliver reacts to ryan's insta story

chapter 1 of disaster (taylor's version) (rwrb rpf, taynick, M, 1500 words) taylor's pov of chapter 3 of this could be a disaster

MAY

hungry (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 800 words) Nolan's a succubus, TK is down bad as always

chili (the falcon & the winter soldier, sarahbucky, G, 150 words) sarah and bucky share a quiet moment in the kitchen

JUNE

quiet (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) the inevitable result of me learning that oliver shared a villa with ryan and his wife at aisha's wedding i don't know how to say it (hockey rpf, sidgeno & sidgenotanger, E, 3k) an omegaverse au where geno reacts to kris getting called up, kris falls in immediate lust with sid, and sid plays everybody like a fiddle to get what he wants. my 2024 sidgeno exchange fic!

after hours (rwrb, firstprince, E, 5k, at least one chapter left to post) alex is a (very hot) mechanic, henry is a visiting professor at UT Austin.

montana (hockey rpf, sid/anna, E, 1200 words) anna shows up to sid's place in montana and pegs him. that's it that's the fic.

JULY

couldn't help it (rwrb, firstprince, M, 400 words) the first of many kiss prompts. canon compliant reunion kiss at lake lbj.

then don't (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, G, 600 words) a soft and sweet marco/elliott meet cute

fearless and fierce (teen wolf, stisaac, M, 600 words) a desperate post-battle kiss

already over (rwrb, alex/raf, E, 7k) hands down one of my favorite fics i wrote this year. a canon-compliant alex/raf fic.

your turn (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 300 words) it's not gay if you don't kiss on the lips, right?

AUGUST

close calls (rwrb, firstprince, T, 2k) alex is a musician and henry is his long-suffering bodyguard

laundry room light (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) oliver comes over to help ryan fix a light, and also rail him while his wife is upstairs

we've got time (rwrb, firstprince, T, 500 words) a soft and slow early morning firstprince kiss

SEPTEMBER

drink me up (roswell new mexico, malex, E, 3k) michael walks into the wild pony while alex is working the bar and has to blow him about it (a different first meeting au)

i wanna be in your bloodstream (rwrb, firstprince, E, 1700 words) alex is a vampire and henry is very, very into it

OCTOBER

Batman, Wolfman, Frankenstein or Dracula (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, T, 600 words) Marco finds a welcome distraction from Elle at the Halloween dance

boys will be boys (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 800 words) things get a little spicy after tyler and vlamis take pics for the Burn the World Down vlambase merch drop

voice note (rwrb rpf, taynick + a bonus mystery character, E, 4k) disaster-verse; taylor's partner gets involved. just fun and smutty, not angsty!

it's a bad idea, right? (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 2k) what if vlamis had a ronen rubinstein-esque reaction to shooting with tyler and sucked his dick about it?

come find me in the crowd, love (teen wolf, sterica, T, 600 words) Stiles and Erica kiss at a party to make Derek jealous, but end up having too much fun to worry about him.

tell 'em i'm a good kisser (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) Taylor finds Nick a little tipsy at the Oscars After Party

baby, it's alright (roswell new mexico, malex and michael & nora, T, 900 words) Nora's POV of the Caulfield scene. I'm sorry.

NOVEMBER

chaos theory (rwrb, firstprince, T, 800 words) henry watching alex and nora dance, but at a halloween party where nobody's famous

mississppi (roswell new mexico, malex, M, 2k) alex calls michael before his second deployment

not like this (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) older taynick. they're still hot.

DECEMBER

conformation (roswell new mexico, malexa, E, 6k) a sex club bdsm au bc we deserve nice things (like michael in a harness with a collar and leather leash)

make you feel safe (rnm rpf, vlamburn, T, 1400 words) posted today! a little hurt/comfort set during 3x09 filming

no pressure tagging some folks bc this was fun to look at!

@onward--upward @captainjunglegym @stnichols @faketrex @taste-thewaste

@cuprun @matriayawrites @jdeanmorgan

@insecuregodcomplex @firstprincehornyramblings @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @rewritetheending

[pastelwitchling]

I’m so happy you’re still writing for RNM 😃 For the prompts, I would love to see a second part to chapter 60 from the first one shot collection! The one where Alex and Michael are stuck in a barn during a storm during the planetary alignment. I loved that fic!

