kayla laws

A Chance Encounter - Chapter 1 - barbaesparza - Law & Order: SVU [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: ½
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Rafael Barba/Olivia Benson
Characters: Olivia Benson, Amanda Rollins, Original Male Character(s), Rafael Barba
Additional Tags: Speed Dating, Originally written for, SVU Character Appreciation, Olivia Benson Week, TW assholes, Liv POV, Companion chapter coming soon…
Summary: Speed dating. Lieutenant Olivia Benson never thought she’d see the day. Yet, here she is. Will anyone catch her eye?

Crosspost to AO3. Read on tumblr here, if preferred!

Easter; Part 1

Word Count: 760
Summary: The reader hosts Easter dinner at her house, and invites Mary to meet her family.

Your name: submit What is this?

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Easter was all about family for you. Dean was gracious enough to attend church with you and your father in the morning. After the church service was over, your father and Dean disappeared out to the garage on your land to take a look at and possibly do some work on the TransAm.

Sam and Jess were with Jess’s family all day, so you offered to host Easter dinner, and invited Mary to spend the time with your family. It would be the first time anyone from your two families would be spending anytime together, but both you and Dean were looking forward to it.

You cooked a turkey, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. Your sister-in-law was bringing some sort of side casserole and deviled eggs, and Mary offered to make a couple of pies for dessert.

You father and Dean still had not returned to the house when Mary arrived, right on the heels of your brother’s family.

“Mary, come in,” you greeted, hugging her tightly. “This is my brother Seth, my sister-in-law Kayla, and my handsome nephew, Eli. Guys, this is Dean’s mother, Mary Winchester.”

“So nice to meet all of you,” Mary smiled, then shook Eli’s chubby little hand. “Especially you, cutie.”

Kayla and Mary got to chatting about Eli and Sam and Jess’s little bundle of joy, so you left them to visit and picked up your phone.

Your mom’s here, Sparky.

We’re on our way back.

The reply was so instantaneous, you wondered if perhaps the two of you had sent the texts at the same time.

“Where’s Romeo?” Seth asked, leaning against the counter and watching you work.

“At the garage. Beer in the fridge, if you want one.”

“Whose idea was it for them to spend time together alone?” He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer for himself and one for you.

You frowned. “Um, Dean’s, I think. Why?”

Seth shrugged and put on that mischievous smile you’d seen thousands of times, maybe more, since he was little. “Why would he want to talk to Dad alone? Think about it, Sis.”

Groaning, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on. They went to look at the car. They’re both into that kind of thing, and poor Dean has had to work on it with me the whole time. I’m sure he wanted help from someone who has more than a basic understanding of engines.”

Seth shrugged again and gave you a look that said you were dense. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”


Phillip, the youngest of the three kids, arrived just minutes before your father and Dean returned to the house. You introduced Phillip to Mary and then dragged your father to where the older woman was on the floor, playing with Eli.

“Mary, this is my dad, Mike. Dad, this is Dean’s mother, Mary.”

Mary stood and shook hands with your father; while they got acquainted, you accosted Dean into the kitchen.

“Okay, listen, I have to ask this so I can stomach down some dinner,” you started. “Seth was being a little shit, like he usually is, but he kind of thought that maybe you wanted to get Dad alone at the garage so that you could – I mean, I know he’s crazy, but Seth thought that maybe you were going to – to ask Dad – ugh. I can’t even get this out.”

Dean smiled down at you before kissing you softly. “Babe, it’s all right. I get what you’re trying to say. Yes, we did discuss my intentions in this relationship, but I’m not going to be getting down on one knee anytime soon.”

You were both relieved and disappointed. “Okay. I’m sorry I had to ask.”

“Never be sorry,” Dean replied, kissing you again. “Always ask.”

You grinned up at your boyfriend, joining hands with him so the two of you could go into the living room where everyone was visiting and announce that supper was ready. The introductions had gone smoothly, and as the meal continued, it seemed that Mary was fitting into your family as seamlessly as you had fit in with the Winchesters. You had no doubt that when Sam and Jess were added to the mix, things would be just as easy.

Since the subject had come up, while you ate your pie, you allowed your mind to wander to the time when Dean would get down on one knee, and your two families would become one. It made your heart race, knowing it was something that you had to look forward to …

Easter, Part 2

His appearance, it’s stunning,                               
yet, compared to his soul?                                      
His image, it’s void.                                                  
It hasn’t a role.
—  5 a.m. Kayla, thinkin’ bout’ Sonny Carisi

kayla-bird  asked:

hey, i'm writing a thing for the anthology, and i was wondering if you could help me with a lil worldbuilding thing- how do you think a solarpunk society might handle crime?

Well first if you find yourself running out of ideas, there’s a great solarpunk google doc where people from the community have chipped in on various subjects.

There isn’t much about crime though, except for “police abolition”. Which I agree with.

It happens that I might be considering a police/mystery/Quebec mythology series set in a solarpunk universe though so I may have given the subjects some thoughts XD So off the top of my head:

- Any kind of law representative would be chosen by the community and could be demoted at any moment. 

- There wouldn’t be a standard punishment for a crime. It’d be directly related to the crime committed, and never in a way that’d leave permanent consequences.

