#rclandwest

[lghtsup]

beat (BC OBVIOUSLY)

    how long ago was it — twenty years ? no , more than that . but it was still the two of them . senior prom , with lonnie ditching her for some girl whose name she can’t recall now . & it was still roland who’d try & cheer her up , make life a little lighter , a little easier . she used to be so desperate for release , then : like everything was just another form of being caged & even dancing with her best friend was just a placebo . now — now she’s been on the verge of losing everything , everything she lived for , & she’s a different person . they both are , for sure : this dumb dance of theirs , now , is as precious as life itself . even if he keeps stepping on her toes , & he’s no better at this than he used to be . “ you’re terrible ” . joyce laughs now , a deep , rich laugh like she hasn’t let out in days : everything is fine . the kids are out together , the monsters are gone . music fills the house , not the faint buzzing of burning lightbulbs . she does her best to carry the dance herself , but she barely even cares about it . she just wants to keep laughing . “ you’re killing my feet . you’ve gotten so much worse at this , i swear — ” but the music goes on , & she ends up resting her head against his shoulder like she did , again , those twenty - something years ago . to remind herself that she could crumble if she needed , & there’d still be someone to catch her . “ thank you ” . a whisper . “ for not giving up on me ” . 

@rclandwest / non - verbal prompts , ( somewhat selectively ) accepting .

[dustlnd]

midnight , she believes , is the strangest of hours . can’t decide which day it belongs to , if it should be devoted to aimless wandering or late - night epiphanies . sleep is hardly a midnight activity — over the constantly lenghtening string of her wanderings , she’s hardly ever met anyone content enough to be sleeping at the turn of a new day . her midnight , instead , is met with rain - soaked alleys & dumpsters , & half a chair someone abandoned by the street . good enough for her , anyway : most things seem to be good enough for her , these days . on her garbage chair she contemplates midnight in this town , enjoying the loot of tonight’s performance : a leftover sandwich ( split evenly between her & peggy - o , who’s sleeping just a few steps away , by the car ), & a cigarette bummed off the owner . no tips : the audience too distracted to care about songs of liquor & dirt . she’s watched the fight from a corner , after the last song — people trying to break up the duel , aimless against the somewhat animalistic nature of the fight . she’s watched quietly , like she is watching now as one of the two parties involved staggers into the street . she conjures a mental cloud of words around his figure : disrupture , spasm , shock , vile . lost , perhaps — seems to be the go - to word for any character , lately . “ that was some performance you gave , in there ” . she smiles : not her place to weigh in on the fight , but her interest for people & their stories will always outweigh common sense . she holds her cigarette up . “ want a drag ? i barely started it ” .

@rclandwest / call ( accepting ) .

[theirkind]

*  RCLANDWEST .

      ❛ i’m  always  nervous,  so  ----  you  being  a  cop  doesn’t  really  make  me  any  more  or  any  less  nervous. ❜   the  half - cocked  smile  twitches  along  with  a  short  laugh.   a  snort,   and  then  he’s  fallen  serious  again,  looking  at  the  empty  contents  of  his  tumbler.     he  does  not  contemplate  getting  another  drink  for  long.          ❛  next  one’s  on  me,    detective  ----  ❜   he  tilts  the  glass  a  little  before  setting  it  down  for  the  bartender  to  fill.

@rclandwest​

[mellowoutpal]

Sonny looks up at the sound of Rico hanging up the phone.

“Guest of honor’s here, Sonny,” his partner says, a mischievous light coming into his eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Five bucks says the guy brings a banjo and knows every word to ‘Oh My Darlin’ Clementine’.”

Sonny laughs, shaking his head as he stands.

“Play nice, Rico,” he playfully chides, “Y’know what Castillo said.”

“So long as he plays nice with me, we’re not gonna have a problem,” Rico points out, smile turning toothy, “Don’t worry, man. I know all about you Southern belles and your delicate sensibilities.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sonny waves him off, rolling his eyes, the sound of Rico’s laughter fading as he walks out of OCB and toward the department’s front desk. The news of a partnership with some tiny town in the Ozarks broke about a week ago. He didn’t know much about the reasoning behind it-- it was pretty hush-hush, something about a trafficking ring across state lines-- but he did know it was his job to greet the poor bastard. Lucky him.