Sequel to this fic.

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The storm wouldn’t fade, and much like the clouds darkening further with every passing hour, so was Michael’s need for the man behind him.

He clawed up and down his own thighs, breathed deeply, even took to doing some pushups, all to work off the heat simmering in his gut and the desperate desire in his muscles to turn around, push Alex to ground, and take him.

If Alex noticed Michael’s agitation, and Michael knew he did, he didn’t comment. It felt like most of the night had passed since Michael had gone to touch him, and it had been a mistake. The single touch, the single kiss, hadn’t been nearly enough. If anything, all it did was give Michael enough of a taste to make him addicted.

He wanted more. He wanted every inch of Alex’s body against his own. He wanted to feel Alex’s hole spread around his cock, he wanted Alex writhing beneath him, begging and pleading for Michael to move faster, harder, deeper—

“Guerin, stop!” Alex snapped.

His voice pierced through Michael’s thoughts and he looked down at his fists. He’d been punching the barn walls, his knuckles turned scraped and bleeding. Alex was in his space in an instant, holding Michael’s hand between both of his own. His thumb gently grazed the back of Michael’s hand, keeping just to the edge of his injury. It was an innocent touch, meant to comfort and help, but all Michael could think of was the way Alex’s fingers slowly and sensually brushed his skin, and it made his heart race.

What he would do to have those fingers on his own chest, his stomach, in the wiry hair between his legs and wrapped around his—

He stepped back, away from Alex’s touch, his eyes shut tight as he shook his head. “D-Don’t,” he shook. “Don’t touch me, Alex.”

Alex didn’t look the least bit offended, just concerned. “It hasn’t faded yet.” He wasn’t asking.

Michael shook his head vigorously, turning away from him. “It—It’s getting worse,” he grit out. Alex was still so naked, his body chiseled and his shoulders wide and his chest hair so dark that Michael wanted to run his hands over his pecs and squeeze until Alex was moaning. He pressed the base of his palms to his eyes, his hand in pain as blood tricked down to his wrist.

“Get away from me,” he warned Alex. “You have to get away from me, Alex. All I want to do is lick your entire body, and it’s not going away.”

Alex was quiet behind him. Then Michael could hear faint footsteps, the sound of his prosthetic on the ground, and he clenched his jaw as Alex undoubtedly moved to the far corner of the barn, as far away as he could get.

Then Michael felt Alex’s hand on his shoulder blade, and gasped. His body was taut, his heart thrashing violently.

“A-Alex—”

“You have to still want me afterwards,” Alex murmured, and Michael shuddered as he felt his breath on the nape of his neck. “If I let you touch me now, you have to want to touch me after the storm. After the alignment. Forever.”

Alex’s other hand drifted up towards his waist, his fingers brushing Michael’s hip in the softest, most tantalizing touch on his way up, and Michael couldn’t help himself. He leaned back until he was against Alex’s strong chest. The feel of Alex’s hardened buds against his back, his cock against Michael’s ass cheek, his fingers on Michael’s waist, stretching closer to the trail of hair leading down, it left Michael so dizzy all he could do was moan.

“Alex . . .”

“Is that what you want?” Alex said in a low gravelly voice that had Michael gasping, his hands wandering down Michael’s thighs, moving to the soft inside. Alex’s warm lips brushed the shell of Michael’s ear. “You want to have me forever?”

Michael’s words cut off with a choke. He couldn’t think, let alone speak. “Forever,” he managed in a single breath. He put a hand up against the barndoor as Alex led him towards it, and hung his head back when Alex’s hand slid down to grip his already hard cock.

Michael gasped and would’ve fallen if not for Alex’s arm around his waist, keeping him upright against him. “Alex,” he whimpered, and moaned again as he felt Alex’s hardening dick press against him. He grinded his ass back, eager to be touched, to feel Alex’s hard length pressed between their bellies, to put himself in Alex’s mouth and thrust. The very thought, and Alex’s hand on his cock, had him nearly melting right then and there.

Michael’s tongue hung out as Alex’s fingers twisted his nipples, his other hand stroking him until he was painfully hard and leaking.

