Me: Remembers today is the last episode of Bon Voyage so I will see V crying and BTS sharing emotional letters, that BigHit will not let me bath in my tears in peace because something major gonna get shared at midnight or even before that … AND ALSO because I didn’t get to see Jhope and V sharing a bed nor Jimin and Jungkook. NO ONE STOPS ME TODAY. IMMA SCREAM AND CRY ALL DAY !!!!!
Warnings: If you like happy endings, this fic isn’t for you.
There were many things in life you hadn’t planned for. For starters you’d never planned to move to DC. It had been an impulse decision when you felt suffocated in your own state, and it was there, and it was welcoming. You’d never planned to rent out the apartment next to a certain FBI agent. You could barely afford the rent but after looking for a cheaper place and seeing the safety risks, you’d decided to take the one bedroom apartment.
You hadn’t planned on having your purse stolen on your way home one night. You had dragged your feet on your way home afterwards, a mix of anger and disappointment with humanity filling you. You groaned when you realized the landlord was still out and wouldn’t be available to open your door that night. Instead you simply took a seat on the hard floor and hoped fate would send something, anything, good your way. Much to your surprise, fate’s idea of a good thing was a tall gorgeous brunette.
“Are you ok?” Spencer asked as he saw you leaning against your door, utterly defeated by the long day you’d just endured. He himself had just gotten in from a case and was surprised to find someone in the hallway so late at night.
“I don’t have my keys,” you sighed deeply, “I won’t be able to get into my apartment until the morning when I can ask the landlord for a spare.”
He looked you over as if assessing if you were telling the truth and whether or not you’d be any danger to him. You weren’t offended by it. The city was a dangerous place and it wasn’t uncommon to be wary of even your neighbors.
“You can sleep on my couch if you want. It’ll be more comfortable than the floor,” he offered as he opened the door to his own place.
“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked jokingly. He chuckled, finding the question more amusing than you expected him to.
“Trust me, I’m not a killer,” he assured. He smiled and motioned for you to follow him. “Come on. It’s only a night.”
You hadn’t planned to spend the night on his couch, and you definitely hadn’t planned on falling in love with him either. That just sort of happened on its own due to the way the two of you clicked, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Simple conversations turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into dinner dates. Dinner dates turned into dates that lasted well into the night, and even bled over into the next day until the sunrise shining through the windows let Spencer know it was time to get up for work. Spencer himself hadn’t expected to fall in love either, but soon enough he found himself in your bed most nights with a joyous grin on his face and you in his arms.
You hadn’t planned on many things, and being pregnant was one of them.
Spencer was in shock when you told him, just as you had been. You had been on birth control. He had used protection. The possibilities of getting pregnant had been minuscule, so tiny that the idea had never crossed his mind. It’d never even crossed yours until your period didn’t come. Even then you had been doubtful. You’d missed periods before due to side effects of being on the pill, but you had decided to take a test just to reassure yourself that you weren’t pregnant but the reassurance never came.
That one positive test turned into four after you rushed to the store in a desperate need for it to be negative. One after the other, they all read the same.
Both of you had sat in complete silence that night. You sat in front of the television, the sound muted the second you had announced that you had something important to share. Your mind was clouded and you were unable to formulate a single plan. All you could feel was fear. You were young. Unlike Spencer, you didn’t make enough money to be able to care for a child. Hell, you could barely afford your home. All of it simply made your stomach turn in nerves. Meanwhile, Spencer’s mind was spinning with new thoughts. He would have to take time off. He would have to find a way to be at home more often. As much as he adored both Hotch and JJ, he was aware of how often they left their children behind and he wasn’t willing to do the same.
“We’ll be ok,” Spencer finally spoke as he leaned back into the sofa. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, his hand giving you a gentle but reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be ok.”
Within a month Spencer’s worried outlook had completely changed. He was excited, eager to become a father. He had kept the news a secret from the rest of the team simply because he wanted to enjoy something by himself for a moment. He figured he would let them know when your stomach had grown into a tiny bump, a physical proof of the life growing inside.
