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oldlondons.

he almost wants to laugh at her - it’s rude and it’s uncalled for, but he wants her to understand just how ridiculous she sounds. the rule has always been bros before rosie : ashton coined the phrase himself, and the other three have sworn to live by that code and that alone. so, why, then, does she plague his every waking thought ? he can’t watch the quiet moments between she and john anymore. it makes him want to scream. ❛ maybe, rosie. i don’t fucking know. i’m busy. you guys would be better off, trust me. ❜

something is wrong- it doesn’t take a fool to tell, and rosie is far from being one. she folds her arms, clicking her tongue, “ you’re part of a band, the guys need you. sometimes it feels like you’re getting sick, or something. everyone sees you everywhere else but in the tavern for the band. ” she doesn’t understand his anger, but it makes her own defensive shell spike, and she frowns, though her voice is still light, a touch playful, even, “ ..what’s up with you ? you’re so moody. ”

#ooooooh. i hate this #oldlondons #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ HERE’S TO THE FRIENDSHIPS YOU VALUE LIKE GOLD. ( PRE-CANON. )

boyabsent.

it seems colin cannot decide between anger or pity on her behalf , and so he settles with comfort , as close to a happy medium as he can find . he has spent so many days angry , and he does not hold it well – comfort , though , comfort he gives away like the leeches he prescribes , desperate and uncertain and always a bit risky . ❛ he’s just being a kid . he’ll come around , once he’s done with this . ❜

she stares at him, grip on the tankard in her hand tightens momentarily. she doesn’t know what to say- ‘ he isn’t a kid, he’s two years under you, he was supposed to be the king, and now i am one solitary heiress. ’ she shakes her head, vigorously cleans as she speaks, wayward ginger curl slips itself from pins and hangs in her eye, “ who says he’ll be done ? he was never done with music, he was never done with church, he was never done with anything, so i don’t know, colin, if he’ll ever be done with this either. ”

#oof. OOF #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#i dont have a canon tag fdsfkdn #boyabsent

oldlondons.

❛ i’m fine , rosie . ❜ as far as she’s concerned , he has to be fine : there’s no way he could tell her what ails him . he’s been skipping rehearsals lately , too pained to see john living his aspirations so casually . ❛ dad’s just been swamped . i’m helping him out at the shop . ❜

she pouts, pulling a pin from her hair as she talks, “ i miss you, tee. you're never around anymore, not even at rehearsal. john's great at keeping my temper, but i'm this close to cracking a bottle over ashton's head if he complains about you not being 'dedicated' to the music, god help him. ” to illustrate her point, she holds a hand and positions her pointer finger and thumb mere millimeters apart, before smiling at her friend, “ you’ll come back one day, right? ”

#her: i miss you // me: fuck OFF #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ HERE’S TO THE FRIENDSHIPS YOU VALUE LIKE GOLD. ( PRE-CANON. )#oldlondons

oldlondons.

his return is met with no fanfare - here , without his instruments or his recognition , the illusion of wisdom is stripped away . eyelids heavy , sleep evades him - there is too much to be done . ❛ rosie . ❜ he smiles when he sees her no matter the circumstance . stack of papers under one arm , the other is extended for her. ❛ you got space for me , my love ? i have some stuff i need to finish for colin - gotta mail it to the magistrate in the morning . i can sit , right ? i’ll be quiet , i swear . ❜

she watches him, fox-like eyes run down his worn frame, never fully understanding, never fully retaining. she reaches back, brushes their fingertips together, “of course you can, tee. i’ll make you something to drink to keep you warm while you work. i don’t want you catching anything.” queen of the brewery, always wanting to serve and assist, even in these horrific, trying times, ones that thieve her loved ones and leave her streets and business barren. and yet, through it all, she smiles with hardy warmth, and leads him to the counter to sit, while she busies herself with moving to grab a bottle from a thrice scrubbed surface, poking at the dying embers of a fire, “...are you making time, tee?” she asks through her silence, voice almost distant as she works, “for yourself, i mean.”

#oldlondons #ur icons are so frciking HOT im gna lose my life #aaaaaaaagh this ? already bad #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ WE HAVE GONE ASTRAY; IT’S WHY WE SUFFER FAR AND WIDE. ( MAIN. )

ky. hey sup so in ‘ring around my rosie’ rosies harmony dies on ‘come spend a lifetime--’ and that’s significant because she DIES and i’m drawing so i can’t get too into it but AGH

#⠇ WHEREVER I GO I AM FOLLOWED BY DEATH. ( OOC. )

KY. i wish you guys could hear my commenraty sometimes its so fuckgin funny and will never be as funny on text im always yelling at my playlist like “OH IM NOT IN THE FORM FOR YOU” but i never CHANGE it

#⠇ WHEREVER I GO I AM FOLLOWED BY DEATH. ( OOC. )#im Myself!!! fsnfskaf

KY. im RIPE for a bitch about wwg i hate this entire musical and its gna kill me

#⠇ WHEREVER I GO I AM FOLLOWED BY DEATH. ( OOC. )#everyman considered... he had four close to his heart!!! KILL ME

@chrliework !!

