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books-and-or-wine · 3 years

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Fifth Post / Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

Two for one post coming at you HOT! I read these books in rapid succession and, as they are a duology, I figured it makes sense to post about them together. I confess that I am starting to fall behind with my posting... but I refuse to give-up on this self-imposed exercise!!

I’m gonna shake things up a bit here -- rather than follow my usual review format I would like to take this opportunity to present you with my thesis on:

SIX OF CROWS and CROOKED KINGDOM by LEIGH BARDUGO....

... AS VIEWED THROUGH A BROOKLYN NINE-NINE LENSE.

SO literally the entire time I was reading these books I couldn’t help but think about the recurring Halloween Heist episodes found in each season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. You know the ones. Six of Crows centers around one big heist, while Crooked Kingdom has a series of heists that are pulled off to varying degrees of success. The key players belong to a gang called The Dregs, and I couldn’t help but notice some striking similarities between the gang members and members of the 99th precinct.

I haven’t done any internet trolling to see if this comparison already exists elsewhere, so apologies in advance if I’m not being as original and clever as I think I’m being. Also shout-out to my friends KC and JC for workshopping this IRON CLAD analysis with me. They confirmed this is legit, and I trust their judgment unwaveringly.

1. Kaz / Captain Holt

Kaz is the boss of The Dregs; Captain Holt is the boss of the 99th precinct. While this makes the parallel between the two obvious, there are deeper reasons I believe Kaz and Captain Holt are one.

Both Kaz and the Captain present a stony exterior, but they’ve got a lot more feels going on inside than they’d care to admit (to themselves or to others).

They care deeply about their crew members and would do pretty much anything to protect them.

Not opposed to tough love.

Both have had to face adversity on their climb through the ranks to the top -- the Captain as an openly gay black police officer, and Kaz as one of the youngest gang bosses in Ketterdam.

Have made enemies along the way (see: Madeline Wuntch, Pekka Rollins, the Disco Strangler, Jan Van Eck...).

And of course, Kaz and the Captain are clearly the best characters of their respective series. I rest my case.

2. Inej / Rosa

Rosa and Inej and are *the* most badass characters of their series. No one can hold a candle to these fierce femmes.

All black all the time -- Inej and Rosa have mastered the look.

Both are pros at their jobs and they’re not afraid to work hard.

Masters of the stake-out.

The secret glue that holds their crews together -- everyone would be lost without them (Boyle especially). Just look what happened that time Inej was kidnapped?!

Both have mysterious pasts -- or they are at least protective of their pasts/the details of their personal lives. No one even knew where Rosa lived for like 3 seasons. Talk about stealth mode.

Can and will kick your ass.

Admittedly Inej is has a warmer disposition than Rosa, but we all know Rosa is a softy on the inside. And okay okay, I know I said Kaz and Captain Holt are the best characters, but I might have spoken too soon....

3. Nina / Gina

Well, first of all, it rhymes -- so it must be true.

Nina and Gina are the sass-QWEENS of their series.

Witty, funny, confident, smart, beautiful, literally magic (either on the dance floor or raising the dead).

They know their worth. As I said before: QWEENS.

Unapologetically themselves.

Gina and Nina know how to indulge in the little pleasures of life and we should all take a page out of their books.

I would say Gina’s character is more selfish, whereas Nina is quite selfless (ummmm, hello, she basically sacrificed herself to get the crew out of Fjerda), but Gina has been known to be secretly thoughtful. Also: I think if Nina had a cellphone her emoji game would be on point. I dare you to disagree.

4. Jesper / Jake

Goofy.

Charming.

Daddy issues.

Good with a gun.

Bad with money.

Need I say more? No. NEXT.

5. Matthias / Terry

I think this might be my favourite parallel.

Matthias and Terry embody the older brother figure who is too cool to hang out with his younger siblings... but then somehow gets wrangled into the younger siblings’ shenanigans. And has to bail said siblings out of said shenanigans when everything goes to hell.

Older brother or mother hen?

Literal Adonis body.

Both are role models -- as fighters, leaders, warriors, and just generally noble and good peeps.

Did I mention muscles?

I wonder if Matthias loves yogurt....

6. Wylan / Boyle

This checks out:

Both are keen to prove their chops to the team -- although they seem to be getting by on dumb luck half of the time.

Have weird relationships with their dads (different weird, but weird all the same).

Obsessed with Jesper/Jake.

Fierce ginger vibes (see: Boyle dressed as Mario Batali).

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.

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spadesinglasses · 4 years

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Julie and the Phantoms (Series)

OMFG SPOILERS SPOILERS. If you’re mobile, scroll down quick or sth.

OKAY FIRST THING FIRST. A LIL DISCLOSURE.

I started Julie and the Phantoms because of Alex and Willie.

Now onto the actual reaction

OMFG IT WAS SO FUCKING GREAT.

MY EXPECTATIONS WERE BELOW AVERAGE BUT HOLY SHIT.

KENNY ORTEGA DID IT AGAIN PEOPLE. HE DID IT AGAIN.

Let’s do this by sections.

Plot

Character

Relationships

Soundtrack

Bonus : Actors

What I Want for Season 2

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THE PLOT

To those who are interested to know about the series before watching it here’s the plot.

The series started with 90′s boys in a band (Sunset Curve) who died after eating bad hotdog. Now they were brought back to earth to help young Julie and also rock the world with their music. Hence, Julie and the Phantoms.