You’d gone to the doctor and had been told to try to rest as much as possible. A weak cervix. That’s what he had said. You instantly thought back to the distant memory of your own mother losing a child. You were just a kid, but you remembered the way your mother had cried. That sort of grief would be burned in your memory no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. The revelation instantly made you nervous and so you decided to keep the news of the pregnancy to yourself.
Spencer had since then done his best to tend to your every need. Every moment he wasn’t on a case was spent by your side. He was attentive, obsessive even as he lectured you on what you could and couldn’t do in your state. You’d roll your eyes when he’d refuse to even let you stand at times.
“I have to pee, Spence,” you laughed when he tried to push you back into bed. He grinned sheepishly, aware that he had been just a tad too overbearing the past weeks.
“Just don’t take too long. You need to lay down,” he replied.
“I’m allowed to walk. I just can’t do heavy lifting or strenuous exercise. If I don’t get up from bed I’ll lose all my muscle,” you frowned.
“Just take care of yourself. Please,” he begged.
Life, it turned out, had its own plans.
It came out of nowhere while you showered one morning. A sharp pain that begun in your stomach and stretched to your back. You gasped, unsure of what had caused it until you saw the blood begin to flow down your legs only to be washed down the drain with the rest of the water. You watched the red droplets turn pink and be gone in an instant.
You went still as the pain worsened, leaning onto the shower wall as the blood turned into clots. You watched in horror as your body cleaned itself out. The blood clots come out thicker, some made of tissue and not disintegrating as quickly down the drain. You could feel the life leave your body and crumpled into yourself.
You didn’t know how long you sat there, curled up into the bathtub as the shower overhead continued to run. Your body shook with your sobbing, so loud even the tenant beneath you wondered what was happening. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. The warm water turned ice cold as the hours passed, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. In that moment you had lost all the will to live as your child had been lost. You remained silent, as if you had lost your voice along with any happiness you had felt that day.
Spencer found you like that. He had been away for a week on a difficult case and had thought of you the entire time. He had let himself in with a bright smile on his face that quickly vanished. When he walked into an empty bedroom with only the sound of water running, he had immediately been struck him with a gut wrenching feeling.
He felt himself lose his breath at the sight of you. Your skin was raised in goosebumps from the freezing water and your hair stuck to your face, concealing bloodshot eyes. You looked so fragile as you laid against the bathtub, your eyes dead of any emotion. He hurriedly rushed over to turn the shower off, his eyes widening when he saw the small amount of blood that still trickled out of you.
“Y/N, what did you do?”
You couldn’t answer. A choked sob left your throat at his question, at his accusation. As if you had done something. As if you had purposely caused this.
“I don’t understand,” he said again as he took a step back. His hands flew into his hair, grabbing at it in an odd desperation. He thought back to the various pictures you’d sent while he was out and recalled the conversations about your mother visiting and the activities she wanted to do. “I told you not to eat unhealthy food! I told you to stay in bed when your mother wanted to go for walks!”
You cringed as his voice rose with anger. A painful shiver shot through you at the cold air hitting your skin, but it wasn’t as hurtful as the words that were spewing from Spencer’s mouth. His words burned through you, the venom seeping straight into your heart and causing it to ache.
“I’m gone for one week! One week!” he cried, his emotions overflowing at the thought of the loss. “One week and you can’t take care of yourself! God, why are you so irresponsible! You knew this!”
“Go away,” you finally managed to say, your voice just above a whisper. You hugged yourself and curled up tighter in the porcelain bathtub. You couldn’t bear to hear his words. You couldn’t handle the fact he blamed you for this.
“Y/N, I just don’t get it. Why would you-”
“Go away!” you yelled as hot tears streaked down your face. Your vision blurred as your breathing became erratic. You shut your eyes, not wanting to exist anymore.
“No. Look at you. You’re still bleeding, you have to go to a hospital. You have to explain what you-”
“I don’t want you here,” you snapped, your anger rising at his constant blame. How dare he. How could someone who you loved, who claimed to love you, ever speak so ill of you in such a hard time. Where was the compassion? Instead all you got were harsh words and blame. "I don’t want you anymore! Go!“
Spencer’s heart felt as if it had been ripped out when he heard the anger and grief rip through your voice. In an instant the overwhelming waves of emotions inside him calmed and he realized what he had done.
