#this is an idea that I had while watching roswell

[isekai-crow]

Sky Fish

So. Haven't posted in a while. But I have knowledge I NEED to share with the world. I can't think of a funny way to portray it so... -serves it up on a platter-

The Sky Fish familiar that Marcille makes in episode 22 / chapter 48.

This is "real".

This is the cryptid or UMA (read: yu-ma or Unidentified Mysterial Animals) known in Japan as the Sky Fish, and in English as a flying rod or rod.

So like, this is actually a thing. Japanese TV loves UFOs and Cryptids (or maybe I'm biased because my Beetle is the one who's obsessed but.) the timing for This Specfic Cryptid's popularity and when Ryoko Kui was writing/starting out with this story, are around the same time. This specific UMA had such an impact on me when i first saw it in TV 10ish years ago, that I was so excited about its appearance, and then confused and amused in equal measure when my Capybara had no idea what I was talking about.

AND THE TV SHOW I WATCHED! the original episode clip is still on youtube, although lacking English subtitles (although you can translate the auto generated subtitles to English if you want to try).

Basically, Jose Escamilla of Roswell, New Mexico (and several other sources around middle and South America) caught this UMA/Cryptid on video in 90s? But the story and other people catching them on video and in pictures still pop up, but with improved phone cameras, the proof that it's likely just bugs flying at just the right frame rate to make a long cat style image is more prevalent lol.

But this was/is a super popular UMA in Japan. Like, there are gacha minis, and figures, cryptid books, and other anime featuring these lil guys.

JoJo's bizarre adventures Stone Ocean's Sky High stand, Skytails from Zelda, and a Kemono Friend are some examples.

I want a lil sky fish figurine now...

But yea...

WOO SKY FISH CRYPTIDS FTW

[cera-writes]

Kurt from X-Men evolutions having a crush on rogue’s new friend she’s a new Transfer student from Roswell (hance a bit of a western accent little bit similar to rogues southern accent) and her mutant abilities have something to do with a western/cowgirl theme,

(reader doesn’t stay at the Institute because she is living with her aunt and uncle place, but likes to visit the Institute sometimes) but one time he gets so nervous, trying to confess his feelings for her, so he had to ask his sister (rogue) for help?

A/N: Cuteeeeee idea! Sorry this took a while to write! I've finally been getting caught up with requests! Pairing: Nightcrawler (X-Men: Evolution) x F!Reader Tags: fluff, confessions, mutual crushing

Lassoin' Hearts

The holographic sand swirled around Rogue's boots as she dodged a Sentinel's laser blast. You were their newest trainee (though not technically a student since you lived with your aunt and uncle a few miles out). You whipped your lasso, Sunstorm, crackling with bio-energy. Your drawl, a touch rougher than Rogue's Southern twang, echoed through the Danger Room, "Hold your fire, darlin'! We gotta flank 'em!"

"Watch your six, sugah," Rogue retorted, unleashing a closed fist punch that sent a Sentinel staggering. "These bots are more trouble than a herd of angry longhorns."

From the corner of your eye, you saw a blue blur materialize next to you, nearly tripping over his own tail. It was Kurt, his teleportations lately seeming to coincide suspiciously often with your training sessions.

"Uh, hey," he stammered, his voice laced with a nervousness that clashed with his usual stoicism. "There's something I…" He trailed off, the faint scent of brimstone clinging to him like a nervous sweat.

You raised an eyebrow, your lasso twirling expertly. "Spit it out, Kurt. Your entrances are about as subtle as a runaway stagecoach."

A frustrated puff of brimstone erupted from behind him, momentarily obscuring the holographic cacti. Rogue, ever the observer, smirked. Finally, with a deep breath that seemed to deflate his chest, Kurt blurted, "It's just… the way you handle yourself out here. You make the Danger Room look like a lazy afternoon. And that lasso work? It's… impressive."

A warmth bloomed across your cheeks. Here was Kurt Wagner, the teleporting demon with a reputation as intimidating as a dust storm, confessing a kind of… fondness for you? The situation felt surreal, like a tumbleweed rolling through a five-star restaurant.

"Kurt," you began, then glanced at Rogue who winked and said pointedly, "Sometimes the most direct path is the best one, even if it's not through a portal of brimstone."

With Rogue's playful nudge, you leaned closer, keeping your voice low. "Kurt, you don't need fancy teleportations or smoky entrances to impress me. Just maybe next time, try a less… dramatic approach."

Kurt's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily replacing the usual shadows around them. Then, a genuine smile, as rare and beautiful as a desert bloom after a monsoon, spread across his face. "So, maybe you'd like to see a real desert sometime? No training bots, just… stargazing under a sky full of stars, maybe?"

A slow smile curved your lips. "Now you're talking my language, Nightcrawler."

Forget awkward teleports and intimidating entrances. Maybe Kurt just needed to be himself, a charmingly enigmatic demon with a surprising amount of courage hidden beneath his blue fur. Perhaps, the key to navigating his feelings wasn't through flashy portals, but through the more straightforward path of honesty.

[morgoonie]

Monstertober Day 1 - Marking the Territory

Getting ahead of the October monster prompt that @ozzgin made and, as with every story I've written so far, its with a roswell conspiracies vampire (I have a problem I know)

Featuring Davos, he's in like one episode for a short time (but I love him anyway)

M!Vampire/Naga x F! Reader

"D-Davos slow down it's t-to much." You whined as your nails dug deeper into your boyfriends chest in a fruitless effort to push him off of you. You poor pussy was drenched and overstimulated from the hours he's spent stretching you out with his fingers and tongue for his first dick, your body desperately needed a break.

However your giant serpentine boyfriend was to far gone as he continued to grind his hips against yours, hoping that your body would miraculous accept his far to swollen knot, to hear your soft pleas. As he continued to pump his still hard cock into you each twitch and roll of his hips nudged you closer and closer to another orgasm.

Crying out his name as you clung to him Davos pressed himself more against your warm sweat covered body, his inflated knot throbbing against your wet hole as he filled you with more of his cum. You could only weakly moan in a mix of pleasure and pain as his sharp claws dug into your plush hips leaving bright red marks that you know will be replaced with bruises in the morning.

Panting against his neck an idea crossed your mind on how to properly get his attention and without hesitating you bite down onto him. While your teeth aren't able to actually harm your vampire but it's enough to make him go still.

A shiver courses through your body as a deep growl rumbled through Davos as he finally pulled out of you. His hand came up to press against your neck making you let go of his neck, but not before swiping your tongue over the light pink bitemark you left on him.

The triumph grin you had from finally getting him to pull out of you faltered when you saw the burning lust in his golden eyes. Before you could utter an apology Davos grabbed your plush thighs and pushed your knees up by your head, exposing more of your soaked pussy to him

"Hush now my sweetling~ you know what you invited when you bit me." His second cock twitched in excitement as he watched your hole quiver and clench around nothing as he let his words register in your mind, pearls of precum leaking from the tip coating the underside of his thick shaft down to his knot.

You always knew that Davos had a thing for leaving marks on you. It was his silent way of making sure others, both vampire and human, knew you were already claimed. Mentally cursing yourself all you could do is let out a resigned sigh and wiggle into a more comfortable position "Try not to go overboard at least? I want to be able to walk later."

Moving his hand to cup the back of your neck Davos pulled you closer so he could bury his face into your neck, giving you a soft "maybe" as he took deep slow breaths of your scent and nuzzled you affectionately. His larger body caged you completely under him as he pressed you further into the mattress tail shifting to coil around and under you as he lined up with your entrance again, hissing in satisfaction of feeling your combined juices slick up his tip.

The hiss quickly erupts into a possessive growl as Davos clamped his jaw around your throat, fangs piercing the soft skin enough to force your instincts to keep you still as he slowly pushed his second cock into you, burying himself to the knot in your sweet warm folds.

Wasting no time he begins slowly pulling out of you leaving only his tip inside. He gave you a momemt to mentally brace yourself before plunging back into your wet folds with a purr, your needy moans and the lewd wet squelching only spurring your boyfriend on as his continued to fuck you with a steadily increasing pace while his knot pressing more and more against your overly sensitive pussy begging to be let in.

Letting out a hiss that reverberats through your whole body the sensation forces you to relax more in his hold despite his fangs gripping your jugular. Releasing your throat with a pleased groan as he feels your body grow limp against him Davos' tongue softly flicks along your flushed skin tasting your heavy arousal.

Whining his pace faltered for a moment from your taste. Replacing his fangs with his lips Davos kissed and sucked along your neck leaving small marks of his love to have you show off later "F-fuck sweetling you're so perfect, my perfect little mate. Gonna be a good girl for me and take all of me this time, right? Gonna let me breed you and give you a nice big clutch~"

Moving your legs to wrap around his hips Davos uncoiled his tail and dragged you up with him as he stood, his large hands holding you up with ease as he bounced you on his cock, the one from earlier rubbing against your clit and coating both of your stomachs with your combined cum as he held you tightly against himself, his long tan and dark brown tail slapping against the mattress as he murmured soft praises against your neck. He was so close to fitting all of his length inside of you.

Sharp discomfort mixed with pleasure had you arching into his hold as his thick knot finally slipped inside of you. Luckily the discomfort didn't last long much to your surprise as it was quickly drowned out by the immensely strong orgasm that came from the pressure and throbbing of Davos' knot swelling against your g-spot. Your vision blurring as your came hard around him, tears rolling down your cheeks from how utterly filled you felt as pushed himself further into your soft body to keep his knot from slipping out before he could properly lock in you.

Moaning and panting against your heated skin Davos gently laid you back down onto the mattress, or as gentle as he could be while rutting against you in his lustful state. The room shook at the volume of his growl as he came deep inside of you.

Your eyes searched for his as you both came down from your euphoric highs but his gaze was drawn further down. Curiously you glanced down to see what had his focus and couldn't help but gasp at the sight of your slightly distended belly. Reaching down between you two your fingers lightly brushed the large bulge. Feeling him through your skin made your squeeze around him more drawing out a small whine from your massive boyfriend.

