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

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"who said that" is my ult fav thing to say ever after saying something insane

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ROSIE ROSENTHAL + outfits ✨ Masters of The Air • part 6

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"The war will end. The leaders will shake hands. The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son. That girl will wait for her beloved husband. And those children will wait for their heroic father. I don't know who sold our homeland. But I saw who paid the price." - Mahmoud Darwish

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They got horses. You ride horses, Rosie?

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.

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tmi stands for tell me immediately

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wait I just noticed he winked!! 🥺😭

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17-year-old Elizabeth Taylor giving her Cocker Spaniel Amy a bath. (1949)

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Hambone Hamilton (Jordan Coulson) in Masters of the Air Season 1 Episodes 7-8

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« 𝓗𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼. »

ᴀ ʀᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴡᴍᴀɴ x ᴏᴄ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ 🍂🌾

because we want a man, man a maaaaan, and also old and a little grumpy, but with a heart of gold .

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Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.

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Hiii❤️❤️❤️

May I request for ⁶⁾ €17 from the July prompts for brady and jules. Love your work 💞💞💞

Hi there chickie! 🥰

While I’d love to fill this request for you, I think you might have mistaken me for @sagesolsticewrites

Brady and Jules are her sweeties, and as much as I love them so bad, I could never do them the justice that she does. If you’re in the market for Ev and Val, or Rosie and Jo, I’m your gal!

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Lovely 🌸 May I request from the July prompts ²⁵⁾ a flat back tire with Val and Ev?

Hello lovely! 🥰 I’m so sorry this took me a bit, but I do hope you love it.

July Prompts💌

Ev Blakely learns the hard way that the one thing he shouldn’t have put off upon moving into his new home, was hooking up the phone 🙄

Val checked the clock again, and then her watch, and then again, back to the clock. With a sigh, she dropped herself onto the sofa, legs and arms crossed as she tried to come up with any logical reason that her husband might be a half hour late coming home from golf with Rosie and Doug.

“Maybe they stopped off for a drink,” she spoke out loud, carding her hand through the soft fur of Bruno who lay beside her. “Is that where your daddy is? Off with Uncle Rosie and Dougie having a sneaky whiskey before dinner?”

The puppy merely looked up at her as she mentioned Everett, head tilted to the side, eyes wide and curious.

“Well, Bruno, there’s no reason you should starve because he’s late.” She nodded, standing from the couch and heading for the kitchen.

Bruno was after her like a shot, running between the boxes that were still on the floor, into the kitchen after Val as she pulled his food out for him.

“Come on Brunello, dinner time!”

Skidding to a halt, the spaniel stopped just in front of his bowl, his entire head as close to his food as he could get while Val looked on. But still, what could be keeping Everett?

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“Pal, that’s one nasty flat!” Dougie whistled, bending down to inspect the back tire of Ev Blakely’s car.

“Shit…”

“I’ll run inside and call a tow,” Rosie nodded. “And let Jo know I’ll be late. Back in a jiff.”

“Rosie!” Ev called, stopping the man in his tracks.

“Yeah?”

“Ask Jo to run over to my place, please,” Ev sighed. “The phone’s not hooked up yet so I can’t call Val!”

“Got it!”

With that he disappeared back into the country club, leaving Ev and Dougie wondering how he had gotten a flat in the first place, and how he was Rosie’s ride home.

“If this was England, we’d have Kenny out here in less than a minute.” Doug grinned, lighting a cigarette.

“Doug, if this was England, we wouldn’t be golfing.”

“That too.”

“You think she’ll be mad?” Ev turned to his friend, brows furrowed in the best imitation of his wife.

“Worried, but not mad.”

“I worried her enough for one lifetime during the war…”

“Don’t stress,” Doug passed him a cigarette, lighter already open. “Jo will get over there and explain it.”

“I really need to get that phone hooked up.”

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It was two hours later that Ev walked in the front door of his home, Rosie trailing behind him, both exhausted and smelling of grass.

“Sweetheart?”

“In here!” Val called from the kitchen, and he could just make out the sound of her and Jo giggling over something, and the scampering of paws racing down the hallway.

“Hey, hey Bruno, calm down boy. Bruno, hey!”

“Bruno! Come here!” Val called, successfully prying the excited puppy away from Everett, who just wanted to fall down into a chair and not move.

“Heya honey pie!” Rosie grinned, seeing his wife at the Blakely’s kitchen table, a glass of wine in front of her and her cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

“Hi!” Jo grinned. “You boys okay?”

“Exhausted!” Ev groaned, leaning down to kiss his wife before dropping into the chair next to her. “Jo, thanks for being the messenger.”

“If every house call ends with dinner and drinks, I may be opposed to you hooking up that phone, Ev.”

“Come over any time.” he smiled, covering Val’s hand with his own and bringing it to his lips.

“Rosie eat something before you and Jo head home, you must be starving.”

“That’s okay, Val…”

“I wasn’t asking, Rosie. Now sit and I’ll make you boys a plate.”

“Thanks Val…”

As she stood to go fix two plates, Ev moved to join her. Tucked just out of sight from their friends, he took the opportunity to pull her close, wrapping his arms around her.

“Sorry I worried you…”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault you got a flat.”

“But it’s my fault for pushing the phone off until the weekend.”

“Ev…”

“I’ll call tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” she grinned, turning in his arms and kissing him sweetly.

“I really am sorry…”

“Honey, why are you so sorry? Flat tires happen!”

“I worried you so much during the war, it wasn’t supposed to happen now…”

“Oh, Everett… this was hardly that sort of worry.”

“Really?”

“No,” she sighed. “I thought Jo was the police coming to tell me they found you on the side of the road.”

“See?!”

“But it’s not something I’m blaming you for, so please, go eat, and then you can take a shower and come to bed with me, hmm?”

“Now that sounds promising. I’d almost suggest taking the phone off the hook, but…”

“Everett!”