He had blamed you. He had blamed you for something he logically knew wasn’t actually your fault. His own anguish at losing a child had clouded his mind and made him forget that you were the one who had physically lost a baby. You had felt the life inside you leave and it had left you broken. And here he was, screaming at you.
“Y/N…” he whispered, instantly filling with regret. He bent down and reached for you, noticing for the first time how cold your skin was and how alarmingly weak you appeared to be.
“Don’t touch me,” you whispered as you flinched away from his fingertips. His heart shattered as he watched your eyes stare blankly at the drain, the tub lightly stained pink from all the blood you had lost.
“I…,” he couldn’t speak. You took one look at him and he knew. He saw it on your face. You wouldn’t ever want him back after his outburst and the accusations he had so carelessly thrown around. He saw the heartbreak in your eyes that he would never be able to mend.
And so he left, the image of you broken forever burned into his mind.
You and Jensen had just gotten back to his apartment in Vancouver after a small unofficial wrap party at the end of the season. It was always fun to hang out with the cast of Supernatural, and tonight was no different. Richard and Brianna had teamed up and somehow convinced everyone that tequila was a great plan, normally you would have been all over that idea, but since you had an early flight in the morning you had taken it a little easy on the booze. You and Jensen were both a little tipsy, there was no way out when Rich had his heart set on shots, but neither of you were drunk.
“I can’t believe there is no food in your fridge,” you yelled to him from the kitchen.
“I’m not going to be here for the next three months, what’s the point of shopping?” he asked walking up behind you.
|A/N:I really like this! Also the rap lyrics that the reader raps are rap lyrics I wrote, so the are bad tbh. This is my dream to be a rapper so here’s my dream im words|
|Warning Cussing(like always), drinking, and fluff :)|
The small club had signs outside about the rappers coming tonight, your name being one of them. It was extremely hard for you to make it big with the music industry today. Mostly because people are not as opened minded as they use to be, and if it’s not be their favorite artist it goes unrecognized.
“You must be (Y/N),” A voice from behind you muttered making you turn around quickly to see your idol in front of you. “I’m Daveed.” He introduced himself to you but you stood there, stunned. Soon you snap out of your daze and can clearly see again. Daveed stood tall, his hair still puffy,and his smile wide greeting you.
“Hi, it’s a honor to meet you.” You confessed sticking out your hand to shake. He grabs it and shakes it lightly. You turn back to the sign you were just staring at. “This is crazy.” You admitted looking at your name across the bottom. Clipping right above it.
“Tell me about it, I haven’t had a gig in weeks.” He jokes looking at the sign with you. He steps to be next to you.
“Well this is my first gig ever so wish me luck.” You joked back but you still felt a little unsteady. He turns to face you, his eyes towering over your’s.
“You’ll do fine. I know they will love you.” He states in a soothing tone. You turn back to him, a little more calm.
“Thanks.” You replied politely. “Maybe we should go backstage. I haven’t even eaten yet.” You shared in a casual tone. Walking toward the backstage door. Daveed agrees and follows you inside. After finding your way inside, you get to the dressing room. A couch over in one corner, two large mirrors in another corner. You walk over to one of the desk and set down you Make up bag. Daveed runs and jumps onto the couch and sighs. You turn to look at him, one of your eyebrows raised at him. “What do you think you doing?” You questioned him.
“They only have one dressing room. I thought I would get the couch.” He shrugged propping his feet up on a table in front of the couch. You huffed, turning around to face the small mirror in front of the desk. “Something wrong, sweetheart?” He says tautly. You turn to face him, a little annoyed at him for being called that. He throws up his hands in defense, and he laughs behind them.
“Okay I know I just meet you, but-” You start, but get cut off by Daveed.
“You already love me.” He interrupts smirking.
