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littleeyesofpallas · 11 months

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So there is a certain character type that I cannot for the life of me pin down a word for... It's yakuza adjacent, but often not explicitly part of the actual gangs. a kind of shady businessman, but not the overly clean and corporate type. sort of a scammer or a conartist or grifter, but not as small time as that sort of makes it sound? I want to say it's a look associated with loan sharks, but I can't quite substantiate that.... I swear it's a thing you see in the context of Japanese crime fiction all the time, especially set in the 80s or 90s, yet I can't really point to any characters that really fit the bill off the top of my head, as they're almost always background characters. Somehow the only one I can think to pinpoint is that one random villain-of-the-week in Kill la Kill?

The persona itself actually has a shocking amount in common with, like, the classic American used car dealer, especially on the east coast either around the New York/New Jersey tristate or down in like Miami, usually with a hefty bit of Italian or Jewish racism mixed in... The style though, the gold chains, the tacky superficial try-hard glitz and the pushy rough around the edges attitude, very self-made and informally educated businessman, surprisingly successful but still not really a "big" success, and just like this Japanese counterpart I'm thinking of, almost always technically in business with local organized crime without ever being "part of the family."

Like it's such a cliche that it's literally cartoonish, and it's funny how almost perfectly beat for beat the US and Japanese counterparts mirror eachother, except that the Japanese character type, as far as I can recall, isn't associated with used car dealerships,

anyway point is... That's what Marechiyo and his dad are supposed to look like. That and a bit of yakuza/delinquent in the case of his dad when he was younger. Notably his dad straight up has a punch perm in the present day, which was The quintessential yakuza look in the 80s. And his younger version seems to also have a perm but also a regent style pompadour that's a little more youthful delinquent aligned than outright criminal, and again a look that has become so cliche as to become cartoonish to the point of being a costume you can buy in a store.

Although whatever the hell Marechiyo has going on in the new hell arc, i cannot identify.

But it's interesting that it's a different kind of yakuza look than what Iba has going on. His dark shades, the tight perm, the laborer's bellywarmer, his zanpakutou being a tanto sticking out of it, the overall posture with the one shoulder out of his kimono, even that his sword is alternatively either a Yakuza style tanto tucked into a chest wrap, or a seemingly normal katana but without a crossguard is to evoke the classic yakuza image of using a shirasaya --a plain white wood sheathe with matching handle and no crossguard or wrap-- rather than a more traditional katana. And of course his dog-like loyalty to Komamura are all iconic stoic Yakuza romanticism. The hardboiled, honor-bound, manly-man ideal of the folklore-like reputation of the yakuza. The thing you'd see in countless old movies or pulp thriller style seinen manga, sometimes even published by yakuza family magazines themselves.

His mother also plays into this, even in her barely existent appearance in the MASKED databook, as she's a pretty distinct play into a very particular matronly character type, generally typifying either a proprietress of a traditional inn, a powerful samurai family matron, or a yakuza boss's wife --all kind of loosely overlapping and all drawing from traditional roles of a head of manor or estate.

I dunno where i was going with any of this. But between these character types and Kensei's biker gang thing, I think it's funny how much of Soul Society's classically japanese vibe is just organized crime. Even the general population of unnamed background shinigami lean into a very modern thuggish aesthetic

Also i don't know what to make of the idea that the Shihouin have endorsed the Omaeda family like this over the years, especially when they're role among the royale houses seems to be to safeguard various treasures and relics. Between that and apparently being at least two generations of heads of a division of the secret police, it's hard to imagine the Omaeda were just independently wealthy unrelated to all that.

#bleach #bleach meta #marechiyo omaeda #tetsuzaemon iba

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tropes-and-tales · 2 years

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Take You Home

December 3: Shopping/Snow - Undercover (Horacio Carrillo x F!reader)

(From the winter prompts by the lovely @youvebeenlivingfictional, found here)

CW: Convoluted plot; barely any snow (sorry); slightly angsty; talk of past sexy-times; nothing explicit but 18+ anyway to be safe, I dunno, I’m not the MPAA.

Word Count: 1670

AN: There is a sequel, found here!

AN2: Requested by anon!

It was his idea, so he can’t complain about it now: send two DEA agents undercover to help route out a key distributor linking Escobar to the United States. Cut off the demand, Carrillo thinks, and disrupt the system a bit.

It was his idea, so he has to bite his tongue. One of the DEA agents, a man named Perez, is based out of Miami, unknown to him but vouched for by Murphy. Solid, used to UC work. The second agent, though?

Well, the world of the narcos turns the same as any other rich and powerful sphere, so Perez is paired up with you. You’re young and you can pass for the trophy girlfriend of an ambitious and ruthless dealer who wants to set up a route into the eastern seaboard of the United States. Besides, you’ve been stationed in Colombia for a year now, and you can help while you play out the fantasy of being vapid eye-candy.

It was Colonel Carrillo’s idea, this UC ploy, so he has to swallow down the sick fear that bubbles in his guy when you leave to meet up with Perez.

Carrillo can’t even talk to Javi or Steve about it. His thing with you—undefined, casual—is also unacknowledged, a secret thing. When you wave goodbye to them and leave without a backwards glance, Carrillo has to keep his expression stony to keep up the ploy.

Waiting for you and Perez to make contact and ingratiate yourselves with one of Escobar’s lieutenant…it’s the longest three months of Carrillo’s life.

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The next time he sees you, he almost doesn’t recognize you.

Three months with no contact beyond the handful of words from your handler, and Carrillo is practically climbing the walls with worry. But when he finally catches sight of you through the window of the surveillance outpost, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It’s you polished to a high shine: designer dress hugging your curves, designer shoes adding height to you and pushing your ass into a perfect heart shape. Hair and makeup perfectly done as you climb out of the hired car and gather up an armful of glossy shopping bags from the designer boutiques of Buenos Aires.

Carrillo knows he should like you like this. Isn’t this the fantasy, a beautiful woman whose only job is to look perfect, an ornament to adorn the arm of her rich and powerful man?