“so wait, HOW LONG have you been working here? a girl can be curious, right?” rosie perches herself on the counter, legs crossed, teatowel still dangling from her hip. ginger head is cocked to the side, curious.

#makes u a starter bc i love him and u and i want to INTERACT w him #chrliework #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ A HEIRESS AND KEEPER. ( MODERN. )

@oldlondons !!

it is late, late, late. the last standing tavern’s swell of people has lowered to a lazy trickle of drunken patrons that are shooed out of the door by ginger queen, and rosie donaghue cleans with a vigor as she waves the entertainment of the night farewell. she bides her time, humming a familiar tune through pursed lips, a tune played to her by a love wielding a guitar in the battle of heart. the sound of the door opening allows girl to turn, smiling.

“you’re very late in, mr. gallagher. you expect me to serve you past closing hours?”

#oldlondons #im gna die its facts!!! me writing this KNOWING hes exhausted: rosie can you like... let him sleep #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ WE HAVE GONE ASTRAY; IT’S WHY WE SUFFER FAR AND WIDE. ( MAIN. )

insanelycooljk.

❛ you’re boyfriends that freakin’ rock star ? holy shit, do you have any idea how grossly in love he is with your ass ? ❜

a laugh, rosie raises her brow, “must be quite a lot if it’s the first thing you mention. indulge me?”

#i love u jared!!! I LOVE U #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ A HEIRESS AND KEEPER. ( MODERN. )#insanelycooljk

KY. like this for a starter!!!

#⠇ WHEREVER I GO I AM FOLLOWED BY DEATH. ( OOC. )#i was in the bath listening to wwg and i cant remember what made me so #WAIT I REMEMBER IT NOW HAHAHA #i found more shit to make me mad in wwg and nobody is suprirsed that its todd-centric

oldlondons.

ENRAPTURED, HE TRULY IS A STAR IN HER orbit, watching with awe and a crooked grin. despite the jest in her words, he falls hook, line and sinker, even joining in a jovial two step, carving a loose circle with his path — a ring around his rosie, defined by sneaker’s tread. ❛ you see me dance every night, babe. that’s an OLD show. ❜ free arm winds around her waist, bodies brought together in a brief moment of intoxicating contact. ❛ ‘m not too raunchy myself, come to think of it, even if the village girls say different. ❜

bright laugh, rosie turns with him as he goes, raising brows, “ah, but you always know what to do, tee. the girls all love it.” as their bodies touch together, rosie brushes head against his, ginger curls ablaze as she shakes head side to side. “those village girls have a new thing to say about you every week, love. it’s ridiculous, they’re ALWAYS at it.” a click of boot heel against the street, rosie attempts a little routine of rhythm against the cobbled pavement, “you’d think they’d have something better to do than fill their heads with rumors about the city’s most famed rockstar, hmm?” another laugh, before she grins, “though i suppose you don’t mind it, everyone always talking about how amazing you are.”

#oldlondons #i am... EMOTIONAL I LOVE THEM SM!!!!! I III LOV E THEM #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ WE HAVE GONE ASTRAY; IT’S WHY WE SUFFER FAR AND WIDE. ( MAIN. )#⠇ PLEASE DON’T LEAVE; I DIDN’T MEAN IT. ( QUEUE. )

ky. hi im here and mad bc todd was ASLEEP when john told him not to be so dense like fuck off my boy like that john hes EXHAUSTED!

#⠇ WHEREVER I GO I AM FOLLOWED BY DEATH. ( OOC. )#i love john but fuck off my boy!!! go away from him

oldlondons.

