#roswelll new mexico

[isbelevans]

Can’t believe this show really killed off Mimi Deluca in the first 5 minutes!!!!

[lambourngb]

Alex didn’t want to walk away again.

Inspired by some discord talk about Michael. Sorry for the fluff.

Alex didn’t want to walk away again. He stood frozen at the edge of the garage, caught between self-preservation and his constant desire to move closer to Michael. It was rather a joke to even consider he would be strong enough to leave this scene with his heart intact. History was not on his side.

The bright early summer sun had already raised the temperature to a stifling degree, and Michael had taken refuge under the shade of the tin roof sheltering the auto workshop. His t-shirt was hanging off the mirror of old Ford Taurus with its hood up for repairs. It was not unusual to find Michael in various stages of undressed or unbuttoned, but this was new.

Sprawled on an old couch, Michael was asleep, his arms wrapped protectively around a baby on his bare chest. 

Alex glanced down at the pair of sweating milkshakes he had picked up from the Crashdown to share, and back to the scene that was currently robbing him of any attempt at higher brain function. 

The collision inside of Alex, of seeing what he craved so badly crash into the knowledge that if he wanted it, he would have to move on from Michael, reverberated down well-traveled fault-lines in his heart. 

They were not good for each other, he reminded himself, the often repeated mantra. 

Just because he had a briefly engaging but ultimately unfulfilling relationship with Forrest, didn’t mean he was forever ruined by Michael. Just because Michael had a slightly longer, but more emotionally fraught stint as Maria’s boyfriend, didn’t mean Michael was looking to return to him for another try.

They were friends and it was enough, his follow-up mantra to the first one.

Alex’s carefully preserved emotional walls, crashing down around his ears, must have been audible as Michael started to stir from his nap, his arms tightening around the small child before he blinked sleepily up at Alex. 

“Hey, sup, bro,” Michael greeted with a sleep-rough voice, keeping the spread palm of his hand on the baby’s head in support. “Ooh milkshake, gimme!”

This was so unfair. 

He took a deep breath, slowly letting the air and the vicious bite of hope churning inside his chest out. Alex straightened his shoulders under the gravitational pull of his uniform and smiled, extending the milkshake cup to Michael’s free hand. “Hi yourself. Who’s your friend?”

“Sanders’s granddaughter. I got roped into watching her for a bit while he’s on a tow call.” Michael took a sip of the shake before looking at Alex with a suspicious smile, “this is a chocolate shake done Mexican style with extra chipotle peppers. What’s the occasion? Or the favor you want to ask.”

The baby stirred, eyelids flickering with a twist of dismay at either the noise or the change in Michael’s hold. She took a breath, ready with a cry, and Michael sat the shake on the workshop, He took a quick look around before calling with his mind a handful of wire caps in different colors to dance in the air above them. The yellow, red and blue caps weaving in patterns instantly caught the baby’s attention.

With the brewing cry calmed, Michael turned back to Alex, who was still staring in a similarly besotted manner. “Alex?”

“Right. Um, there was a rattle in my car-” Alex’s face warmed, realizing he was falling into an old excuse. Michael’s eyebrows both went up in surprise before his gaze flickered to Alex and then down to the baby, before they turned knowing with a gentle hope.

“A rattle, huh that’s no good… well I’ve got this little lady to watch for a few more hours. But um, why don’t you come back later, after closing, and I can take a look.” Michael licked his lower lip, nodding toward the milkshake. “I’ll need another one of those, and maybe a burger though, for a bribe. Better bring enough for two, actually.”

“Enough for two, after closing,” Alex repeated softly, still flushed.

“Yep, it’s a date.”

[pastelwitchling]

Alex had only stepped out of the bar for a breath of fresh air. Even nearing midnight, the entire town was too loud, too bright, too much. He had only needed a moment. He had no idea who he would run into.

“Happy New Year’s,” Michael drawled, a slow grin tugging at his lips as he watched Alex. He was leaning against the wall, half-hidden in shadow. He had his hands in his jeans pockets, and his black cowboy hat on his head.

Alex looked back toward the door, wondering if it was too late to go back inside.

“You scared of me, Private?” Michael asked. He still sounded amused, though he looked away from Alex as he spoke.

Maybe it was that small nervous tell in his eyes, or the way he slightly scrunched his shoulders, or the way his smirk turned tighter and forced as if preparing to hear another rejection that Alex sighed.

“You’re not scary, Guerin,” he said, and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the door, as far away from Michael as possible. “I just need a minute.”

Michael’s expression turned more genuine, and he spread his arms, as if to say, Well, don’t mind me then.

Alex closed his eyes, letting the clean breeze ruffle his hair. It reeked of smoke inside the bar, but out here, Alex felt the air as clean as if he’d been standing in his cabin in the forest.

Then he heard a soft creaking, as if footsteps slowly approaching, and he tried not to react. Not even as Michael leaned against the wall beside him, shoulder to shoulder as he stared up at the sky.

