#mindy manes

[dr-lizortecho]

hey, random thought. But Harrison (the guy from 2x10 who helped hide Louise) could have been the grandfather or great uncle of Mindy

I know they probably would have stated Alex and Greg’s connection to him if that was the case, but also… it would explain how Jesse and Mindy met growing up together and all

[queermil]

my art for the fantastic loving him was red by @angrycowboy for @rnmbb 2021

[space-malex]

Do you think we will meet Alex's third brother or his mother this season? and if we do, do you think they will be apart of Deep Sky?

That’s a really good question, and I don’t know how to answer it. We do have some guest stars this season obviously, and I would love to meet Clay and/or Mindy.

I think they are actually concentrating more on the core cast this season which I love so I don’t know if we’re gonna have more of Alex’s family show up besides Greg and I’m OK with that. Even tho I miss Flint. 😔

[myhumbleself]

Bonding time. Gregory is in town for the weekend and stays at Alex’s place. Flint comes over for breakfast. He ends up staying until dinner. They have a lot to talk about.

[gra-sonas]

Repeating myself, but I’m genuinely sad that Jason Behr won’t be in S3 [x|x]

Also, Alex wearing Tripp’s tags while he performed??? 🥺😭

[ravens-words]

Alex Manes Appreciation Week 2020

Day 1: Family

To the Moon and Back

Alex tries to put his family back together.

"Hey, mom." 

She whirled around, and Alex was only able to catch a glimpse of her face before she slammed into him, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged her back and forced himself not to bury his face in her neck, forced himself to keep his emotions in check. 

When he pulled away, she loosened her hold on him, but didn't let him go far. She framed his face in both her hands and smiled sadly, wistfully. "Oh, look at you," she exclaimed, eyes roaming his face, "my beautiful boy."

Alex smiled, but he could feel it wavering as his lips quivered with the effort it took to keep his emotions in check. "How have you been?"

"I've been alright, baby." She took his hand in hers and all but dragged him into the Crashdown. Alex stared at their hands and tried to remember the last time his mother had held his hand. It had to be when he was seven, on the night she'd left them. She'd come into his room some time after everyone had gone to sleep and slipped next to him in bed. She'd gasped and hissed as she settled next to him, and Alex, at age seven, hadn't known what those noises had meant.  When he'd asked her why she was there, his mother had cried softly, and did her best to hide it. He'd done his best to hold her with his tiny arms and she hadn't returned his hug, but she'd taken one of his hands and kissed it.

"I love you," she'd whispered against the skin of his hand, eyes closed.

"To the moon and back," Alex had whispered back.

His mother chose the table furthest back and kept hold of his hand even after they sat down. It was overwhelming, and it was really weird. She'd always been free with her affection; something his father had never approved of as he thought babying them Mandela them weak. She'd never been deterred, though; had always kissed their skinned knees and smothered them with hugs after school and slept with them in their beds after a nightmare.

An ache settled deep in his chest as he remembered how loved he and his brothers had been back then. He wondered if now, after almost twenty years of only minimal contact, she still loved them as much. 

"Alex, honey? Where'd you go?"

He shook his head, and with it willed those thoughts away. What's done is done, he tried to convince himself , there was no use crying over spilled milk. Taking a deep breath, he smiled, small and genuine. "Nowhere. I'm here," he said as he squeezed her hand. 

Her smile, which had dimmed a little when he'd zoned out, was back in full force. "So, tell me about you! Tell me everything." 

Alex laughed softly, looking down. "There's really nothing much to tell." When her face fell, he hastened to add, "but you can ask whatever you want to know."

She brightened considerably. "Well, let's get some of the boring stuff out first; still in the air force?"

He laughed, not as offended as he thought he should be. "Yes. At least for another two years."

"Hi, captain Manes," the new waitress, Anna, smiled brightly at him, then at his mother. "Ca I take your order?"

"Little Green Man milkshake with a side of fries."

She quickly scribbled the order down then turned to his mother. "And for you?"

"Just the milkshake."

Once Anna left, his mother turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Do you still dip fries in your milkshake?"