“I already don’t like you.” You quipped turning away. You dig thru your Makeup bag until you find you concealer. You streak lines under your eyes and blended them into the rest of your make up. “Where is the rest of the group?” You questioned him, in the mirror you see him sit up from the couch. He was looking at his shoes.
“They will be here 20 minutes before it starts. So you’re stuck with me.” He grumbles, standing up afterward. You watch him walk toward the door, then turn back to you. “Follow me, you need to see this.” He conjured look at you thru the mirror.
The chair moves with you as you stand up, walking over to Daveed. He flashes a smile at you then leads you down the hall. Once you pass a door, stairs are revealed leading up to the roof. He steps out of the way for you and you climb up the stairs. Cool air blows against your skin as you swing open the roof door. Outside the sun was starting to set, a orange-pink tint painted the sky. Down on the streets you could hear cars and people walking. You begin to think, ‘This is the Californian experience. What I wanted all my life’ But was interrupted by Daveed’s voice.
“Pretty huh?” He wondered look up at the sky with you. Your legs move you close to the edge of the building, then your eyes break away from the sky to see the city below. A group of college kids walked across the street, laughing in unison. The car’s were humming as the passed by the building you were on. You turn back to Daveed, who has stopped looking at the sky and was looking at you. He admired the way you admired things. The way you stared at the world around you. He was smiling, his eyes meets your. “I wish I could say this sky is prettier than your beauty, but I would be lying.” He coyed at you. Your cheeks immediately heating up. He steps closer to you to where there were, only a few inches away from your faces.
“Daveed?” I breathed. He could feel your breathe on his face. He stepped back.
“I’m sorry. I-I just couldn’t help-. And I wasn’t thinking and I will go.” He begins to rant under his breathe, bashing himself for being so careless. You just stood there as he walked towards the door you just came from. Your brain was running a marathon inside your head and you couldn’t think straight. Then as the wind blew against, you turned around with it. The sky was dark now, the sun nowhere to be found.
“Daveed.” You whispered into the night, his name rolling off your tongue.
“(F/N), we have 15 minutes til the show, if you want to get ready.” A voice called out. You turned to see Will, one of the band members at the door.
“Yeah, okay thanks! I will be there shortly!” You hollered back. For an hour you say up there by yourself. Not wanting to go downstairs to meet Daveed. Finally you moved from your spot to your dressing room, Daveed nowhere to be found. You fixed what ever you could with your Makeup and walked towards the stage. On the other side of the curtain was more than 80 people packed in tight, waiting for a show. Then someone walks behind you, placing their hand on your shoulder.
“You will do fine, just breathe.” A voice comforted. You could tell it was Daveed. You looked down to your shoes.
“Thanks.” You mumbled not daring to look up. Then from the other side of the curtain, a voice rang out your name, Clippings name behind yours. You jumped to action and ran out onto the stage, Daveed following you. Will and John were already out on stage. Two days before the show everyone agreed to go back and forth with the songs so you were up first. Will started the beat you made when you locked yourself in your room for 2 days. Those were hardest two day in your life.
“Hey babe, i don’t mean to be a bother.” You sang in a taunting way, rolling your hair around your finger. “But i heard you been talkin’ shit. Trying to be baller!” You began to rap faster, your voice more rough.
The crowd was cheering, some of them knew the words as you continued to rap faster and faster, the words rolling off your tongue like ice. You pumped your fist in the air as your finished your first song of the night. As soon as the last beat rang, Daveeds song started playing.
“Holler out to your city if you ride for it. Let em’ know why you for for it.” He rang out, his voice was steady. He swayed his hips to beat and moved his hand to the words. Even you had to admit, he was the a show himself. The way he moved made you a little unsteady. Soon his song was over and it was back to you.
“Filling up that bank account,” You began. “Better cash that check. Got a large amounts, so baby I can flex. ” This beat was the star of the show in this song, it took you 1 month to completely finish it and it was your best work. “One to zero’ where’s your hero.” You rapped, then you remembered the part you friend would have rapped was coming up. You turned to Daveed, who was sitting in a chair on the side of the stage drink water and watching you. You moved your head to the right signaling for his help. He understood and sprung up right when the part came on.