“But . . .” he choked out, gripping Alex’s wrists tight enough to bruise. He had to say this, he had to make sure. “But you said you . . . you didn’t want . . .”

Alex pressed his forehead to Michael’s shoulder a moment, then to Michael’s dismay, let him go. Did he change his mind? Did he really not want to keep going?

Alex turned him around, but to Michael’s relief, didn’t move away. “Don’t regret me,” he said, his cheeks flushed but his voice quiet. “It would kill me if you regretted me, Guerin.”

Michael was still panting, but he could feel Alex’s pain and fear and hope and lust and love in his few words, his dark eyes. He swallowed and took Alex’s face in his hands. “I want you, Alex,” he breathed. “Forever.”

Alex searched his face, and his eyelids turned heavier as he sighed with relief. “Then kiss me already—mmh!”

Michael cut him off as he surged forward, slotting his mouth against Alex’s and hugging his waist close, keeping their hardened lengths pressed together. Alex’s hands came down to his ass cheeks, and pulled him in closer, Michael making whimpering noises as their hips slapped together again and again.

Michael laid Alex down and hovered above him. He groaned against Alex’s jaw and said, “I hope you’re ready for a long night, Private. The planets aren’t moving anytime soon.”

[crepuscularqueens]

for the WIP ask tag - diner/college football au? and/or RNM cap quartet?

concept for diner/college described here

but im going to give you extra snippets for both! 💕💖💕

college football:

"Dunno," he turned his face towards Bucky this time, offering a half smile, "I contain highly contradictory multitudes, or some shit."

Bucky snorted, shaking his head and taking a drag from his cigarette. He turned his head away from Sam to let out the smoke, "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"That’s the dumbest thing you've ever heard? I thought you and Steve have been friends since practically birth, he’s gotta have that beat."

A barked out laugh in response to that came from Bucky when the kitchen door flung open, Sam’s sister looking hassled as she poked her head out.

"There you are,” she said, “C'mon, Sam, time to get off your ass and back to work, breaks over."

Bucky looked up at her, friendly smile spreading across his face, giving her a little wave, "Hi."

"Hey there, sweetie," she said with a soft smile, returning the wave, "Come on inside when you're ready."

Sam didn’t know who confused him more, and he shot a bewildered look between the two as he stood up. Sarah just responded by pointing her thumb back over her shoulder, signaling for him to get inside. He rolled his eyes as he did.

"'Sweetie?'" he asked as the door clicked shut behind Sarah.

"What, I shouldn't be nice to your friends now?" she shot back with a quizzical expression, "I mean I've only seen him around here a couple times, but he seems like a nice kid."

Sure, of course he'd be nice to Sarah too. Why the hell not, he could literally be friendly with anyone who wasn't Sam.

"He's not my friend," Sam told her stubbornly.

rnm cap quartet:

As soon as he left the room, Sharon turned to Joaquin, "What the hell is going on here?"

"What- Sharon, I'm just trying to make sure you’re okay!"

"No," she dismissed that, waving her hand like it didn't matter, "I mean at the diner, you were shot."

Joaquin’s brows knit together, "I mean, obviously not, right?"

"We both saw the bullet hole."

"There has to be an explanation for that, I mean," he started, "You saw, Sharon, I’m fine."

"Look," Sharon told him seriously, pulling back her leather jacket to reveal the blood soaked shirt underneath, spread from a hole right over where her heart was, "It's sounds insane, I forgot in my panic to make sure you were alright but when we got into the sheriff’s car I-"

Joaquin’s face was getting pale again, he pressed his hand over the stain on her shirt, "I don't understand."

"It was Steve."

"What?"

"Steve was the only other person there!"

"What do you think he did, Sharon? Are you saying Steve Rogers - who we've known since elementary school - magically healed us?"

[dr-lizortecho]

I feel like this screams Max/Kyle but any RNM pairing is fine.

“I thought you were dead.”

You: how about a valevans Drabble?

Me: what about a short half assed mini fic??? (Sorry this got out of hand- and ends abruptly of course, as is my style)

It shouldn’t terrify him half as much as it does, but nonetheless it strikes through Max’s body cold and hollow. Fear making his mind snap into sharp focus, hands steady as he sets his jaw and reaches into the crashed vehicle.