Grinning you pressed down on the bulge making you both moan loudly from the sensation. Giggling from the way he whimpered about you being mean you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss, you hands combing through his gray hair as he purred and returned the sweet gesture; that is until he shoved his far to long tongue into your mouth and partially down your throat.

Gagging from the sudden intrusion you tug at his hair and pull away gasping for air while he laughs at the deep blush forming on your cheeks "Sorry sweetling, I saw an opportunity and took-" Gasping as you purposely clenched around him in retaliation he quickly dropped his head against your neck and nuzzled you with soft whines "O-okay okay, I'll behave."

For now perhaps, but you knew by the time his knot was deflated enough to come out you'll be covered in his marks.

[respectthepetty]

Get To Know Me Tag

thanks for tagging me @telomeke and @dylogpenchester

Do you make your bed?

Yes, so my ass doesn't hop back into it!

What’s your favorite number?

3-6-9, and I blame Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz for that. "TO THE WINDOWS, TO THE WALLS!"

What is your job?

English teacher/instructor/professor, so I beat my ancestors' oppressors at their own game!

If you could go back to school, would you?

Lifelong learner, so I've never left school. Collecting these diplomas like Mariah Carey collects number one singles (with ease and unbothered).

Can you parallel park?

Yes. One-handed. While the other hand holds my cell phone, my tea, and the snack I'm munching on.

A job you had that would surprise people?

As a long-time vegetarian, it would surprise people that my first job was selling meat. Had no idea what any of it tasted like, but I could sell it and make gross men feel uncomfortable while doing it.

Do you think aliens are real?

I went to the UFO Festival during the 75th anniversary of the Roswell incident. What do you think?

Can you drive a manual car?

Do I know how to operate a stick? Only because I like saying it that way.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I do not feel guilty about my pleasure.

Tattoos?

Heavens no! I'm afraid of needles. My ears aren't even pierced. But I love to admire them.

Favorite color?

YELLOW!

Favorite type of music?

I love all types of music (pop, country, electronic, rap, reggaeton, norteño, y todo), but I'm hella mad at how brief songs are today because I need four more minutes of GloRilla and Megan Thee Stallion saying "I don't wanna be saved, don't save me [. . .] You ain't my daddy. I'm not your baby"

Do you like puzzles?

Like trying to figure out where some people get the fucking audacity? Or who the fuck they think they're talking to? Yes. My favorite kinds of puzzles.

Any phobias?

It used to be the dark, but I embraced the darkness (aka I went to therapy)

Favorite childhood sport?

Playing? Softball (fast-pitched, not so much). Watching? Soccer.

Do you talk to yourself?

Who else would I talk to? God? Los santos? My ancestors? They don't need this smoke.

What movies do you adore?

Clueless, Pan's Labyrinth, Stardust, Esteros, A Walk in the Clouds, Wildhood, Another Gay Movie, The Best Man for this scene alone

Coffee or tea?

Tea. Coffee is burnt beans and taste like the ashes of Mother Nature. I wrote what I wrote.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Ms. Frizzle because her outfits were on theme, she understood the assignment, and she was never caught slacking. She is unmarried, has a Ph.D, an Ed.D, works in education teaching S.T.E.M., and has a pet lizard. I don't just want to be her; I want to be with her.

[maya-matlin]

hiiiii ashton <333 I know we've talked about it before but I recently was on a video and saw some comments that angered me and you know I ship leyton and brulian too but I just wanna hear your thoughts because you always give the best ones!! why do you personally prefer brucas over leyton? why don't you ship leyton? and what do you think about the comments from people saying how leyton were always supposed to be endgame even though s2&3 it certainly didn't feel that way!! and about the comments saying that chopia breaking up had nothing to do with it even though they broke up before brucas actually got back together and they could've very easily not put them together after chopia broke up if they wanted to lol I'm just very curious about your thoughts and don't really wanna discuss it in messenger tbh this is easier so I get all your opinions lol I love you so much and you always give the best responses and answers when I ask you things!! 💞💞💞

I literally don't, but thank you for saying that 💙💙 First things first, I did ship Lucas and Peyton in the past. So on some level, I understand the appeal because I also fell for them when I started watching One Tree Hill. Truth be told, one day I just snapped out of it. Before season 6 even premiered, I was watching my season 5 DVD and finding myself frustrated with the LP story line while appreciating the dynamic between Brucas. Anyways, since then I've watched every episode multiple times and analyzed both by myself and sometimes with others why exactly I don't root for Leyton and prefer Brucas. To me, they're representative of a lot of tropes that will never be my favorite. Meant to be from the pilot couples are always going to be a hard sell. The chemistry had better be something special and the ongoing story needs to be more than, "I immediately know you better than everyone else in your life after having a handful of conversations." There are always exceptions to this rule. Sometimes I fall for the ship fast (Stelena, sorry). Other times it takes until nearly the entire first season or until the second (Ephram/Amy from Everwood, Max/Liz from OG Roswell, Spelivia) for me to get past the beginning and appreciate what the couple is at the heart of it. Needless to say, this sums up Leyton (derogatory). So much of their connection is told to the audience rather than shown. From day one, it's automatically clear that this is the couple to root for. Their only real obstacle, Nathan, is a comically terrible, borderline abusive boyfriend, so the fact Lucas in early season 1 is the anti Nathan pushes him incredibly hard as Peyton's ideal match. Once Brucas starts up, there's an immediate difference in energy and chemistry. Both Lucas and Peyton take themselves so seriously. It's always deep feelings and angst and brooding and "oh, we want to be together, but the circumstances are just too hard." And meanwhile, it's only like episode 9. Brooke has deep feelings and her own insecurities, but on the outside she doesn't take life super seriously and is someone who acts rather than internalizing everything. Brooke's influence on Lucas's life feels like a breath of fresh air. Lucas begins to loosen up and see that there can be more to life than his preconceived ideas of how the world works and how everyone should be acting. On Lucas's end, he encourages Brooke to develop her intellectual side and see that she has so much more to offer than being the life of the party and someone who gets validation from sleeping with a lot of guys. Lucas is the first person Brooke wants to get serious with. Even better, this is a story line we actually get to see play out. When Lucas and Brooke talk about what they like about each other, it all tracks because we've been watching their attraction bloom and seeing how in a lot of ways, they're at their best together. Sorry, this is getting long. This is all solely based on season 1. By the end of the season, Lucas and Peyton cheat for the first time. This sadly becomes a pattern for them. Brooke is emotionally devastated. And though Lucas immediately seems to feel guilt over hurting Brooke, it takes him time to see how far he's strayed from the type of person he wants to be.

Season 2 is a massive gamechanger for Brucas. This is the first time they're truly able to be friends. Without the expectation of a relationship, Brooke and Lucas are able to connect on a deeper level. Yet again, this is something shown to us rather than told. This is the kind of relationship both took the time to develop. Much like in season 1, Lucas encourages Brooke to invest in her more intellectual, soulful side. Lucas himself works on being more selfless, taking the time to improve as a person. Unlike when Lucas pined for Peyton while she was dating Nathan and embarked on an affair during his first relationship with Brooke, this time Lucas allows Brooke's relationship with Felix to play out without any interference while still being a friend. Lucas is aware of his own feelings, but he also knows how badly he hurt Brooke in the past and has no reason to think a second chance is even a possibility. When Lucas kisses Brooke after months of close friendship and opening up to each other emotionally (albeit with Brooke understandably on guard post cheating and Lucas hiding his rediscovered feelings), it feels earned. The third season is a mixed bag. At its best, season 3 Brucas is a perfect mix of seasons 1 and 2 Brucas. Both seem to be equally emotionally invested in the relationship working out and view each other as basically their endgame. But the fun and the lightheartedness exist, as well. Brooke is still someone who brings light and fun to Lucas's life. On Lucas's end, it starts to get murky as the show gets closer and closer to the shooting episode. After spending so much time veering away from the possibility of Lucas and Peyton together with emphasis on Lucas's love for Brooke, the strength of the Brooke/Peyton friendship and even how Lucas and Peyton are actually able to be platonic, healthy friends themselves, everything gets destroyed so that the show can return to Leyton. On the one hand, it's not as though it's totally out of nowhere or implausible because again, the narrative went so hard in Leyton's favor during the first season. But at the same time, it doesn't feel believable to me when it finally happens. Lucas seems to flip flop from getting past his breakup with Brooke to declaring Peyton is the one he wants next to him when his dreams come true in mere seconds. The writers LOVE to make Lucas in denial about his feelings for Peyton. Past the first season, we don't get Lucas pining for Peyton. We just don't. We got Lucas pining for Brooke during season 2 and part of 3 and even Lucas wanting Lindsey back after she leaves him at the altar, but for the lion's share of LP's history, it's Peyton desperately wanting Lucas and somewhat being willing to sacrifice everything just for the chance of being with him. So because of this, Lucas becomes an almost passive love interest where he's told over and over again what he should want and what his true feelings are until he just kind of.. says fine, choosing Peyton. That alone is why I prefer Brucas. It's the more compelling story line and relationship. Plus, the chemistry.

And I hate to do it, but this vs this:

Chemistry is unpredictable, always up for debate, and shouldn't always be the deciding factor in what a person ships. My shipping preferences have been all over the place in this area. But when the writing is lacking and the chemistry isn't really selling the story either, these moments that are supposed to be powerful and come across as passionate somehow come across as phony and put on. In my opinion, Chad and Hilarie had buddy chemistry while Chad and Sophia had the passionate, in love type of chemistry due in large part to literally being in love and married in real life.