You were taking aback from the fact that Daveed listened to your music, let alone know how to rap it. When he finished his part it was back to you, you sang the chorus then went to the last verse, which was the fastest.
“Fist bloody, money! Gettin’ for the hunny’. Nose runny, think it funny. I’m runnin’, winnin’, Tripppin’ , spinnin’. Stop drop, hold. No one needs to know,load. Bullets from the windows,” You rapped faster and faster as Daveed watched. You glanced at him to see his mouth hung open, and you tried your best not to giggle at him. Then your song was over. Everyone cheered and hollered for you and Daveed. The rest of the night went like that,going back and forth. When you all were tired Daveed grabs the Mic to thank everyone for coming.
“Thank you for showing up and being a amazing crowd! We had so much fun and would like to see you again! Also albums are over by the bar, both (F/N)’s and Clipping.’s so pick them up! Good night!” He walked off the stage, you close behind his trail. You ran and jumped on the couch before Daveed could, laughing at how much fun you had tonight.
“Wow.” You whispered to yourself. Daveed picked up on what you said.
“Crazy huh? It’s like that every night.” He laughs look at you on the couch. Your eyes were drifting shut and your whole body aches from rapping for so long. “You okay? You look like you need a drink.” He insisted walking out before you could stop him. Looking up at the ceiling, your eyes begin to drift shut. You weren’t asleep, but you weren’t moving either. Just a stall in your conscience. Then you heard two pairs of footsteps coming towards the dressing room. Daveed turns the corner with two beers. Rafael was behind him, sipping on his own beer.
“Thanks.” You replied taking one of the beers from him. Your legs move down from the couch so everyone can sit. The phone next to you buzzed, you picked it up.
‘Hey hoe, how was the show?’ The text message read. It was your best friend Mattie. You giggled reading it.
‘Hey! It was great! They loved it!’ You replied back setting it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. It buzzed but you didn’t check it, you wanted to be with Daveed and Rafa.
They were watching you, kind of like Daveed did on the roof. You noticed your cheeks getting red, hoping it wasn’t too noticeable. Rafa was on the other side of Daveed, who was sitting next to you. Then Anthony walks in, another one of your idol’s since day one. You were a little star struck but you held it down.
“Hey!” Anthony beamed walking to one of the chairs in front of the couch. You hear tiny footsteps from outside, then you see Jasmine.
“Ant! You left me!” She fumed pulling up a chair next to him.
“Sorry babe.” He assured her putting his arm around her. Anthony’s eye’s flash back from you and Daveed. His eyebrow shot up, when his eyes attached to Daveeds. “So Daveed?” Anthony agonized.
“It’s not like that Ant, just shut the hell up!” Daveed protested. You begin to see where Anthony was coming from. You were really close to Daveed, almost in his lap. His arm was on the back frame of the couch, which was right above your shoulders. All together you looked like a couple.
“Woah! Chill Diggs!” Rafa urged Daveed. “Don’t get to demanding on you first beer!” He mocked. Daveed glared at Rafa and if looked could kill, Rafa would be six feet under.
“So (F/N)!” Jasmine chimed in, stopping the intense battle between Rafa and Daveed. “You killed it out there! Everyone loved you!” She praised to you. But of course you thought otherwise.
“No,the were all here for Daveed, I know.” You shrugged off the complement. Everyone’s heads turning to you with the most shocked faces.
“Oh my god! Are you crazy?!” Jasmine yowled at you, her voice rang in your ears. “If you stayed to see the line for your album! Man! No one was even at Daveeds!” She yelped.
“Hey!” Daveed blurted in a teasing way. He chunked a small round pillow at her, but Anthony caught it. Ant pointed a finger at Daveed to watch it, he giggles.
“Thanks, Jas.” You faltered. Everyone has been chugging their beer while you have barely made a dint.
“More beers?” Rafael beseeched standing up of the couch. He searched the room so see if everyone was finished. He stops at your full glass. “You know you’re drinking that, right?” Rafa imported pointing to your cup. You looked down at it, not really wanting to have to chug it. Then Daveed grabs your leg, tight.
