#lawandorder

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Dylan Bostick

[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...

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#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.

[undergroundusa]

PODCAST SEGMENT 1: "This isn’t some victimless crime—it’s an assault on innocent people, all because a bunch of unhinged infantile radicals can’t handle reality. Passion doesn’t give you a free pass to destroy. Frustration doesn’t justify terrorism. These are grown adults choosing to break the law…"

READ & LISTEN NOW: https://www.undergroundusa.com/p/its-domestic-terrorism-plain-and

[ktofbvb]

Law and Order Season 1 Ep 1

Spoilers Ahead

I bought the first twenty seasons of Law and Order on DVD and decided to write little blurbs about them for myself to see how they evolved. Did I watch any of the original show before buying the box set? No, but I love collecting DVDs and thought it would be a cool addition to my collection. I did these a bit over breaks and on weekends, so they are not always done to the same extent as my other reviews. Some of the analyses are longer, and some are short. I'm in season 2 right now, but graduate school takes precedence as this is my last semester. I figured I would post them since I have them written out. I also skipped some episodes, so not every episode will be here.

Episode 1: Prescription for Death

North's analogy is odd since he came in drunk and didn't just run into a mugging. Max makes good points throughout the episode. Leon Vance's actor makes an early appearance and he has not aged a day, it's incredible.  The whole of the staff knowing and covering for the famous doctor who is drunk and has caused near patient deaths before is disheartening. Auster is an egomaniac and a drunk who deserves to be locked up. The standard drinking test used at DUIS to catch him drinking during his trial was phenomenal.  It's a memorable episode.  8/10

[captainmotheroliviabenson]

I have awoken from my slumber. Thank you 😴🫡 Was partying too hard. And was in a coma for a month. Jk. I miss Barba tho. Will I forever be single?! Sad face. Oops. Meant to put an emoji. I am speech texting. Noah showed me how. Okay. Siri stop-

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[decaffeinatedkingbeliever]

police

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#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