#rusty beck

[timesomewhere]

'repressed fathers and their adoptive lesbian daughters' this 'repressed fathers and their adoptive lesbian daughters' that. okay. but what do you know about repressed mothers and their adoptive gay sons

[themagicm]

After his graduation party, Rusty questions Sharon about why she never celebrates her birthday.

[ninjakittycomics]

Major Crimes (things that shoulda been)

OK.

I don’t know how to do a “under the cut” 

So, if you need to avoid a spoiler for Major Crimes (which finished in 2017 or 2018, I forget... time is really mussy in my head right now)

Theeeeeeeeeeeen.... take the title and these sentences as a cue to start scrolling away to avoid it :)  (i’ll also make sure to tag it as such)

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ON THAT NOTE, let’s roll.   Spudmeisterin and I were talking about the ending, and how bloody bad/lazy writing it was.   so here’s some points we came up with.

(i realize they wanted to be dramatic and surprising, but they missed the mark)  What would be more surprising, is if they allowed Sharon Raydor to retire happily.   (because killing women for people’s pain so they can finish the impossible task, as well as “close to retirement so must die” and also “i’m happy/just married so must die” tropes are just....so rife.  just soooo rife)

SO.

In my mind, she did.

She had the same heart thing (ouch)  cuz, let’s face it... life can do that.  Whether or not she needed the transplant or was put on a pacemaker and a severe restriction on her job choices/retirement choices, I’ll leave that up to you.

Either way, she’s out for that part of the season.  The rest of the team nails Stroh the cartoon villain serial killer. yada yada.

They come back to her hospital room after Stroh is shot.   Andy is there, as well as Provenza, Julio, Rusty, and Amy.

Sharon is like, “did you get him?” (meaning, did you catch the bastid etc)

Provenza does his little...kinda look down sheepish and is like, captain we had to shoot him.  I shot him.

And Andy chimes in like, “really, he totally did it”.

Which causes Sharon to do that all knowing, “Mmm.”

(she knows that Provenza didn’t do it, but she doesn’t care.  Stroh is done, everyone’s healthy/safe/accounted for.)

they do the usual happy banter, then the nurse is like, she’s still got a long road to recovery, everyone out, she needs rest.

Sharon Raydor retires Officially. (so does Andy)   They had some awful close calls, and they want to enjoy their worlds, and the time they have left.

That doesn’t mean that they don’t do occasional consulting (kinda like alexa crowe in “my life is murder”)

It should be noted that Provenza is unlikely to retire until he literally cannot anymore..  He’s absolutely running the Major Crimes unit.

Rusty becomes a proper DA (working with Hobbs, instead of just interning)

Sharon and Andy embarrass (cutely) the hell out of Rusty at his wedding.  (i can’t decide if he gets back together with Gus, or he finds someone else along his healing journey.  The writers really just flung their story all over the place)

anyhoo. it’s cute.  much goofy dancing.

Provenza gives Best man speech, and Rusty hides his face in his hands on the table.

(ooo.  the night before, part of the bachelor party, the gang goes axe throwing.  Julio and Amy clean up on the bets (but which one wins between them?)

Some times, Sharon, Andy, Rusty, his hubs, Provenza and Patrice, go to disneyland.  it’s a retiree thing/family thing.   They love the really freaking weird rides.  Patrice has a special hat made for Provenza saying “Louie”.  He grumbles at first, but accepts that He’s wearing it, because Patrice is wearing hers ^,^

He won’t go to Disneyworld though, because California is superior (or he’s a grump, it’s hard to say which)

and because it sounds about right to me, Sharon and Andy make it somewhere into their 80′s. 

If anyone else wants to add to some of the ridiculous antics, feel free.  And spuds, I think i forgot a point or two, feel free to add ^,^

[divinemissem13]

In case anyone was wondering what goes through my head on a 5 hour solo road trip, apparently it's stuff like this. 🤷‍♀️

Fritz had always been the one who wanted kids, and that’s what made this an especially cruel twist of fate now. It was also why Brenda knew that if her suspicions were correct, she was going to keep it. She was never made to be a mother. Too selfish, too callous, too emotionally stunted. The last time she thought she might be pregnant it turned out to be the harbinger of some major health issues and a part of her almost wished for that to be the case again. But then there was that (tiny, miniscule) part of her that wished she actually were pregnant this time because then she’d have a little piece of Fritzi to keep with her for the rest of her life. Although how she’d ever do this without him, she had no idea.

