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Glasses placed on the desk in front of her, a sigh escapes Alex’s lips as she covers her face with her hands, internally screaming at Jack for handing this case over to Casey. She clenches her jaw as she listens to her girlfriend go off, waiting albeit impatiently for her to stop for just a moment. Exhaling, sapphire eyes finally look up to meet hazel, “ How many people have any one of us in this office put away who may have had some sort of underlying mental disease or illness that influenced their behavior? Medicated or not, if we go easy on one, that opens the door any other case, past, present, or future, to claim precedence, and I know that you know that. You can ask McCoy to cut a deal, life in a state psychiatric facility until he’s lucid enough to go to Rikers, and then have him transferred into protective custody, but I see no way of Saul Pickard ever being a free man again, ” the tone in her voice is harsher than she intends, but she needs to get through to Casey somehow.
Clicking her pen and dropping it onto her notepad, Alex pushes herself away from her desk and walks over to her door, closing it so the rest of the office doesn’t hear the entirety of their following discussion. “ You are preaching to the choir about what is and isn’t justice, Casey. I have tried a child for the murder of his classmate, a seven-year-old child who accidentally shot a little girl in his class because there was someone on the other side of the gate who terrified him. I fought tooth and nail to drop those charges because I didn’t want to end the life of another child, but I did it anyway because I was ordered to by my bosses. Jury found him not guilty, but that didn’t mean the public didn’t feel the same way. And the following night he was murdered by a kid not even three years older than him.” The Elias Barrera case is just one of the many cases that she’s tried over the years that still haunts her. She remembers his mother and father all too well, the case plays over and over in her head on nights that she can’t sleep.
The blonde takes a deep breath and shakes her head, “ In some cases there are victims on either side, people who make a grave mistake without meaning to, but that doesn’t mean that the people on our side, the people that we’ve promised to get justice for mean any less just because the person that hurt them was unmedicated. What happened in the Barrera case wasn’t justice and what’s happening with the Pickard case isn’t justice, but when we joined the New York State Bar and the Manhattan District Attorney’s office, we took an oath to uphold the law. We have a job to do and orders to follow just like everyone else in this damn office and the NYPD. We may not like it, but we have to do it because unfortunately the law isn’t always about justice. So try to get Pickard a deal if you want, but those little girls deserve more justice than he does.”
“ SO THAT makes it okay to lock up one victim for another ? he tried to hang himself, alex. i’m not saying he should go free, but you know just as well as i do that he’s not getting a deal. not after what happened in court today. i already tried. mccoy wants me to go in there and fight to have him locked up for good –– and don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what will happen to him there. ”
THE PROBLEM is, she knows perfectly well that her girlfriend is right. there’s no getting around this. hard cases come with the territory in s.v.u. she knows that better than she’d like. and were this any other perp, any other circumstance... if charlie were still alive... she would be racing to the courthouse to prepare her arguments. she would revel in the ease of the conviction. a slam dunk life sentence for a mentally ill man. victory at its finest.
HEAD SHAKES. slamming files on the desk in exasperation, she leans over the wood. her jaw clenches. long hair falls in front of her face, eyes closing. she softens, breaking. “ olivia ratted me out and now i have no choice. if i don’t do it, i lose my job, but it’s not right. how am i supposed to sleep at night knowing i saved a man from the death penalty just to sentence him to torture ? ”
“I’ll let you down. I will always let you down. I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.” - charlie.
“secretly we all love angst” sentence starters || @systemicjustice
“ DON’T –––- ”
LICKING HER LIPS, eyes drop, avoiding his gaze. she stands completely still, breathing shallow breaths. tears burn, but never fall. they were good together once. charlie made her smile in ways no one had before or since. even in the most intimate of moments, his breath on her neck, laughter vibrating against her chest ; she could still feel it sometimes, if she tried hard enough. he grounded her. inspired her. knew her. the pure joy behind viridescent eyes reminded her of home, but she hasn’t seen that for awhile now.
LAUGHTER STILL ECHOES when she’s alone, but their walls have turned grey. he was her best friend until the illness began to take over, wedging them further and further apart. in moments of lucidity, they could almost be themselves, but too many times, she let herself hope that this was it. too many times, she convinced herself he was better. she’s not so naïve anymore. innocent playfulness dissipated, replaced with heartache and bruises –– and tonight, she almost lost her career for him. the only thing she sees in his eyes now is his disease.
SHAKING HER HEAD, teeth clench. she forces herself to look him in the eye. “ don’t, ” she repeats, softer this time. “ you were always enough, but you need help, charlie. you disappear for days on end and when you’re here, it’s like you don’t know me most of the time. i know –– i know it’s not your fault –– but PLEASE. i can’t keep doing this. i can’t keep covering for you. ” lips quiver. her voice breaks. “ i miss you. ”
“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters
dont deny it DONT DENY IT
“It never works for us, and it never will.”
“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”
“I can’t fall in love with you. I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”
“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”
“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”
“I regret it all. I really do, I swear. Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”
“Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”
“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”
“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”
“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”
“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on. You never caught on. I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”
“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”
“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”
“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”
“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly. It was just like… Morphine.”
“You’re just not enough anymore.”
“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”
“Ah, it was all my fault. Wasn’t it?”
