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how sly or either how genuinely that sweet.. diamond blues soften and so does the frustrated crease he's previously caused her forehead to pinch with. "is that true or is this your backup plan after bad talking someone's middle name?" remaining skeptical, she doesn't know him after all, he could be a good savior but also a good con artist. "at least my first name isn't terrible." still sounding miffed... at least she's named after her favorite flower, somehow she came out lucky with that one regarding her old fashioned mother ruth and picking out a name for a child.

"well i'm certain you're lying," no middle name? mhm, what a perfect way to tease him back for this. "i'm sure yours is as hideous as dewitt and you're just scared." rose's voice sounds more playful now, arms still crossed as a smirk gently begins to curl her pink stained lips, shielding herself from the cold midwest wind she's not used to. "no that's not alright, you need manners." the red haired girl corrects. "i love cinnamon rolls, banana bread," she agrees, but won't elaborate how little she indulges. "crème brulée. chocolate ganache. but– my other significant favorite is strawberry pie." sweet fresh strawberries in the summertime, so nostalgic and delicious.

"especially when you pick the strawberries yourself." her spoiled mother would disagree though, always dragging her back as a child from wanting to pick strawberries in a june garden. 'don't do that rose.' remembering the scolding when she was barely five. a disturbing memory that still leeches on to the many moments her mother has sucked all the fun out of her life. "just a social club filled with a bunch of my mother's rich phony friends that she attends almost every thursday at this lake club far over there," pointing to where the venue is, the windows glowing with yellow light and piano music that they can barely hear here with the waves of the lake, "that she dragged me to tonight to meet the son of one of her friends. she's trying to wed me," funnily enough– considering it matches his joke, "i just know that's her plan. but i don't want to be wed. not yet, not so soon and certainly not with someone i don't like or someone who looks so smug." but.. she probably shouldn't start ranting to this stranger, that's kind of odd but she doesn't realize she's needed someone to vent to. it's just spilled right out of her.

jack graces rose with a crooked grin,  eyes dancing like they know a secret he’s dying to share as they take her in.   “hey,  middle names are fair game when you’re this charmin’.   can’t really tease you ‘bout nothin’ else.”   his voice is easy,  playful,  but there’s warmth underneath,  like he’s daring her to meet him in the joke rather than keep scowling.   he’s never really meant to hurt her feelings but there’s no sugarcoating this one truth —   the name dewitt is atrocious and belongs somewhere next to dwight and howard.   at least according to jack.   shoulders shrugging under white shirt,  eyes focused on the wooden boards beneath their feet rather than her face now.   “i ain’t got one.   my ma said they were useless.   i’m no prince of wales,  i don’t need more than one name.”   he briefly wonders if she’s got some royal blood in her,  judging solely by the way she carries herself with such confidence and effortless elegance but the name,  too.   it does sound very classy,  he has to admit that.    “one puts your life in jeopardy,  the other not so much so that’s alright,”   he playfully explains,  thinking she’ll be fine unless girls like her can die from hurt pride.   “cinnamon rolls are my favorite.”   when he was little,  his mom would take him to this one bakery downtown every saturday to get one.   it was their thing.   which is probably why he loves the smell of cinnamon now,  and feels nostalgic when he takes a bite out of the sweet bun.   “and banana bread.”   that’s everyone’s comfort food,  he assumes.   “what do you like best?”   he wonders,  laughing at her explanation as they walk down the long pier.   he’s in no rush and it seems that neither is she.   “no,  not terrible.   unique and kind of impressive.   you know,  some people dance,  others sing and you run from parties.   sounds fun.   what kind of party was it,  anyway?   please,  don’t tell me you ran from your own wedding?”   he’s always been too curious,  a little too straight-froward but hopefully she doesn’t mind him peering into it.