[oh-mydarling]

I was tagged by @madamairlock to post the last sentence I wrote and however many words there are, tag that many people.

“Rusty didn’t question it when his mother held him close the next morning, their usual goodbye lingering in the tight hug she enveloped him in, but seeing the look on her face, he decided he didn’t quite mind.”

This is way too long to tag enough people so I’ll tag @lavenderknivess @caitylove @ofhouseusher @kate04us @mimine666

[i-believe-in-melinda-may]

I’ve finished season 1 of Major Crimes and i’m really liking it. I think the Sharon and Rusty dynamic/relationship is my favorite part so far (other than just watching Mary McDonnell that is)

[campbellstruts]

Major Crimes Fanart 🥹🫶🏻

[little-firestar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Major Crimes (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rusty Beck & Sharon Raydor Characters: Rusty Beck, Louie Provenza, Wes Nolan, Sharon Raydor Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Sharon Raydor is alive Summary:

"Go to Presbyterian, Rusty," Provenza ordered him, gripping his shoulders in a firm hold, his voice low but sure. "And find your mother's doctor, and tell him Stroh is dead."

[amazonykamiaba]

Scrr...I skip all the scenes that this mf appears, I hate him. I just want to see crime solutions I don't care about your life problems lol

[knowthatiloveyou]

After 4 years of only kind of looking, I finally found the scene. Lol

Can anyone tell me which episode it is of Major Crimes that Rusty calls Sharon “mom” for the first time to impress that guy? And she’s like ????me????

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Mine For The Taking: Part 3

MobAU - Colter Stevens x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst, Violence and Mob related content, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug mentions, Probably a lot of inaccuracies and lack of proof reading sorrrryyyyyy

- Part 2 Here -

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18+ Only

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- 6 Years Earlier -




“I honestly can’t thank you enough.” You sighed in relief as you’d finally walked through the front door and unclipped Tank from his leash.




Tank ran off to his bed and began chewing on a toy, happy with his chaotic walk.




Colter smiled and let out a chuckle as he leaned against the open door frame, a gust of cool air wafting through the room, “There’s no way I was letting you get dragged home, at least not on your own.”




You grinned as you turned to face him, he looked much more handsome in the day light, his eyes practically glowing in the dim light of your homes entry way.




“Did you want to stay for a tea or coffee?” You blurred out, and you turned to busy yourself with some post on the side, suddenly shy and feeling hot under his stare. You had tried so hard to maintain eye contact, but his eyes bore so deep into yours you had to pull away for the fear he could read your very thoughts.




He rubbed the back of his head and smiled softly, “I would love to… but I have to be somewhere.”




You felt deflated, but forced a smile as you turned to face him and nodded, “No problem, thank you for saving me today.”




Colter smiled once more and turned to leave, and you let out a quiet sigh as you let your smile drop.




Suddenly he turned back around, and it almost startled you, and you forced yourself to straighten up from your defeated slump.




“Maybe… maybe another time though? I’d… like to maybe take you out to dinner.”




Your heart skipped a beat and you felt butterflies erupt inside you, your skin began to buzz, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from grinning like an idiot.




You pretended to consider it for a moment, and eventually nodded. “Okay. Yeah I’d like that.”




You had no idea that that would be the start of the absolutely whirlwind that was your relationship with Colter.




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- Present Day -




Since the incident at the bakery, you couldn’t get Joe to return your calls or texts. It had been a week and as you sat in your usual spot at in the warm, cosy shop surrounded by nothing but cheerful smiles of blissful patrons, you were filled with nothing but dread as the minutes ticked by, and you wondered if Joe would show.




Every stranger that walked through the door had your head whipping up in anticipation, only to let out a defeated sigh of disappointment when you realised it wasn’t Joe.




You’d finished your second anxious cup of coffee and were about to call it a day, but as you stood to leave you felt a soft tap on your shoulder.




You turned and grinned.




“Joe.” You sighed in relief at the sight of your friend, but this was quickly replaced with guilt as you noticed the two black eyes no doubt caused by his broken nose, as he pulled his sunglasses down.




You wanted to cry but instead clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your whimper, “I’m so sorry. I should have told you.” You whispered when you eventually managed to.




