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I cannot tell you how validating it is to watch a character get so angry (the extent of his anger and how he manages is certainly unhealthy, but stick with me) about the injustice of gendered violence. I so desperately wanted someone to feel outraged about the things that had happened to me, but no one ever did. They just brushed it aside and told me not to talk about it. This visual representation was so important to me.

I know I already said this last week, but these last two pages synthesise a bigger conversation that I have had about my feelings about Law and Order: SVU. I made a (free) zine about why this show means so much to me which is available on my gumroad (along with a bunch of other free zines).

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[sebbystanohman]

Sebastian Stan Character Playlists Part One

Here are Sebastian Stan's character playlists:

(Yes, there are two different, yet similar Max Playlists)

To Be Continued...

[raurquiz]

#HappyBirthday @DanaiGurira #danaigurira #actress #okoye #blackpanther #infintywar #avengersendgame #whatif #wakandaforever #michonne #thewalkingdead #TheOnesWhoLive #lawandorder #ghosttown #MySoultoTake #treme #lietome #lifeonmars #thevisitor #3backyards #TinkerBellandtheLegendoftheneverbeast

[jasonstiff]

Instead of calling it The Acolyte...

They should have called it:

Law and Jedi Order

DUN DUN

#TheAcoylte #Acolyte #LawAndOrder #LawAndJediOrder #Jedi #StarWars

[ivxliwh]

Law and order if you are ther you are bitchass cunt asshat meanies and I'm gonna six hundred stirke you when I fing you >:(

(@euclittle-guy)

ro dozh, qylpu.

[slightlynexttonormal]

[sadiqssolitude]

#RobinTunney #Teresa #TheMentalist #TeresaLisbon #EncinoMan #Classof96 #LawandOrder #DreamOn #LifeGoesOn #EmpireRecords #TheCraft #NiagaraNiagara #VeronicaDonovan #PrisonBreak #actress #portrait #pencildrawing

Full vid: https://youtu.be/pBIr9soz8y8 Shorts: https://youtu.be/OUhCpYOefkA

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theotherwoman.

𝜗𝜚 Ch. 3: Trial by Fire

𝜗𝜚 Series Masterlist

𝜗𝜚 Fandom: L&O SVU // Pairing: Elliot Stabler x OC

𝜗𝜚 "She was running from her past. He was still tied to his own. Neither of them expected their lives to become entwined."

𝜗𝜚 WC: 1268

𝜗𝜚 I merely own Sylvia Conway and her backstory, as well as any other OCs that may be mentioned throughout this story. All other rights and reserves go to Wolf Entertainment, Universal Television, and NBC.

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As they stepped into the elevator, Sylvia finally broke the silence.

"So," she said, glancing up at the man. "You and Benson were partners for, what, twelve years?"

Elliot nodded. "Yeah, something like that."

She studied him for a second. "So why the change?"

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, she thought he wouldn't answer. But then he let out a sharp exhale through his nose before simply stating, "Things got complicated."

She could tell that was all that he planned on saying on the matter.

Fair enough. She had her things she didn't want to talk about.

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out embracing the crisp morning air.

"I guess we'll find out soon enough if this partnership works," she said as they made their way towards the brown squad car.

She approached the passenger side, beginning to outstretch her arm towards the door, before stopping her motion as she saw her partner's hand replace hers, now grasping onto the handle.

Elliot glanced at her, an unreadable expression showing on his face. "Yeah," he paused for a beat, opening the car door. "I guess we will."

Sylvia debated her response before simply opting with a simple, "Thank you." as she ducked her head, entering the car. Elliot shut the door after ensuring that she was in the car properly, before walking around to the driver's side of the car.

The silence between Sylvia and Elliot was thick, save for the occasional sound of traffic. He drove like he did everything else — focused, intense, and only slightly reckless.

"So, are you always this quiet?" she questioned, glancing at him from the passenger seat.

Elliot didn't take his eyes off the road. "I talk when there's something worth saying."

She huffed a quiet laugh. "Noted."

A few more beats of silence passed before one of them broke the silence again — only this time it was Elliot. "Fin says you worked narcotics."

She nodded. "Yeah, three years. Mostly undercover."

He shot her a glance, that same unreadable expression flickering across his face. "Dangerous work."

"So is this."

"Yeah." His grip on the steering wheel tightened. "But it's different."

She knew what he meant. In narcotics, everything was black and white — dealers, addicts, confidential informants. SVU cases were messier, the victims more fragile, and the lines more difficult to draw.

Before she could respond, Elliot pulled the car to a sharp stop in front of a brownstone, where a uniformed officer was waiting.

"Victim's inside," the officer informed as the partners approached him. "Young woman, early twenties. Assault."

She felt her stomach tighten. Assault cases always hit a nerve, but this one — just from the description — was already setting off alarms in her mind.