As a viewer, I really resent being told that Lucas was simply denying his true feelings for no other reason I can think of except maliciousness when he spent basically two and a half seasons wanting Brooke over Peyton. The romantic relationship with Lucas and Peyton during seasons 4 and 6 seems like the healthier option on the surface, but it comes back to how I feel about Lucas as a passive love interest and Peyton's arc being so wrapped up in whether or not she gets the guy. This is pretty much spelled out towards the end of season 3. During a conversation between Brooke and Peyton, Brooke confides in Peyton that during Lucas's absence she realized that she wasn't as reliant on his physical presence as she thought she'd be. From Brooke's perspective, all this means is that Brooke is somehow capable of loving and being happy independently of the man she loves. But on One Tree Hill, this is supposed to imply Brooke either doesn't truly love Lucas, is falling out of love with Lucas, or that Peyton loves Lucas more because she doesn't desire independence outside of him. It's a gross message to say the least. This brings me full circle, back to season 5. Between seasons, Lucas proposed to Peyton and broke off the relationship when she didn't accept his proposal. Objectively speaking, not the worst thing in the world and a valid thing to do if this is a deal breaker. But this causes the Lucas/Peyton relationship to be heavily imbalanced and in Lucas's favor over Peyton's. Lucas stops feeling like the kind of person who follows his heart and more this desperate guy who wants to marry someone to the point the bride doesn't actually matter. If I go along with the idea that Lucas was in love with Peyton throughout the intervening years, throughout season 5 and for the entirety of his romance with Lindsey, what does that say about Lucas? One, he's the kind of guy who is so out of touch with his own emotions that nothing he says should ever be trusted. Or two, he's an asshole and will willingly commit himself to another woman under false pretenses just because he didn't get what he wanted from his first choice on his terms. Peyton's love for Lucas is meant to be undying and unconditional, causing her to behave in such selfish, desperate ways. Lucas, on the other hand, proves that his affection for Peyton is very conditional. He's not willing to compromise. He doesn't want to wait around for Peyton to catch up with where he is.

And in the mean time, Lucas bouncing between Peyton and Lindsey actually means season 5 Brucas is a very good alternative for Lucas. It's all very unspoken, but the chemistry and the connection between Lucas and Brooke never goes away. Much like in season 2, the possibility of romance is very much off the table. Brooke returns to Tree Hill not to win Lucas back, but because she misses her hometown and sees herself settling down there. Because nothing is being pushed on either end, it's much easier for adult Lucas and adult Brooke to be friends in a way that's impossible for Lucas and Peyton. They're able to relate to each other outside of high school and their past romance. A flashback reveals that Lucas was the first person Brooke told that she wanted to have a baby. During the time Brooke is taking care of Angie, Lucas becomes the kind of person Brooke can depend on and lean on for emotional support. Even outside of season 5, there's a consistent theme of Lucas being the best, most selfless version of himself with Brooke. It's as though Brooke's influence in Lucas's life mixed with their season 1 history almost demands that Lucas be better when they're together. Both Brooke and Lucas are in the place where they're looking to settle down. In a moment that's kind of a contrast to season 3

Unlike in season 3 when Lucas was trying to fight for Brooke but kind of clueless when it came to working out what she wanted from him, this time Lucas realizes that no matter how strong Brooke seems to be, she needs him to show up for her. There will always be endless potential for season 5+ Brucas, in my opinion. Their strong bond and complementary desires for a future shine through even as the narrative reminds us over and over again that Peyton is the one who loves Lucas most and that anything that isn't about Peyton is merely "denial" or Lucas "hiding his heart." Anyways, Lucas literally fantasizes about marrying all of his major love interests, Brooke included. The dream sequence wants us to believe Brooke and Lucas want very different things, making them fundamentally incompatible. The entirety of seasons 5-9 disagrees with this, but Lucas still ends up with Peyton.

When it comes down to it, I don't like the people Lucas and Peyton are around each other. As friends, it's mostly okay. They certainly share common interests and Peyton lacks the trust issues Lucas's other girlfriends have considering she's always the other woman. But.. so much of their love story comes across as incredibly forced with so many holes in it. Their arc throughout the first six seasons does NOT hold water. Peyton isn't allowed to be a fully fleshed out person with goals that don't perfectly align with becoming Mrs. Lucas Scott. Lucas holds all the cards, resulting in him becoming far more selfish and almost childish in the way he acts like season 1 Lucas who is still butthurt his crush didn't want to commit to him after one make out session. Even in the final season, I don't see much if any growth. It's the final season for both characters and the show played out the beats of broken up Leyton, so they're put back together. So much of what happens between Lucas and Peyton is heavily reliant on the idea of everything coming full circle without any regard for how one or both have changed since then. Brucas doesn't have this problem. If nothing else, Brooke and Lucas's relationship goes through multiple changes, with each phase feeling much more mature and deeper than the one before. Even though their past and Brooke's trust issues are recurring problems, their actual dynamic always remains in the present.

As for your last question, I'll never know for sure what discussions were like behind the scenes circa seasons 2 and 3. But based on how season 2 played out, I think there's a very good chance the endgame shifted. The underlying tension and romantic affection between Lucas and Peyton was completely gone. Lucas realized he wanted to be with Brooke and never seemed to consider Peyton. Even Peyton, who has ambiguous moments that refer to possible feelings for Lucas even before the shooting, doesn't have this during the second season. She spends far more time pining for and loving Jake. When Peyton expresses displeasure over her relationship with Lucas, it's that he hasn't been the kind of friend that shows up for her emotionally. Lucas's response to this is to bring Jake back to town LOL. In terms of season 3, it gets confusing. Chad and Sophia didn't separate until multiple episodes into the first half of season 3. Meaning, the groundwork was already being laid for Brucas's failed friends with benefits/casual relationship to become a deeper romantic one even before Chad and Sophia split up. But at the same time, Lucas's friendship with Peyton was also being prioritized again with more references to their romantic past coming up outside of Brooke's insecurities. So with that in mind, it seems like LP was a possibility even as Brucas was rebuilding their relationship. However, I think the Chad/Sophia split permanently closed the door on any legitimate Brucas once their season 3 arc was completed. Personally, I don't think Peyton ending up with Lucas was set in stone until the end of season 3. Had Chad and Sophia never split up, I definitely think we would have seen another round of Brucas at some point because the chemistry alone would have demanded it. Plus, the gross producers capitalizing on the real life Chad/Sophia romance. In a universe where Chad and Sophia never broke up, my gut says Lucas ends up with Brooke. But nothing is 100%. To sum up my thoughts, I think there was a plan in place during season 1. I think another plan emerged during season 2. In season 3, the endgame was literally up for grabs. But Chad and Sophia's breakup sealed the deal.

I love you, too! I'm so sorry for making you read all this.

[freneticfloetry]

Okay, Nice Ask Week Ask -

Okay, because I know you've watched a bunch of the same old school fandom shows I've watched - what was your fandom journey? Where did you start? What did you first read? Where'd you go next? (following authors or shows?) Livejournal - yes or no?

The noise of distress that I just made cannot be accurately described.

Okay so, I started both reading and writing fic in OG Roswell fandom. As I’m sure you know, fandom activity back then tended to be splintered into silos by pairing, and I lived in Polar land (Michael/Liz. All the Roswell ships had names. It was A Time.). The compulsion was more about Michael than anything — broken boy soldiers are always my weakness. I was intrigued by the scrapped storyline that was supposed to be a love triangle, especially since they had chemistry, but I didn’t love Liz as written, she just made the most sense with him, to me. Canon-wise, I was mainly there for Michael, Kyle, and Isabel (something that was ultimately painfully apparent in my fics).

(I did finally watch the reboot recently, and while I liked Liz a hell of a lot more, Kyle and Isabel were still my faves. Go figure!)

I was a one fandom reader and writer for a long time, though I did dabble in crossovers. Then I wrote a tiny little ficlet for Lost, and it opened the floodgates — I started writing Firefly, then Smallville (specifically Chlollie, another silo, which was definitely a LiveJournal thing), then Supernatural. And once I signed up for my first year of Yuletide, all bets were off — I got into the habit of writing my one perfect fic in a fandom and then fleeing to flit off to another, never to return.

I just realized that I’ve only ever followed a few of authors to new fandoms — @earlgreytea68’s Sherlock fic, for instance, was what made me start reading Arthur/Eames. What happens most often is that I randomly get a bunny for a canon I enjoy (or one that’s wildly pissed me off) that won’t leave me alone until I start writing.

The Magicians is the canon that made me settle down again, and nurture more than one idea for the same fandom. And even though I’ve had to step away from it for awhile (because just thinking about it still makes me anxious and angry), I think it was exactly what I needed to prime my brain for the Tarlos takeover — I think I would’ve been overwhelmed otherwise, and probably never written anything for them at all.

Sorry so long. I’m ridiculous.

[lillslillslilly]

CHAPTER FIVE

Chapter Five

It was half-past-eleven and Wrenn was spending her night pouring cocktails that weren’t even for her. She gazed over at the liveliness of the bar wishing she was dancing and flirting with strangers rather than serving them.

“Wipe that grumpy look off of your face, Wrenn,” a dauntless voice demanded from next to her. “Is it really that bad working with me? I’m hurt. It’s like a sword to the heart.” He curled his hand into a fist and pounded it once against the left side off his chest simultaneously to closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out of the right of his mouth, playing dead.

“Shut it, Elliott. Like you even have a heart, anyway,” she teased, lightly punching the top of his arm with a grin on her face. “Wipe that smug look off of your face and then we can call it even.”

They were both unimpressed at the idea of spending their night serving all of these people instead of being one of them, however it was less melancholy knowing that were suffering together. It hadn’t been long since Wrenn started her job here, and Elliott was the first one to welcome her, therefore they had composed a friendship pretty quickly.

“Do you think we will get sacked if we…” Wrenn began, picking a shot glass up and twirling it in her left hand. She looked at Elliott and chuckled, watching his face change to a mischievous state of curiosity.

“Nah, we’re too pretty,” he announced, gathering a bottle of pink alcohol. Wrenn transferred the shot glass from her palm to his, eyeing up the liquid filling it as Elliott poured.

“You first,” she nodded at him with a smirk. He grinned and lifted the glass without hesitation.

