#gifs: svu s8

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LAW & ORDER: SVU 8x12 Outsider

[killianglyndon]

I’m thinking about doing like a certain character in certain episode, like hunter in the bad batch. Kind of like appreciation post. Since tbb s1 is over, my gif content would be something like that haha, I’ll also try to post more tcw content.

I’m still thinking if I should make b99 s8 gifs, I know I said I’ll be making the new eps gifs, but I’m feeling kinda tired to make gifs as soon as episode drops. I love making gifs, but tbh trying to keep on the schedule kinda exhausted me.

so, im trying to take it slow. i’ll still be making b99 gifs, but i wouldn’t do it like tbb. u know, trying to make the gifs as soon as an episode drops. maybe after one or two weeks when i feeling well-rested then i’ll try to keep on the b99 airing schedule. untill then, i’ll just post one gifset of b99 per week. 

also i might stop posting svu gifs, i know svu fandom compared to sw or b99 fandom is relatively less popular. and i spent a considerable time to make the sonny carisi gifs which i posted a few days ago. and it just kinda bummed me out that compared to my other gifset, it only got 100ish notes. this may sound that im not content or something like that, but just kinda makes me feel demotivate.

i hope everyone could understand this, thank you!

in the mean time, i’ll still be making tcw/tbb/rebels gifs like before. yes, this won’t change. star wars brings me joy and pain, i love it

[sarking]

L&O: SVU, eventual EO, S8-ish, G-rated in its current state. Anyone’s guess if there’ll be more. (There is more, but I’m holding it back.) I’m new here and piecing together 23 seasons of canon from gifs, fic, and out of sequence reruns. YOLO.

And now, straight from my Id to yours... 

Liv's lease is up in six weeks, and Elliot's spent the last four holed up in a hotel he can't afford, ducking out at work every time a realtor calls. He's seen two places this week -- a convertible one-bed in a luxury building downtown, out of his price range even before the conversion, and a two-bed a block away from a kidnapping they caught in Morningside Heights last spring -- and has just gotten a call for a third that's sure to be a bust.

He sighs and heaves himself onto his feet. "You should sign that," he says, pointing to Liv's inbox. The lease renewal has been sitting there for two weeks while she's hemmed and hawed about the lack of light, the parking, the rent increase. Her landlord's added a no-pets clause, and what if she wants a dog. (She'll never get a dog.) "Don't put yourself through this."

She rolls her eyes. "Where's this one?"

He shrugs into his coat. It's raining out, a light, steady rain that's been dragging the city down all week. "Clinton." He straightens his collar, tugs a sleeve into place. "Used to be they called it Hell's Kitchen."

Liv smirks, twists a little in her seat. "Yeah, but this way they can jack up the rent."

"You know it." He taps his fingers against the edge of his desk. "Want me to grab something on my way back?"

She wrinkles her nose, wiggles a bit more. "Nah."

He waves her refusal off; she's been covering for him for weeks; he'll get her something good. "Aight, I'm out of here."

"Good luck," she calls after him.

-

He's late Friday morning, sent her a text way too early about checking out a place on the Lower East Side. The sun is shining for the first time in days, but he still drags in with a face like a stormcloud.

"No good?" She tilts her head, puts on a sympathetic pout. She's going to wear out this reaction if his search goes on much longer.

"Oh, I dunno," he says. "Depends how you feel about perfection. Two bedrooms, lots of light, remodeled bathroom, eat-in kitchen... God, the kitchen." He clenches his fist, bangs it idly against the desk.

Liv laughs a little, part confusion, part fond amusement. Elliot Stabler, talking about light and an eat-in kitchen. He's always been domestic. "So what's the problem?"

"What else? The rent." He tilts his head back. "The Goldman-Sachs building, sure, that was over budget, but it was never gonna happen anyway. But this one..."

"How bad?" she asks. She'd gone with him to see the Goldman place. It had been modern, over-priced, and tiny, and would've needed a fifteen hundred dollar wall just to meet Elliot's basic requirement of having two bedrooms, but the realtor had kept talking about amenities like a couple exercise bikes made up for squeezing himself and his kids into closet-sized rooms. It had been a terrific reminder of how much she hated apartment hunting, and she'd almost gone back to the office and signed her lease renewal.

"Six hundred a month."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, there's no way. Couple hundred over I could maybe swing, but that's... I'd need to win the Powerball."

"Get a second job."

"Find a roommate."

It hangs there. It hangs there, in the air over their desks, just long enough that she knows what's going to happen before he even--

"Did you, uh... did you renew your lease yet?"

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. She's shaking her head, rolling her chair back a little from her desk in a subconscious attempt to put distance between herself and the very thought before she even starts to verbalize her answer. "Oh, Elliot, no. No. Just -- it'd never."

"Why not?"

"There's a million -- your kids. Dickie and Lizzie. It's only two bedrooms; where would they sleep?"

He shrugs, one-shouldered. "It's every other weekend. I could sleep on the couch. Parents have done it for decades. Probably centuries. Hell, you sleep on your couch and you don't even have a kid."

She winces. Thinks, for a second, about lashing out and then not talking to him for the rest of the day, but she'd rather end this ridiculous discussion once and for all with simple logic and economics. She doesn't want to wait for him to ask again, later, when he thinks her silent treatment has lasted long enough, and make the first thing she says to him be no. "So why not just get a one-bedroom, then? You could do the same thing, save some money."

He wheels his chair in, erasing the distance she'd put between them. Rests his forearms on his desk and looks straight at her with his big blue eyes. "You've gotta see this kitchen, Olivia. It's -- it's like having a house. We could have dinner at the table, all of us. Not pizza on the couch, staring at the TV and ignoring one another. Pancakes after Mass on Sunday. There's a church--"

"Elliot..." It's the first time since he and Kathy split that she's heard him talk like this, like he's thinking about building a life, not just maintaining an existence. She wants to be happy for him, but he's putting the weight of it on her, and if she'd just signed the renewal for her dark little apartment, they wouldn't be having this conversation.

"Look," he says, "just... just come see the place with me tomorrow morning. You don't like it, you don't think it's better than your place, that's fine. No hard feelings. But Liv, you gotta see this kitchen."

She exhales noisily -- a laugh or a sigh, she doesn't know -- as she forces a smile. "All right. I'll come see the kitchen." It's strange that when she says it, the smile stops feeling forced.

The tags to this fic are gonna be like

this is my love letter to New York

also to being roommates with your best friend

but you can read it too I guess

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