But he doesn’t like it. There’s something brittle about your beauty like this, something inelastic and ugly under the slick veneer.

Maybe it’s because he’s seen you as the opposite: grimy and sweaty from running across Medellín with your gun drawn.

Maybe it’s because he’s had you as the opposite: not salon-perfect hair but your ponytail gripped in his fist, damp with sweat. No manicured nails but your ragged, gnawed down nails biting into the meat of his shoulders. No expensive perfume but just the scent of you, smoky and bitter gunpowder, the fruity gum you chew, the clean smell of your soap.

It’s only a glimpse of you now. You carry your shopping bags into the rented penthouse where you and Perez are staying, and then you are out of sight.

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The bust is planned: a week later in the Chilean Andes at a ski resort that is playing at being a sort of South American Aspen. It’s full of expats and LATAM people alike, the same because they have too much money to know what to do with. For some, like who you and Perez are playing at being, it’s ill-gotten money. Blood money.

Carrillo greases the skids with the Chilean government, works with their local force to help secure the villa where you and Perez are staying. Where Escobar’s lieutenant, the one they call El Toro, is meeting you to finalize plans for a new distribution network.

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He knows the DEA gives out awards for bravery, for excellence in the field, but Carrillo thinks they should hand one out for acting—because you fucking nail your role in the third act.

When they bust into the villa, you shriek. You clasp your hands over your ears at the yelling, at the sudden noise. You reach for Perez (a gesture that makes Carrillo’s jealousy flare up, questioning if you’ve grown too close to your UC partner in these months), and when Murphy points his gun at you, you start to cry.

Carrillo’s never seen you cry before. He’s seen you teared up and close to it—bleary-eyed from exhaustion, tears threatening after a civilian gets caught up in the war with the narcos. But never full-on crying, and it makes his protective hackles go up. He fights the urge to go to you. He has to keep up the façade.

“I don’t understand!” you cry at the Spanish flying around you. “What’s happening?”

“You’re under arrest, that’s what’s happening,” Javi helpfully tells you in English, and the fresh torrent of wails is so pitch perfect, so natural that you could win the Oscar if you took your talents to Hollywood.

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It’s a long night: they lead the men away first, including Perez. You make a final swan song by calling out to your pretend-boyfriend, telling him you love him. The Chileans take the low level thugs to for their own processing—it was the deal Carrillo cut with them, a boost to their own fight against the narcos, a bit of good publicity to their ongoing success.

El Toro is put on a plane back to Colombia. Perez is put on a plane back to Colombia too, in theory, though he’s really on his way to States for his debriefing and his return to his normal life.

Javi cuffs you to keep of the charade as the men are filed out of the room, and you slump against the couch as you watch them. Your makeup is ruined from your histrionics—sooty black mascara runs down your cheeks, and your coral-colored lipstick is smeared at one corner of your lips. Still, Carrillo can barely get enough of the sight of you. He catches you out of his peripherals, tries not to openly stare and only half-succeeds.

It’s Javi that helps you up off the couch. Still cuffed, still playing along in case anyone is lingering outside and catches a glimpse of the would-be narcos’s girlfriend, he hoists you up by gripping your upper arm. He starts to frog-march you out of the villa, but Carrillo steps in finally. Unable to let another moment pass without touching you, he gives Javi a terse nod and takes your other arm in his. He leads you out of the room and to the waiting Jeep.

There’s a handful of voyeurs, workers and guests alike standing in the parameter. Watching. Some may be taking notes. So Carrillo shoves you forward lightly, mutters sorry from behind his clenched teeth as you stumble in your heels in the crust of snow and cry out—which pulls some jeers and taunts from the assembled crowd, so at least it’s a good show.

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He gets you into the backseat and gets down the side of the mountain. Neither of you talk beyond his own low-voiced murmur, asking if you’re okay, and you whispering back that yeah, you are fine.

There’s chatter on the radio, and he keeps his ears tuned into the talk as everyone is sorted out to where they belong: Javi and Steve on the plane with El Toro, Perez on his way back home. And you with Carrillo.

He keeps his eyes on the road only half of the time. When he’s on a straightaway, he glances at you in the rearview mirror. You have your head back against the seat, eyes shut. You look exhausted, but he knows you aren’t sleeping. Your face still holds its usual tension that only disappears when you’re asleep.

Once off the mountain, he pulls off onto the side of the road. He scans the area—there’s no one around. The handful of buildings at the base of the mountain are dark, quiet. He climbs out of the driver’s seat and opens your door.

Your eyes are open now, and you fix him with an unreadable expression. He shrugs out of his jacket and lays it over your shoulders, and when you lean forward to let him, you press your forehead against his chest for the briefest of seconds.

He reaches out and cups your face between his hands. It’s more tender than any touch he’s ever given you before; your coupling always had a rough, fervent edge to it. Pulled hair, scratches, bruises the size of his fingertips mottling your hips and waist.

“Are you okay?” he asks again, and he peers into your eyes to see if you lie to him. See if you pull on your tough-girl act and joke away any pain or fear or discomfort.

Three months away from everything familiar. Three months on edge, waiting to be discovered. Waiting for a bullet to end your life, but you know the narcos all too well—it’s never just a bullet.

“I’m tired,” you whisper back to him and he can see the truth in your words. And he can see the larger truth too: the tears that fill your eyes, how you try to blink them away before they fall in earnest.

“I’ve got you,” he replies, and he does. He pulls you into an awkward hug, gently presses your face back against him. He can feel your hitching breaths, how you’re trying to hide your crying, but he rubs your back. Tells you it’s fine, to let it out. Tells you that you’re safe again.

“Let me take you home,” he says, and that’s what makes you finally break. You shudder against him and start to sob, and he only holds you on the side of a dark road in the Andes and promises that you’re finally safe with him.