IN ONE PLACE, HIS HEART, IN ANOTHER, HIS MIND. such is the dilemma for everyman : each aspect of his is split between responsibilities, but not here. NOW, affections sing her, and thoughts run a daring path through tangled weeds of unclear future — she, decked in white, spinning pretty with a ring on her hand and love on her lips. the epitaph of the forward thinking, of the too-hopeful man. ❛ shame. what does that mean for us, rosie ? that i get to see a little more of your dancing ? i’ll play you a song, babe — ❜ and expression ignites, however jokingly. ❛ jaunty, raunchy. ❜

tongue protrudes from her lips, and she nudges him with shoulder, still holding onto his arm, “you’re a dog.” she chuckles, touching her head against his for a moment, “i can do a jig, but not much more ‘n that, i’m afraid.” she clicks boot heel against the stone street with a chuckle, before she nudges him, “raunchy won’t get you anywhere, tee.” one hand lowers, lifts the skirt of her dress and she kicks out a leg experimentally, “i’m hardly a london performer, i can barely do all the bend-and-twist things they do.” skirt is brushed back down, and she grins at him, cheeky, “besides, I THINK you’d be a far better dancer than i would, dearest.”

#me as me running to reply bc i LOVE you #they are so cute and iconic i loooove them #oldlondons #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ WE HAVE GONE ASTRAY; IT’S WHY WE SUFFER FAR AND WIDE. ( MAIN. )

oldlondons.

❛ I DON’T KNOW, RO — maybe they’ve got the right idea. ❜ impish gaze flickers over love’s visage, words slipped through a snicker. ❛ i think i’d like to see that song and dance — on the countertop, if you PLEASE. ❜ eyebrows raise, disappearing ‘neath overgrown hairline before raucous laugh is masked behind splayed fingers, as not to frighten any lurking plague-spreaders. ❛ don’t listen to ash. he’s just sour ‘cause of colin. keep your eyes and mind on me, my love ! ❜

rosie snorts, lifting her chin in a haughty manner, “mind your tongue, mr. gallagher, or i’ll have half a mind to cut it off.” a joking smile, before she places her hands on her hips and does a twirl, “i’m not dancing on my countertop, s’already hard enough to clean with all the drink, let alone my dirty boots on it. i’ll dance on the floor or not at all.” a small laugh, before she steps closer, tucks a freckled hand into the crook of his elbow, “i try my best to, but he does try my patience. we just don’t get along, him and i...” a pause, brow furrows, “the rascals must’ve caught wind that we’re around, they’re hiding.”

#FNKJDSNFAS THE CATS JUST RUN AWAY... MERCY FOR A DAY #i love them so much they are so CUTE!!! i die #oldlondons #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ WE HAVE GONE ASTRAY; IT’S WHY WE SUFFER FAR AND WIDE. ( MAIN. )

oldlondons.

strings pulled, feet splayed, todd laughs in surprise, head shaking vehemently. no matter his jesting, moonstruck heart singing the same steady two-beat tune : rosie, rosie, rosie. it’s been this way since before he could remember. ❛ why are you being so MEAN today ? ❜ carpenter’s son is no prince, but the smile he gives was constructed in a monarch’s dream, bright and breathtaking.

“i’m mean EVERY day.” she teases, senses sharp as a tack as she turns corner, aqua surveys darkened alley for sight of cats, then turns away to continue the stroll, “s’what happens in the environmen’ you’re surrounded by. i’m surrounded by drunk ol’ men singing their songs and askin’ me to do a song n’ dance on my own countertop.” spiteful roll of the eyes, before rosie softens, smile turns warmer toward beautiful boy with a grin that could rival the sun, “you’re the only thing keepin’ me sweet, tee. ashton s’force feedin’ me bloody lemons. grumpy old sod.”

#oldlondons #i love how you describe him hes so beautiful i fucigkgin wld die for him im so het for todd gallagher!!! does he know #ro/sie: starts bitching abt asht/on // me: oh my GOD #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ WE HAVE GONE ASTRAY; IT’S WHY WE SUFFER FAR AND WIDE. ( MAIN. )

@spectershape !!

KNOCKING on locked castle door, rosie finds sleepy lilt of clinking glasses disturbed ‘pon the sound, apron is already discarded over the counter, ginger locks half-fallen from pins that dig into her skull, the click of the lock is quiet, door opens an inch, rosie’s voice begins on a harsh note, “we’re CLOSED--” but pause comes quickly, features are recognised and door opens further, “john? are you alright?” she steps aside, a silent invitation for him to come in, “...why are you calling so late?”

#spectershape #i wrote this in study today and uhhhhh im already full of dread this can go So Many Directions #i love rosie shes such a tavern girl opens the door like :fuck off we're closed #me crying: keep it all pre-ca/non im exhausted i jst want them to be happy #⠇ WE ALL FALL DOWN; EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. ( IN CHARACTER. )#⠇ HERE’S TO THE FRIENDSHIPS YOU VALUE LIKE GOLD. ( PRE-CANON. )

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