He sees a guy waiting patiently, and he isn’t really even paying attention as he walks forward immediately, hand outstretched. A little part of him wonders how he knows, instinctively, that this is the person that he’s looking for. Rico didn’t give him a description after all, but this guy seems familiar somehow.

“Hi, Detective Crockett, I’m the head detective here at OC--” Then he registers the guy’s face, and realization slams him hard in the chest as his eyes widen. He can’t breathe for a moment.

He would know that face and those eyes anywhere, after ten years, a hundred, or a thousand. Older, yes, but just the same as he remembers in so many ways.

“--Roland?” he whispers.

@rclandwest gets a surprise reunion

[maelsong]

MEERJUNGFRAU

yOuR E  Not mY R eAL f A TH er !!!111!!!!!!!!!1!!!11111111111!!!

[lovehurried]

DALE COOPER’S STARTER CALL  •  @rclandwest

“My first case involved a missing child.” The Special Agent begins, tone carefully unsentimental. “I’m not sure that kind of thing ever really leaves you, no matter how it was resolved.”

[maelsong]

@rclandwest​ said :  ❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours. - obviously, obviously...!  re : situational tropes , accepting .

       the movie , by now , has been reduced to white noise — were she fully awake , perhaps she would be sorry . she was , after all , the one to suggest a movie night : a tiny domestic ritual to consolidate this unlikely bond of guardian & trainwreck , or something along those lines . cowboy & the outlaw — but that’s just the movie , & she could swear that hawk’s been flying over that canyon for half an hour now . morgan , however , does not mind . though she’s complained about his tastes plenty of times ( & will keep this up for much longer , a third - grade level of display of affection ) , the tiny sparkle she can spot in his eyes makes up for over two hours of lines about the desert & the herds & the heat . but it’s late : she spends so much time awake , these days ( not hazy , not wrapped in medicinal stupor anymore ) — sleep catches up to her before she can understand the meaning of tired . she adapts her body to her side of the couch ( so many parts of this house have become hers without wanting to claim them : a cushion , a chair , a door , more room than she could feel like she deserves ) , she slips a little lower with every cut of a scene on the screen . months ago she would keep a healthy distance between them , just so it would be clear that she would not be forced into some dream - like version of the concept of family again . but she leans , now , as if roland himself was the only thing truly keeping her from the ground . or just a place comfortable enough to rest . & rest she does — an hour into the movie , she’s unconsciously resting her head over his shoulder , & gently drifting off . the concept of home , once again sneaking up on her .

[maelsong]

@rclandwest​ said : 1. what blew my mind & continues to blow my mind is how real mo feels. we've talked about this but the fact is i will seize any opportunity to talk about this -- especially when it's solicited thus i do not risk the chance of being blocked :^) -- but you're a true artist. you do not only posses this.. endless well of imagination and creativity but you bring your visions to life so skillfully.  2. you've fleshed out mo so completely -- ACROSS MULTIPLE / IN THE CONTEXT OF MULTIPLE AUS....!! -- that she has all these facets that coalesce into a believable, “perfectly imperfect” whole that never feels stiff or too loose or incongruous. the sheer amount of heart, soul, and mind you’ve put into her shows in your writing (which resonates like actual music), bios, and drabbles, and both roland & i are super grateful for the dottir. thanks!

what drew you to mo ? ( acc . )

   i spent like half an hour trying to look for a decent gif to respond to this & i quit , i can’t . i just have no words , you’ve killed my brain for good . bye everyone , it was fun while it lasted ! god . no but for real ... i’ve told you a million times how great i think you are , how i wish i had your talent for characterization & storytelling , your ability to turn your passion into deep analysis of characters & media , your skill in making specific settings come to life — & honestly , in general , just your awesomeness as a human being . idk , i love you so fucking much . so all this , coming from you , even if you’ve gotten v close to being blocked a thousand times , this is ? so important to me & i love you so much . you have no idea how much it means to me , your encouragement & your support & your critique & just , everything , anything you’re ever willing to tell me . i love you so so much & i 100% believe you didn’t just make me a better writer & highkey person too , but you made mo a better , more fleshed out character , & i’m never ever gonna stop yelling about this . & roland ? roland alone filled so many aching , empty spaces in mo’s life . even if it’s an au , i would die for it in an instant . so , that’s another thing i’m never gonna stop yelling about . i just . love you so much .