#colonel Carrillo #colonel horacio carrillo #colonel carrillo x reader #colonel carrillo imagine #colonel horacio carrillo x reader #horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo imagine #horacio carrillo x reader #narcos #tropes-and-tales #winter prompts 2022

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awaterfalls · 4 months

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Tim Gutterson

"Miami to The Holler"

Summary: Lia Martines transferred shortly after Raylan Givens from Miami to the Lexington U.S. Marshall courthouse only to be met with disdain from Tim Gutterson. After an undercover stakeout to catch a drug transport went south, feelings come to a head.

A/N: OC Intro: Lia Martines, Tim GuttersonX!FemaleUSMarshall, She/Her Pronouns, Angst, Enemies to Lovers.

• Hey guys! This is my first time ever posting something I write here. I hope you guys like it!! I want to thank my amazing, incredible, espetacular friend, Nat @she-wolf09231982.. thank you for helping me with these! ❤️

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How can I begin to explain the situation I find myself in? Well, I'll from the beginning. Before becoming a U.S. Marshall, I always thought it would be easy. Just like in the movies. You shoot people and make arrests. But it's totally different. I was a U.S. Marshall for the Miami department when I met Raylan Givens. He already had a reputation, but even a bigger one after he had his showdown with the big drug king, Tommy Bucks, shooting him down for not leaving the city like he had asked him.

Our superiors arranged for Raylan to be transferred away from high profile Miami to Eastern Lexington, Kentucky. I soon followed in his footsteps looking for a quieter life in the country. I transferred to Harlan, Kentucky and it was terrifying. Being a newbie in a place you know is bad enough, imagine being in a place you don't know... It was a nightmare. It was bad in some parts, in fact, but one person made the environment worse. Tim Gutterson is my partner at work. Basically, we're assigned to do everything together. All the missions... everything. In addition to Tim, I also have Rachel and Raylan, but Tim was the most annoying.

Since I arrived here, he has always picked flights with me and done everything to show that he didn't like me. And because of this, every time we had a mission together, Art would lecture us saying he would destroy us if we messed up and how much it would ruin our careers. I never thought this day would come, but it did. Art had gone over the details of our next undercover stakeout.

" Martines and Gutterson, you are going to stay at the hotel where the supposed drug dealers are lying in wait. Lucky for you, they're not very smart and probably don't know that we're after them. But it's still important that you be cautious and avoid any kind of confusion, ok? You guys know how important this is to us, so don't screw it up."

That's what Art told us before we were sent to this hotel. Basically, Tim and I were to pretend to be a couple and staying at the hotel where the suspected drug dealers were, so that we can collect as much evidence as possible and arrest them. It's something quite easy. After all, it's just a few days away from Harlan, watching two people. Easy... That's what I thought.

Tim and I arrived at the hotel on a Monday and settled in as best we could. We arrived the day of the mission, so we had to be quick.

"Are you ready? We don't all day." Tim said looking at me irritated while letting out a bored sigh.

" Are you that excited to be my husband?" I said smiling and he rolled his eyes.

"The day I get excited about doing anything with you, you can be sure that I was abducted... I'll wait for you in the car." He said, leaving without giving me the chance to respond.

He's an idiot. I wonder what I did to make him hate me so much. I met him in the car and we were soon on our way to where we believed a drug deal was going down. The journey was long and tedious. He didn't say anything and neither did I... It was irritating me.

"So what were you doing before all this?" I asked breaking the silence.

I've always been curious about him. I always asked about the lives of everyone around me. And I've also always been an open book to everyone. When I met Tim that all changed. Because of our relationship we never spoke, but something about him always intrigued me. People talked about him and what he did before, but I wanted to hear it from him. He looked at me sideways but didn't respond. It seems like he was thinking about whether or not to respond. His face had an expression of doubt mixed with anger. I don't know how to explain what I felt when I saw him like that.

" What does this have to do with what we're doing now?" He snapped before continuing. " Why are you so interested in knowing? All this time you've been here, the only thing you've done is insult me and now you're interested in my past? And let's be honest, right? As if you didn't know, I'm sure Rachel or Raylan told you about me. Please, let's stop pretending we care about each other. I want to do the work and go home, be at peace and not hear your annoying voice." Ok, that one hurt.

It was always like this with him. Every time I tried to talk to him or try to clear the air, he always verbally attacked me. He didn't give me a chance to get close to him.

"Why did I always react like this, Tim?" You thought to yourself before spoke up. " Every time I try to get closer to you, you always push me away. There's always something bad to say. I never did anything to make you treat me this way. I don't know anything about your life. I have nothing against you. But for some reason you seem to hate me. I don't understand. Why do you treat me like this? What did I do wrong? People around us speak very highly of you, they say you're a great guy. But you prove me wrong every day. The question I asked wasn't intended to provoke you, but you're right, I did already know what you did or what you were before here, but I wanted to hear from you. Because I like you. I know that despite everything, you are a good man. But I'm tired of proving myself every day to someone who doesn't care about me. I'm sorry for bothering you so much and I promise I will never talk to you about non-work topics again." You finalized. It really was very tiring. I always tried really hard to get closer to him, but he never let me. It's tiring to fight over something you don't know for what or why.

We continued the journey in silence. Everyone in their own thoughts. At least the landscape was beautiful. This is a beautiful place, the nature around everything leaves me at peace. I was taken out of my thoughts by an abrupt bang. A car just hit us from behind, causing us to be projected forward sharply. We didn't have time to think, as the passengers in the other car started shooting at us. Tim and I did what we could to defend ourselves taking ducking inside our vehicle. There were so many of them firing that I didn't even know where they were coming from anymore. As we returned the fire, we managed to hit one of them, because we had heard a scream as their car came to a screeching halt. As we cautiously approached their car, they opened fire again. Tim pulled me back behind our car to take cover. The fire fight didn't last very long, as they left when they saw that we were outnumbered. We definitely got one of them right.

Tim looked at me with concern.

"Are you okay? Your forehead is bleeding." I hadn't noticed. The adrenaline was so much that I went blind. It was probably when we were thrown sharply at the time of the crash. I remember hitting my head somewhere, but I couldn't quite see where.