She followed Elliot up the stairs, pushing back the gnawing unease creeping up her spine. This was her job now. Her past had no place here — Plus, this wasn't the worst case she's been handed. At least, that's what she kept telling herself as she and Elliot entered the victim's apartment.

The apartment was dimly lit, the scent of of stale beer linger alonging with something else — something sickeningly luminous and metallic — Blood. The cheap carpet had already begun soaking up the bodily fluid, staining it in a deep maroon. A now broken lamp had been carelessly tossed in front of the couch. Shattered glass had covered the now ruined carpet, evidently the result of the impact the formerly intact glass picture frames made when hurled to the ground. A dent concaved into the wall that Sylvia could only assume the frames toppled from. The dent — Sylvia had noticed — appeared to be an outline of a head that had managed to make contact with the drywall.

And then there was her.

The victim, Esme Morton, sat curled up upon the edge of the couch cushions, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Dark bruises bloomed across her jawline, creeping down her neck, the trail only stopping as the outline of the collar of her shirt hid the rest away. The blood from her split lip continued to dribble down her neck, staining the once porcelain-shaded white button-down. She flinched as Sylvia moved to crouch in front of her.

"I'm Detective Conway," Sylvia informed the woman, managing to keep her voice low. "This is my partner Detective Stabler." She said motioning to the man.

Elliot joined her, crouching down beside her, voice softer than she expected. "Can you tell us what happened?"

Esme hesitated, eyes darting between the two. Seeing this, Sylvia added, "We're here to help, in any way that we can."

The woman's eyes returned to her lap. "Yeah, that's what they said last time."

Sylvia swallowed. She knew this part all too well — the part where the victim didn't believe that anyone could help her, that leaving wasn't an option, and that no matter what happened, he would always find a way to reel her back in.

"I know that it doesn't feel like it," Sylvia began, "but you don't have to go through this alone."

Elliot, who had risen to his feet earlier, stood behind her with his arms crossed, allowing her to take the lead. She could feel her eyes on her, watching — not just Esme, but her too.

Esme hesitated before letting out a shaky exhale. Then, finally, she whispered, "It was my boyfriend."

"He... came home drunk. I told him that I was leaving, and he..." She paused, gesturing vaguely to the bruises. "He just... lost it."

Sylvia felt something tighten in her chest as a chill ran down her spine. Elliot asked something else, but she barely heard it. Because suddenly, she wasn't in that apartment — she was somewhere else, years ago, sitting in the same position as that woman, saying those same words.

It's not the same. It's not the same. It's not the same.

Except it was. It was exactly the same.

Esme's voice was the same voice Sylvia had used years ago when she was the one making excuses, when she was the one convincing herself that it wasn't that bad — That she could handle it, that the next time wouldn't be worse. Or even — and this was the part that she found the most laughable — that there wouldn't be a next time. But there always was — And it was always worse.

It wasn't until Elliot's voice cut through the fog that she snapped back. "Esme, we can arrest him. We can get you somewhere safe."

Esme shook her head rapidly. "No! You don't get it. He knows where I go, who I talk to, He has friends everywhere, cops. He always finds out."

Sylvia's blood ran cold.

Cops.

She exhaled, attempting to push her thoughts away as she forced her voice to stay steady. "Esme, we can still protect you."

Esme let out a flat laugh. "Yeah, like the last time?"

Her response is met with silence.

Sylvia's fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palm in the form of crescent-shaped indents.

Elliot's the first one to speak up, his voice firm but patient. "Esme, listen to me, I know you're scared. But you are not alone. We will make sure he doesn't hurt you again."

Esme, finally looking up from her lap, now focusing her eyes on his face, almost studying it. For what Sylvia is unsure. Maybe for a promise. Maybe for genuine honesty.

Finally, she gives a small nod. "Okay."

Elliot returns her nod, before briefly exiting the room to find the officer they had talked to earlier, requesting that he accompany Esme out to their squad car until the partners return to it.

When he reentered the room, he noticed that Sylvia had remained in the same position that he had left her in.

"Hey," he said lowly, studying her with those sharp blue eyes. "You good?"

She forced a nod. "Yeah. I'm fine."

But the way Elliot kept looking at her told her he wasn't convinced.

And that terrified her more than anything.

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Christopher 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

April 2,1961

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

2 Aprile 1961

[audreythompson1]

When ever I hear this little gremlins voice…I question whether his balls have dropped… I digress… This little Fucktard has built the most corrupt DOJ, created Lawfare, Perjured himself before Congress and has empowered corrupt lawyers and judges to persecute Trump! Should we bring up the Hunter Laptop or the Russian Collusion Hoax?? Election interference you treasonous traitor! Go Fuck Yourself Garland! FKH

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Eternal John Munch 🕊🖤

[khalemchurstcomics]

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Get ready to hear some feelings about Law and Order: SVU. It has been a comfort show for me for years, even though it is total copaganda.