“Chug Chug.” He began in a whisper. He started to get louder as the rest of the group joined in.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” The hollered, pumping their fist toward the sky. You closed your eyes and began chugging it. In 5 glups you finished the beer. You eyes watered and you wiped the beer dripping from your face. Everyone cheered and hooted. Rafael grabbed all of the mug then walked out. Daveed sat closer now, if that even was possible. He didn’t move his hand on your thigh as everyone chatted.
“I want to play a game!” Anthony requested. “Who’s with me?” He asked. We all looked at his, confused at where he was going with this. “Oh come on! Just like one game of spin the bottle.” He insisted.
“Nope! No way I’m kissing you Ant!” Daveed remarked. Just as he said that Rafael walked in.
“Woah, Ant? You’re gay?” Rafa teased sitting down to the couch with 5 beers in hand. He placed them on the table and everyone reached for one.
“No! I want to play spin the bottle!” He reassured Rafa. “But! No kissing same sex, better?” He asked Daveed and Rafa.
“Sure.” They grumble in unison.
“Perfect!” He chuckled, his quickly finished is beer and places the glass bottle on the table. Clearing anything in the way. “Who’s first?” Anthony asked looking at everyone’s faces. You raised your hand to signal you wanted to go. You moved to the edge of the couch, Daveeds hand sliding off. Your hand reached out and spun the bottle. Who ever it lands on will be your first kiss of the night. It spun for what seemed like forever till it slowed down. It stops directly on Daveed. Everyone begins to hoot and holler around you two.
“So-” You started, biting you lip. He looked in your eyes, what he saw was his world. He saw the sun set and your smile. The stage, and your rapping, the dressing room and your giggle. Then his lips crash on your’s, pushing you back a little. Everyone was cheering in the background, but you couldn’t hear that, not over what was happening. He’s lips melted into your’s, as his hand made its way up your shirt. It was rough, making you want more and more. Then he pulls away, making you lay there for a second in a daze. Everyone was watching and giggling. Jasmine and Rafael high five each other, as you sit back up. Daveeds arm open for you to slide under. You accept and curled into his chest. Everyone goes back to playing. Laughing and giggling like usually. Jasmine spins the bottle when Daveed whispers in your ear.
Today is the first semifinal of the Eurovision Song Contest 2017, and as usual I will be liveblogging it. So, unless you want your dashboard to be filled with glittery gifs and weird out-of-context text posts in days to come, I’d recommend blacklisting tags esc 2017 and eurovision - I will be using both in all of my ESC related posts and reblogs.
(⊙﹏⊙✿) Ooookay. I had the sketch stuffed in the virtual back of my art folder… never to see the light of the internet…ever. And then today i opened my Sai and suddenly this happened. In basically one go.
Full version should be unter the cut.. if.. i am not messing this up. I hope i don’t.
Marinette is taken aback by the fact that Chat had a transformation sequence planned from the very first time he transformed. When her brain short circuits she lets a certain little tidbit slip about her identity.
“Wait, so you’re telling me that magic girl anime are your favorite?” Chat’s eyes were bright as he adamantly nodded his head. His enthusiasm was contagious and Marinette caught herself smiling back at him.
“La prima volta che ti vidi non avrei mai immaginato che saresti diventato talmente importante per me. Non avrei mai nemmeno osato credere che mi avresti resa felice solamente con la tua presenza, una cosa così semplice, ma che vale così tanto.”
The last fifteen minutes really ruined what was, until then, a perfectly
serviceable episode. It really flew by, up until that point, and I kinda liked it.
It was dumb but fun :D
I even liked the hypnotism angle, but I must say, I
think the problem persists; yet again, the episode had an interesting premise,
but it failed to take advantage of it. Why not go into the practicalities of hypnosis? Where was Huang to get on
that stand and explain it in detail? Speaking of, wouldn’t Barba talk to an
“expert” during the trial? Why not make a show if it and demonstrate hypnosis?
Wouldn’t that be fun to watch?