"Oh, I'm fine." You said touching your forehead where it hurt. " It's no big deal. We need to let Art know they found us. We can leave it like this. " I said taking my cell phone when Tim snatched it out of my hand.

" Are you crazy? You're hurt and the only thing you care about is this shitty mission? We're going to the hospital. The work can wait and I'm sure Art can too." He said pulling me into the car.

The ride to the hospital was quiet. Tim didn't say a word to me, but I could tell he was worried. Obviously, it wasn't about me, it was about the mission and probably what Art was going to tell us. I was too, because ruining everything wasn't in the plans, but life isn't always the way we want it to be. We arrived at the hospital and while I was waiting to be seen, Tim went to call the office and explain what happened. The nurse called me and immediately started cleaning my wound. I had forgotten how much it hurt. It wasn't anything serious, but I had to get two stitches on my forehead. Another scar for the collection. Yay!

When we left the hospital, Tim informed me that Art was already aware of what had happened and that he was going to send us back up the next morning and that we were to stay at the hotel and wait for them. We got back to the room and I went straight to take a shower. Tim seemed weird, more than usual. It was as if he was bothered by something beyond himself. I don't know how to explain. But I won't dare to ask, the last time I asked him something, I almost got shot. I got out of the shower and left the bathroom, Tim wasn't in the room. I could've waited for him or even called, but I couldn't stay awake for long so I went straight to bed. I needed to lie down and rest. My head was hurting so much and these thoughts never left me alone. What do you need to do to have a little peace? To die? Perhaps yes. But it wasn't my time yet. I fell asleep like a rock.

Around down, I woke up scared. I had a nightmare.

"Damn it! I hate these kinds of dreams. I don't have any peace even when I sleep. " I thought to myself. I turned to the side and found Tim sleeping.

"Okay... He's sleeping with me... In the same bed as me... Wtf? It's the end of the world." I thought. I couldn't help but notice how serene he was. His mouth forming a pout, it looked like a baby. The messy hair... He's beautiful. Asleep and awake. "Stop staring at me and go back to sleep." Tim mumbled at me. It scared the shit out of me. How does he know I was looking at him if he had his eyes closed?

" How do you know I'm staring at you?" he smiled. A beautiful smile, I must say. " I know everything you do, Lia. " It was the first time he called me by my name. And it sounded so beautiful in his voice.

" Okay... You're weird! And I wasn't looking at you, I was just checking to see if you were breathing, that's all. " I said, trying not to seem so obvious, even though I had the impression that he already realized how stupid I was looking at him. And once again he smiled. What possessed him to keep smiling like that?

"Lia, you don't fool me. I know everything you do. I know what you like and don't like. I know how much you love chewing gum because it helps you stay calm throughout the day. I know you like to tease Raylan that the coffee he buys is horrible, even though it's from the same place that Rachel and I buy it. I know you twitch your lip when something bothers you. I know you wear the same leather boots to work because they bring you luck. I know the place you love most in the world is your home and yes, that's cliché. " He paused to take a breath before continuing. "But that's okay, I'm not judging. I know you. I've noticed you since the day you set foot in that office. It felt like an angel entering hell. I couldn't take my eyes off you, but I had to contain myself because I didn't want you to notice. Damn Lia, I always paid attention to you. The moment I understood that I like you, that I was in love with you, I panicked. What would a woman like you want with a guy like me? I thought you weren't a woman for me, because I always thought you deserved better than this... But today... Lia, today I almost had a heart attack. I thought I was going to lose you... I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. This makes me see how much time I wasted leaving you out of my life. Lia, I want to apologize for treating you so badly all this time. I was in a state of denial and the only way I found to keep you away from me was to treat you the way I did. I thought you would realize how stupid I am and leave me alone, but you always came back and I somehow, always came back to you. My thoughts most of the time, are you. Damn, I really hope you can forgive me. I really do." He explained.

Okay... He threw all this at me and I don't know what to say. I'm confused. This entire time I thought he hated me... But he actually likes me? My gosh! This is a lot for me.

"Tim, I don't know what to say... I'm confused. I mean, you like me? I really don't know what to say. And of course I forgive you. And I care about you too. I like you. I'm just puzzled because I always thought you hated me. Never in my life would I think of you telling me those things." I said as he looked at me relieved.

We stared at each other for a few seconds until he pulled me towards him and hugged me. It was a sincere and totally affectionate hug. It felt like home. I felt comfortable in his touch. He smells so good... Like heaven. A smell I could easily get used to. We held each other all night and I never felt so good. Tim wouldn't let me go, not even to go to the bathroom. He said he didn't want to waste any time with me ever again. And to be honest, neither do I. I can't wait to tell Rachel this.

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Guys!!!! It's a very long one shot... I really hope you guys like it! Also, English is not my first language so please be nice, ok? Thank you!! ❤️

#tim gutterson x reader #tim gutterson #justified #jacob pitts #raylan givens

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thereismoretomylifethenice · 1 year

