#mini dodds

[hhroadgirl]

😂😂😂 I came across this pic of Mini Dodds.Even when he's mad he's so cute!!!

[wonderfulfanofall]

Why couldn't they just let barba become a judge in a different district? Like come on. You killed off mini dodds and left Amaro with an injury?? why cant they let characters go off happily???

[whisperingvictory]

“I needed you. And you weren’t there.” - Dorisi

Sonny can’t remember the last time he slept. He vaguely remembers laying down in his bed about a week ago, but he has no recollection of falling asleep then, and he’s sure there must have been something else between, he just can’t pin point when it was. He hates sleeping, always has, but its only gotten worse over the years, only gotten worse since Mike’s funeral, since he had a gun held against his forehead, since he let a perp slip out of his grasp, since a mother and her child died in a car accident he couldn’t prevent. 

He hates sleeping because his nightmares haunt him, the people he’s lost, the people he’s killed, the people he’s loved and never told. In his dreams he’s always running, so fast that his legs start to feel like jelly and his lungs burn a hot sear in his chest and he stumbles forward, always forward, always in terror of what’s behind him, just at his heels, and he can’t catch his breath, can’t get air into his lungs, and when he sleeps, he always wakes up slick with sweat, gasping for breaths that just won’t come. 

But he hasn’t felt that in days, so he’s not sure when the last time was, and he’s not sure really how he got here, standing at the edge of this building, twenty stories high. The wind whips at his cheeks, stinging, but he can’t feel it, not really. He peers down, twenty stories below, and wonders how he got here, because he doesn’t remember taking an elevator, and doesn’t remember the stairs. And all he can see is little Sophia, held in his arms, her pretty little blue eyes now glassy and lifeless. If he’d made it there twenty minutes earlier, if they’d figured it out just a little sooner, maybe she would have made it. 

“Sonny.” He hears his name, and spins his head around, unsteady on his feet, knees buckling. But he knows that voice, even all these years later he knows it. “Sonny don’t do this.” 

Sonny wants to laugh, really, and it bubbles up in his chest, cold and sardonic, because Mike is standing there, concern etched on his face, the same suit he wore that day, when he left Sonny’s apartment early in the morning, because he didn’t want to show up at the precinct at the same time, didn’t want people to know about them yet, even though he had plucked a tie from Sonny’s closet to wear. 

“You’re not here,” Sonny says defiantly, swaying closer to the edge with another gust of strong wind. “I’m hallucinating, you can’t be here.” 

But Mike reaches out, and grabs Sonny’s wrist, holding him there, tight, anchored to the building by the weight of him. His skin is warm against Sonny’s wind burned wrist, so warm it feels like fire, and Sonny’s eyes widen with surprise, and then a sob, heavy anguish bubbles up, escaping his lips. 

“I’m here,” Mike says with a firm sort of gentleness. “Why are you doing this, Sonny? Why are you here?” 

Sonny just shakes his head, voice caught in his throat, and he can feel the hot sting of tears on his cheeks before he even realizes he’s crying. “I needed you. I needed you and you weren’t there.” He pulls his hand, trying to pry himself from Mike’s grasp, but Mike was always stronger than him, always able to pin his arms, always able to hold him in a way he couldn’t escape from. 

He’d never really wanted to escape. 

“I’m here,” Mike repeats, “I’m here, I’m always here.” Its a refrain, a hymn, echoing in Sonny’s mind, and he squeezes his eyes shut to blink back the tears. And when he opens them, Mike’s gone, nothing left but the light purple beginning of a bruise on his wrist.

[roseinutopia]

Mike Dodds Headcanon

Mike sings and plays guitar in a band he formed with fellow NYPD Academy graduates. They call themselves 'The Cuffs' and mostly play cover songs, but Mike also wrote some songs for them. The Cuffs give some gigs in their favourite pub on weekends when they have time. He owns a big collection of vinyls and one of the things he regrets not being able to do more often during summer is to sit on the fire escape stairs of his building in the evening and just jam mindlessly.

[nursestardust]

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[novemberhush]

Oh dear, it's the episode where we lost Mini Dodds. And just when we'd started to like him, too. Alas, poor Mike, we barely knew ye.

On the plus side, though, got to see his smoking hot brother at the funeral one more time. (Well, he looks hot from what little we see of him, anyway.)

Also, Sonny in uniform (sweet), drinking with Barba and assuring him they have his back in regards to the threats that were made against him. Always a nice moment, whether you ship them as a BrOtp or an OTP.

(Personally, Barba's one of the very few characters I can multi-ship. I blame it on Raúl being so damn charismatic and having chemistry with just about everyone. But then again it kinda means that I'm not ride or die about any of the Barba ships. I can enjoy all of them on a surface level, but I'm not truly invested in any of them. I don't think they've found that one character yet that makes me go, "Yep, that's them. That's the person Barba belongs with." But that's just me.)

[am-i-right-counselor]

It's time for Groundhog Day The Musical! 😍

[hhroadgirl]

He’s so preeeetttyyyyyy