The metal is warped and smoking.

Too many memories threatening to break his calm exterior- to snap him into uselessness. Rosa’s tires squealing before the car came to an abrupt stop, Frankie Vallette’s lifeless body being taken away on a stretcher.

Max’s hands almost start shaking as he presses two fingers to Kyle’s pulse point, a shaky breath escaping him at the soft thrum of life beneath his hands. Even as he frowns at how weak his pulse is.

“Fuck Valenti,” he growls. “I thought you were dead.” Though he knows it’s not his fault, knows the glowing wreckage in the road was undoubtedly alien.

Kyle stirs, eyelids opening almost imperceptibly, body still slack against his seatbelt. “Max?” He croaks out.

The exhausted, nearly broken sound makes something natural and protective flare to life in Max’s chest, his hand sliding up to cup Kyle’s cheek. “Yeah, it’s me. I got you.”

Kyle seems to relax slightly at that, his consciousness still not fully with him as he fails to notice their predicament. “Good. I was… thinkin’ about you?” It’s a question that trails off, like he doesn’t remember why. Doesn’t remember the dumbass argument that had him driving home at three in the goddamn morning.

There’s a piece of metal protruding out of Kyle’s stomach- another unsavory memory rolling off Max as he strokes his thumb along Kyle’s cheekbone.

“Were you now?” Max asks softly.

Kyle frowns, eyes drooping closed again. “Mhmm. You’re dumb… so dumb.”

Max chuckles, heart twisting violently in his chest at the action. “Something we can agree on,” he says gruffly.

“No,” Kyle says weakly. “Only I get to-“ he winces, seeming to finally be waking up in some way or another. The pain in his abdomen finally registered. “Only I get to call you dumb.”

Max tries to smile, but it turns into a sad look as he releases a shaky breath. “This is gonna hurt babe.”

Kyle frowns, “I hurt…everywhere?”

Which sends a pang through Max’s heart, even as he gives Kyle a wry smile. “Just breathe.”

“Sound like me-“ Kyle says, his snark starting to return. Even as his body seems to start reacting to the pain, waking up in a soft panic, one Max can watch him try and repress. He seems to realize he’s in his car, realize the pain he feels is a byproduct of a crash. “Fuck,” he breathes out, wincing as he adjusts slightly. Becoming all too aware of the foreign object in his abdomen.

Max braces himself for the inevitable screams- Kyle’s pained cries had haunted his nightmares for weeks after the last incident. But this was worse already- had started to overlap too many other untouched traumas.

He grips the metal in Kyle’s stomach, ignoring the soft whimper his boyfriend gives at the contact. His breathing becomes heavier and ragged, body tightening up in preparation.

“Breathe,” Max says calmly, “I need you to relax baby.”

Kyle frowns, “no soy tu bebé.”

Max chuckles humorously, “not what you said last week.” Then he’s gripping the metal and pulling it free, wincing at the way it sticks for a second.

The scream rips out of Kyle, body convulsing as his hands fly out to grip the steering wheel. Max’s stomach flips, chest aching as he hurriedly presses his palm to his stomach, hands slick with blood and sliding sickeningly across skin and torn clothing.

Kyle releases a soft yelp as Max’s hand presses against his open wound, hand heating up as he starts using his powers. It always feels like getting his blood drawn and sticking a fork into an outlet all at the same time. The strain on his cardiovascular system tangible as his heart squeezes, as Max pushes all of his energy into his hand, into Kyle’s body.

His vision blurs, mind wandering, body teetering at the edge of some cliff. Max squeezes his eyes closed as sweat starts beading on his forehead, the wound stitching closed beneath his palm. The feel of skin weaving itself back together always makes him feel sick, stomach churning, nausea wracking his body.

But Max doesn’t stop, he keeps pushing at the invisible seam in his mind, where his energy meets Kyle’s, where their bodies and minds are stitched together. He doesn’t know what the internal damage looks like, doesn’t know how much effort it will take to make Kyle’s abs shiny and new. Which would usually make him blush- but not with his hands slick with Kyle’s blood.

“Max,” Kyle manages, throat hoarse. “Max stop.”

He sounds bad. Voice still weak, body weaker as he tries to push Max’s hands off his body, tries to get him to stop.