- The reason behind the crime would be addressed. If someone steals because they’re hungry, this means the community has failed them, not that they’re a criminal.

- No prison. No cells. I imagine if someone needs to be locked for a period of time (procedures or investigations?) there could be a comfortable but watched place for them, but y’know … good living conditions.

- Crime severity could be judged by how damaging it is for the community. (Taking a life is always damaging, no matter which life. My point here isn’t that say, disabled people are less valuable, which wouldn’t be solarpunk at all (and pretty gross). I mean that if you put fire to the entire farm on which your desert community survives, it’s not the same as burning someone’s house).

- I think Exile would be considered one of the harshest punishment. With how much emphasis is put on the group and the community, being thrown out is pretty bad.

So yeah, here’s a quick brainstorm! And yay for the submission ^^ that’s really great and nice. I’m excited.

And hey, solarpunk community, anything to add?

Okay full story of how THIS happened; we begin our story in North Carolina…okay cheesy but true. I had gone to the Charlotte show on 6/8 (the day before) i had b stage pit and it was one of the best nights but I hadn’t thought that tomorrow would be the day I met her. I won this contest through Keds to meet Taylor and get tickets to the tour. But the rules changed and made it a backstage tour (which would’ve been amazing in itself) and I signed forms for the change and i mean i was a bit let down that I thought I was registering for a meet and greet and it changed but blah blah fast forward to the day of. They ran late bringing the tickets and after staying up at will call for an hour and a half, they arrived and we grabbed this red paper and the tickets and walked a little bit away when i caught a glimpse of the title of the paper. Meet and Greet. I almost passed out. I bawled my eyes out and was shaking and we saw these other people who didnt know how to get in early either so we finally found out we go in with the vip 2 and separate so we headed over there. It seemed no one else was antsy, I was hysterical. I honestly could not stand still. We went through the line and got inside and joined this longggg meet and greet line under this tunnel and the waiting began. We got these bracelets (I am never taking this off) and time moved slow and fast at what seemed like the whole time. We were told to drop our bags and everything off at these tables and if you leave a gift, Taylor will grab it on her way to her dressing room. So as a lot of you know, I’ve been doing this journal for six months every day talking about my life and Taylor in my life and its just more of my life than I’ve ever told anyone before and it’s a really important part of my life that I felt like I could only trust Taylor with. So we’re led through the line through these curtains and theres a Loft 89 sign and I freak out. I’m getting so excited and emotionally distressed. There were a lot of costumes as you walk in like there was the billboards dress and the natalie outfit from the Ew! Sketch (which was amazing, might I add) so we keep going and there food on my left and we hadnt eaten so I was like oh my god there is pizza out and fruit and vegetables and then on my right was loft. It was like a huge living room aND IT HAS A PHOTOBOOTH! It was hard to resist but I kept my head down and pushed through, okay but seriously, we were in line a couple people back and he works for Taylor i think and my friend was talking to him about me getting nervous and starting to cry and he’s like just remember she’s a real person and I went “thats the problem” all desperate like and so we get up to our place in line and the curtain opens and my friend literally had to push me in because I froze and then I took off and did the hop-run thing to her and Taylor was trying to say like how I really outdid myself with my outfit. But I hugged her so tight, you guys and she gives the best hugs. And oh my god she is SO tall and perfect like as soon as she let go I said I loved her and she said i love you too and and I started like telling her about the journal and you guys… She looks at you so interested and I just remember looking at her eyeliner as I explained it and dude her eyeliner was on point. And she looked so beautiful like a screen cannot do her the justice like i thought she was stunningly gorgeous before but she is truly the most beautiful person ever. She said how she always picks up everything outside and how she would definitely read it and then she hugged my friend and told her how her earrings was amazing and she was like really theyre from Target. But then Taylor asked if we would take a picture with her and I had already planned it out that I was going to hug her so I get ready and i had gotten on the wrong side my sister in law needed to be on taylors left and i had just lost all sense of direction and taylor giggled (I DIED) and we switched sides and I hugged her for the picture and I had to go to on my tiptoes to not look like a complete shrimp next to her and we took it and i think i hugged her again it was a blur but my sister in law (Kayla) told her how her and her dad danced to Never Grow up and taylor said thank you for telling me that what a special memory and it was time to go and I yelled i love you so much and she repeated it and I bawled as soon as I got out like I was full on not okay nd we got to our seats (RIGHT NEXT TO THE STAGE IN THE MIDDLE) and i collapsed with the signed picture and the card we needed to get our pictures and sobbed and then sat there with my elbows on my knees recovering and crying for 20 minutes before Vance came on. During the show she looked at me and then Kayla, i feel like it was a couple times but it was at least one and I’ve never been so happy. Last night was the best night of my life and I cannot thank you enough taylorswift meeting you was a dream. Please keep me updated with the journal situation.

But please don’t get down on yourself, you can be told you aren’t going to meet her, you can truly believe that, but the next day you could be meeting her. So don’t get down on yourself. Just like my story, yours goes on and I’ve always been a sucker for meeting Taylor stories, now I have my own and I can’t wait to read yours.

Thank you Taylor, for everything. I love you so much. (P.S. There’s gifts in the back of the book) ;)