“To the two hottest people in the room,” he proposed before downing the shot and screwing up his face in response. “Hmm, refreshing. Your turn.”

Wrenn took her turn, also toasting the two of them before taking her shot and screwing her face up an equal amount to that of the curly haired specimen before her. “How do we serve this shit to people?” she disgraced jumping for a glass of water.

“They’re probably to drunk to notice,” he assumed in response to Wrenn’s question, which encouraged another snort from her making her almost choke on the water she had just swallowed. Strobe lights – flashes of reds, greens, blues, pinks, oranges, purples, yellows – illuminated the laughter that both were captured by.

The bar had gotten quite quiet in the past half an hour; the odd few customers that did come up to the bar to get drinks were left to be dealt with by the other bartender on shift while Elliott and Wrenn tried to keep themselves amused. Garage music was blasting all around them, making Wrenn want to rip her ears off. She called upon Elliott, starting another conversation to salvage her ears from the travesty of the noise blurting from the speakers intertwined with the room.

“So, the latest gossip: my roommate has a fat crush on this girl, so she keeps going to her work every morning just to see her. I keep saying to her, just ask her out; you clearly want to, so just do it. Like seriously, she’s visited her every day for the past two weeks. It’s becoming like Edward Cullen levels of pining,” Wrenn rambled to her colleague. “They already hung out once ages ago, so I don’t know what’s stopping them doing it again. Like, just fuck already.”

Elliott let out a mix of a gasp and a laugh. “My roommate is in the exact same situation with someone too. It’s all she talks about.” He began to mimic his friend: “Guess who I saw today! She looked so good. I wish she liked girls. Blah, blah, blah.” The two laughed, before Elliott added a, “it’s insufferable.”

Wrenn’s expression softened a little, sincerity and sympathy appearing in her eyes.

“I thought that too at first, but I’ve never seen my roommate like this about anyone before – well, anyone who wasn’t Ellie Roswell anyway. She gets all nervous and tiny, which isn’t too different from her normal self, considering she is the size of a pea and has the social capability of one too, but she gets extra flustered around her. It’s actually kind of sweet.” Wrenn replied.

Elliott acted out a gag, pretending to throw up. “Ew, no way is THE Wrenn Benson being all mushy right now.”

“Oh, be quiet, you wannabe Conan Gray.”

“My pleasure, budget Reneé Rapp,” he laughed, squatting onto the floor to reach one of the lower shelves and rattling something from it. “But for your information, I’m way cooler than Conan Gray.”

Wrenn raised her eyebrows at the size of Elliott’s ego and snorted.

“Wrong. Nobody is cooler than Conan Gray,” she objected, which motivated a roll in Elliott’s eyes. 

She served a customer – it was an easy vodka-coke – and then reappeared next to Elliott, who was still maintaining a ‘no work’ attitude by perching himself up on the counter tucking into a packet of salt and vinegar crisps that he had found on the shelf he was earlier crouched beside. Eyes wide, lower lip quivered and chin sticking out, she peered at him.

“What?” he chuckled, flashing his pearly teeth.

She nodded in the direction snack that lay in his grasp and mumbled in a child’s voice, “sharing is caring.” He rolled is eyes again and surprisingly they didn’t fall through the back of his head as Wrenn had imagined they would, which kind of disappointed her, as this was the millionth time he has submitted this as a response to her all night. Though he put out his hand anyway, the opening of the packet facing towards the puppy-eyed blonde.

“Am I going to have to intervene in the whole roommate situation?” she queried, munching on a crisp.

“Well, answer me this: is she going to do anything about it if you don’t? I mean, from the way you describe the sweetheart, she is helpless.”

“Hey, don’t call her that,” she exclaimed, her eyes sharpening into a glare. She reached for another crisp and her eyebrows frowned in thought. “Though you’re one hundred percent right, she is helpless bless her. I don’t know, she’s enough of a hopeless romantic that maybe she will surprise us all and make a move, but I doubt it.” A sigh exhaled from her before she vacuumed up the crisp she had been holding.

“Emphasis on the ‘hopeless’ then,” Elliott joked, flicking his chin length curls in a motion similar to a dog shaking after a bath. “I guess you have some meddling to do.”

_____

The mug that she held in her hand was empty, again. She’d been perched onto the window seat for just over an hour and she had already made her way through two americanos. Somehow, she had only just discovered that there was a window seat in this coffee house (probably due to a certain female distraction) but had decided that this would be the perfect place to read. Sure, she had the whole of her apartment with several places that she could designate for this exact purpose, but her apartment did not include a pretty barista.

Suki, one of Maxine’s new employees, was closing tonight, excusing Max from work at four. She’d popped up to her apartment to change out of her flour-covered clothes and grab her book until making her way down to the coffee house, where she had remained since. It was quite busy in there tonight, being Friday and all, but it was peaceful, private, over in Max’s corner – perfect reading conditions… and for observing too.

With caution to not rip any pages, she folded the corner of her page into a triangle in order to save her place. Max didn’t really use bookmarks, not for any specific reason, other than that she didn’t own any and didn’t necessarily need to if the pages could be their own placeholder with a simple fold.

“Number three? Surely this much caffeine in such a short amount of time will make you combust,” Victoria teased once Maxine had arrived at the counter, cup in hand and a guilty look on her face. “The same again?”

“Actually, a latte this time, please. Time to change things up a little,” she requested, gazing dreamily into Vic’s face. She’d risen beyond the awkward one-worded sentences now (a great achievement in her eyes) and was starting to feel less ‘I’m going to die of embarrassment’ when she was around her. It was becoming a routine now: mostly before work, Max would come and get her coffee and small talk with the girl she adored, fulfilling her crave to connect with her. Sometimes she’d visit twice a day, though that ran the risk of Vic not even being on shift when she did.

“Okay, but anymore and I’m switching you to decaf,” the feathery voice announced with a mixed tone of ridicule and concern.

“Brutal,” Maxine mouthed, encouraging a chuckle from her counterpart. She enjoyed this – it felt easy. Why was this so easy? She wasn’t complaining though.

“What are you reading? I’ve been meaning to ask you, but your face has been glued inside of that book and I was worried you’d bite if I disturbed you.”

“Pride and prejudice, for the seventh time, I think.”

“I take it’s good then, if you’re on read number seven.”

“Have you never read it?” Maxine interrogated with increased volume levels.

Victoria shook her head benignantly whilst she pressed the machine into releasing a shot of espresso.

“It’s so beautiful. I’m on my last two chapters so I can leave it with you if you’d like to read it. Only if you want, of course.”

“Yeah okay, but then I get to bring you one in exchange in the morning.” In the morning. Waves of tingles rushed over Max like a current, bringing an uncontrollable grin to her face. Her heart was starting to race again, stomping through her chest at each beat. Victoria expected to see her, now familiar with the routine as well and this made Maxine completely overjoyed. A hum of agreement was all her body could assemble, due to being preoccupied with trying to avoid her skin enhancing itself in a pink hue. This was assisted by a cold draft crawling all over her as the door behind her opened, maintaining her temperature and colouring, thank God.

Her mind wasn’t given a single second to process the figure next to her before she was embraced in a warm hug, lifting her and twirling her in the air. His tropical perfume was the first thing her senses had been able to translate, so after a second, she identified him.

“Why hello princesa, how have you been?” the familiar voice spoke.

“Hey Ellio! I’m okay, how are you?” she answered, wriggling tighter into his embrace. One thing she was sure about: she loved Elliott’s presence because he always immediately made her feel safe.

“I’m all good, hermosa.”

They were pulled away from the hug now, though he maintained one arm wrapped around her shoulder as he turned to Victoria, who looked confused.

“What on Earth are you doing here? Haven’t you got work in…” she started, pulling out her phone from her apron to check the time, “twenty-five minutes?”

“Oh relax, Morticia Addams,” he mocked. “I’m walking to work with one of the girls and she said to meet her here so…” he was cut off when the door opened again.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear,” he chuckled with a sassy tone.

Max was completely and totally bamboozled at the sight of her blue-eyed-blonde roommate, who was flicking Elliott in the head after approaching them.

“The devil? Check a mirror babe,” Wrenn sighed, before following Elliott’s arm with her eyes, which was still wrapped around her roommate. Her eyes widened in shock.

“Maxie? You’re here and…” she looked Elliott up and down once and then brought her sight back to Max, “… and you know each other?”

A combination of puzzled and fascinated looks were exchanged between the group before an animalistic volume of laughter rose between Elliott and Wrenn. Victoria and Max connected eyes, silently asking each other if the other had any idea what was so funny through their expression.

“This…” Elliott wheezed, unable to pull a sentence to his tongue. “She…” wheeze. “Max is…” wheeze.

Wrenn was flapping her arms in the air now, occasionally bringing them down to whack his arm, completely consumed in laughter.

“Maxine is your roommate?” Elliott eventually was able to string to his lips, then continuing to squawk like a seagull.

“Coffee girl is yours?”

Elliott started to fan his face, exhaling heavily.

After an uncomfortable minute, Maxine observed her roommate, who’s face grew an expression she knew. It was the same expression she had had the other week when they had run out of coffee. The same delinquent smirk but subtle eyes, and as she realigned her view, she saw that Ellio’s expression was exactly the same.

What the-

Wrenn exclaimed abruptly, making Maxine jump. “Oh, I know!” She turned to Elliott, who winked at her – clearly, they silently understood one another in the same way Max and Vic had when their eyes had conversed: ‘Do you know why they’re laughing? Nope. Do you? Nope.”

“We all know each other, strangely enough, so why don’t you come to dinner Sunday? We’re not working, the bakery isn’t open on Sundays,” she directed her attention onto Vic now, “you’re not working, are you?”

Victoria was stunned; Max could tell. Not a single syllable left her mouth as it moved.

“She’ll be there,” Elliott butted in, speaking for her.