OK, guys, I’m going to be honest. I’m of two minds, when it comes to this
episode. Sonny-wise, the episode was fantastic (and let’s be honest, that’s
always my main concern lol), the premise was fun, we got Barba working with the
entire team, not just Liv, and the case itself (the investigation of it, at
least) was twisty enough to remain enjoyable.
From a legal standpoint, this episode was laughably bad. It honestly left
me baffled. Who wrote this? The last fifteen minutes were ridiculous. No way
would Barba ever get a conviction based on what we saw. I’ll expand on that in
a minute (in EXTENSIVE detail), but first let’s start with the good.
Sonny and Continuity
A lot of great stuff in this episode! Sonny pulled a classic Sonny, and
looked into the case thoroughly, going above and beyond and finding information about out a crime
which was committed out of state. He even dug up a civil suit. That’s
absolutely consistent with the Sonny we know. It’s what he’s always done. He
never gives up, he finds smart ways to work around the obstacles and solve the
I also appreciated that Sonny showed real empathy when he heard the first
victim had died. Peter played that little moment so well. Both the surprise and
the sadness. What I loved most about it, was that it didn’t feel like he was
thinking “oh shoot, there goes our witness.” It felt like the old Sonny, the
one who used to cross himself when he found a dead body. The Sonny who’d take
the time to grieve, just for a moment, when confronted with the death of a
stranger as opposed to last week’s Sonny, who dismissed actual death
threats like he didn’t give a shit lol.
And I do always love it when Sonny cracks a case with his research. Even
though he didn’t actually crack it, because what the fuck? But, again, more on
Sonny’s Love Life
Wait, Sonny has a legit girlfriend that’s been mentioned more than once?
Can we meet her, please? I’ve always wanted to see him happy and in love :D and
making out with someone lol. I just wish we knew more about her. A
name, even. Wouldn’t Amanda know her name? She and Carisi are obviously
buddies. So far, the info we got on her is a) her bra size (classy, SVU writers)
and b) that she’s into that raw food trend. I like that, actually. It fits
Sonny. He seems like he’d totally be up for trying new experiences food-wise and
otherwise, and this could be their thing, going around random
restaurants and trying to convince each other to eat weird dishes, lol.
I love it when our characters are shown to have lives outside the “show”, but can we actually see it?
Can we see Sonny all flirty and cute? If they don’t want to cast anyone new
(because they seem averse to creating new characters), can’t we at least see,
like, Sonny smiling as he talks on the phone, or as he reads a text, with Fin
teasing him about it? Or something? Please? :D
I was surprised Barba was the one to suggest hypnotism. Way to think
outside the box! I’m not sure he was the best person to do that (he seems like
a total skeptic who’d shoot that theory down immediately), but I bought the excuse of him having come across it before. Plus, I loved that he was the one who got to solve the case,
for a change. And I also liked how the entire team, Barba included, spent
several scenes brainstorming together. I had missed that. Barba in the
precinct, with the entire squad.
Aaaaand that’s where the fun ends, and the pedantic/annoyed part of my post
Why on Earth would Barba take legal advice from Liv? Why would he ever play that tape for the jury? If
that’s not reasonable doubt, I don’t know what is. Why would he follow Liv’s
actual instructions? She’s not a lawyer! She directly affected
the case, in a way that could have been detrimental, even though Barba seemed
like he knew better (since he tried to talk her out of it, before folding as
always), and the way the episode chose to resolve that was by having Liv and
Barba drinkin’ it up at a bar.
Liv’s mistake was never identified as such, and it took Sonny “deus ex
machina” Carisi and his random discovery to save the day.
Even though it shouldn’t have. Which brings me to:
Me for the first like 45 minutes: OK BUT WHERE IS RITA???
Me when Rita appeared: YASSSSSS QUEEN
Me at the end of the episode: NOOOOO QUEEN
Where do I begin?
Why was Barba acting like hypnosis was sure to be accepted as 100% real and
effective by a court of law, let alone a jury in its entirety? Why did he seem
to “suddenly” realize he had no case (which, d’oh) at the halfway mark, only for Liv to wrongly convince
him otherwise? And, even if Barba did manage to stumble upon a group of jurors
who all believe in hypnosis, why didn’t he bother actually proving anything?