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I’ve had Miami Vice on the brain again, and I’ve finally decided to articulate how the pilot of this 1980s cop show perfectly illustrates WHY Hans betrayal in Frozen just does not work as a story-telling component. Bear with me. There will be spoilers (obviously) for Brother’s Keeper and Frozen. I’m going to make a guess that the Venn diagram between Vice fans and Frozen fans does not have a huge overlap, so a brief summary of the former. The pilot of Miami Vice focuses on two cops, Detective Sonny Crockett, a Vice detective in Miami, and Detective Ricardo Tubbs from Brooklyn, who are separately tracking the same mysterious cartel lord. Crockett wants to bust him because he’s in Miami fueling the drug wars, and Tubbs wants to get him because he orchestrated the murder of Tubbs’s older brother in New York. Hence a partnership is born. (as of August 2023, the whole show is free on Tubi if you want to track it down). A DEA agent named Scotty Wheeler wanders in and out of the pilot. Wheeler is Crockett’s former partner, before he went to work for the Federal government, and his wife and kids are still very good friends with Crockett’s estranged wife and son. Wheeler is also selling information to the drug lord, in return for cash. By the time Crockett learns that Wheeler is the department leak, he has already spent six months on the case, his latest partner was murdered in a car bombing meant for a drug dealer who went rogue from the cartel, the informant he has been working on for a long time gets murdered before he can talk, and Crockett’s professional world and case is on thin, thin ice. (The chaos in his personal life is Crockett’s own doing). When Crockett learns the truth, he goes to confront his friend. I’ve linked the scene for anyone who wants to see it, but let’s just say that it is one of the best ‘betrayal’ scenes I’ve ever watched. No real spoilers for this part because it’s bloody brilliant. Mind you, this all develops over the course of a roughly 100-minute pilot episode which is about the same as Frozen’s running time. It also highlights the main reason why Hans’s betrayal, thematically, flops beyond the *gasp* moment it provides for first time viewers. In fact, Wheeler’s betrayal gets more and more brutal every time a person watches the pilot, while the Hans one just kind of goes flat after a viewing or two. The key word here is investment. Wheeler is not an active player in much of the pilot. He’s there, doing his job, and he’s clearly friends with Sonny, and the other guys in the Vice department. These relationships are the key. We’re told that Wheeler and Crockett have known each other about ten years, that they were partners, and that Wheeler took a bullet for Crockett at some point. The casual camaraderie between them is what sells it though, and digs the knife in deeper. The first time we meet Wheeler, he’s at Crockett’s house with his family, helping Crockett’s estranged wife throw a birthday party for Billy Crockett… a party that Crockett misses because he is dealing with the car bombing that killed his partner.

Throughout the episode, the two guys joke about old times, make bets on the Miami Dolphins games, and share an easy-going friendship that has already stood a lot of trials. Then, when Crockett confronts Wheeler, he cannot help bringing up all the Christmases and Thanksgivings they have shared, and the family dinners where they brought their wives and kids to each other’s houses. They were friends, and Crockett trusted Wheeler implicitly. When Crockett learns the truth, he hates his friend for what he did. In contrast, there is no history between the Arendelle sisters, and Hans. That is perfectly fine for the kind of story Disney is telling… until you realize that they intend to use this theme of the sisters being angry at Hans as a reoccurring note throughout the shorts and the sequel that occurs three years after the event of the original. When you look at it bluntly, the relationship supporting this reaction involved a cumulative… twelve hours of interaction between Hans and either sister? If that? Anna ran into him before the coronation, and they spent part of the evening together. Then she runs off to find Elsa. Elsa meets him at the party, freaks out, freezes everything, and runs off… then meets him briefly in her ice palace and again in the dungeon. She’s probably only spent an hour with the dude while Anna spent a few hours tops. Elsa being mad at him for almost killing her sister and her is understandable, as is booting his butt back to his own country. Still vehemently loathing this guy three years later, to the point she won’t even look at a random snow sculpture of him, but destroys it instantly is… a bit excessive. What he did was horrible… but to be that angry three years later at a guy she has barely even spoken too indicates that Elsa has some extreme grudge holding powers that really seems to be a lot in the grand scheme of things. She spent a handful of minutes with this guy… and has then spent multiple years loathing him. That kind of seems like Hans is winning the mind games here when he really shouldn’t be. If they had given Hans some kind of backstory with the sisters, this reaction would make more sense. If he had been their friend before everything went sour, then sure. If he had been Anna’s pen pal while she was locked up in the castle, and then he betrayed her, a bit of loathing would be justified. If he had had any kind of actual, real relationship with the sisters that would give some weight to his betrayal, besides just the shock value, maintaining this story thread would make sense. With what they give us though, it just looks bizarrely obsessive on Elsa’s part, and grudges are a good look for no one. (It’s also what happens when a lot of writers are using a fictional character as a stand-in for high school dating drama that they’re still upset about, instead of crafting a character who has a place and purpose in the overall story-telling arc… but that’s beside the point.) (For kicks and grins, here's the scene that follows the betrayal scene. Probably the most iconic use of Phil Collin's In the Air Tonight EVER.

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My last post for Miami Vice Day will be a self-indulgent AU from a monster (me) who wanted more h/c and angst from the Burnett arc.

What if instead of recognizing (somewhat) and chasing Tubbs from the lighthouse at the beginning of Redemption in Blood Part 2, Burnett says Tubbs' name and then handcuffs him to the stair railing? What if Burnett plans on coming back later after getting rid of his men, to find out just who Tubbs is and why he remembers him?

Here's a bit of that angst:

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Okay, Cooper." Sonny tossed the key to the handcuffs. "Get up, we're goin' for a walk."

Cooper caught it in his free hand, expression unreadable. He looked from Sonny to the gun pointed at him, seeming to understand that he wasn't going to escape. To some extent, Burnett admired the cool calm with which the man unchained himself from the stair railing, rubbing his wrist as he stood.

"All right. Walk." Burnett kept his distance, taking no chances.

Handcuffs in one hand and key in the other, the cop walked. Sonny stayed behind him, following till they were out of the lighthouse. Cooper paused after exiting, turning to look back with a slightly furrowed brow. "You came alone."

"I didn't need to bring anyone else." Burnett said. "Get on the ground - face down. Drop the key."

Cooper knelt slowly, setting the key down beside him, "Did you come to kill me?"

"On the ground." Sonny repeated. "Hands behind your back."

"This isn't typical dealer behavior, ya'know?" Cooper said as he complied. "You gonna execute me? Throw me into the ocean? Or do you remember?"

Sonny didn't respond verbally, but dug his knee into the other man's back when he used the handcuffs to restrain him, pocketing the key again.

Now he stood up and back, gun pointing again. "You and I are gonna have a chat, cop. Get up." Cooper - with some difficulty - pushed himself to his knees, then stood up. Burnett strapped his gun away, putting a hand on Cooper's back to shove him towards the car.

"What are we gonna chat about?" Cooper asked, sounding almost confrontational, or even accusing. "The explosion? The killings? The fact that you've been missing for six months?"