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strawberry brows gently scrunch, slowly realizing what he's implying. "i beg your pardon?" voice laced incredulously, a laugh of disbelief sounding from her. "is that what you do? insult people's middle names after saving them?" that's an odd way to be. he just saves her from killing herself, but nonchalantly calls her middle name ugly? it's her middle name to call ugly, not his, rose thinks with a scowl. "well let's see your middle name, mr cool guy." rose scoffs, gently crossing her arms with the heavy sleeves of his jacket. "against me freezing, but not against insulting me." she points out, how annoying and somehow amusing in a peculiar way at the same time.

"a cinnamon roll... that sounds good." actually, it does. her mother has kept treats like that from her most of her life. her mother's always been controlling and neurotic about her figure and rose's, dragging her body complexion issues with her and projecting them onto her to never indulge in things like sweets because they'll turn you thick and ugly and no man will ever want you. well to her, she doesn't care if a man ever wants her. but admittedly, sometimes she has let her mother get away with making insecure if she enjoys a dessert once in awhile. in that instance though, rose wants to do nothing more than rebel and have five cinnamon rolls with jack. "well, i suppose it is. is that so terrible?" she jokes, voice taking on a more playful tone than offense this time, taking his arm and trailing back down the pier. she never thought running up this pier she'd be walking back down it, let alone with such a person like mr. dawson. "my adrenaline search is becoming an addiction at this point, i confess."

jack smiles,  the kind of smile that reaches his bright blue eyes and makes them sparkle,  the kind of smile that rarely resides upon his lips these days.   “not many people get my humor,  good to know you do,”   he admits,  basking in the sound of her laugh,  so sweet and genuine,  unlike anything he’s ever heard before.   “well,  i wasn’t gonna say dewitt’s awful,  but if you’re gonna go and say it for me…”   he trails off,  stifling a grin and shrugging.   if he’s being entirely honest,  he’s heard worse names than dewitt but it’s not the prettiest either.   “nah,”   he sighs,  nodding to the jacket,   “that’s not to make up for anything.   i wouldn’t let you freeze even if i hadn’t been poking fun at your name.”   he shakes her hand and grins at the firmness of her grip,  like she’s still trying to prove she’s not shaken by the unfortunate event of near drowning.   she’s got the kind of confidence to her that you don’t see every day,  the kind of confidence that’s very intriguing.   “almost fallin’ into a lake in a dress and heels?”   almost committing suicide?   “that’s not somethin’ most people come back from smilin’ so i get it,”   he says,  a little softer now,  less teasingly.   when she says she’d love to go for hot chocolate,  something flutters inside his chest.   he rummages in the pocket of his jeans,  squinting as he searches for what is surely hiding deep in the denim crevasses.   charcoal-stained fingertips close around a bunch of coins,  and he brings them out with an almost triumphant grin.   “see?   we can even grab a cinnamon roll!”   he collects his pencils and tucks his sketchbook under his arm,  offering the other to the redhead to hold onto in case her legs are still a bit rubbery after that near death experience.   “mind if i walk with you?”   ran from the party?   now that captures his attention and with almost childlike innocence he inquires,   “is that another hobby of yours?   runnin’ from parties?   and jumpin’ from piers,  hm?   one hell of an adrenaline junkie you are.”   

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DAVID LYNCH as Gordon Cole and MÄDCHEN AMICK as Shelly Johnson in TWIN PEAKS 2.19 "Variations on Relations"

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Mädchen Amick as Shelly Johnson in Twin Peaks, S02E05 - The Orchid's Curse.

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"well, i don't blame you. at least you're trying to memorize it." an amused laugh sounds from her after all the fear rushing through her being. "something like what?" is he making fun of her name? "well, go on. don't act so tough and back out now. be a tough man and admit it." that dewitt is an awful middle name. "oh – so you're saying my first name's brilliant, not the second?" rose presses, a little offended but she agrees doesn't she? and he also saved her life so she can't exactly give him a fight. "thank you..." voice comes out as a surprise at the jacket weighing over her shoulders, "is this to make up for making fun of my name?" she wonders while also questioning why he's looking at her hand like that. once he takes it, she gives his hand a firm shake. "i am." a little embarrassed, but okay now. "i mean, i'll possibly have nightmares and never go swimming again... but i'm okay." a sheepish laugh laces her words, gently nodding as hand slowly returns to her side. "i would love to." go with him for hot chocolate, that sounds so endearing. no one's ever invited her to something so normal like that. "but i–– should probably allow my mother to know first. i already ran off from the party." arm lifting, gesturing to the venue across the pier. the party that was suffocating her. the entire reasoning why she was going to jump into the lake in the first place.