To get a conviction, Barba would have to prove that:
hypnosis is real,
hypnosis can be powerful enough to make a woman consent to sex against
Trask has the skill to hypnotize people,
Trask actually hypnotized this specific victim, and
Trask raped this specific victim.
None of that was ever proven. None.
Like I said, no expert was shown explaining just what hypnotism entails. No
proof was given that Trask even knew how to do that (so what if his mentor
taught him, does that mean he now knows how to do it perfectly?). There was an
actual tape with the victim’s ‘consent’ that was played but not actually
And oh Lord. That old case Sonny dug up. WHERE. DO. I. BEGIN.
What defense attorney, hell, what judge would allow a totally random arrest
from over 20 years ago to be brought up into a totally unrelated criminal
trial? Not to mention, no one even bothered to point out that the defendant was a drug addict at the
time (22. YEARS. AGO), and he had since “changed.”
To be fair, the writers tried to make it work, with Barba asking Trask if
he had ever been arrested, to “open the door” to bringing up the previous
arrest (and also to get Trask to lie on the stand). Problem is, Trask only lied
about the arrest itself, not about the specifics of it. With that in mind,
Barba would only be able to mention the arrest itself, to contradict Trask’s
testimony and present him as a liar. But he’d never be able to introduce the actual details of the arrest,
the actual facts of that old case.
Barba would need to ask something specific to open that door. Something like, “Have you ever been accused of anything
like this before? A man in your position, wealthy and surrounding himself with
drugs and beautiful women,” blah blah. If Trask had lied about that, then Barba
would have been able to bring up a similar case from the past (even the case of
the dead woman mentioned previously).
Unfortunately, there was nothing similar about the case Sonny found. No relevance, no probative value. A drug
addict, ill and scared, letting someone die? Over 20 years ago? An expunged
arrest, no conviction? That was prejudicial as fuck. Rita would have it thrown out in 3 seconds. Many times, prosecutors can’t even mention actual (and
relevant) convictions, because it would be prejudicial, unless the specific
convictions have a significant probative value relating to the case on hand.
Same goes for that half-assed “confession” to Trask’s mentor-slash-friend.
Trask never mentioned this specific victim. That was circumstantial as fuck. I’m
embarrassed on Rita’s behalf for losing this mess of a case. The old Rita would
Legally speaking, this was a total circus. Barba proved nothing. No way would the jury find Trask guilty. No way would
Rita Fucking Calhoun let any of that fly. This is Dana Lewis levels of
character assassination, in my book.
Is Liv working reception now? Didn’t she used to have an office? Where her
subordinates could reach her, if a victim wanted to speak to “someone in
charge”? You’re a Lieutenant, sis! Let someone else man the doors!
Amanda didn’t judge a victim, for once, and the case involved drugs!
Fin listening to that lady for like 5 minutes? YES. His face was the
highlight of the episode. Fin himself was the highlight of the episode, actually. So many great lines, and Ice-T was clearly having fun.
Speaking of, we got Fin joking! And Carisi joking! And Amanda laughing! Who are these
people? I don’t recognize them :D
Seriously though, I really appreciated the attempt for a more ‘lighthearted’
episode, but the writers should have stopped themselves riiiiiight before giving Rollins the line, ‘look deep into my eyes,
you’re under arrest.’ Because no.
I wrote this, like….three years ago? May as well share it instead of letting it rot in my hardrive.
The ghost was crying. Nothing new; she’d been doing that a lot since Valerie and Phantom first found her. Phantom claimed it was separation anxiety, though how a ghost—young or not—could have such a human response to being lonely was believed to be impossible. They didn’t have feelings. But whatever the reason for the baby’s crying, Phantom was usually able to calm her down.
The problem was, Phantom was out searching for the baby’s parents. He was supposed to be back soon—according to Valerie’s schedule—but in the meantime, the baby was stuck with Valerie. And neither ghost baby nor ghost hunter approved of this arrangement.