“I’m fine,” Kyle says. Voice falling flat to Max’s ears. Even as he presses his palm tighter to his body, not wanting to stop till he knew Kyle was safe. Fully safe.

“Max,” Kyle snaps, the same tone he used back at the house. When he’d been mad about him for putting what he wanted on the back burner, again, all to keep a town placated instead of letting it unravel beneath their feet. “If you kill yourself wearing that godforsaken badge-“

Max snaps out of it, remembering their argument, how Kyle had mentioned the badge killing his dad.

“Sorry,” Max mumbles, body already grown heavy, mind sluggish. He’s going to puke. Which he does, managing to jerk back and double over in the grass. His mouth tastes sour and his stomach churns uncomfortably.

There’s a sharp click as Kyle undoes his seatbelt, breathing still ragged. Enough to have Max wipe at his mouth with his sleeve as he straightens back up.

Kyle’s brows are knit together as he meets Max’s eyes, “the fuck is that?” He nods to the glowing orb cratered in the road.

“No idea,” Max mutters, not caring at all as he grabs Kyle and pulls him close. Until he’s fitted beneath his chin, heart beating erratically in his chest. A welcome comfort as Max holds him tight to his body.

“You’re gonna crush my ribs,” Kyle complains, even as he wraps his arms around Max’s waist and burrows his face into his chest.

Max chuckles, pressing his lips to the side of Kyle’s head in a soft kiss. “Am not.”

“I love you,” Kyle mutters into his shirt.

“I’m sorry.” It’s spoken with a heaviness they both understand, even as Max pulls away and starts yanking Kyle’s shirt off.

Kyle bats at his hands, “not here, Evans.”

“I’m just checking,” Max says with a no nonsense tone. Fingers already sliding across his abs, over the smooth skin that only a few moments before had been an open wound.

“Checking my ass,” Kyle grumbles.

Max feels something like relief and adrenaline crashes through his veins, if a little late, and he starts laughing. “I mean- if you want.”

Kyle groans, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I’m dating a teenage boy.”

“On a serious note,” Max can’t help his smile, “we should call Alex. Get this road blocked off. And Liz. Find the answer to whatever that thing is.”

“I get impaled and your solution is to call our ex’s,” Kyle all but pouts. Then he’s grabbing at Max pulling him back in for a kiss.

“I just threw up,” Max laughs, ducking his head.

“No worse than your morning breath,” Kyle mutters.

Max scrunches up his nose, “heyyyy.”

send me a paring + prompt <3

[copperkelly]

during one of my rnm hyperfixation periods I wrote a fic about them having to escape earth for a bit to evade the space cops or something and rick was like quick I have this button for emergencies press it morty and he does and it teleports him summer and morty to a universe where warrior cats is real and they're turned into cats and rick likes to hang out there sometimes and warrior cat larp. just had to get this off my chest

He’s literally a cat wth

[ladiesofrnm]

itsjeaninemason Team making my virtual press dreams come true. #RoswellNM #SeasonTHREE

Makeup: @carolinadali Hair: @seijinyc Stylist: @the_jorgemorales Dress: @versace Shoes: @manoloblahnik Jewelry: @_jennybird

[roswellnmsource]

Updated Season 3 Synopsis

With Max Evans (Nathan Dean) coming face to face in the final moments of Season 2 with an alien that looks like him... Season 3 will find him, and his alien siblings, tasked to uncover who exactly this mysteries figure is. Meanwhile, we’ll find our intrepid Liz Ortecho (Jeanine Mason) living out her dream job, high paid and changing the world in at a lab in California with an ocean view. But a series of events will prove that our one-time lover’s connection might not be severed for good. Which is good timing, as in addition to a mysterious alien that looks just like Max offers context to why our heroes are on Earth in the first place, a mysterious radio signal begins broadcasting across Roswell, Alex Manes (Tyler Blackburn) finds himself in the crosshairs of a new clandestine organization and Michael (Michael Vlamis), Isobel (Lily Cowles) and Rosa (Amber Midthunder) all begin exhibiting new powers. Confusing things even further is an eerie glimpse Maria (Heather Hemmens) gets of the future.... Someone they love is going to die.

