#minidodds

😭😭😭 the idea makes me unwell. any glimpses we get I— it makes me — I—

And speaking of body parts… @harttiklr made a gifset which shows that Jon does this thing across his characters where he puts his hand gently but firmly on a woman’s face when he kisses her and imo that’s the hottest thing ever.

https://www.tumblr.com/harttiklr/699543007061475328/im-going-to-make-you-mine-my-head-canon-just

Ooooh, my dear, don't I know it! His hands on his partners when he kisses them is one of my favorite things about his acting. Around the jaw or the neck, whenever he does it I'm losing my mind. And then you wonder why I have a hand/finger kink 🤭.

The news SVU posts says Peter Stone (the new ADA) will be an antagonist to Barba, but he's actually the good guy. He's pretty black and white, in the sense of "yup, the law was broken, I'm putting someone away."

@minidodds

Oh I didn’t mean he’ll be the bad guy, just that he’ll probably antagonize both Barba and the squad. The way I imagine it is, Stone will come in guns blazing, and suggest that Barba should be more black-and-white as well, as opposed to listening to the concerns of the squd (and Liv in particular). That’s what I view as “harsh,” something similar to very early Barba or even Cabot. Not gonna lie, I like that type of an ADA (Cutter is my idol), so I’m sort of looking forward to Stone’s appearance.

That said, I think that type of approach would probably not endear him to Sonny, who always looks for the nuance. That, or Sonny will become this new guy’s number 1 fan (which would be a fun twist, if the entire squad hates Stone and Sonny likes him). Then again, Sonny seems to be a fan of the somewhat more subtle Barba school of lawyering, and he’s even more empathetic/sensitive to the circumstances of a case.

A/N: What I think Barba’s secret should be. Be warned though it is angsty. 

Let me know what you think.

He popped what felt like the fiftieth Advil in an hour. He knew it wasn’t going to help but he tried anyway. He knew what he really needed, but he also knew he was never going to get it. 

He had needed to prove everyone wrong. Prove that he wasn’t just the scholarship kid from the Bronx. Prove to his father that he wasn’t a waste of space. He needed to do this for his mother, so she could one day take his disgusting father to court. He had needed to prove himself to every bodega owner and gang member in the Bronx. Just to show everyone that he wasn’t a fluke. 

It had been easy too. Some rich white boy stole them from his mother. The issue was that they worked. He was top of his class. He had clerkship lined up with a Supreme Court Judge, and was on track to graduate magna cum laude.

He knew if he wanted to he could get some now. There were always junkies in the tombs. This was New York after all, finding some kid jumped up on Ritalin wasn’t hard. Just a little blue pill to get him through the next case.

His phone cut his train of thought like a knife through butter on a hot summer’s day. 

“Yeah Liv.” 

“Some guy just hacked our entire system, every email phone conversations even our medical records.” Shit.

“Ok, how much do they know and what are we doing to fight it?”

His brain was racing. Competition at Harvard had been fierce, and had had a mock amicus brief due the next day and needed to power through. He didn’t even consider the risks, or he just hadn’t cared. When he had woken up in the doctors had told him he had had a grand mal seizure. 

All he could remember was that it had felt like he was trapped in his own body. Just him and excruciating pain. He had felt every pebble in the carpet as he had shook on his dorm room floor. He had been prepared for death, wishing for it all to be over. They had told him that he had been extremely lucky, that the psychical damage was minimal, and that he had suffered no brain damage. Years later when he had applied to the DA’s office he had put the bare minimum on his medical forms, but there was enough for someone to figure it out. 

“TARU is working on it, but they are already in the system.” She said bringing him back to the present. 

“Do you have any idea what they want to do with this information?”

“No idea. Our best guess is that they want to wreak havoc and then release it to the public, just to maximize the damage. It’s every dirty little secret the NYPD has.” and mine he thought bitterly. 

“I am not sure how I can help you.” He was grateful she called, but it made him feel useless.

“I just called to warn you, incase you get calls about that tie you were wearing last week.”

He knew she was trying to make him laugh but he didn’t feel like laughing. He couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t or wouldn’t take a single look of pity from her or anyone else. Just another junkie. He could see his entire career going up in flames. What had that amiguito said “we know a lot about you, things people would want to know.” This had been their in, they had their proof now. 

He could feel the anger rising in his chest. He had done everything to atone for his sins. He had gone into treatment right away, turned his life around, made amends. He went to NA every week. He had survived. 

“Yeah look I am going to call you back.” he said to Liv, a plan forming in the back of his head. It was a stupid reckless plan, but it was the only way out. The only way he could think of making this all go away.

If only he left the group a week or two prior!!!!

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Oh my dear, fictional or not, I don't think that any time that passes will ever make me less upset about how things went for Shane. I've written paragraphs upon paragraphs about it time and time before and will continue on doing so. Shane deserved better! Idc what people might say, and despite his mistakes and flaws, Shane was still the one who immediately realized how quickly you needed to adapt to this new world and didn't shy away from expressing it to save the people he was looking out for. He lost himself at the end, and while I'll never say that he was all innocent, Lori's mind games were the trigger for his behavior. Her setting Shane and Rick against each other, while also doing it with her son, was the worst thing for me (I hate that Carl was the one to shoot him). Their friendship was real. Shane was part of the family. And the little glimpses of this friendship, like after Carl was shot, made its end so much harder to stomach. They both cared for each other, they knew each other so well, and it wasn't just the apocalypse that ended it.

Yes, Shane should have left like he'd planned, and I will forever hate Lori for tossing him away like he was disposable, only to beg him to stay. And for what?

One day I will write this Sharick (Rane? What's their ship name? Idk 😅) fic, if only to work on that relationship and kick Lori to the curb, and give Shane something better.

YESSSS that makes me so happy. Season 1 had its moments, but overall it was a bit of a struggle. But Season 2? FLAWLESS. Lucifer is such an underrated, well-written show. I made the mistake of marathoning it just after it went into a hiatus for Xmas, so I had to wait almost 2 months for 3 episodes, and then 3 months for the rest of the season! The pain was real.

Seriously though, every time someone tells me they started (or went back to) Lucifer because of my reblogs, my heart sings. That show reminded me that quality can actually be found on network television. Solid writing, great acting, a fantastic pace, AMAZING characters and well-explored character dynamics. It’s so, so good. I'm so happy you gave it another chance and you ended up liking it.