“They’ll start counting down soon,” he said.

“Mhm.”

“The fireworks will start.”

“Usually,” Alex nodded. What were they doing? Was this Michael’s attempt at starting a conversation? Alex didn’t really want anymore meaningless small talk. He’d had that with Michael the past several months, and he didn’t like it.

It made the distance between them seem wider, somehow, as if the harder they tried to be friends, the worse their relationship became.

Michael was quiet for a long moment, then, “You have anybody to kiss when the ball drops?”

Alex opened his eyes slowly. Oh.

“Would you... kiss me if I asked?”

He swallowed. “Uh...” Granted, not the most eloquent response, but what was Michael expecting?

“Are you drunk?”

Michael pursed his lips as he searched Alex’s face, and he shook his head. Alex couldn’t help but wonder in that moment whether or not running into Michael outside was a coincidence at all, or whether it was something the cowboy had planned. All for this moment.

“Since when are you big on traditions?” Alex asked.

Michael shrugged a shoulder, huffing a small chuckle. “What traditions?”

Alex looked up. What traditions? I don’t care about traditions. I just want to kiss you.

Alex swallowed, and slowly wrapped his arms around Michael’s shoulders. The cowboy inhaled, his own arms coming up around Alex’s waist, under his jacket.

His hands were ice-cold against Alex’s skin, even through his shirt, but Alex didn’t care. Maybe he was a little drunk, and maybe this was the perfect excuse to kiss Michael, and maybe he’d imagined kissing the love of his life the entire year and just wanted to end this year making his want a reality, but he held Michael tightly against him regardless.

The others inside began counting down until midnight, half the bar still chattering and laughing.

Alex pressed his forehead to Michael’s. “Just until the fireworks stop,” he whispered, and Michael, whose eyes had already fluttered shut at Alex’s touch, nodded.

“5... 4...”

Alex wondered if Michael’s lips were as warm as he remembered.

“3... 2...”

Alex dug his fingers through the curls at the nape of Michael’s neck, and pulled him in. At everyone’s screams, Alex and Michael’s lips crashed together, and Alex had nearly forgotten the fireworks completely.

Michael’s lips were even warmer than he remembered them to be, even softer, yet as they kissed, Michael moaned and his hands ran up and down Alex’s sides and back as if he was the treasure.

Michael pushed Alex against the wall, his hand behind Alex’s head to protect him from getting hit. The fireworks raged on in the sky, but they seemed to be going by in slow-motion as Michael tilted his head, swiping his tongue across Alex’s, their mouths moving together as if the entire year had culminated in this one heated moment.

It was a new year, new alignments, new stars. But it was always Michael. The same person Alex imagined in his arms, pressed against him.

Maybe some things changed, Alex thought. But not this. Never this.

[im-the-punk-who]

what do you mean doing stupid malex speed sketches at 5am isnt a healthy coping mechanism

[fromkenari]

she did not. compare. alex and maria. to street and riggins. (high schoolers, straight men, and one is newly disabled, wtf) and michael as lyla. lmfao. omg. i’m done. fuck this show, man. no.

[thessc]

How much time has passed in Roswell New Mexico?! I’m so confused with all the time jumps and another 3 weeks has passed!

[afrobi-loves]

Fucking finally Izzy and Rosa!!!!

[theredandwhitequeen]

Isobel kicks hard Michael asleep on his feet What’s left of him, I love Isobel’s disgusted look Scooby gang They don’t ask questions they obey my orders This is where we’re going to save max Lying about Rosa’s funeral Isobel learning to fight? Tagging Missing signs For Mimi Rosa seeing her dad Rosa at the pony sees max in her dream Burning alive from inside Needs her sketchbook  Michael welding equals super hot but he keeps seeing his mom Noooo he’s awake Kyle is sassy I don’t think you’d do that to Michael Guerin. He wouldn’t, but I would. I love you Kyle Cops limited resources  Private detective  Using Isobel’s blood Nanotechnology Michael  I’ve never failed at the science Body parts in jars Leave the alien death serum alone Isobel Rosa going to grave site. 💔💔💔💔💔 The graffiti on it, her trying to clean it off.  Go away Wyatt You’re hardened? Seriously  Wyatt long and Michael fighting Caulfield cleanup Flint Fake news Buried by racist tweets in seconds Wyatt you dick Stop watching Rosa Pregnant Isobel - size of a lentil Body snatching bundle of evil Spray painting The futures creepy as hell Arrested Liz Poor Rosa I love Michael and Liz I love how hard Maria hustles Do we get a refund if we don’t  Pathology report for Rosa Isobel being annoyed I scream extremely loud Screaming Werewolves Write down what you’re afraid of The lentil I need you to get it together I needed to pause the work to do some punching I want to discuss Noah bracken  Does the whole town hate me? Wyatt was a nice kid who changed and is a psycho Rosa told kyle Liz was arrested Sheriff Valenti and Liz talking, half truths Throw your fear into the fire Isobel and Maria talking, trapped. You can choose to set yourself free Concern and kindness on Maria’s face The crashdown and Rosa in her room, found alcohol Acetone Steph is not my favorite person as of yet Michael and Alex - so much chemistry  Nora Truman oct 14, 1948 A year after the crash If I could choose to be with Maria Deluca I would. Oh Alex Rosa is so angry and in pain Do you feel strong enough to live on your own Rosa? Michael moving to the Pony, to make it safer for Maria is sweet If anything bad happened to you I’d hate it.  Casual, trial, non exclusive basis tossed samples What makes you think I had a choice Did Alex hurt his dad? Rosa no  Licking the poison Max trying to talk to Rosa and Rosa drinking so much sadness

