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silverburghs:
“ right now the wind is just what i want, you know ? “
⩥ In these cold, feverish storms, rose can only wonder how someone could survive. How can people...feel the cold on their fragile skin, and never worry nor care if they felt the icy chill-- if they feel it prod and bite. She guesses that this girl was one of those people.
“ I suppose, but will you really be fine in that attire? At-least a coat or something warmer would suffice for me.”
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onemcrething:
“ Aw, gee, I broke my camera… ”
“ Now half’uh tha lens is hot pink when I take photos… I wanted tuh take a picture’a tha’ dog for Rosie.. ”
⩥ “Darling...you still can! I will just...look a little blurry. And pink. Technicolor has always been a pain!”
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“Don’t you hear what she’s saying? Don’t you understand what she’s trying to tell us?”
A Woman Under the Influence dir. John Cassavetes (1974)
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onemcrething:
ya killed ‘im, rosie. ya killed the funny british death man.
⩥ SHE’S WILTING HER PEDALS ARE ON THE FLOOR OH THE MISERY
#🌹 -- ⩥ ic#🌹 -- ⩥ dash comm#onemcrething#{ JKHFSDJKHSDF OH MY FUYCJKIN GODDD }#{ how will i know when my beans on toast is done 😔 }
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entertaining-intentions:
You’ve killed him. You’ve killed the death god. You’ve done it. You’ve won. I hope you’re happy.
⩥ THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN SHE’S SORRY SHE’S WILTING
#🌹 -- ⩥ ic#🌹 -- ⩥ dash comm#entertaining-intentions#{ NOOOO NOT THE DEATH GOD#HOW WILL I DIE FOREVER }
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entertaining-intentions:
“God, I wish that were me-”
⩥ratio.
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onemcrething:
Open Starter.
His somewhat grovelly-sounding accent could be heard hitting a couple notes– the detective did… a bit of a jig, moving from side to side and lightly snapping his fingers. Although the lieutenant knew he wasn’t the best singer… He was having fun! And seemed to be in his own little world… Dancing a little to the sound of a song playing on that old record player…
“ Ya make me feel so young… ya make me feel so Spring has sprung…~ ”
“ An’ everytime I see ya grin, I’m such’uh happy… individual…~”
⩥ In comes a familiar individual, wearing her favorite lilac sweater with a warm smile. Rose loved it when Frank sang-- even if his voice wasn’t the best, and he mumbled sometimes...she found it super enjoyable. After all, who wouldn’t love their bumbling, perplexed detective of a husband actually enjoying himself? She strides right in, snapping her fingers with a tender love and joy in her voice-- her sound much more smooth sailing as she begins to sway.
“The moment that’cha speak, I wanna go play: hide and seek!
I wanna goo and bounce the moon; just like a toy balloon!”
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onemcrething:
frantically and apologetically trying to smoke a cigar. the missus is disapproving.
⩥ …
She can’t stay made for long...she’ll still glare at the dark cloaked man, however.
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⩥ Stares disapprovingly at both of them.
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@onemcrething exposed:
A tired form slumped against her, his familiar rumpled trenchcoat seeming as disheveled as him. A long day of work, doing what he could... along with what seemed to've been something else, judging by the obvious bandages around a bit of his torso. Though, also judging by how neat they were-- he seemed to've gotten professional help!... but christ.
" ... Didn't mean t'uh come home so late, Rose, " Came Columbo's voice-- soft as always, with that little rumble from his familiar accent. Well, he knew he couldn't hide it.
" Run-in wit' uh, the Lord'a Dreams. Mista' Morpheus-- Dream... I was, uh, doin' what I could t'uh help Connor... keep his dreams comfy... I was, uh, a li'l rude, tuh poor Mista' Dream... " Apologetic as always...
⩥ Rose could only talk to the lieutenant, draping her arms over him to cradle his head up for a soft kiss. Rose could tell that he was exhausted, her eyes looking at him with their counterfeit blue sheen could even read past it. She was happy that the man, now outside of that dream scape, was able to get the medical attention he needed-- the faint blood splotches on those white bands still did nothing to quell that thirst for some payback.
For now, she gently leads him while she has the man in her grasp, gently taking him to the nearby couch. The kids were...asleep, than goodness. She would be over the roof if they saw.
“It was very brave of you Columbo, but you must remember what happens to the human body-- getting shot in the back is nothing to snob at, and you look to be in even worse pain than that.”
“...Do you need me to talk to him?”
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@dreamxmaker exposed: “ can you forgive me?” (@dreamxmaker)
⩥ The woman, invited by the manor of dreams, looks to the man dressed in black hollowly. Those once blue eyes attempting to switch to nothing but leaves and thorns but no-- with a simple breath, she advances ever closer. She wished she had known this man before, in her countless dreams that have been conjured up before...yet he never made himself known. And he, now, standing to ask for forgiveness when a boy was tortured?
She will not stand for it, and never will she abide.
“You think you can be forgiven? Let’s list off the reasons,” She begins curtly, raising her fingers to count on them. “You torture a sweet, little boy on his recent fears,” A finger draws out, “You chastise my husband for taking out that fear,” Another extends, “ AND you grab my husband by the throat and threw him. Now, sir, i’d like to be civil--have a dialogue with you, but don’t you think this is a bit much?”
She feels herself rising, folding her arms over her chest to stop herself from letting him have it. “I think those are pretty good reasons to not. I’m so mad, oughh...you should be lucky to know that I’m a dignified woman.”
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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
“ am i not good enough? ”
“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”
“ why did you help me? ”
“ who do you fight for? ”
“ why do you hate me? ”
“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”
“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”
“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”
“ where do you think you’re going? ”
“ how long have i been asleep? ”
“ are you going to kill me? ”
“ why can’t i come with you? ”
“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”
“ did you want to be alone? ”
“ why should i trust you? ”
“ wait. did you hear that? ”
“ promise me? ”
“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”
“ do you remember anything at all? ”
“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”
“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”
“ may i have this dance? ”
“ can i ask… what happened? ”
“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”
“ do you ever hear yourself? ”
“ would you run away with me? ”
“ could you be happy here with me? ”
“ you can’t or you won’t? ”
“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”
“ well, how do i look? ”
“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”
“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”
“ what did they do to you? ”
“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”
“ where have you been? ”
“ why are you looking at me like that? ”
“ why did you come? ”
“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”
“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”
“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”
“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”
“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”
“ can you forgive me? ”
“ what if i never see you again? ”
“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”
“ how about a little midnight snack? ”
“ are you… smelling me? ”
“ how did you get this scar? ”
“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”
“ what did you want to tell me? ”
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onemcrething:
“ I love my wife.. ”
⩥ “And I love you too, my dear...!”
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CAN I TELL YOU ABOUT MY WIFE? SHE HAS A PROVERB FOR EVERY SITUATION.
-- Indie heavily headcanon based/canon divergent Rose Flos Columbo for the 1970′s show of the same name.
Penned by Olive; follows back from ssatxr
RULES | MUSE | INSPO
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