Burnett opened the passenger door, shoving the cop in before leaning down - inches from his face. "I'm gonna be askin' the questions, pal." He closed the door, cutting off whatever response the man might have given.

When he opened the driver's side to get in, Cooper's expression had changed, looking melancholic rather than belligerent. "You really don't remember me."

"Just your real name, Ricardo Tubbs." Sonny started the car. "But you're gonna tell me what I'm missin'. You're gonna tell me who you are."

There was a long silence as he pulled out, driving away from the lighthouse, but not towards home. Finally, Cooper said, "Rico."

"What?" Sonny glanced over, but the man was looking forward, face expressionless again.

"You always called me Rico."

Burnett wasn't sure he wanted to respond to that, but he had questions that he needed answered. Questions whose answers might change his whole life. "Were we close?"

"Yeah." Cooper breathed. "You could say that."

"I was a cop." He hadn't said it out loud since the memories had started stirring, and the words tasted like acid on his tongue.

"And what are you now?" Cooper asked.

The question cut straight to the heart of Sonny's problem, and he pulled the car to an abrupt stop, looking straight at the other man. This man who haunted his dreams along with a dozen other phantoms from his past - nameless and forgotten.

But this man was no phantom. Not anymore.

"I'm not here to play games, Cooper." The words came out in a rushed growl, but Cooper didn't flinch. Cliff might have flinched. Celeste would have flinched. Burnett almost never lost his temper - not like this - so what was it about this man that made him so angry?

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And there's you go! I hope you all had a fantastic Miami Vice Day, and now I'll be done spamming posts, lol.

It's 11:54pm here, and I'm cuttin' it close. So that's all, folks!

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Opening this weekend:

Bad Boys: Ride or Die--Walking out of the theater after this fourth film in the Miami cop franchise, I was reminded by a friend that the original was released in 1995. Strange as it may seem, Bad Boys is almost thirty years old.

My first reaction was envy at how well the stars, Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, appear to have aged. These can no longer properly be called bad boys; as a title, something more like Grumpy Old Men seems more in order at this point. Yet neither actor looks ridiculous going through their action paces.

But it also strikes me that, to have lasted anywhere near this long, these movies must have meant something to audiences. Using the most routine, generic, by-the-numbers car chase and explosion formula, these four flicks, spaced out over decades, have kept people coming back to theaters.

The reason, of course, is the bickering. Directed by the Belgian filmmaking team of Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah, Ride or Die opens with Mike Lowrey (Smith) and Marcus Burnett (Lawrence) kvetching at each other on their way Mike's wedding. There's a vague attempt to flip the script (by Chris Bremner and Will Beall) by giving Marcus a health scare which turns him into the daredevil of the duo and Mike into the worrywart. But the result is basically the same, with our heroes squabbling like an old married couple as they attempt to redeem the reputation of their late boss Captain Howard (Joe Pantoliano).

The Captain (who appears, via some visions and prerecorded cautionary messages) has been posthumously framed by drug dealers, led by a quite hissable Eric Dane. Jacob Scipio returns from the third film--over which Ride or Die felt to me like an improvement--as Mike's hunky convict son Armando.

In what appears to be a sheepish, pre-emptive wink at the audience, Smith gets slapped at one point in Ride or Die. Still, even with that almost fourth-wall gag, it wasn't until near the end, when an enormous albino alligator threatens Marcus, that it occurred to me what the Bad Boys flicks have come to resemble in tone: the Bob Hope-Bing Crosby Road pictures. But that series of seven goofy, easygoing movies started in 1940 and ended in 1962. So for longevity, Bad Boys already has it beat.

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Do you see a timeline on Auston and Megan? They probably won’t last

Idk. I get the vibes she won’t leave him. I heard her ex l, the car dealer (RD I think) used to cheat on her a lot and she never left, likely enjoyed the perks of being with someone in his position. If she wouldn’t leave him for cheating, she won’t leave Auston if/when he cheats (assuming he hasn’t already).

Auston would have to be the one that walks away, and with her being in Miami it provides him some freedom and she is quiet/ low drama which fits with his lifestyle.

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peter gadiot & he/him / cis man ‷ watch out , gael salazar has crash-landed into roswell !! they look thirty-five years old and celebrate their birthday on august 24th. they are from mexico city, reside in tripp’s trailer park and are currently working as dealer & ranch hand @ puhlman ranch. one thing you should know about them is he suffers from severe ptsd after a near-death experience ‷

tw : death, drugs, overdose, car accident, blood, violence.

full name. gael tomás cortez salazar parents. hector & emilia cortez salazar siblings. open ( younger half sister ) age. thirty five zodiac. leo gender & pronouns. cis man, he / him sexual orientation. pansexual, panromantic relationship status. single occupation. dealer & ranch hand personality traits. protective, reliable, sharp-witted, determined. volatile, melancholic, skeptical, temperamental.

about gael.

GAEL was born as a result of an affair between an important businessman and some random woman in the early 90′s. It was Hector’s greatest desire to have someone to pass his legacy onto, have an heir that’d carry on all his conquests, and despite being a married man, his wife was never able to give him children. Until Gael’s mother came around and fulfilled that dream of his.

Hector offered the woman the world for the boy, knowing well that a nobody like her would never be able to provide Hector the life he deserved. As the son of Hector Cortez Salazar, he was fit to be a king. But the young woman didn’t want to give up on her precious baby, she was willing to fight for him. Still, Salazar was a much more powerful man and he would usually always get what he wanted. It wasn’t much different when it came down to his son. Before Gael was even a year old, his mother had a fatal overdose that resulted in her death. She didn’t have any history of drug abuse nor any marks on her body that could indicate previous usage but her death was ruled as nothing but an accidental overdose. She was a nobody after all, right? After that, Gael was raised by Hector and his wife.