“Great! Oh, and bring your other friend, I like her,” Wrenn requested imperatively, referring to Nikola, who she had met a few times when she had come to walk Elliott home from work.

“Oh shit, we best get going. See you later,” the blonde announced, pulling Ellio by the bicep towards the door, and then they were both gone.

Max and Vic remained in a black-and-white, silent movie state of shock for what felt like a millennium, until the milk Victoria had heated for the latte was now frothing like the white outline of bubbles on a wave. Victoria decided to break the awkwardness first, trying to get the both of them back into a state of normality, or as close as she could get after that display, anyway.

“Well, that was… odd?” she mumbled, a pause in between the last two syllables signifying her choosing of the correct final word for her sentence.

“Yeah,” Max agreed, unable to produce anything else. Her and Vic exchanged looks of frowning eyebrows and downturned lips before Vic handed her a latte with a heart drawn into the foam of the drink. She pouted, trying to hold back a smile, which made Victoria giggle lightly.

_____

Victoria fiddled with the pages of the book Maxine had left for her, slowly outlining each one with her index finger. It belonged to Max, and she was holding it, embracing it. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of this as she brushed along the name indented into the inside cover – Maxine Holloway.

Halfway through her analysis of the object lying in her palms, a napkin fell from the centre, landing at her feet. After placing the book on the counter, she reached for the napkin, turning it over to reveal some pink writing containing a phone number and a short message: Sorry, only had a pink pen on me. Thought you might need this for Sunday – it was signed off with a heart, also drawn in this pink pen, and an ‘M’.

[meggiejolly]

I was watching some RNM episodes while doing housework and I came up with some things for the AU.

first of all, how could I forget about Charlie? Obviously she is perfect for the Amy roll.

also I decided to give Michael some of the foster care trauma from the show. He didn't get adopted by Sanders when the Evans' adopted Isobel and Max, he got adopted when he was around 12 or something after he got back to Roswell. Sanders found out about the religious freaks and by then he had some political connections though working with the Evans' and they pulled some strings so he could adopt Michael

I still want to get Kyle into the AU somehow and I still don't know how. Please tell me if you have any ideas.

You can find all the posts about this AU here.

[harleyquinnagenda]

Do you know the stories of Corso, Lazar, and Pawelec?

Of course I'm talking about Col. Phil Corso, Bob Lazar, and William Pawelec.

Corso put out the book "The Day After Roswell"; have you read this?

Lazar put out lots of interviews for years and did a book "Dreamland- An Autobiography"- have you read this book or read/watched any of his complete interviews?

Pawelec did a famous interview with Steven Greer; it's about an hour long and on youtube: have you watched this whole thing?

For those of you who have intaken the stories of all three of these people: are you able to reconcile the three stories? How so? Please explain here in comments below:

(And I'll have a go at it myself:)

Here's my theory reconciling Lazar, Pawelec, Corso

you'll have to know the whole ufo/aerospace history for this to make sense- if you got into ufos over the past few years it wont-

Pawelec talks of a "long-term program..." being installed at A51. Pawelec talks about it needing "improved security" all over the place.

"long-term program" and references concurrent probably with a time period that includes:

extension of groom lake runway, and earlier development of national aerospace plane / supersonic transport research- probable that an actual working model was developed.

if it needed this runway, then it needed this base, as the only base in the world that could support it.

it was probably expensive and would be something that would be relied upon. a successor to another one-of-a-kind plane. and if you know how important that is, then you know how important this would be. hence the need for "improved security" for a "long-term program".

well, security comes on many fronts, and so does insecurity.

now, i want you to remember, there was no public fascination with this base before BL. BL created that. Although this was around the time period of that mention of employees exposed to chemicals there. So the public at least had some mention of this base aside from him. The original idea though was probably for the public to not hear about this base, right?

but there was already a public fascination with ufos- which had been debunked, by project grudge- therefore there was also proof that the public was going to believe no matter what- if youre a roswell believer lets put that aside for a second- the two publicly-taken videos that were presented to project grudge were both found to be misidentification- one was seagulls, the other f-104s. the one of f-104s was the first reporting of "discs" by the way. it's actually unknown to the literature before that. "flying saucers" is a misinterpretation of something KA said "moved like saucers skimmed across a water surface".

he's referring to a funny way that they glided apparently, while not seeming to be propeller-driven aircraft to him. he was at a loss of words to describe what would've been going on with these. a reporter sort of mistranslated that into "flying saucers", but the important thing is KA never said flying saucers/discs.

the f-104s misidentification is the first time someone says "discs" as in "flying saucers".

more on this- there used to be a wikipedia article on "amazing stories", the old sci fi magazine- it had a picture on that wikipedia page, of what was allegedly an AS cover showing flying saucers in an artist's depiction-

however, i went through and checked the entire history of amazing stories covers, from before the later flying saucers craze, and i found that that wasn't one of the covers- it was some misappropriation and it wasn't from the inside of the issue either that it was supposed to be from- someone made a mistake- they since took it down. anyway, if you look, there are not flying saucers/discs in artists' depictions on the cover of the leading sci fi mag Amazing Stories from before the flying saucer craze- Amazing Stories covers do depict lots of space ships, usually in one of two distinct styles for the time period- ship-like/rocket-like sort of long space ships- and- spheres- not discs, but like sphere-style space ships. these were the two styles that those artists thought up.

so, the accident later of how blurs/sun glares from f-104s on film, in addition perhaps to the mistranslated "flying saucer" notion from KA reports, looked like "discs" (elongated blurs/sunglares) to the viewer/reporter of that video, is ultimately what creates the entire "flying saucer/disc" notion, in its entirety, for real, and from there it stuck in public imagination as "the vehicle of choice of space aliens"- for whatever reason they use discs. something about how the engine works or how space works or whatever. for whatever reason, you use discs for travelling through outer space.

now, when these reports started coming out, amazing stories ran with them in turn. now amazing stories started running flying saucer/disk stories and printing artwork of it. amazing stories attributed them to one of it's long-running stories, loosely known nowadays as "the shaver mysteries". they claimed those were the alien spacecraft reffered to in their shaver mystery stories.

but the promotion of the concept of flying saucers from them is what really sealed them into american culture as "the alien space ship". has to be a disc/flying saucer.

anyway. by a long time later the government was looking at a situation like this: for whatever reason the people chose to (ignoring roswell for the moment) believe in flying saucers, and they won't stop. meanwhile, this program needs not just a home, but security. it needs not just security forces, but a security program. it needs to have an idea to go with it, a concept.

if something crazy starts getting sighted taking off, it's going to draw a lot of attention to what's going on there. if you put out a story first that says something else crazy is going on there, well, based on how the public acts already, it's probable that that story is going to be hard to dislodge, and they'll prefer that story. so, putting up an alien story protects against interest in anything that doesn't pertain to that story. the story is more interesting, more intriguing, than the reality. you could even hear the reality afterward, and you'd lose interest in it. yawn, that's not as good as the story... are you sure the story isn't true??? and there it goes again...

so, first (look at the time period- concurrent with the opening of this program at the base- they put out the BL story- they get a guy willing to do it, pay him a lot, say don't worry we'll take care of you. out comes the story.

later, it's time for a follow-up shot. why? and what can you tell about the follow-up shot? well, the BL story generated a little too much interest. now people were coming to the base based on the BL story. perhaps if they shifted focus from the base to some back story- time to bring old roswell out of the closet for a rehashing- so they find a second guy, corso, who's willing to do it, offer to pay him a lot, he's gonna put out a book that claims various things, spins off real things that happened. mostly it's to reinvigorate the roswell story, which draws attention away from the notion that all the answers are at one base, and draws people's attention back to some back story of ufos- that actually it goes all the way back to roswell and weren't those taken to wright patterson and what became of those? no mention of the roswell saucer in bob's version- now the contemplater of ufo history must sit back and become an armchair historian; no need to go anywhere and bother anyone because the story is so nebulous that it must be studied from a home setting- fine, as long as youre not trampling on the base. no problem there. and not wondering about it in specifics. now your attention is drawn to the "whole problem", and wondering about it.

so why put out aaro, and gimbal, and gofast, and flir?

why? because something got away from them: along came steven greer, who thought he was going to lead a disclosure movement against the government and was raising money and starting to actually stomp over congress and government members: he was successfully convincing them that he had real info. he certainly thought he did.

anyway, that getting a little out of hand, and not being their program, they wanted to shift attention away from him and get the reigns back in their hands, (of the story): along comes aaro, gimbal, gofast, flir (infrared misidentification footage). many people in government can't even recognize that stuff; why would they? they don't fly attack jets. neither do you. anyway, those videos pass everyone's muster and steve's biggest surge of his "troop movement" is eventually stifled: his most massive press build-up for doing something in washington is sort of sidelined at the time by all the aaro excitement.

meanwhile though, certain other evidences coming to light indicate that there's been some misunderstood atmospheric phenomenon all along wherein holographic or plasma or even shaped solids might form, and it's all some undiscovered thing about the atmosphere, in the realm of physics yet rather than ufology. there's a few papers out already that indicate this like the original condign report, the very new plasma-life-like report, and some others. this is one intriguing possiblity possibly explaining some other aspects of the ufo phenomenon.

it's possible that this (strategy) is/was meant to deceive foreign agents too, and that it works-! or, has in the past / did. what do/would you think about that too? the strategy might be, the point is- it makes them waste their efforts a lot- intelligence work is expensive- if they have to check out whether america has ufos or not, well if america doesn't actually, you've just made them waste an enormous amount of their time. plus it could be intimidating to them about whether we really do work with aliens. you don't dare nuke america if they're in cahoots with alien.s

anyway, what do you think?