I only talk about it for two pages here, but I actually go into this at length in a free zine I have up on my gumroad store for digital download. Feel free to check it out (a bunch of other zines are free downloads there too).

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[maggie32432]

Rafael Barba Imagine - Wrong Place Wrong Time (Part 4)

 You are a detective for NYPD’s SVU under lieutenant Olivia Benson. In Season 17 Episode 10 you are abducted as a hostage with Olivia and Rafael is outside the scene. 

Kailyn falls into Rafael, hardly able to stand on her own at this point. The paramedics try to get to her, but she shoves them off as Rafael holds her tighter than ever before. One of his arms is around her shoulders and the other is against the back of her head. "I've got you, I've got you," He repeats as he helps her back toward the van.

"Rafa," She mumbles against his clothes.

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"You're staying with me tonight," He says and I just nod, glancing around his apartment, though feeling incredibly numb throughout my entire body. "I-" That's when I feel myself crumble for the first time since it all happened. Tears run from my eyes as Rafa holds me close to him, helping me to sit down on the bed. "Why were you at the scene? You're normally just needed after," I joke, though my voice incredibly small and weak, and he smiles, wiping the tears from my cheeks but then looks away, "I knew you were in there. I couldn't not be there," He says and my heart softens.

"H-he had the gun against my head the entire time," "I know," he says, voice as soft as butter at this point, "All I could think of was that I would never have gotten to tell you how I feel...I have wasted so much time being afraid of my own feelings," I whisper and he looks at me, now his eyes softening too.

"Well now we have all the time in the world. You wanna use the bathroom to wash your hair?" He says and I smile, for a lawyer he sure is not direct right now. "Yes," "I'll run you a bath," he says, kissing my temple before walking into the bathroom as I take off my jacket and kick off my shoes. I hear him come back into the room and even the sound of his footsteps made my heart skip a beat. "Breathe, you're safe now," He says, coming back to me and I feel my heart racing now, but for a different reason. He takes my hand and I feel my body shaking again as he leads me into the bathroom.

I walk into his large bathroom and see the tub filling up with bubbles and warm water. My body feels weak. Weaker than I care to admit as I feel Rafa behind me. "Would like me to wait outside?" He asks breath against my shoulder, but I shake my head, "Stay," "Te cuidaré" he whispers as I hesitantly pull my top off. I did not think that the first time Rafael would see me naked is him helping me wash blood out of my hair. I pull the rest of my clothes off before stepping into the warm water, still not quite feeling like myself.

The water surrounds my skin as I sit down, wasting no time to curl into a ball. Rafael sits beside the tub, ready to wash my hair and be careful to not touch my stitches. I glance up at him to see him staring at me with a more loving look than I've ever seen before. "I wish he didn't die. I wanted him to suffer the consequences," I mumble against my knee and Rafa nods, "I know, I'm sorry," He says and I just continue to look down at the water.

His hands massage my head and I lay back contently, now feeling slightly more comfortable to show my breasts. The water quickly turns pink, but Rafa never stops. After letting me sit for a while, he helps me out of the tub, letting me borrow some of his clothes.

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Rafael holds her as she stumbles from the tub. The towel is wrapped around her body loosely, but even for the experienced ADA it's hard to watch her in such a rough shape. The stitches in her forehead ache as she looks more exhausted than he thought possible. After having a gun held to anyone's head for hours that entails therapy and a psychologist note in order to go back to work, but he's sure that Kailyn knows all of that.

"Come to bed, cariño," he says as he helps her lay in his sheets. "Rafa, why have we spent all those nights going over notes in my apartment when you live in a place like this?" she asks, eyes already closed against the pillow, He chuckles to himself, "I'll go to the guest room," "No!" she exclaims, eyes opening and perking up as she grabs his hand. He realizes through this how traumatized she really is, "Okay, okay. I'll stay," He whispers and she nods, body relaxing back against the mattress.

Barba's phone buzzes with a text from Carisi, Sonny: How's McCann doin? Have you talked to her? Barba: She's fine. Staying with me for a while. Sonny: Take good care of our girl for us

Rafa turns his phone off to look back at Kailyn. "I was thinking the same thing today," "Hm?" She asks as he crawls into bed on the other side, laying beside her. "I thought that-well, if I lost you then I never-I never would've been able to tell you," He says, "Tell me?" She asks, now opening her beautiful blue eyes, "Te amo," He whispers and her eyes widen, "I love you," she whispers back, putting her hand on the side of his face.

His eyes close at her touch, "I thought I was going to lose you today," "I'm here," His eyes shut as he holds back the tears he didn't know where coming.

[raurquiz]

#remembering #chadwickboseman #actor #tchala #captainamerica #civilwar #blackpanther #infinitywar #avengersendgame #whatif #21bridges #marshall #messagefromtheking #godsofegypt #fringe #justified #csiny #lawandorder #GetonUp #Da5Bloods #MaRaineysBlackBottom

[ivxliwh]

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