justin and erin

anonymous asked:

who attended beside Jeff, tommy, glenne, xander, James Corden and his family, Cameron Crowe, Jeff Bhasker, The azoffs, Ben Winston, Christopher nolan?

I made you a list! Let me know if i missed anyone:

Cal, cal’s wife, glenne, tommy, jeff, xander, justin huchel, charles porch, erin foster, sara foster, jennifer meyer, ben, james, james’ wife and kids, irving, shelli, cam, harry lambert, his band, lou teasdale, bella howard, chris nolan, cam crowe, stevie knicks, jeff bhasker, lykke li, presley, rande and kaia gerber, cindy crawford, jack and mitch rose, mike navarra, jasmine tookes, meghan trainor and her mom,

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Nothing Ventured Chapter 1, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction

Attention please!

This is a wonderful story that @erindarroch and @jhgraham published this morning. It has all sorts of scary authors’ notes up top, but I loved it and think it’s just the most gorgeous bit of Han Solo internal conflict. I don’t know if my personal stamp of approval means anything - it probably SHOULDN’T and I hope I don’t do the opposite of what I’m trying to do by rec’ing it this hard. But this is wonderful character work. It’s worth your time. 

Heed the warnings, of course, but trust them.  

Fun and Games

by Justine Graham and Erin Darroch 

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“Han,” Leia tugged on his arm. “Look at this.”

Han followed the direction of her gaze and then shook his head, giving her a wry smile. “That’s a rigged game, Sweetheart. Stand here and watch ‘em for a while; you’ll see they change the setup for each species. It’s a racket.”

“No, I mean look at the prizes.” Clutching the neck of her plush TaunTaun in one hand—a trophy Han had won and gallantly presented to her at the last booth they’d visited—she gestured with the other hand at the items dangling around the frame of the stall, then looked back at Han just in time to see horrified realization dawning in his eyes.

“What the hell….” Han murmured, moving past her towards the small booth. “What the—Hey, pal,” he called to the stall’s operator, a burly humanoid woman with piercing yellow eyes and a nest of orange curls framing her broad face. “Who’re these supposed to be?”

The woman gave him a look of incredulity as she heaved her thickset frame off her stool and moved along the front of the stall in their direction. “You been livin’ on some backwater planet for the last few years?” she challenged. “Who do ya think?” She lifted one of the prizes and waggling it at him. It was a soft doll, a little more than a handspan tall, rather simply made of printed fabric that had been stitched into the shape of a Wookiee and filled with plush stuffing. The print on the fabric was crudely drawn and the face appeared a bit cartoonish, but it was still easily recognizable as a depiction of a Kashyyyk native, complete with a stitched-in bandolier draped diagonally across its chest. “This one’s the mighty Chewbacca, of course. And this here is the Princess,” she tapped one of the dangling toys and set it swinging. Judging by the style of white dress and the elaborate hairstyle depicted on the fabric of the swaying doll, Leia realized it must have been modeled on the holo images of herself that had been broadcast around the galaxy just after the destruction of the first Death Star, when she’d presided over the awards ceremony that had followed their victory.

“These,” the woman clarified, gesturing around at the dangling prize dolls, “are the heroes of the Battle of Yavin.”

Leia covered her face with one hand and peeked at Han through her fingers, feeling simultaneously giddy with amusement and utterly mortified. Han cast her a look that showed his own emotions were similarly at war. His mobile face seemed to struggle between expressions, finally settling on a sort of horrified amazement.

“This here’s the Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker,” the woman continued, setting the Chewie doll to one side and then lifting a blond-haired doll whose printed attire featured brown trousers and a buttery yellow flight jacket. “He’s the one that blew up the Death Star,” she informed them, in a tone that said these were well-known facts that every simpleton and schoolchild must already know. “The first one, I mean,” she amended, staring down at the doll for a lingering moment.

“He ain’t a Master yet,” Han muttered, though the woman didn’t appear to hear him.

She cradled the Luke doll in one palm, and fondly poked its soft belly with her forefinger. “He’s a cutie, that one. And he practically saved the whole galaxy with that one shot, don'tcha know.”

“He had a little help, don'tcha know,” Han retorted, looking mildly indignant.

“Yeah, yeah, this guy,” the stall runner poked another of the dangling prizes with her finger and set it swinging alongside the swaying Leia doll. The toy depicted a brown-haired human male garbed in a white shirt and black vest, with blue trousers featuring an approximation of the Corellian bloodstripe along each of the printed seams. “He’s called Han Solo.”

Leia glanced at Han’s face and had to hold her breath and press her lips together so she wouldn’t burst out laughing. He wore that mulish expression, the belligerent one he got when he was gearing up to argue with someone.

“Yeah?” Han prompted. “So what did he do?”

The woman shrugged. “Ain’t ever been too clear on that one,” she admitted. “But the Princess gave him a medal so I guess he did somethin’ important. And now I hear they’re gettin’ married.”

Leia’s eyes flew wide and she choked as Han’s head swivelled in her direction. She tried to draw a breath but found herself spluttering with laughter that could no longer be contained.

“Is that so?” Han queried in a tone of bemusement, cocking a quizzical eyebrow at the princess.

Leia gave him a helpless shrug, shaking her head and trying—unsuccessfully—to stifle her laughter.