[natehackett]

"thrilling? now that's the understatement of the year," a bubble of nervous laughter escaped his lips as he watched her eyes scan over the page. "sorry, it's not my best work... you don't have to look at it, i'm just happy to have you sign it." nate was just on the verge of going into an over-explanation of how he had made the piece, and why he had made it. it was best, however, to keep his mouth shut, he thought. "FOUR HOURS?! did they do that every single day of filming? that's bonkers! what did you do while you were sitting for four hours?" all nate could hear in his head was a little voice telling him don't cream your pants, don't cream your pants. "no! no, of course not. i had no idea that you were even in roswell. to be honest, i expected that all celebrities would always be in, like, los angeles, georgia, new york, or vancouver filming their latest project. i just do a lot of sketching for movies, shows, and comics that i like. you can flip through the sketches. if you want, of course." this sketchbook was far from finished, but he'd filled up about a third of it already with some stills from films he'd redrawn in his style. surprisingly, nate was organized when it came to all of his nerdy things. he had sketchbooks designated for his comic art, his film art, and his tv show art; his comics were organized alphabetically and by number; his figurines were lined on shelves and regularly dusted. being not only an artist but a collector had informed his organizational process throughout the years.

There's an exhalation that seems to dance on the edge of amusement, the corners of her lips lifting for the first time since she'd entered the restaurant, for the first time that day. It wasn't an unprecedented realization, though the words tended to be delivered on a tone of disgust rather than amazement. There was an odd expectation that celebrities were meant to display a dazzling personality, especially when it came to their fans and boy, oh boy, had Tiziri hurt plenty of feelings when people realized she wasn't that. "What a thrilling day." Her hands outstretch to collect the book from him, a moments pause at the unexpected image that lay inside. It was stranger than the recognition, to see her face reflected back to her, media she chose not to consume out of disgust for herself seeming an important part of others' lives. "Uh, four hours..." It's a question she doesn't have to think about, memories of her complaints are clearer than the sessions themselves, but it seems her mind is focused on the image before her. "Were you just planning to run into me at some point?"

[pastelwitchling]

I should be writing a novel, but this is the last season I’ll get to write my thoughts after each episode, and I’m depressed so I can do what I want. I have no idea how long this’ll be, but here they are; my thoughts on Roswell, New Mexico 4x01.

This actually might end up being a super short (and bitter) post (edit from future rin; it’s not) because it’s a wonder how much I don’t care about anyone but Alex, malex, and Kyle. I seriously don’t care what Liz is up to, I don’t care about Max and Jenna reuniting (actually, where’s the collaboration between Jenna, Kyle, and Alex? Where’s that team that we never got?), and I especially - especially - couldn’t care less about Maria losing her powers.

While we’re on that, actually, let me just get this out of the way; I don’t care who Maria sleeps with, just stay away from the Manes men. I don’t know how much clearer we as fans could’ve been about that woman and the Manes men, I don’t know how much more we could’ve argued against it, how much louder we had to be about how badly she needs redemption and not another boyfriend who worships the ground she walks on and who she will undoubtedly dump (especially after this thing with Dallas, who’s also too good for her) because strong female characters don’t get broken up with, right? They’re too perfect for that. I hope at least Gregory’s the one that ends things. He deserves that much. And I don’t care about her losing her powers. She used them in season 1 to identify what Alex was feeling, you know, one of her best friends who she knows was usually unhappy and without hope, and that hardly seemed to make a difference. Season 3 used her powers to give her more screen time than almost anyone, so what good are her powers exactly?

I can’t with Isobel and Anatsa, they don’t have a scrap of chemistry, it’s just so awkward to watch. They feel like actors playing a part, and I just don’t ship them. Also, I really dislike that Isobel had given up her event planning business. I loved that as a female character in the first season, she was allowed to be arrogant, caught up with herself sometimes, fashionable, stylistic, and still be such a kind person with a good heart who protected the people she loved. It was such a great contrast to her character which is usually written as stereotypically selfish, but it showed that female characters can be fashionable and a little self-centered and care about aesthetic but also be kind and loveable. I just think that as a female character, she was a lot cooler and more groundbreaking in the first season.

I hope Kyle and Isobel get together quickly. They have actual chemistry, and they just look good together.

I loved Alex, Kyle, and Eduardo all working together, planning. I love that it’s kylex together on this serious stuff, doing the real work behind the scenes. I just hope that, unlike in the last season, this time Alex isn’t left out of the climax with the excuse that he was working on some important stuff in the background. Not this time, please.

I can already see where this plot is going. They’ve already mentioned Michael feeling a connection to Bonnie and Clyde (God willing, please no more threesomes in this show, final season or not, let’s just put that out into the world, no more of them), and undercover work. Before the episode aired, I thought it would be Alex going undercover with an evil version of Deep Sky or something, but now I can see that it’ll be Michael going undercover to find out what Bonnie and Clyde are planning, and then that challenges him and Alex (hopefully while they stay together). I’m hoping, and I’ll love to write it at some point, that the triad ends up taking Alex because he was the only one that ever figured out the Lockhart Machine that had called them in the first place, and they threaten him, and that’s what gets Michael to fight back and expose himself. Or they take Alex after they expose Michael, to get Michael to do what they want, or they threaten Michael to get Alex to do what they want. I think Bonnie and Clyde are going to be good people who do the right thing in the end, and I just hope that what changes their view of humanity is Alex and Michael’s love for each other. I hope that’s where the show goes, but we’ll see. As long as Alex and Michael face whatever comes as a couple, and stay together.

Dallas is a freaking breath of fresh air. Michael needs a friend like him, and I’m glad he has one, someone who’ll just tell him he’s afraid and reassure him. I just love that man. Finally someone other than Max who can talk to Michael about Alex, who makes Michael confront his obvious feelings for Alex. Not much more to say on that other than; I love Dallas, and Michael should just go to him and Max from now on when he has trouble with his feelings as oppose to . . . anyone else.

Michael is gorgeous, of course, I just really wish we got more of Alex and Michael together amongst their friends, you know? I wish we got to see the dynamic of them as a couple and Michael’s siblings, Alex’s siblings, their friends. Not just them together in private when a scene allows it. I want to see them as a couple around people.

Alex is my precious captain, he’s the reason I watch, the reason I continue to watch, and the very idea of losing him brings me to tears even now as I write this, but that’s for later, I know.

I feel weird saying it was a great episode considering how much I really don’t care about anyone but Alex, malex, and Kyle, but it was a great episode where they’re concerned.

[bealittleimprobable]

Pacing

[Note: This is mostly whining.]

People complain constantly that the “whole show released at once and watched in a day or two” model ruins TV because there’s no weight to it, you just rush through the story.

Roswell is having the opposite problems.

I know a lot of people are annoyed by the lack of Alex. For us watching, it’s been weeks, and it “feels” weird that the characters haven’t acknowledged he’s missing. To the characters in-universe, it’s a couple of days, and he told them he was going away - he isn’t even “missing” to them*.

But it doesn’t feel right. And in terms of events on screen, we put more weight on things like how Isobel was acting with Anatsa and it feels like she’s been secretive “for a while”, when actually, she’s had a bad couple of days.

I’m not a fan of the episodic model because I have the memory of a goldfish, but this is even more annoying because it screws up the story. Just pick some kind of consistent pace across your show, and make some damn sense!

(*I also had some theorising about which side of the “constant contact vs be home by dark” age line Michael and Alex fall on - though also obviously skewed by their upbringings. But that affects things too - people have wildly different opinions/ideas of how much it’s normal to be in touch with people. Alex and Michael both feel like they’re on the lower end to me. Which generalising, is also a bit of a guy thing.)

[benjaminscottx]

miles teller & he/him/ cis man ‷ watch out , benjamin “ben” scott has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 35 years old and celebrate their birthday on august 24th. they are from brooklyn, new york, reside in moonbeam gardens and are currently working as a podcaster/actor. one thing you should know about them is he started his career in the first broadway production of the lion king‷ 

Hi all, I bring you one of my oldest characters who I’ve missed quite a bit! Give this a like if you want to plot something out ❤️

ABOUT.

Name: Benjamin Eric Scott Nicknames: Ben, Scotty, Benny Boy Age: Thirty-five Date of Birth: 24th August 1987 Birthplace: Brooklyn, New York, USA Occupation: Podcaster/Actor Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Biromantic/bisexual (male leaning)

tw: violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, mentions of homophobia

Benjamin “Ben” Scott grew up in Brooklyn, New York, to a stay at home mom and a doctor father.

When he was a kid he wanted to be a spaceman, exactly like Buzz Lightyear. That was the dream.

His mom had other ideas since he’d spend his days putting on plays with the other neighbourhood kids and dancing and singing. So, not long after his 9th birthday, she started to push and finally got him a job on the first Broadway production of The Lion King. That was what he did for almost ten years —- he lived on the stage.

After graduation he went on to study drama at Juilliard School, getting into a kind of routine. School, theatre, school, theatre, and then he’d spend Sunday at the gym. He didn’t have much of a social life, just hung out in seedy bars with his theatre friends, getting into fights and very rarely waking up in his own bed, usually bloody and bruised whenever he did.

He dabbled in relationships here and there, fell for a guy in his final year of college, but things weren’t meant to be. Everything was badly timed. He’s probably still a little in love with him to this day, but he’s never been too good at admitting that out loud.

Finally, following graduation, he got his first movie role, nothing major, but hella exciting for him. Movie roles were pretty rare, though, so he paid for his tiny apartment in Hell’s Kitchen with constant stints on Broadway.

He ended up in a bad place. Fell into an abyss of drink and drugs, going out each night after the show pretty much just trying to pick fights. It was almost a game, trying to hide the bruises the next day.

At 26 the relationship he ended up in was beyond toxic, neither one of them any good for each other and he only landed himself in more trouble.

Things went too far one night on his way home following the show; some guy thinking it was funny to continuously rib him over his sexuality. Ben, seeing red, lost it completely and could have quite easily beat him to death.

Prison was his next port of call. He was there for a year, got out on good behaviour, although his stay behind bars did its job in destroying what little movie career he had left.

Since getting out six years ago he’s been working on his anger issues. He’s attended meetings, seen a therapist and he’s big into meditating. His Frenchie, Simba, helps him through.