❝   i’m  gonna  have  to  get  you  to  write  that  one  down,   ❞   jack  teases,  his  tone  genuinely  light  and  playful  for  the  first  time  today.  he  even  allows  a  soft  laugh  to  slip  past  his  lips  now  that  he  can  finally  relax,  his  muscles  unwinding  as  the  realization  that  they’re  both  safe  sinks  in.  it  feels  like  a  miracle.   ❝   rose  dewitt  bukater.  it  suits  you.  i  mean  it.  well,  rose  suits  you.  dewitt  is…  yeah,  definitely  unique,   ❞   he  pauses  just  to  watch  her  reaction,  see  if  his  sense  of  humor’s  crossed  any  unsaid  boundaries,  before  adding,   ❝   with  all  seriousness,  though,  it  flows  nicely  together.  don’t  know  about  your  mother’s  other  ideas,  but  this  one  was  brilliant.  no  sarcasm  intended.   ❞   when  she  lets  go  of  him,  he  shrugs  off  his  jacket  and  drapes  it  over  her  shoulders  with  a  smile,  figuring  she  must  be  at  least  a  little  cold  now  that  the  sun’s  already  set  and  adrenaline’s  evaporated.   ❝   you,  too,   ❞   he  says  softly,  ocean  hues  glancing  down  at  her  extended  hand  as  if  it  belonged  to  an  alien  before  snapping  out  of  this  trance-like  state  and  taking  it  into  his  own.  shaking.  he  didn’t  expect  this,  not  from  a  girl  like  her,  but  it’s  a  nice  gesture.   ❝   i  was  actually  on  my  way  to  grab  a  cup  of  hot  chocolate,  would  you  care  to  join  me?   ❞   he  inquires,  her  palm  still  in  his,  reluctant  to  part  ways  but  forcing  himself  to  let  go  after  a  few  more  seconds.   ❝   no  need  to  apologize  for  that,  rose.  i  did  what  anyone  would  have  done.  the  real  question  is…  how  are  you?  you  okay?   ❞   he  can’t  help  but  worry  about  this  stranger.  cares  for  her  even.  it’s  silly  but  since  he’s  saved  her  life,  it  feels  like  he’s  somewhat  responsible  for  her  now.

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i have been sleeping so hard on my fiery little rose, smh so we're here to fix that. <3 while i am, letting the tags know my blog is an indie writing blog for rose dewitt bukater with madchen amick as the fc. i do have an 80s & 90s verse, along with a modern day verse. a stranger things verse and her canon titanic verse. ( currently brainstorming a disney one too. ) so if any of that interests you pls feel free to give a follow bc i'd def love to write with you. 💓

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TANYA ROBERTSON ◦ Sleepwalkers

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Mädchen Amick & Kyle Maclachlan in The Boyfriend School (1990)

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I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.

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MÄDCHEN AMICK as Laurie Harris in Baywatch 1.01 (1989)

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╰       ���      .    .    .       tomorrow   we   will   love   each   other   a   little   more,   and   the   next   day,   and   the   next   day.   and   even   on   those   days   when   one   or   both   of   us   is   having   a   hard   time,   we’ll   be   here,   where   we   are   completely   known,   completely   accepted,   by   the   person   whose   every   side   we   love   wholeheartedly.   

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• Evening dress.

