in charge of the board is definitely missing his calling being an artist. What
is this illustration of the victims? CPD is killing me. Or my curse of picking
up the tiniest details is killing me.
for the writers to stop throwing crap in linstead’s road to forever love and instead spend screen time focusing on other characters and their arcs bc this ‘let’s not explain lindsay and halstead’s dark and murky pasts and instead use them as excuses to throw random wrenches into the fandom’s favorite ship with no character or relationship progression afterwards’ is getting old and is not popular among ANYONE.
like seriously - you’re introducing all these characters with so much potential, and yet you’re abandoning all of them to mess with linstead…WHY? like hell yeah i’d love some halstead angst but it all has to come from SOMEWHERE and as a tv show you really need to get your crap together and remember you have OTHER CHARACTERS AND OTHER SHIPS AND OTHER ASPECTS TO LINSTEAD SUCH AS THE FUTURE, FOR ONE.
i love hearing about their pasts, but not when they come out of nowhere, alright? it’s not character development when they’re forced to confront a personal demon; it’s character development when they feel comfortable enough with other characters to confide in them and offer that demon to share, because that’s what relationships are.
sto seguendo l’agonia senza fine della politica italiana e le mosse dall’oltretomba della sinistra italiana come una a cui ancora interessa votare mi chiedo quando la smetterò di punirmi e perdere tempo con cose intuili
Prompt: Hello love I really really really love your work!! Could you write an imagine with #13 and Connor Rhodes???
“I lost our baby.”
Pairing: Connor Rhodes/Reader.
Triggers: Miscarriage and sadness.
Hearing the paramedics bang on her door, Y/N finally realized this was happening.“Y/N!” She heard Dawson yell through the door. Eventually, they finally got the door open, to see her sitting on the floor; bawling her eyes out.“Hey, hey.. What happened?” Dawson asked her, kneeling down beside her.“It’s my fault, Gabby. I-it’s all my fault.” She cried out, Gabby looking at her with soft eyes.
“What’s your fault, sweetheart?” Her bottom lip quivering, she spoke again,“I think I just miscarried.” She whispered gently, tears falling rapidly down her cheeks.“Come on. We need to get you to the hospital.” Brett leaned down to help Y/N off the floor.“Can you walk?” Sniffling, she nodded. They walked her to the stretcher and eventually made their way to Med. This was going to be rough.
“Don’t tell Connor I’m here.” She pleaded with Maggie. Reluctantly, Maggie agreed. “Y/N?” She heard. Thank God it was only Will.“What happened?” Gabby kept a tight grip on her friends hand.“We think she may have miscarried.” Will frowned softly.“How far along are you?” Sniffling, she looked up at Will.“Three months.” Inhaling softly, he replied.“Well. After the three month mark, your chance for miscarriage are very slim, but not impossible.”
After they got her settled, Will then ran a few tests. After a couple of hours, they got the results, and it wasn’t very comforting.“I’m so sorry, Y/N..” Will trailed off as the female began to cry. Hearing running footsteps, Connor was infront of them in an instant. “Y/N. What happened, baby?” He asked aloud, grabbing the chart from Will. His face began to soften.“I lost our baby, Connor.” She whispered out.“That’s what happened. I’m a failure.” She cried out as Connor wrapped her in a tight hug.
“This isn’t your fault.” He whispered.“These things happen.” Running his hand through her hair gently, he pressed a kiss to her temple.“We’re going to get through this. I promise.”