He attempted another relationship (kinda) with a friend from college days, but that too was destined not to work out for him.

Moving away from New York was definitely a part of the process, he moved over to LA for a couple of years to try something different, got back into theatre and filmed a pilot for a show that sadly wasn’t picked up.

He lost his acting big break thanks to what happened, a major role in a much anticipated movie gone, so he stuck with theatre alone for a while.

During the last couple of months of 2021 he received a letter from the friend he’d dated several years previous in New York informing him that he was a dad. Within a month he’d packed his bags and moved to New Mexico to find her and meet his son. Definitely not part of his plan, but he wanted to try and do something as soon as he found out.

TIMELINE:

1987: Brooklyn, New York 2006: Hells Kitchen, Manhattan, New York 2015: Metropolitan Correctional Center, New York Late 2016: Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan, New York 2018: Los Angeles, California Late 2021: Roswell, New Mexico

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

- younger siblings; his has three of them, any gender, go wild. I’d love to see them if you’re interested! - cousins; why not? we love family <3 - college ex; they really did meet at the wrong time, it was never going to work for long, yet ben was so in love with him and he’s still not over it. - toxic ex; this whole relationship was a bad idea. everything about it was toxic, but at the time he couldn’t resist her. maybe if they’d attempted the relationship at another time things would have been better... but definitely not then. other exes from nyc; both in college and after. [ noa ocampo. ]​ - one night stands; there’s been a lot of them, both in nyc and la. he’s bi so both male and female work. - gym buddies; if he’s not working he pretty much lives in the gym. it’s a great distraction. - nyc friends; people he’s known for years and trusts completely.​ - neighbours in moonbeam; it can go however you like. - dog park people; he has simba so he’s there a lot walking him.​ - fellow aa or na people; anyone he’s met through those meetings. - past work colleagues; anyone he’s worked on broadway/stage or on a movie/tv set with in the past.​ - current work colleagues; self explanatory.​​​

I’m really up for anything, so let’s brainstorm!!!

[lambourngb]

a skeleton of something more [malex wip]

Inspired by the promo/trailer for season 3. Spoilers and speculation ahead. 

A tumblr work-in-progress

Pairing: Michael/Alex, Alex/Forrest

Summary: Alex goes undercover to seek out Deep Sky. Starts mid-2x13.

Alex leaned his back against the solid wood of his front door, letting the heavy oak take up his weight. He kept making the standard uneven bargain with his body, of giving just a little more, going through the motions for a little longer, and then it would be over. But the tally sheet his body held was long, overflowing with so many unfulfilled promises that it seemed ever more likely he would end this journey in the red. 

If it ever ended.

At least, tonight, he had haggled wisely for some space to breathe. On the other side of the door, he had managed to escape Forrest’s hopeful and not subtle attempts to follow him inside, toward the bedroom for a long-awaited reunion. A reunion that Alex had deftly avoided without a trace of guilt. He had used the bland excuse of fatigue from a long, cramped ride from Holloman Air Force Base to Roswell on a bus that had predated the ADA by a good thirty years. It was transparent but still true, written on every line of pain in his smile as he had said “Not tonight.” that even Forrest could read it, even if only Alex knew the real source of his fatigue. 

He waited several long moments, before turning to look out the peephole to watch Forrest’s Prius silently reverse out of his driveway. Exhaling out long and low, the tension he had started carrying a little more than a year ago slipped away, letting the calm certainty of safety of his house slip down his body as he released the facade. 

Alex was almost done with this assignment, he reminded himself, as he rubbed the back of his hand against his mouth, scrubbing away the taste of Forrest Long from earlier. 

Just a little while longer, and he will have enough good will built up to finally meet the leader of Deep Sky face-to-face, after all who could resist the request of a senior member, especially one with the last name of Long? It had been a lucky find that Alex had made in cleaning out his father’s house after his death, a ring and an old photo of the members. In washed out Kodak colors was the cabal of Deep Sky. Former military men with names Alex had memorized off the salvaged hard drives from the Caulfield prison. Linked not by overlapping time on the alien project, but what had become of their careers after their military service had ended. All of them vowing to carry on the protection of Earth against an alien threat, but without the oversight of the government. 

The photo in his dad’s desk had been expected, but the silver ring? He had remembered clutching it, his hands still sore from tearing down the shed with Michael, and feeling the imprint of the symbol press deep into his skin. Searing across what Mimi had called his long-love line, singular and deep on his palm. Searing even deeper inside with the recognition that the symbol matched the ring Forrest Long wore.

The genial historian with the loose-fitting cardigan and blue-streaked hair, who had shown flattering interest in Alex, had worn the same ring. Easy on his hand, flashing in the bright sunlight when he had eagerly met up with Alex at the paintball fields with sharpshooter skills. After that date had crashed and burned thanks to a mishmash of his father’s voice and the feeling he had whenever he thought about kissing someone, not Michael, well, Alex had figured that would be the last he would see of the man. 

It hadn’t been. 

Suddenly, Forrest was everywhere he was, the Crashdown, the Wild Pony. It should have been suspicious to Alex, after months of sharing the same town with the other man without a single encounter. His heart was still bounding uselessly after Michael, while his hands had been full of his suddenly feeble father, and he had missed the snare of the trap. Not just the one his father had laid. Then after his kidnapping, two things had become clear to Alex, his father would never change from the hateful man he was, and Alex’s heart would never change when it came to his feelings for Michael.

Alex pushed his leaden body away from the door, tottering on his feet for a moment before the new prosthesis shored up his balance and he took a deep breath for the strength to move forward.

Fuck. That was a mistake. 

His house smelled like rain. Michael. The unexpected consequence of having Michael watch over his house while he had moved around the country, playing up the role of the grieving scion of the Manes family legacy. After a year of brief trips back to Roswell and long stints on the road, the house now smelled like Michael. 

Alex sucked in greedy gulps of air, chasing the taste of green and petrichor with his tongue to wash away his previous actions at the bus stop. His security system, his reinforced door and window locks, the weight of his gun still tucked in his back holster, none of it made him feel as safe as the smell of Michael in his home. It was the smallest crumb of promise, but it filled him.

Moving toward the kitchen for a drink, he clocked the changes Michael had made in his absence. His heavier luggage, shipped ahead of him, was already stored, including the set of crutches and the charging station for his back-up prosthesis. The lights in the kitchen came on with a single touch, all of them bright. Dammit, Michael had fixed the two burnt out bulbs, along with the slightly weeping fitting on the sink faucet.

There was zero sign of neglect in his house, no matter where he looked. Not even the faintest trace of dust on his guitars. The house looked warm and well tended. Loved. 

The rush of tears welled in his throat, an impossibly large lump, as Alex fought to keep from breaking down. Don’t fucking cry, don’t do it, that’s for at night, he swore creatively at himself. Tears were only allowed under the cover of dark, in hotel rooms or visiting officer quarters, not in the middle of his brightly lit kitchen.

A knock sounded on the front door.

Abruptly, every drop of tortured longing was gone, as Alex straightened his shoulders and crossed the threshold back to the door. He pasted the right amount of faked aspiration mixed with real annoyance on his face as he yanked the door open, expecting to see Forrest back on his step with a weak excuse concocted to overcome the earlier rebuff.

Michael looked up in the porch light, his black hat in hand and his curls wild with nervous raking. “Uh, hi.” He scuffed his boots against the concrete before growing still under Alex’s gaze.

He looked over Michael’s shoulder nervously, for the distinctive truck that everyone in town knew belonged to Michael, but his driveway was empty.

“I parked a few streets over. I don’t think anyone saw me-” Michael’s explanation was cut off short as Alex grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside. Stumbling from Alex’s strong grip, Michael fell forward, and then back as the front door slammed shut with them both safely inside out of view. His mouth was still open in surprise as Alex covered his lips in a kiss. 

The surprise was short-lived. Michael came alive under the kiss, opening and yielding to Alex’s hungry lips and tongue. Alex brought his hands up into Michael’s curls, cupping his head protectively as he pressed Michael firmly against the door, drinking in every sound Michael was making. 

Hours before, he had kissed Forrest at the bus station, playing up the role of a dutiful boyfriend returning home. It was the tariff he paid with his body to get closer to the roots of Deep Sky, but this, feeling Michael whole and safe under his hands, tasting him now, that was sustenance. Lifeblood. There was an evolution of difference between the two, like comparing simple bacteria wiggling toward complexity and the finished product of a man, standing upright. 

It was both a reminder of why he was doing this and a reinstatement of focus, as he slowly broke the kiss with reluctance. Michael chased at his lips, his mouth red and wet, his eyes dark with want. He could feel the heat coming off of Michael’s thin brown shirt, his hands itched to pull it off, to descend back into the physical, but Alex knew that he owed Michael an explanation for earlier.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t know he was going to be there to meet my bus. I thought it would be okay for you to give me a ride,” Alex explained quietly, as he ran his hands from Michael’s neck down to his fingertips, drinking in all the changes that had happened while he was gone. Michael looked thinner to him, as if he wasn’t eating enough despite the healthy amount of work and money. “I guess he wanted to surprise me and thought it would be romantic.” 

Michael made a face at the idea of surprises ever being considered romantic, especially to Alex. He turned sweetly toward Alex’s palm, kissing the center as Alex pushed a stubborn curl out of his eyes. ��Are you sure that’s all it was? He wasn’t testing you, was he?” 

“I don’t think so.” Alex couldn’t pull his hands away from Michael, and leaned in to kiss him again. It started soft and shallow, trading breaths with Michael, lips against lips, licking deep into his mouth as his previous weariness disappeared now that Michael was here. “He saw you watching us. Now that I’m back, he’s worried about losing my attention to you. He hasn’t hidden his jealousy that I asked you to watch my house last year.” 

“Did I look sufficiently broken-hearted?” The question was light, but Alex could hear the grain of truth under it.