“Yeah, that’s what they say,” the woman responded, a dreamy expression crossing her blunt features. She seemed completely oblivious to the byplay between Han and Leia, and it was clear she hadn’t recognized them. Leia supposed that the holo images upon which the dolls’ designs had been based had been taken more than four years ago, and they’d all changed a bit since then. Furthermore, she and Han were dressed in casual clothes completely unlike the garb depicted on the dolls, and Leia’s hair was gathered in a messy knot at the nape of her neck instead of arranged in an elegant braided crown atop her head. Evidently, those differences were enough to obscure any physical similarities between themselves and the 'Heroes of the Rebellion’.

“I’m hopin’ they’ll show the wedding on the Holonet,” the woman was saying, still smiling a little pensively. “It’s about time we had somethin’ nice to think about and look forward to, after all the troubles.”

Han’s expression softened. “Yeah,” he agreed, angling his head back in Leia’s direction and giving her a speculative look. “It’s about time.”

Still smiling, Leia returned his direct gaze, but she felt her heart skip and flutter as they stared at one another. The way he was focused on her now, she knew exactly what he was thinking. They hadn’t actually discussed a formal marriage yet—not in so many words—but it certainly felt to Leia like an inevitable conclusion, one they were moving steadily towards. His changeable eyes seemed to darken with intent as he looked at her, making her feel as if the two of them were standing on the cusp of something monumental.

“Smart guy, hooking up with such a brave, beautiful princess, don'tcha think?” Han addressed his comments to the stall keeper, but his eyes remained fixed on Leia’s face.

“Smart? Maybe… But lucky, too,” the woman opined.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong about that one, pal,” he murmured, his voice so low it was likely only Leia could hear him.

Reaching for Leia, he drew her close and lowered his head to hers. Heedless of the woman’s presence, not even caring if the whole of Hanna City were watching them, Leia stretched up to meet his offered kiss. His lips were warm and soft against hers, and his free hand came up to cradle her face with a touch so tender it made her racing heart pound even faster. When their lips parted, Han slipped his hand down the length of her arm and entwined his fingers with hers. She smiled up at him in unabashed adoration as she squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

The sound of a throat being pointedly cleared drew their attention back to the stall keeper. While they’d been distracted, the woman had pulled one of the Han dolls down and set it side-by-side with one of the Leia dolls atop the counter that separated the players from the interior of the stand. “Tell ya what, Loverboy, you win, and you can have the pair. Two for the price of one. They oughta go together anyway, I reckon.”

“You're on, lady,” Han released Leia and turned to face the woman more fully. Stuffing a hand into his front pocket, he then withdrew a handful of credit chips in small denominations and slapped them down on the counter. “In fact, tell me what I’ve gotta do to win 'em all.”

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Finally - Chapter 8: Christmas Tree

aka: 9 times Jay tries to win Voight over (intentionally and not so intentionally) and the 1 time he doesn’t need to.

Also on ff.net and AO3.

Many, many thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait for all of her help, listening to me bounce ideas off her, ramble on about what I wanted to write and mostly, the beta-ing. You are awesome! :)


“You didn’t have to come with me, you know,” Erin said as she curled her hand around Jay’s elbow, keeping close to him in the crowds.

The ground was crunchy from the first snowfall of that winter, and they were both bundled up in warm coats, scarves, gloves and hats to keep them from falling victim to the cold weather. However, with the snowfall also came the upcoming festive season.

With this being the first year with Olive bringing Danny to visit for Christmas, Erin had decided that she would try to recreate the festive theme the Voight house use to exude when she was growing up there. It was Camille’s favourite time of the year, stating that it was the only way she coped with the freezing temperatures. They had had a tradition of having a real tree in the living room, decorated by the four of them one evening with a few lights on the outside of the house. It wasn’t much but it had been fun to see Christmas on the other side for Erin. But without Camille, Justin nor Erin in the house any longer, Voight would never go to the effort of decorating himself.

Which was where she came in. And with a brief mention to Jay earlier that afternoon in the break room, they now found themselves in a tree sale lot.

“Trust me, Erin, when you see what I have in mind, you’ll be grateful that I decided to tag along,” he told her confidently, shooting her a smile which only backed up his words.

“Oh, really?” she laughed, allowing him to guide her through the many trees without sparing much of a glance at them.

“I’m practically a pro when it comes to choosing a good tree,” Jay bragged nonchalantly, stopping in front of a 6 footer to seemingly consider before shaking his head and moving on.

How, exactly?” Erin questioned, because from what she knew about her partner and boyfriend, being a professional at picking a good Christmas tree somehow hadn’t come up.

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do we know how old justin was when he died? in the interest of accuracy in my fic. if we don’t know, does 28-29 sound like a good guess? if erin’s (going on the pd timeline here and not the svu one, otherwise the latter part of s2 spans 5 years #gottalovethecontinuity) 31 ish when he dies? and he’s “like my little brother” but i’m not sure how much younger he is lol

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LINDSAY AND HALSTEAD IN EVERY EPISODE || They’ll Have to Go Through Me (2x07)

Listen, uh, when I was your age, I went through some pretty difficult stuff, and my parents weren’t around either…But then I met a cop, and he helped me. And now everything is alright, and all that stuff is behind me. I’m here for you now. Hey, it’s okay. It’s alright. All that stuff is behind you now. I promise.

That entire episode hit me right in the feels.

-And my obsession with Mouse keeps growing.
-And the Mouse/Halstead Bromance
-And Baby Voight, and Justin Voight 😭😍
-And what happened to Jay😭 ?
-And where does Linstead stand?

So much I can’t deal with right now and now we have to wait another week I just can’t