#spiralled

so new oc yippee (ft. a new style again cause i wanted to try smth new and a new watermark just cause)

after watching only 8 episodes of lucifer it's all i can think about. i need to watch it. i need to see tom ellis. i can't go to school. i need to see him. he's so FIT. you think of this show you think of me.

i love this show.

i love it.

Photographs by visual artist Seana Gavin that take a trip back to the '90s underground rave scene. In her Photobook, Spiralled, she is taking us on a trip back to the nineties when she was an underage devotee of the underground rave scene. Her images reveal a life of travelling and parties, just as the UK government introduced the Criminal Justice and Public Order Act that clamped down on illegal raves and other forms of "anti-social" behaviour. It was around that time that sound systems like the famous Spiral Tribe quit Britain for Europe, and Seana went with them. She lived this travelling life, kept a diary, took the pictures and then, for near on two decades, kept it under wraps. Until now. “Spiralled” is a personal visual history of the "fuck-the-system" movement of truck and caravan convoys that crisscrossed Europe staging free festivals, raves and largely peaceful parties in open fields and disused industrial buildings. Featuring her photographs and thoughts, the book also includes an ephemeral archive of posters and flyers. Her images certainly document a great but largely lost freedom. Freedom from smartphones, social media and Zoom calls. And, of course, freedom of movement. She adds: "Spiralled is a document that celebrates all of this while taking you on the winding journey through a decade of my life."

dick is the newly appointed commanding officer of the 506th precinct, and he’s really trying to settle into his new job. he doesn’t have to get used to the station, since he was a sergeant here before being promoted, but learning to be in charge is… a different sort of experience.

his detectives don’t make things easy for him. guarnere takes too many risks in the field. toye is seemingly unstoppable. welsh is having a secret romance with a pretty female lawyer and keeps trying to fight suspects. webster is reluctant to do anything that isn’t desk work. the only one who isn’t giving dick grief in his new job is sergeant lipton, who’s levelheaded and helpful as ever.

the day he gets his promotion, the rest of the precinct drags dick out to a bar to celebrate. he doesn’t drink, but while there an drunken man literally falls into his lap. dick does the man a favor and drives him home, dropping him off in front of an impressively large mansion on the wealthy side of town.

the next day, he meets with the DA about a case, and is stunned to come face-to-face with a very hungover version of his friend from the night before.

this is how dick meets lewis nixon.

nix is also a newly appointed DA, but he is dangerously good at his job. he’s sharp, quickthinking, and formerly worked as an undercover officer. it’s not long before he and dick hit it off.

meanwhile, the rest of the precinct is busy with their own cases.

guarnere and toye are on the trail of a gang of bank robbers. they know that three members of the group (muck, malarkey, and penkala) go in, hold up the bank, and clean it out before jumping in the car with their getaway driver (luz). frustratingly, the robbers wear gaudy halloween masks, keeping them from getting a good look at their faces.

they try to stake out the bank. while bill is posing as a bank security guard, joe is supposed to be providing backup from outside. he sees the robbers go in – however, he fixates on their getaway car. he makes a reckless choice, and tries to get the jump on their driver.

this apparently entails climbing in the back of the car, sneaking up on luz, and holding a weapon to his head.

so luz panics and grabs the gun. in the scuffle, joe accidentally gets shot in the leg.

there’s a moment of panic. george is screaming. joe is screaming. someone inside the bank is screaming. and then joe passes out from blood loss.

that’s how george luz kidnaps a police officer.

he doesn’t mean to drive away, but he just sort of PANICS. now his friends have been left high and dry, he’s driving around with an unconscious cop, and all he really wanted was an excuse to drive like a maniac. he didn’t ask for this.

so, he does what anybody carting around a guy with a severe injury would do, and he takes joe to doc roe.

gene roe is luz’s college buddy. he is neither an actual doctor nor a criminal, but he is a damn good defense attorney, and luz has a sneaking suspicion he’s going to be needing one of those soon. roe also knows a lot about first aid, which toye’s definitely gonna need.

joe winds up getting nursed back to health by the criminal he’s trying to catch. (he’s disturbed both by how good looking luz is and how annoying he is. jeez, the guy won’t let him get a moment’s rest. his mouth is basically a torture device. joe is more into it than he wants to be.)

the terrible trio are in custody. george knows he has to get away, and he also knows that joe will rat him out. he’s a police officer, it’s sort of his job.

he figures he’s already in deep, so he may as well run with it.

if there’s one thing george luz is good at, besides driving at insanely fast speeds and getting himself into screwy situations, it’s hiding. the only challenge now is going off the grid while he has a very pissed off, injured cop handcuffed in his passenger seat.

neither one of them asked for a road trip, but they’re sure getting one anyway.

the trio get arrested. roe winds up being hired as their defense attorney. he’s at the precinct a lot, which is how he becomes acquainted with babe heffron, the 506th’s civilian administrator.

babe is spunky, sarcastic, relentlessly optimistic, and quick to befriend roe once he starts talking to him. it’s hard not to get sucked in by babe, and roe begins finding excuse to come around the station that don’t have anything to do with his poor clients.

meanwhile, the other detectives have their own issues.

their suspects won’t leave them alone.

webster is leading the investigation into a series of cat burglaries. the cases are baffling mostly because no one can figure out how the crook is doing it. he’s somehow getting into sealed off, heavily surveiled rooms, stealing the most expensive thing there, and escaping without leaving a trace.

it doesn’t help that he’s literally being TAUNTED by his criminal.

he keeps calling him, taunting him about sticking to his desk, staying out of the field, and not being able to catch him. it’s the most infuriating thing in the world. 

more than once, webster has wound up in loud, back-and-forth arguments with his criminal. no matter how long he keeps him on the line, all calls are traced back to cell towers in various countries. his perp is clearly a tech genius, and knows an uncomfortable amount about webster.

webster isn’t sure what he’s going to do when he finally catches this guy – cuff him or kill him. (both options sound incredibly satisfying)

finally, ron speirs is on the run for murder.

this is a bad thing; mostly because he didn’t do it. he knows he’s being framed. the problem is, he doesn’t have any evidence to prove it, and his… less than sparkling reputation doesn’t speak to his credit.

so he’s hiding from pretty much everyone – his enemies, law enforcement, even his friends. he doesn’t have anyone to turn to.

so he takes a gamble, and contacts the detective who helped his buddy grant deal with some people trying to hurt him a few years back. he still has carwood lipton’s phone number; he gets a disposable phone, and gives him a call.

now lip finds himself roped into speirs’ one-man quest to clear his name, and get some revenge while he’s at it. he’s not sure exactly what’s going on… but, well, he’ll do what he can to help.

so one detective is missing, one is being taunted by his criminal, one is aiding a murder suspect, a drunk DA is passed out in the chief’s office, and their civilian administrator is definitely hitting on the defense lawyer what’s more, the three bank robbers in the cells don’t seem deterred by their predicament at all. they keep bumming cigarettes off the guards, loudly singing 80s pop songs, and somebody used his one phone call to order pizza.