Growing up, he had everything. He was spoiled rotten by his parents and they’d always find ways to clean up after him whenever he’d start wreaking havoc. Still, his actual relationship with them was never good. The rumors about how he was brought into the world were all he’d hear about as a child and it got stuck to him, made him feel less, made him feel worthless, nothing but the bastard son of a drug addict. It only worsened when his younger sister came around, the legitimate daughter of Hector Salazar, and the family relocated from Mexico City to Miami. But it was never about her, Gael loved his little sister more than anyone in the world. She was his best friend and even with their distance nowadays, there’s still absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

AS HE GREW OLDER and despite the fact he was his father’s favorite to take over his “throne”, Gael became more and more disconnected from his family and started to walk into a very dangerous path of destruction at the age of twenty. He made some friends, not the good kind of friends, and they sucked him into their violent games. That’s when he found himself going down a road you can’t come back from. And that path only became more insane as he delved into it until he was snatched right out by his father, knowing that if something like that would leak to the public eye, the Salazar reputation would be over. But Gael didn’t care, he didn’t give a shit about that. But he did care about his sister and if something were to threaten her safety, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

So he retracted, went back home, even started working in his father’s company as a way to please him after his shenanigans in somewhere in the middle of Texas. And things were good for a while, peaceful even, which was something Gael just wasn’t used to. But that was just the calm before the storm, before his life took an unexpected turn that he hadn’t been able to fix since. He thought he had his shit together, he had a great career, he was fucking happy for once, but his world came crashing down on him when he received an anonymous letter saying that his biological mother’s death wasn’t an accident, that she wasn’t some junkie like he had thought all his life, it was all planned by Hector Salazar himself. Gael still doesn’t know where the letter came from but all the proof he needed in order to believe what it said was there, including very vivid pictures of the woman’s dead body.

ALL THE PENT UP anger he harbored for his father over the years came out all at once and he marched up towards his house looking for answers. All it took was one look at the older man to know that it was all true. Needless to say, Gael didn’t talk to his father after that.

Two years passed and he found himself falling back into his older days of feeling destructive. He completely ruined his life, his career, throwing everything he fought for out the window just like that. His whole life had been a complete lie, anyways. Feeling hurt and hopeless, Gael returned to Texas like a lost puppy, trying to find a new direction in his life but instead only drowning himself in different ways to numb out the pain. He completely lost his sense of reality during that time and it was the worst he’d ever felt. At least, for a while.

Somewhere in between that, the powerful Hector Salazar was involved in a car accident and passed away from the injuries caused. His will stated that his son, Gael, would be named the new CEO of his company but it was clear that he didn’t want anything to do with that anymore and passed it on to his sister. Such action was looked down by all of those who were familiar with the Salazar’s and for a time, they saw Gael’s refusal as an insult to everything his father had previously done for him. Rumors even stated that Gael, the black sheep, had caused Hector’s death but nobody ever bought that soap opera bullshit.

HE EVENTUALLY was able to get back on his feet and walk on his own again, finding solace in the gang he now called a family. The life he lived wasn’t the one he pictured for himself but at least it had been his choice, he was the one in control now. And in the midst of that, just as he found a meaning to his miserable life again, he would get caught smack dab in the middle of a shower of bullets. A decade’s old fight between gangs finally lead to the confrontation that almost left Gael for dead, clinging to an open wound while he bled out onto the burning hot concrete of Texas.

A bitter end to a bitter life.

And yet, somehow, he was able to make it out again. That wake up call was all he needed to know that life he was leading wasn’t going to last and, as someone who’s always been extremely pessimistic, he took it as a sign that he needed to change. Turns out, he didn’t want to die. Not like that.

HE LEFT TEXAS for good a while after that. Still connected with the gang but not fully present when they need him, though they do understand the reasons behind him wanting to leave—he’ll always be forever in debt with them for taking him in when he needed it the most but he couldn’t stay. A trailer in Roswell became his refuge and almost a year later since that, he’s finding it easier to let go of the life he knew before. A scar marks his right shoulder as a reminder of what he’s been through and he’s haunted by the countless sleepless nights due to his nightmares that will never let him forget, but he’s somehow more free than he’s ever been. Little by little, he’s getting closer to finally living the life he wants to live, no longer needing to be in constant survival mode anymore.

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the-firebird69 · 27 days

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Is when where they rent one but they'd have to go to an event and it's too much money it really is they charged like $300 for half a day or more and it's ridiculous and you have to have insurance it's kind of about the window but some companies might do it because they're small and new and it's not really going to happen and our son says it this is a waste of money unless there's a real reason to do it like I win a contest somewhere and there's another one

-winning a contest to driving around and people do that to try and advertise their car

-there are several more ways to do it but they want to try it you'll find out they're competing very hard with each other and over which car but there's no competition because the empire would want that particular frame in that particular kit if you want to call it that it's kind of built like a kid but it has metal panels since we should do it anyways

-there's a few other ones is like a scenic tour you can take the car up and back and they do that along those beach houses his mom and him went on and Ken drove up part of it with him and they pay you to do it sometimes usually they ask you for somebody but in this case they might try and pay him

-there's a company that rents people out to do stuff but you have to kind of report taxes and not always but and they might have him do that to drive it somewhere

-there's a few more reasons expensive cars catch a lot of attention to get it exposure no matter who's driving it is what you want to do they would pass the criminal background test their address would check out as permanent and Ken is there at his place and doesn't have a choice and they don't do nefarious stuff at all and they he would want to expose it to his people it goes back to having him do stuff with it but really there's a way to do it and it's kind of like a back room deal so it's kind of illicit a little but he's be a dealer of cars and so it's not it's just him trying to promote it as a car he's selling and he'll say it that way and our son will probably think Trump is making it and they used to but not anymore but that's what happens and he'll say I'm selling it and they'll get a munch or trumpsters in the financial district in Miami

So our son says oh Magoo and says you've done it again really fast because the car is fast and he and Ken would be Mr Magoo and Mr Magoo. And I mean something to us somewhere listening they wanted to happen and that's the way to do it it's not a background deal it's a dealer and there's a lot of excitement they think they're going to show up with the car but our son and Ken think it's too early but there's going to be other things there for people to look at maybe even a souped-up VW golf and now they're kind of laughing it says that one's trouble this is Emily stuff and the edge of Tomorrow an ISS and a whole bunch of weird things Matthew sweat Mr crowley. Some people getting sick and Lily in the street carnival but yeah we probably won't see too many of those. Now that he mentions it though.