You reached a hand out to touch his arm sympathetically, but Joe pulled back as if you were trying to burn him with a hot iron.




Joe looked hesitantly at you, like he shouldn’t even be near you. You couldn’t help the hurt look on your face at first, but you quickly straightened up and reminded yourself it wasn’t his fault.




Joe sighed and shook his head sadly, “I… I just wanted to come and say goodbye in person.” He said, his eyes not quite reaching yours.




“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows creased together in confusion, “You’re not meant to finish your project until next June.”




Suddenly Joe made eye contact, but he looked angry. His bloodshot eyes felt almost accusatory. “They came to my apartment, Y/N. They kicked down my door. I should never have gotten involved with you. I never would have if I knew what I do now.”




You flinched, this revelation made you feel like you’d just been kicked in the chest, you felt so guilty but you also felt hurt.




“I… I’m sorry.” You struggled to say the words, you wanted to scream and sob at the same time. You were so angry at Colter, and so hurt by Joe. “But why did you come and say goodbye if all of that is true?”




Joe sighed, “Because I did get involved and I got attached. You’re the only friend I have here, I couldn’t go without saying goodbye, and God knows how much I’m risking just by being here.”




You nodded, you understood Colter had eyes everywhere, the last thing you wanted was Joe getting hurt again because of you.




Suddenly Joe pulled you into a hug, and you felt taken aback, startled almost.




“Thanks for being there for me these last few weeks, I really am gonna miss you. Maybe I’ll see you in another life.” He drawled, before letting go and swiftly leaving the bakery.




You stood there for a while in shock, unable to comprehend how Colter could do this to you.




If he really loved you as much as he claimed to, why was he doing this?




Suddenly you realised all the eyes in the room were on you and hushes voices gossiped about the commotion you always seemed to cause, heat pooled in your cheeks and anger began to bubble.




You snatched up your bag and stormed out of the bakery.




The entire drive had you replaying the incident with Colter in your head, and the look on poor Joe’s face, and you were just getting more and more angry.




You parked the car outside the all-too-familiar home that you called yours for over 5 years and sat behind the wheel for a moment. You tried to calm yourself, breathing through the tremors and gripping the steering wheel, but it was no use and the fury was now uncontrollable.




You got out of the car and stormed up the long, winding path to the front door of the manor, where your fist slammed angrily against the cold wood.




You could hear the echoes of your knocking on the inside, followed by footsteps against the hardwood floors you’d spent countless hours picking out years ago.




The door flew open and Colter stood, surprised, and shirtless in front of you. He was sweaty, panting, his hair wild, and you knew he’d been hitting his punching bag as he so often did when he was upset.




You scowled at him, how dare he be upset, he had no right.




You slammed both hands down on his bare chest as you pushed your way inside.




“How DARE you?!” You screamed, your hands now curled into fists against his broad chest.




Colters hands moved up to curl around your wrist, holding your hands in place. “What?” He asked, exasperated. This only pissed you off more.




You scoffed, “What? What? What do you mean, ‘what?’?!”




“I mean why are you so fucking pissed off?!” He raised his voice slightly to match yours.




“I’m beyond pissed off at this point, Colt! You had no fucking right to do that to Joe! This is MY life, my friend, do you have any idea how hard it is to make friends in a town that is terrified of you?” You were now gritting your teeth, Colter had never seen you like this before and a pang of guilt shot through him.


But he was not going to show it, “I don’t care, Y/N. He was after you, and you’re mine. I know for a fact you still love me, so don’t think for a second I’m gonna let anyone take you from me.” His voice was loud, stern, and he towered over you.




“Have you ever stopped to think that if you keep going the way you’re going I may eventually fall out of love with you, Colt?” You tried to pull your hands from his grip, and although he was gentle, your hands weren’t moving.




“No because I know you, Y/N, and I know our love. That isn’t something that just goes away, no matter how unhappy you are with what I do!” He shook your hands slightly with frustration, his eyes now pleading for you to admit what he knew to be true.




You took a small step back as you looked into his steely blue eyes, “You smug bastard. You really do think so highly of yourself.” You breathed out in exasperation.




“All you’re doing is delaying the inevitable, and I am fucking miserable without you. You and I both know you’re coming come at some point, please just save us both the pain and come home now.” His voice had softened considerably now, and he finally released your hands which fell limply to your side. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it yet. You had told yourself you would at least try to get over him.