[signoraviolettavalery]

I really, really hope Roswell doesn’t go the Supernatural route of piling trauma, and then more trauma, and then more trauma on the characters with no reprieve and room to breathe, because at a certain point, that strains any kind of credulity regarding the psychology of the characters and their ability to function

When it was Rosa’s death and the toolshed incident, yes, I could see how they functioned (badly). But now we also have Isobel losing Noah, Michael losing his mother and witnessing genocide, Max dying (which affects Liz, Michael, and Isobel) and probably a host of other things. And I have no doubt that they’ll add more trauma and more drama and more angst in season 2, and at a certain point I will just stop believing that this can function as a story, because it goes from exploring the psychological repercussions of trauma to just, like, a contest of how dramatic you can make the next cliffhanger. 

[thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain]

Not the best quality but wanted to make some Malex headers, and was inspired by their iconic "something cosmic" line.

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[daughterofelros]

Okay. So. First glimpse of Alex’s bedroom. Nice sheets. Good headboard for leaning one’s hands against, should such an occasion arise. Pleasing positioning of objects about the room. Don’t love the window treatments, but we can’t have everything all at once. 8/10, I like this.

Alex & Forrest in bed

for @a1kitkat

[amarvelousshit]

What is roswell new mexico and why do I keep seeing these gay cowboys on my page?

[pastelwitchling]

Small thought before bed.

***

Maria stared at the spaceship piece a moment longer, undeterred, and said, “Why do you have that?”

Alex threw the sheet over the colored glass, but Maria persisted. “Alex, why do you have that?” Alex said nothing as he stuffed the spaceship piece into his backpack where it could stay, safe and hidden.

“You...” Maria shook her head, her brows furrowed as if she just couldn’t process what she’d seen. “You — no, you don’t do things like this. If Michael found out —”

“He’d take it, and leave,” Alex said flatly. There was once a time where a part of him, small as it was, might’ve believed that Michael wouldn’t leave, that he’d stay for Alex. It had been a stupid wish.

“So you’re keeping him here,” Maria said, her eyes searching Alex’s face as if really seeing him now. “Alex, you... you really love him. Oh my God, you really —”

“You already knew that!” Alex snapped, and Maria flinched.

“No,” she shook her head, avoiding his eyes now. “No, I-I thought you were just attached, I thought you wanted the idea of him —”

“Maria,” he said, tired. “You knew.”

He was sick of being talked at as if everyone knew what he felt better than he did. He was sick of everyone else controlling how his life went, and deciding what made him happy and what didn’t. He was sick of being disappointed. He was just sick of it all.

“Don’t you get it?” he said. “I’m never going to forgive you. Never. And i-it’s not because it’s Guerin, or because you kissed him, or even because he chose you — you know me, you know it was never about that.”

He shook his head. His eyes were burning, and he felt a lump in his throat. “You knew I had hope. You knew... and it didn’t matter. What could you possibly say to defend yourself?”

Maria didn’t answer, her eyes averted as they filled with tears, but Alex didn’t wait to see her cry. He turned, and with the spaceship piece tucked safely away in his backpack, he continued walking the road alone. He was done living for other people. He was done caring.

[roswellnmfashionblog]

Who: Jeanine Mason as Liz Ortecho What: Ulla Johnson Lucia Top - Sold Out Where: 4x10 “Down in a Hole"

Worn with: Sandro coat

[alexmanesapologist]

I adore her

[manesalex]

I'm so confused. I've been a fan of T since pll days (I've loved him for a decade OMG I just realised how long it's been). And last season, towards the latter half (s1 was normal) I got mega confused cuz suddenly Tyler looked kinda different and I'm rewatching rn and I still can't put my finger on why. His insta pics look normal so this confuses me even more. 😂 Idek if other people have noticed this or it's just me and my 10 year obsession... Maybe it was the hair idk

I haven’t noticed that, but, Nonnie, I have trouble watching the Would You Come Home scene because they got a really bad hand double to play the piano. And, as someone who has paid very close attention to Tyler’s hands, it’s just wrong!

As for the latter half of s2? It probably is the hair. They really just need to let Tyler style his own hair.