“You did.” Alex closed his eyes, the guilt of the situation flooded back inside. The statue of his father looking down on him didn’t make him feel nearly as sick as having Michael’s eyes on him as he let Forrest kiss him in front of the town in a cinematic homecoming moment. It was a cruel reminder to Alex that he had never been able to give Michael that, a public welcome that spelled out who they were to each other, not once in ten plus years of deployments and duty station assignments. Trading a glance across the Wild Pony was as close as they came. “I wish it wasn’t like this, sneaking around, pretending-”

“Hey, I agreed to this, right at the very beginning when I was your only back-up. Remember?” 

“We were just friends back then, you couldn’t have known that things would end up like this.”

Michael laughed, his head tilted back against the door, casting an attractive line of his throat to his collarbone. “We’ve never been just friends, Alex, but I knew what I was signing up for when you told me what you planned to do to smoke out Deep Sky. We’re in this together.”

*** to be continued... here

[salmonthestoryteller]

Against All Odds

Roswell New Mexico Coda 03x03

Isobel sighed - half in relief and half in frustration - as she parked her car by Michael’s truck.  Her brother was unsurprisingly sitting by his fire pit, but he seemed calmer than he had at the drive in.

Michael rolled his eyes when she got out of the car and approached him.  “I’m pretty sure I’m safe here, Iz.”

“There was a fire at the church.”  Isobel took a seat by him.  “We’re back to square one.”

Michael groaned, hanging his head over the back of his chair. “Well, the sunflowers are from me, I guess. So it’s someone I’d be willing to pay respects to.”

“I thought you were convinced it was you.”

“…”. Michael sat up, keeping his gaze on the fire.  “Well, Alex doesn’t think so.”

“You talked to Alex?”  Isobel asked.  Michael shrugged. “So you run away from Max and me - twice I might add-“

“I didn’t run-“”

“You never come to us for help, and trying to help you in anyway is a sure way to start an argument-“

“I don’t need charity-“

“But you will go straight to Alex Manes and tell him everything?”

“…if I was gonna kick it, I kinda wanted to see him at least once.”  Michael explained.

Isobel frowned.  The giddy feelings Michael had allowed to seep through their shared connection before Alex returned had been absent.  She thought perhaps he’d simply been too busy helping her save Max to say anything about their reunion but this didn’t really sound like that at all. “What happened?”

“Alex says if I was the one dead he’d… react differently.” A small flicker of hope again, but nowhere near as substantial.

“So, Alex said your death would affect him deeply.  Sounds like a pretty enormous declaration to me.”

“…yeah.”

“So why aren’t you with him?  Oh, shit, is he here?”  She glanced towards his trailer.

“What? No!”

“Well, I don’t get it.  What happened to all those “I think it’s our time” vibes-”

“He’s seeing someone else.”  Michael snapped.

Isobel froze at his words.  “Oh…”

Michael sighed.  “Yeah, so not our time.  Okay?”

“But I mean, if he’s saying you dying would affect him so much, how serious could he be about the other guy?”  She couldn’t help but point out. Honestly, she may have to do a little digging herself.  She wasn’t above being a manipulative bitch if either of her brothers’ happiness was on the line.

“I don’t know. I didn’t exactly interrupt their reunion kiss to ask how serious their relationship was.”  Michael responded sarcastically.

Isobel winced. She imagined that hadn’t been a great thing to witness.  “Maybe it’s not that serious?”

“Serious enough to let him know when he’d be back in town.”

“Yeah, but he also told you when he’d be back in town.”

“Alex has better options than a junkyard mechanic in Roswell with a criminal record. I can’t exactly fault him for choosing them.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I thought you were going to date Alex Manes, not a member of my Mom’s yoga club.” Isobel quipped. “Is he really that interested in boyfriend bragging rights?”

“He’s a decorated war hero. Can’t exactly go on dates with a criminal.”

“Didn’t seem to have a problem asking you to use your criminal talents to break into a top secret alien facility though.”  Isobel crossed her arms.  “Wait, is this why you cleaned up your act this past year?  For Alex Manes?”

“Look, don’t we have a murder to solve?  My non-existent relationship can wait.”

“That’s not a no.”

“There were a lot of reasons, Iz.  Knowing about our moms. Sanders.  Having you, me and Max back to how we used to be.  And, yeah, maybe some small piece of me thought it might impress Alex.  Most of which has all been turned on its head, so… can we please focus on the murder now?”

“Do I at least get a name?”

“Isn’t the point that we don’t know the name?”

“I mean the name of who Alex Manes is seeing that you apparently think he can brag about to his yoga club?”

“He doesn’t do yoga.”

“Irrelevant.”

“If I tell you, will you finally drop the subject?”

“Deal.”

“Forrest Long.”

“A Long?  Are you serious?”

“Dropping the subject, remember?”

“Come on, you can’t expect me to not say something about that.”

“As much as it pains me to say it, Forrest isn’t a bad guy.  Black sheep of his family.  Guess he and Alex have that in common.”

If she was already concocting a list of all the gossip mongers in town she knew who might know something about Forrest Long, Michael need never be the wiser.  “Gregory isn’t so bad.”

“Please tell me you two never-“

“No.  Just an observation.”

“Uh-huh.  So are you still seeing the bartender?”

“We aren’t serious. I don’t think I can be serious about someone who doesn’t know about us. Our collective history on that isn’t so good.” Isobel let her eyes rest on the fire - she didn’t like thinking about how that applied to her own past. To Noah and how he’d never truly been unaware. How their entire relationship had been nothing but lies.

“I hate the idea we cover another murder. Thought we were done with lies…”

Isobel frowned, watching the flames. “What if I’m not crying cuz of who it is, but how they died?”

“Meaning?”

“What if it’s cuz we’re to blame? What if it’s like Noah and Rosa and-”

“Hey, that’s not gonna happen.”  Michael cut her off.  “The only potential evil alien around here is in a cage in the desert and he’s staying there.  Nobody’s making us do anything ever again, okay?”

“Promise?”  Her smile felt shaky even to herself.

“Promise.” Michael didn’t hesitate.

End

Author’s Notes:  *sideeyes Jones* If you dare make Isobel go through that again…

I don’t think they’ll actually do mind control again.  Though it is one possible explanation for bringing up Noah at the funeral in the vision.

Mostly this was an excuse for Isobel and Michael interaction. Cuz Isobel may live to torment her brothers, but their happiness really is important to her.  There is a touch of classism with the way every character who is not named Liz Ortecho treats Michael during the course of the series, some more than others.  Isobel, however, has definitely gotten better about it since the first season.  So I can definitely hear her reacting to the notion that Michael wasn’t “good enough” boyfriend material defensively.  Because despite her own “stepford housewife” Roswell persona, she never allowed it to interfere with having Michael in her life - even when his behavior was at its worst.  And I can totally see her social media stalking poor Forrest and being like - yeah, no.  My brother is way better. (Sorry, Forrest.)

While I’m pretty sure Alex has long forgotten the words that started the communication errors between Michael and him, I think a part of Michael is still very hooked on that “I want to be with you, but not if you’re wasting your life.”  He still feels at some level that who he is isn’t “good enough” and that’s probably why he was willing to take such a huge step back when he realized Alex was interested in Forrest.  He needed to prove he could be “good enough” first.  And I need Alex to smack him over the head with the fact that he stopped caring about that shit somewhere around Caulfield.

Also, the fact that the only person Michael feels safe going to when things are bad is Alex?  That says things.  He’s had moments with other characters but in each instance they’ve come to him.  The only person Michael willingly goes to is Alex.  He’s the only person he feels truly safe asking things out of.  The only one he allows himself to shed that “but if I owe them, that’s dangerous” mindset with.  And thinking about that is truly heartrending.

[oliviafms]

brianne tju & she / her cis woman ‷ watch out olivia “liv” sunar,  has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 24 years old and celebrate their birthday on 1st april. they are from dallas texas, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as a cashier at feel good records . one thing you should know about them is she has a secret stan twitter account‷ 

hello lovelies!! corrie here, so u know i said i was only gonna have three muses, well i lied. i’m back with my fourth muse and this time definitely final muse, i promise!!

death tw // family instability tw // break-up tw // cheating tw

sooo this is olivia, she prefers to be called liv tbh!! she’s twenty four years old and her older sister is dilan sunar . dilan is her adoptive big sister, liv has had a bit of a rocky start in life. 

liv was born to a set of teenage parents, who had no idea what they were doing, fresh out of high-school with not many prospects. 

they tried their best to raise her but ended up failing miserably, often leaving baby liv in dirty diapers etc. 

eventually it was decided that olivia was going to be put up for adoption. it was what was best for the whole family. 

eventually olivia was adopted by the sunar family and everything was hunky dory for a little while, she was living her best life. 

but then sadly, she lost her adoptive too, they sadly passed away when she was a kid. 

that meant she was thrown together with her older sister dilan and their other siblings, it was a bit of a rough time. 

she became very angsty and she rebelled a lot, olivia pushed her older sister away and things got a little tense.

but deep down she knew that dilan was doing her best to take care of her, the pair eventually got closer and became best-friends. 

once dilan moved away, that’s when things got a little crazy for olivia. she moved in with a boyfriend and she got a job. 

she was living her best life with her boyfriend, she really thought this guy was her soulmate but then one day she came home to find her boyfriend cheating on her. 

so she moved out, very upset and moved to roswell to be closer to her older sister. olivia got her own small place @ the aurora apartments and she got her own ginger cat called stella.

since dilan owns feel good records, she got a job there, now she works as a cashier and helps her sister out with stuff. 

she is secretly a very big fangirl and she has her own stan twitter account with a lot of followers, she posts on it pretty regularly. 

she’s also a big fan of the local roswell band fish brains & she’s a bit of a groupie, she tries to make it to most of their gigs. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

siblings

friends

fwbs / hook-ups

exes

neighbours

co-workers

if you’d like to plot with either mattie, aryan, nora or liv then please like this post & i’ll message u or feel free to drop me a message on discord @ corey in the pub ™#0678. thank you pals!!