Designer: Herbert Luey (American, Northfield, Massachusetts 1860–1916 Brooklyn)

Date: 1912–14

Culture: North American

Medium: Silk

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"well." a nervous laugh escaped, ophelia. that would possibly match her, wouldn't it? considering after half a second, she understood the reference. "actually, it's rose. rose dewitt bukater. the middle name is very old and comes from a long line of my great grandmother's... my mother clearly has brilliant ideas," she sheepishly laughed, she wasn't exactly a fan of it. but it's a distraction from her embarrassment at least as blues peered down at the water crashing beneath them, her heart still raging out of her chest... thinking if not for this boy, named jack... she would've died down there. her arms cling even tighter to this stranger until he's letting go and figures she should, too. it wasn't appropriate after seconds faded into more seconds so arms loosened then she took a step back. "it's good to meet you, jack." the red haired girl offers a friendly hand to him to shake despite her fingers trembling, her throat tightening with emotions. it was very good to meet him, he was like an angel in the night. "i'm very sorry for causing you trouble tonight. jeopardizing your own life like that." she has to think of some way to repay him.

there’s  a  ringing  in  jack’s  ears  so  severe  that  he  can  barely  hear  anything.  his  heart  feels  heavy,  and  yet  that  doesn’t  stop  it  from  trashing  about  his  chest.  the  reality  dawns  upon  him  all  at  once,  hitting  him  like  a  freight  train  —  he  almost  lost  her.  this  woman  with  ringlets  like  the  brightest  flames,  eyes  of  the  bluest,  clearest  lakes.  the  waves  could  have  so  easily  carried  her  away.  he’s  overcome  with  a  sense  of  loss  that  he  can’t  explain  and  doesn’t  understand.  why  does  he  care  so  deeply  about  what  could  have  been?  about  a  stranger?   ❝   i  —  i  think  i  did,  yeah,   ❞   he  mumbles  almost  inaudibly,  his  lips  moving  but  he’s  still  very  much  in  shock  that  all  this,  somehow,  worked  out  in  their  favor.    ❝   we,  we  did  it.   ❞   he’s  quick  to  correct  himself,  knowing  he  wouldn’t  have  been  able  to  pull  her  to  safety  had  she  loosened  her  grip  on  him.  she  fought,  too,  he  realizes.  she  didn’t  want  to  die,  not  really.  maybe  she  just  needed  someone  to  care,  he  figures.  

it’s  only  when  he  lifts  his  hands  up  to  tuck  a  stray  lock  of  auburn  hair  behind  her  ear  that  he  notices  even  his  hands  are  trembling.  he  abandons  his  original  plan  and  just  hugs  her  instead.  a  feeble  attempt  to  comfort  both  of  them,  to  remind  them  that  they’re  still  alive.   ❝   oh,  right,  where  are  my  manners?  i  haven’t  even  introduced  myself,   ❞   he  muses  with  a  soft  chuckle,  slowly  but  surely  coming  back  to  his  senses,  gathering  his  composure.   ❝   jack.  jack  dawson.   ❞   he  reluctantly  lets  go  of  her,  but  the  smile  on  his  lips  continues  to  grow.   ❝   what’s  your  name?  ophelia?   ❞   it’s  a  subtle  joke,  a  reference  to  one  of  shakespeare’s  greatest  works  —  hamlet.  he  just  finished  reading  it  yesterday  so  the  thought  of  the  main  character’s  lover  who  goes  mad  and  drowns  after  hamlet  murders  her  father  is  still  fresh  in  his  memory. 

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"i did, thank you." the strawberry haired girl continues to eagerly listen what in all jack has thoughtfully planned for her with lily. it makes her giggle in pure bliss– she knew how special jack is, this morning could've looked so differently, if she had been forced to stay with cal. if it wasn't for the night jack saving her. she would never take having such a special one of kind of soul ever for granted. her cheeks began to hurt listening to their little one try to explain their day, especially the comment about her hair. it made rose love her hair more than she ever had.