“No… this time you don’t get what you want.” You said softly, deflated, the anger now simmering away to sadness.




You turned and walked out the door, wondering how you would ever get over this man who had an iron grip over you.




You got halfway down the drive when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and spin you around.




The next thing you knew, Colters arms were around your waist and his lips were planted on yours. You gasped softly, at the familiarity, but also how different it felt to all those times before.




You melted against him for a second, your hands resting on his still sweaty chest, and allowed yourself just a moment of bliss before you pushed away and shook your head.




“Just… leave me alone.”




Without looking back you walked to your car, got in and drove out of the estate you once called home.




As you drove you looked back in the rear view mirror, at Colter as he watched you leave.




Something deep inside you told you that you were making a huge mistake, but you were too stubborn to listen to it.




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- 6 Years Earlier -




You buzzed with anticipation and nerves as you finished getting ready for your date with Colter.




The weather was dreadful, and torrential rains uncommon for that time of year had flooded the cold, dark streets outside, but you were determined to make it to town for your date no matter what.




You smoothed out your brand new dress and checked yourself in the mirror for the 10th time.




You looked perfect, but you felt so nervous that you had to check again before you eventually made it to the front door.




You gave Tank a fuss as you left and were suddenly overcome with guilt for leaving him on his own for the first time, however this was luckily short lived as he happily curled up on the couch and went straight to sleep.




You sighed as you stepped out onto the front porch and opened your umbrella, your cab had just pulled up but the short distance between your home and the sidewalk was sure to drench you unless you had some sort of cover.




“Evening ma’am.” The older gentleman answered as you climbed in and shook off your umbrella before rolling it back up. “You off on a date?”




You smiled, “Yeah, is it that obvious?”




The gentleman smiled, “Not overly, but you do seem nervous.”




You made small talk all the way into town and paid the driver, getting your umbrella ready before you opened the door.




“Have a good night ma’am, you be safe now.” He said as you climbed out of the cab and back out into the bad weather.




You thanked the driver and walked down a side street towards the restaurant.




As you approached you noticed Colter standing outside. He wore a slightly unbuttoned white shirt and blue jeans, his short hair speckled with rain drops and obviously getting very wet without an umbrella as he waited for you, soggy flowers wilting under the pressure of the heavy droplets.




You laughed in surprise as you walked up to him. “What are you doing?” You gasped.




A huge grin spread across his face as he noticed you approaching him, “Waiting for you.”




As you got closer you noticed how his clean pressed white shirt stuck to him, his toned chest on display as the material turned translucent.




You pulled your eyes away, “Why didn’t you wait inside?” Your mouth slightly agape in shock. “You must be freezing!”




Colter, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the cold, and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “You look… incredibly beautiful.” He breathed, ignoring your question.




You felt yourself blush, but you needed to maintain your composure even though he made you feel like melting right in front of him. You stepped forward so that Colter was under the protection of your umbrella.




“Here, before you get completely drenched.” You smiled up at him. Too late, you realised, but you liked standing this close to him.




You tried not to actually touch him, teetering on the absolute outer edge of the umbrellas protection.




“Well… I don’t think we can go in there while you’re…damp.” you gestured at the fancy restaurant and then at Colter. “I think I know a place we can go and dry off for a while.”




Colter nodded and bit the inside of his cheek, “Lead the way.” He chuckled.




You lead Colter down another dark little side street and through a courtyard, where a soft cosy light lit up the cobblestone from a window that beckoned you, the smell of basil and tomatoes compelling you to follow. It was a tiny Italian restaurant that you had frequented over the years, nothing fancy but the food was some of the best you’d ever had.




You looked up at Colter to explain why you’d picked this place, but you were surprised to see that he was already staring longingly down at you. “What?” You asked in surprise.




Colter shook his head, and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, “Nothing, it’s just… every time I think I have you figured out, you go and do something that makes me realise I probably never will.”




“What do you mean?” You chuckled, shivering slightly under his touch.




“Most girls would insist on the fancy dinner, the nice restaurant, they wouldn’t adopt the biggest, bounciest dog from the shelter, or go out to a club they hated just to make their sister happy, they’d probably be put off that I didn’t think to bring an umbrella-“ you cut him off by grabbing his hand with your free one as you stood in front of the little restaurant.




