You might not know me, but I know you, and not in a vague kind of way.
What the hell are you talking about?
Your name is Mueller Hayes. You joined the Academy in ‘95, spent your first year on patrol. Speeding tickets for your friends quickly disappear, a little cash for courtesy. Nothing major. Nothing worth making a fuss over. But I see the patterns in your life, even if you don’t.
Fast forward a few years, and, well. Here you are, huh? Got your heard smashed up against the cold tile under the weight of all your bad decisions, and a 600 FICO score. Which is why Paul Gomez owns you.
Law & Order: Special Victims Unit — 26.19: Play With Fire.
Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor
trans actual uk - trans led and run advocacy, education and empowerment organisation
fiveforfive - collective fund for trans women and girls and transfem causes
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
fabulous
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
that he hears olivia yelling for him as the hallway narrows into white light, her voice some kind of beacon to follow as he stumbles through a nightmare labyrinth seeking a way out. the paralleling of olivia seeking him out in the exact same ways prior (infiltrated. seeing him after the car crash. my old partner, he’d know what to do), imaginary friending him in extremis, and he’s doing the same thing, has probably always been doing the same thing, this scene implicitly confirming that olivia is just as much elliot’s imaginary friend as he is her’s— they’re both always looking for each other, bedrock primal instinct honed from a decade of eating breathing living within arm’s length of each other, running into danger together, falling back on the other as a guide a safety a reality check a lifeline an anchor true north im KILLING myself
the brisket line was so good. so randall and so not olivia that even in a less insane circumstance she would’ve reacted just as perplexed and a little offended by the offering because nothing on earth could be less appealing to her than brisket and coleslaw. again i say CHRISTOPHER!