-there are a couple more ways that are legitimate the company that produces them thekit car company would be promoting it by having an A car show and they'll be looking at it and sitting it in and they ask if they like it and say that's awesome and stuff cuz they would and they said how much do you think it cost and they say a lot of money and they said would you like to test drive it and our son would say probably not have a good license but no insurance right now and Ken would say I don't have a license but I don't have a driving record and he'd say well you both win or something and we'll come back and say why don't you come back and we have a job for you or something or why don't you driving around the parking lot and it's an automatic yeah I think we changed but most super cars are standard shift yeah he's changed it but her son knows how to drive it and Ken does too but Ken would be lousy. They want to see if he would do something stupid really they think that and it's true he might do something stupid and he says it he would drive it where they said that's the handling a little not too much that's the brakes and rev It up a little bit and it looked like he knows what he's doing and Tommy F says that's kind of weird I got a little angry and he says why would you do that I said if you got Mrs Daisy to drive and it says oh yeah and said if you get in a pinch you have to move and it's real and he says it's actually real and he's done it before with the exact same chassis. Several times here with these assholes they're horrendous he remembers it too there's a few times that he thought wow he's going to get in trouble and their people bothering him on purpose cutting in front and he zooms out of the way hits the brakes they go flying by few of them almost got an accident shortly after and it was it was really awful and inside it was too much and Ken was in the car a few times and said these people are actually insane and just falling right on the bumper I mean just crazy s*** so tell me if says yeah I sort of get it and he wants to hear what it sounds like give it a two or three good pumps with the clutch in with a neutral and it makes that worrying noise so the guys :-) this is probably fun and it's going to be cool. There's a couple other ways.

-the car is at the show and Trump would have brought it and that's hypothetical we don't think he'll make it there we don't think they'll get it here for Friday but other things will be there but say they get it here that day or next month and he's going to check so it's an excuse to go and he'd say it's not your car never was won't be cuz he's an a****** and her son's been riding around in it for a few years and he'll walk by Trump and go no black guy will bring me money and nobody knows that he's in one and he started to shit his pants. And for real he feels like s******* his pants and people trying to make fun of him but yeah he'd probably shoot his pants. One of his goals is to get the car and have mike goodhue as a passenger he's one of the guys who wants to take it away from his father and Mike says I'm the one driving and our son says I don't think that that was really a good idea the first time somebody survived somehow we survived. He says yeah it's probably true he had a lot of fun but it was very dangerous and we didn't like what it was going on there's a few other things and he says this you know we're in the car I'm hanging out the window or driving around without Ron you're not trying to kidnap me he started laughing and laughing and he almost tickled him again and things are going to be different today

There's a few more ways most of them are illicit one of them is you can rent the car and pay later which is not right the other is you can test drive it think you're going to buy it the question is who would be selling it and have you used car lot and he usually doesn't want to do that cuz he's not serious and they're pain in the ass.

Another thing that might happen there's a somebody to have a problem and need him to drive them somewhere to the hospital it's suspicious but these guys are old crap so they look real weak and they really are they might actually even happen but that would just be him driving it and it would be a little bit lame so there's a couple of things though if you're on the highway and you need someone to drive your car back usually there's a service and a sunlight even sign up for one because usually they pay cash but he's not going to seek it out and driving because you're trying to take his car. This one is real interesting to me.

-it has to do with John remillard and his a****** attitude and his other car if he has the Volkswagen golf he's going to get this monstrosity would have to be a reason and there's no good reason even with the cage it's a little safer but it is extremely provocative and that would be a reason to get it would be to provoke a reaction about foreigners not being here and these guys trumpsters and others don't want it and the max say they do but they don't really so watch out for this

-the ownership of the vehicle was by that company know it was designed by him and built them that was Trump this car is not really owned by him it is owned by Tommy f no he didn't really have anything to do with the coyote x and Terry cheeseman did not have much to do with it it's really Dan AKA Dave but he hired his dad to help him design it. So there is a reason for saying it the reason is that one of the characters was a friend of our son and he might leave something to him like that and my goodhue new famous people and famous bands and was playing with them on occasion and was making real money and he was saying it too and Ron faldeetta knows. It's not the funeral for A Friend song it might be and Ron knows he's having trouble with him it kind of get along a little but I can't hang out because they get into the fight but stupid s*** Ron would be called to call our son you'd have to go to New England is not true California maybe not and he would probably not be dead permanently. So BG is laughing and we should tell you why is our son is saying and the Ghost of Mike goodhue and showing him his translucent and cite the song Tom joad and people are laughing and saying could you shut up Mike exactly like he used to as a ghost so our son is tickling him with his ghost powers and he's laughing and I'm telling you why I think this guy would probably hand it to him but not that this time so that might be happening and he might leave it to him because he would say I know you having a hard time and don't have transportation and I don't need it anymore and rock on that kind of stuff and our son would probably say I'll send the residuals to you where you're going which is probably part of hell but at least you'll get the dough and he would say this and that's right so Ronald is laughing cuz it's stupid but he's been showing up and he can't find it he's showing up as Ron Felder and he can't find it and Tony F wants to pretend he's him after killing him and might have this kind of plan to try and keep someone dead unfortunately for Tommy f he can come back as a different character but our son gets along with my good you but you know people come back from that sometimes like Uncle rosair and that's Mac Daddy and Aunt Rose got hit him out so he's thinking he can sit on it and it's not fun for them but this is what's happening okay and we are going to go for a bike ride to the store and back probably but this last one sounds like it might be real

Thor Freya

It makes sense it would be a while and 6 months is probably a little liberal is probably more like 7 or 8 months for car like that and I do it with Ronald be Rudy first

Tommy f

So help me God if you do that stupid s*** again he did it with the Kia and he tried to attack you saying he was me

Trump

Okay so you get it

Dan

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