“Let’s get one thing straight, if you’re going to date me you will realise pretty quickly that the only thing I give a damn about is whether or not you’re a good person, I don’t need fancy… I need real.”




Colter grinned and nodded, “So we’re dating then, huh?”




You rolled your eyes playfully, “Hmm… barely.” You joked.




He took your other hand and gently removed the umbrella from your grip, the heavy rain quickly drenching you as you gasped at the feeling and began to laugh. Colter threw the umbrella onto the cobblestone, and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you into him.




“What are you doing?” You asked, your heart thudding violently against your rib cage.




“I’m making us even.” He gestured with a nod to your wet hair.




You breathed out a nervous laugh as Colter bent down and pressed his lips against yours, and you felt like the air was sucked from your lungs.




His lips were gentle, but the kiss was purposeful and eager. His hand came up to cup your jaw and you sighed into him, giving yourself into the feeling.




Eventually you pulled away, the raindrops trickling down your back causing you to shiver.




Colter smiled adoringly down at you, “How about we get inside?”




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- Part 4 Here -

[yki-dolls]

Some characters from some games I like :)

The rusty lake games are genuinely my favourite game series ever, and I preordered the harvey plush :3

[Speedpaint]

Commissions open

[featurefllm]

@gateway31 liked for a starter!

feet are kicked up on the coffee table without a care. using the remote, he flips through the available selections across the available streaming services at his disposal.

"consider this, if you will," he starts, the ' magician ' swirling his free hand around in the air to conjure... something — his own thoughts, most likely. "first, terminator 2 on netflix, then we swap to prime and watch a few episodes of fleabag, followed by going to cable tv and putting on jeopardy to see who gets more answers right." he pauses and looks at her, "that is, if you even have cable."

[agentsketchbook]

1975 was an eventful year indeed…

Posting about the wayback gang and how they had operated under Don/Gian’s thumb for so long before they both got killed in their own ways, Rosano took over and ended the gang, and so on and so forth.

[ahundredtimesover]

I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: 261.3k

Status: Complete

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko

A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!

And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕

Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home

Episode 1 (wc: 12k)

Episode 2 (wc: 11.9k)

Episode 3 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 4 (wc: 11.4k)

Episode 5 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 6 (wc: 14.6k)

Episode 7 (wc: 15.4k)

Episode 8 (wc: 17.4k)

Episode 9 (wc: 18.4k)

Episode 10 (wc: 20.6k)

Episode 11 (wc: 23.5k)

Episode 12 (wc: 24.7k)

Episode 13 (wc: 29k)

Episode 14 - End (wc: 32.8k)

Season 2 (??)

[thejax-reed]

"If you say so." Watching Beck react to every word he said was daunting, like anything could set her off at any second..but Jax was determined to understand the situation. She was a wolf - young one, judging by the little grasp she had on her emotions. It was something that you learnt to do, rather than something that you were born with, so if his assumption was right, she could've been biten and left all on her own to fend for herself ever since.

Reed's chest heaved with a soft sigh, eyebrows shooting up into a frown as she seemed to come up with questions. Good - that was good. It meant that he had some more time. As he registered what was said, the beta slid his phone into the back pocket of his worn out jeans and looked her in the eye. It was all very direct and ..he was not risking blurting the truth out loud. "What is your gut tellin' ya?"

Beck eyed the way he stood in her path cautiously, silently assessing the man before her. She recognises his concern, but she's not quick to yield any information. She also registers his scent - the scent she was coming to realise, or suspect, was related to the werewolves. Her panic quickens for a moment, following his every movement - he did not seem to be the savage, frightening picture she'd painted in her mind of the kind that had bitten her. But that didn't mean he wa safe.

"I'm fine." She repeats the words, a little more firmly this time. She's sure she probably looks like a rabbit before the headlights, but she doesn't care. All she cares about is getting out of this stupid city - it had been a mistake, returning here. She was foolish to have even considered it. She could be on a train by the morning - off to some distant, quiet town where nobody knew who she was.

Her attention is caught back to him by his questions. He's the owner. Her eyes widen momentarily, and before she stops herself to think, she blurts out, "What is this place? And... I don't mean that it's a pub. I mean... the people." She swallows, regretting her question almost instantly. It would only leave him to ask his own questions too, ones she knows she can't answer. Won't answer.