She sounded exasperated, but fond, and Alex just shrugged with a smile. "It tastes good."

"It really doesn't, but I'm done trying to convince you of that. Now, where were we?" Then she snapped her fingers. "Ah, yes, you were telling me about your love life."

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I really wasn't."

"Oh, come on, give me something? There's no way there isn't someone in your life."

"And why is that?"

"Are you fishing for compliments?"

He shook his head with a chuckle. "There is someone."

She clasped her hands tightly and put both under her chin, her smile wide. "Tell me everything."

"There's really not much to tell. We went on one date and he's- he's a good man. I just-" 

She patted his hand, and her excited smiled turned into a soft one. "You don't have to have it all figured out right now, honey."

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Gregory tells me you kissed a boy in a crowded bar full of cowboys, right after you sang a song that you wrote," she started tentatively and  the there was pride in her words. It seemed like she was extending an olive branch.  "What's it about? Do I get to hear it?"

His smile dimmed and he looked down. "It's about-" me, he wanted to say. It's about the man I'm in love with. It's about my life, every part of it that you missed. He didn't say any of it, though. Alex had never been one to use his words for the sole purpose of hurting someone, and he knew that one would hurt her. 

........ Continue on AO3 .........

[adiwriting]

Fic: May your heart know peace 6/6

Fandom: Roswell New Mexico

Pairing: Eventual Malex (Michael/Alex), temporary Forrest/Alex

Summary: Alex is learning to heal from a life of trauma and finding his voice. In the process of repairing his broken soul, he manages to repair some broken relationships along the way.

Otherwise known as 5 times Alex can’t manage to forgive his mom and the 1 time he can (Eventual Malex).

Notes: Now that this story is finally finished- I’m going to turn this fic into a verse (Verse: May You) and accept prompts. Feel free to hit me up! 

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Chapter 6: June

Alex sits at the kitchen chair he’d moved into their bedroom and just stares at Michael, watching his chest rise and fall, thanking whatever cosmic gods are out there that he’s here and alive.

The last three days have been absolute hell, and Alex can say this confidently, because he’s been to war. He hadn’t thought there was anything worse than blindly following an order only to look up and realize the entire world was on fire as people were screaming out in pain all around him. But the Alighting has taught Alex that there is a whole new level of fear and pain. One entirely worse than laying on the side of the road after an IED attack, praying for salvation — either by death or medevac. But this had been different.

Watching Michael, Max, and Isobel board a spaceship had been awful, but manageable. Afterwards though? Once Michael stepped back off that ship and into his arms? There’d been barely a moment of utter bliss before the entire world crumbled around them. Alex cannot remember ever being more terrified in his life.

Michael’s going to recover.

Kyle has promised him as much. Max is stuck in a similar state, and so there’s no magic handprint to save the day. Kyle had been forced to do what he could. Alex has been around enough field medics in his time to have seen some shit. But what Kyle did? The back alley emergency surgery in which Kyle had had his hands inside Michael’s chest cavity while Alex had been forced to assist? That’s not something Alex can ever recover from.

So he sits. And he watches. And he counts his lucky stars with each rise and fall of Michael’s chest because this isn’t how this story was supposed to end. When Alex found out that he was in love with an alien, their story was always meant to end with, ‘and then he got on his spaceship and flew off into the stars.’ They were never supposed to have an act two. And yet, Michael had stepped off that spaceship. He’d been offered a ride home and decided that Alex was the only home he’d ever need.

And fuck would it be a hell of a lot more romantic if it hadn’t ended with Michael bleeding out in his arms. If it hadn’t ended with Kyle’s hands inside of Michael’s chest and Alex realizing just how much his own heart is linked to Michael. Alex hadn’t needed the iridescent handprint on his hip to know what death feels like. He’d died the moment Michael’s heart stopped beating.

And he’s not sure he’s taken a real breath since.

Continue on A03

[meneatyoghurt]

So I don’t really know any Native American actors (well probably a couple I would recognise their face but maybe not their names) but does anyone have anyone in mind they would want to play Alex’s mum or Clay? Just curious!