“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”
“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”
“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”
“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”
“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”
“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”
“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me. I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”
“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”
“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”
“I know I deserve better than you. I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”
“All of this was to protect myself.”
“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”
“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”
“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”
“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”
“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”
“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”
“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”
“I’ll let you down. I will always let you down. I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”
“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”
“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”
“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”
“I can’t forget about him/her! It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”
“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying. He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”
“Listen… You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried. He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please. Give me what I deserve.”
“It would have been better if we never met.”
“You’re my regret.”
“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”
“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”
“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”
“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love. How pathetic.”
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" NOT MUCH, ” he replied gently. This part was always tricky. Often times a spirit would want him to spill out everything on their behalf – make sure every loose end was tied up, every personal detail or apology was communicated specifically. The trouble was, that usually made him look like a lunatic. And then came the questions he didn’t really have an answer to. Figuring out the balance? Well, that was the key to making everybody’s life a little easier…
CHARLIE GLANCED past the woman towards the ghost – the other Charlie. The blond man gave him an encouraging nod. With a sigh, he did his best to distill what the other man had said – how best to filter out the details into something that could help her. “ He just said that he was sorry. And that it wasn’t your fault. ” He shrugged and offered a slight smile, as if he didn’t know what it meant.
“ HE’S SORRY ? ” she echoed with a pathetic laugh. trust charlie to be the one to take on her guilt. trust him to still see her as good after everything. the trouble is, she couldn’t be sure if he even remembered everything that happened, or if he was lost well before the coma. casey swallowed, fingertips digging into her arms as she stared at a spot on the floor. “ he had nothing to be sorry about, ” she mumbled, though she couldn’t imagine the man much cared. she just needed him to know that charlie was a good man. even when his behavior wasn’t.
REMARKABLY STILL, though her insides were twisting, she did her best to remain logical. stoic. think about what needed to be done. what she could do for him, instead of just standing there, on the verge of spilling her guts to a stranger, no matter how nice he seemed. “ has anyone contacted his family ? his mother should know... she should be here for this. ” even if last she heard, his entire family had disowned him. it seemed she sparked a trend of giving up on him, and it made her ill.
there’s a charlie here. i had to return immediately.
cabotiisms:
Alex sits straighter in her seat as the redhead moves closer, her gaze traveling from Casey’s face and down her neck, hesitating as her tongue wets her lower lip. Focus, Alex ! She curses inwardly, quickly moving her gaze to rest on the legal pad, her fingers brushing against Casey’s as she reaches for the note pad. As she reads the attorney’s arguments, she’s not surprised by what she reads, nor is she surprised with how far Casey has come in, what feels like, the short amount of time since she started at the DA’s office. “ This is good, probably one of your best yet, ” she praises, placing the legal pad on her desk, “ Just remember that you want your opening argument to wrap the people and the facts of the case around the values that the jurors want to preserve in their society; freedom from fear, sanctity of the home, etc. ”
SPARKS IGNITE in her fingers and explode through her veins with the briefest of touches, though she forces her expression to remain neutral. damn. it’s hard to listen to anything alex actually says, instead of just on the soft rasp of her voice. is she doing that intentionally ? digging her thumb nail into her index finger, she drags her gaze away from the blonde toward her paper, reading over words that right now seem completely unfamiliar. “ i was saving the more vivid imagery for the closing arguments when they’ve heard the whole story, but i could change a couple of these sentences here... ” she adds in a few extra points with asterisks and notes along the bottom to use stronger language hinting more about what they’re about to get into. “ what do you think ? ”
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in case you were all wondering where i disappeared to this time, i was visiting one of my very favorite people !! after four years of friendship, i finally got to hang out with this absolute beauty and snapchat each other until noon because what is face-to-face conversation ? sounds fake. anyway, i love you @bldreina and i miss you already !! can’t wait til we can do this again with the whole fam next time. xx
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❛ what’re you doing here? ❜ the precinct was dark and deserted as it usually would be once midnight approached // the only two things conveying otherwise were the light from the computer she had her eyes glued to prior and herself, until the redhead emerged, and her presence this late was uncommon.
EYES FLICKERED. chin raised in a slight nod, arms folding across her chest as she leaned back against the side of the desk. “ tough case ? ” deflection ; her preferred method of conversation.
sorry i’ve been so sporadic in activity lately. i’m doing four major research projects at once because i’m the idiot who decided it was a good idea to do honours, be a research assistant, and try to get published all in one summer, but i’m making headway with it and taking a break to travel soon and since i’ll have wifi and be with other svu fans, i should be able to do more then.
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THESE ARE THEIR STORIES. welcome to the law & order: special victims unit roleplay community masterlist ! while we may be a litte rpc, we’re growing, and here is a masterlist of all of the amazing writers in this community so we can follow them & continue to grow ! so reblog this post & in the tags, put who you write, whether they are a canon or oc, or even just have a canon compliant verse, & you will be added to the list ! DUN DUN.
You’ve only seen, like, tiny bits of her personal life over all these years. Like, what? Like ten, eleven years I’ve been around. That, you know, she had a boyfriend. He was schizophrenic. You know, there are all these tiny little pieces but it would be fun to get more of a backstory.
What would you love to find out about Casey?