"build sandcastles! how do you two know me so well?" rose shakes the tiny hand of the tiny girl she's holding while grinning so brightly at jack. "that sounds so wonderful," she excitedly cooed, excited to see animals at the zoo and the lake. "i'll start eating this delicious breakfast prepared by the two best chefs, so we can get the day started. i can't wait to see all the animals and then the beautiful lake." she took her fork and started digging in while her left arm stayed wrapped around lily's back who was in between them. and how beautiful lake michigan truly is... she couldn't thank her mother more for moving them here from pennsylvania all those years ago. wisconsin felt far more like her home than there ever did. it brought her to jack and she got to live near the most beautiful lake to exist. people here are kinder, it's cozy and she's apart of such a fun church group with a few girls who also have little girls. sometimes they meet for brunch which is always fun. and then in the winter, it's mesmerizing getting to ice skate on the ponds so close by.

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growing  up,  mother’s  day  was  a  rather  more  bitter  than  sweet  holiday  for  jack  dawson.  his  mother  passed  away  when  he  was  only  nine  years  old,  leaving  behind  a  messy  note  (that  he  can  now  recite  at  any  given  time)  and  a  handful  of  memories.  while  his  friends  were  making  cute,  heart-shaped  cards  and  picking  flowers  for  their  mothers,  he  chose  to  alienate  himself  —  it  was  easier  that  way.  he  always  felt  out  of  place  on  that  special  day,  having  no  one  to  celebrate  it  with,  and  even  more  lonely  than  usual.  of  course,  his  father  had  tried  his  best  to  bring  back  the  happiness  and  magic  to  that  dreadful  holiday,  but  there’s  little  to  no  happiness  and  magic  found  in  visiting  a  graveyard  and  heading  for  ice  cream  afterwards…  and  so  when  jack  became  a  teenager,  he  refused  to  acknowledge  this  holiday.  but  god  works  in  mysterious  ways  and  the  young  artist’s  attitude  toward  mother’s  day  did  a  full  one-eighty  when  his  wife  gave  birth  to  their  daughter.  now  it’s  one  of  his  favorite  holidays.

❝   i  hope  you  got  plenty  of  sleep,  @hearthymns,  because  this  is  only  the  beginning.  we  have  so  many  fun  adventures  planned  for  today,  is  that  right,  lily?   ❞   he  could  watch  them  all  day,  his  beautiful  wife  kissing  their  daughter’s  face,  the  little  girl  wiggling  and  squealing  in  delight.  hearing  her  tiny  voice  explain  how  the  drawing  came  together,  how  she  and  daddy  went  to  the  store  and  picked  new  crayons  because  none  of  the  old  ones  matched  rose’s  beautiful  hair,  how  she  helped  with  the  breakfast  and  cut  up  a  bunch  of  strawberries  all  by  herself  with  her  dull  little  knife.  it  heals  jack’s  tortured  soul  in  more  ways  than  he  can  count.  he  sits  down  on  the  bed  beside  them,  his  ocean  hues  brimming  with  sheer  joy  and  affection.    ❝   the  best  mommy  deserves  the  best  gifts,   ❞   jack  coos  with  a  smile,  his  heart  melting  as  the  older  redhead  pulls  him  into  a  hug  and  kisses  his  cheek.  he  instantly  wraps  both  his  arms  around  the  two  greatest  loves  of  his  life  and  squeezes  them  tight,  his  chest  expanding.    ❝   so,  our  plan  for  today  is…  we  go  to  the  zoo  first,  we  grab  lunch  at  mommy’s  favorite  restaurant,  and  then  we  head  to  lake  michigan  to  build  sandcastles  and  see  if  the  water’s  warm  enough  for  the  first  swim  of  the  year  and, if we're not too tired by then, we'll  watch  the  sunset.  what  do  you  think?   ❞   jack  inquires,  pulling  back  just  enough  to  look  at  rose  and  lily.  still  finding  it  hard  to  believe  this  really  is  his  life.