[gra-sonas]

Roswell, New Mexico

Nathan Dean Parsons pulls double duty in Season 3 as hero alien Max and Mr. Jones, the mysterious stowaway from the 1947 UFO crash. While Jones reveals Max’s origin story, biomedical engineer Liz (Jeanine Mason) starts anew in Cali. “Cutting-edge science, a lab partner with abs as great as his mind and an ocean view are a pretty great place for her to be,” says showrunner Chris Hollier. “[But] is it the right place for her to thrive?” —Mandi Bierly Season Premiere, Monday, July 26, 8/7c, The CW

A teeny tiny RNM S3 Crumb™ from Chris Hollier via TV Insider

[bealittleimprobable]

I don't know if there's even any way to find people's liveblogs this far on or how much people remember, but something I'd be really curious for Pilot is at what point people realised Michael and Alex were (had been, whatever) A Thing - officially a thing, canon, not nudges and hints. Because I know I clocked it at a very different point to the friend sat next to me!

(I just find it interesting - what people thought was being signalled, what lenses people are bringing to that, etc. Now, if only I could round up a bunch of non-RNM people and give them a button to press as a controlled experiment...)

Gif by @infp_obsessing_over_everything

Sunrise on Crashdown

An event to celebrate the 5th anniversary of Roswell, New Mexico crashing onto our TV screens

13-15 January, 2024

13th - Humans and Aliens and Actors, oh my!

What do you love about your favourites? Who immediately drew you in and why?

14th - Our Intrepid Leader: a Celebration of Liz Ortecho (aka happy birthday Jeanine!)

First impressions of Liz? Favourite dynamics with other characters?

15th - The Night We Met: Pilot Episode

Five years after its debut, all of everything about the pilot!

Submit your work by:

- Tagging "sunriseoncrashdown" and "rnmpilotanniversary" in the tags

- Tagging @sunriseoncrashdown within the post

And/or by:

- Adding your work to the AO3 Collection "Sunrise on Crashdown"

[Image ID: three glowing pods in a cave, followed by a gradually lightening sky at sunrise, with a cactus silhouetted against the sky, and the text: Sunrise on Crashdown / 5th Pilot Anniversary / 13-15 January, 2024]

[lambourngb]

"-- Feel like I need to continue the work, brace the door open, bring in some friends, I'm trying to do that. I'm trying to do that right now. Particularly when it comes to groups within our marginalized groups... we shoot in New Mexico, you know, we're not far [to Texas] it's very southwestern, I feel, what I'm hearing now, where  we're lacking in is Indigenous and Afro-Latina stories. Making sure that our show, that is Southwestern,  that is in Roswell New Mexico, is honoring that. Luckily I have a great team, and everyone is on board for that as well."

--- Jeanine Mason’s Instagram live with Rep. Joaquin Castro yesterday- 10/14/2020.

And then later on Rep. Castro related this story:

"In talking about this issue of diversity, I hope that folks will go, there's a clip of Marlo Brando discussing this issue in the 1970s. Folks should go look it up. In 1972, well actually I guess in early '73 he won best actor for 'The Godfather' which came out in 1972. A classic movie. He went on one of the talk shows later that year and was talking about basically about portrayal in Hollywood with respect to Native Americans and he said, you know, imagine what it's like for a young Native American child to always see themselves as the bad guys in the Westerns of the time, the cowboys and Indians films of the time, and the effect that that has on a group of people and then also the effect that it has on the larger American society and how they see you. I think that is still true today, for so many groups of folks."

Really good conversations about representation in Hollywood. They discuss tax credits to film companies being contingent on the hiring of diverse actors, writers, filmmakers, etc.

Also toward the end, Jeanine says she will be limited in how she socializes during the filming because of Covid-19, and that means it will mostly be castmates. Specifically names Michael Vlamis! So hoping for some wild Instagram lives between Vlamis and the real Vlamis. The Vlamii!

There’s a link to the youtube of this from @gra-sonas ‘s write up and post.

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Nathan talking about meeting Jeanine at their chemistry test (via TVGuide’s instagram)

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Stuck here

That’s how much he loves Michael 🥹

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actually i changed my mind about the new episode in 0.002 seconds when i heard it made people uncomfortable it's 10/10 now