Throughout the season, they all deal with high school woes, a discounted Sharpay Evans with Ryan Evans being her actual boyfriend this time, and their asshole father who is actually the only band member who survived in Sunset Curve.

On top of that Lifer mess (Lifer is a term that they used for people who are alive) they are also dealing with a bad ghost called Caleb, portrayed by the amazing Cheyenne Jackson. Think of it has a Hades 2.0 from Descendants but is actually irredeemably bad.

Also there’s a plot about Julie’s mother. It’s been hinted, and expressed that Julie’s mother was Julie’s connection to Sunset Curve and why the three boys appeared to her when she played their CD. In the first episode, there’s a scene where Luke and Trevor and Reggie were flirting with a woman named Rosa. I believe she’s Julie’s mother.

Watching the series brought me so much joy. I may be old, and not the target audience for this show but damn did it bring me such happiness.

There’s also subplots around. Like Luke’s family plot, and then Willie and Alex’s plot. Both are resolved by the end of the series.

Hmm what else. That is all!

General reaction to the plot is that it’s mostly generic. Young girl helped by a band of dudes and they sing to happiness. It’s very High school musical 1. With the shy girl and the guy who wants to push her to singing. But in this case, it actually makes sense lol.

As soon as I reached the last episode, I kept on wondering how on earth they’ll get a season 2 and what the plot would be. If the phantoms crossed over or got destroyed at the end there’ll be no season 2 anymore. Unless they sign servitude under Caleb and Julie has to do everything to free them again.

SURPRISINGLY or maybe not. It got all resolved in the end by a hug (very disney. Netflix i see you)

Despite this ending, IT WAS ACTUALLY GREAT. AND KEPT ME WANTING MORE. The ending was lackluster but it was goddamn emotional. There was no big fight scene between ghosts or confrontation that happened. BUT DAMN WAS IT SATISFYING. AND THEN THEY SHOWED HOW SEASON 2 WILL BEGIN.

Not gonna lie that end scene both intrigued me and exhausted me. Poor Nick did nothing wrong but Caleb has to fuck it all up. Sad really, sad.

THE CHARACTERS

The characters consists of :

Julie - Our protagonist. She is a 16 year old girl in high school who lost her mom for some reason. Because of it, she stopped singing as it reminds her of her mom too much.

Luke - Our love interest. Luke is the vocalist and guitarist of Sunset Curve. He’s the running love interest of our protagonist and a complete softie. He’s cuteeee.

Alex - Alex is the drummer of Sunset Curve. This person is hilarious with his dry humor. The one that makes sense most of the time? xD

Reggie - REGGIE MY BOY. Reggie, full name Reginald, is the bassist of Sunset Curve. He’s a dumbo. Also I’m quite sure he loves daddies. He just doesn’t know yet lol. Either he probably likes Julie’s father, or sees the guy as his father figure.

Flynn - FLYYN MY GIRL! FLYNN IS LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES REASON AND LOGIC IN THE GROUP. Girlie is the most amazing friend one can hope so. She takes no bullshit and has no time to liars. SHE ALSO STRAIGHTENED UP JULIE AND SHE WAS BEING SELFISH. Literally, kudos to this girl or else i would’ve found that subplot VERY ANNOYING. Again, praise this girl and all her contributions. THE PERFECT WINGWOMAN.

Sub characters are :

Carrie Wilson - the discounted Sharpay Evans. Like I’m sorry to miss Sharpay she doesn’t deserve to be compared to Carrie but I’m quite sure Carrie’s idol is Sharpay lol.

Nick - Nick is the initial love interest of our protagonist. He’s bland. The 95% off Ryan Evans of the show.

Trevor Wilson - The asshole. He’s the second guitarist in Sunset Curve. He lived because he was trying to shoot his shot to Julie’s mother*

*See above the plot part, i wrote it there.

Caleb Covington - Our resident ghost baddie. As if having a antagonist who is alive is not enough, Caleb is the biggest baddie that basically hinders.

Willia or William - Willie is a sub character that befriended our dear drummer. He’s a sweet skater boy who just wanna be left alone by bad people. He’s portrayed by Boo Boo Stewart and wears low crop top. He’s hoooot.

THE RELATIONSHIPS

We have two main relationships in the show.

Julie and Luke

Alex and Willie

Let’s start with Julie and Luke.

Julie and Luke

Half of the season these two has no chemistry at all. Their scenes were cute but there was really nothing to go on other than that (I will talk about a probably why that they didn’t have much scenes in the bonus actor section later)

But then the next half came and oooh. I see it. Julie was there during Luke’s loneliness for his parents. They also have this dancing thingy that was just cuteeee.

Alex and Willie

THE GAY BOYS.

I love my gay boys so much ;A;

Alex and Willie met when they had this little meet-cute. Willie “pancaked” Alex xD it was so adorable. The two hit it quickly. Willie’s very “law-abiding” personality was such a turn on for Alex that homie just followed him around.

Willie helped Alex embrace his ghostiness and actually taught him multiple tricks. He was there when Alex was overwhelmed by his emotions and band mates and reality. And Alex was there as Wille’s new friend. It was all adorable.

They had this mini rift going on because of Caleb but Willie pulled through and was just amazing.

The gays won this time. We got two boys who keep on hugging and smiling at one another. I wish there was a kiss tho. I was really expecting it.

Extra : Reggie and Ray Molina

This extra bit is for Reggie and Julie’s father, Ray Molina.

These two has such a one sided amazing relationship. I love it when Reggie is on the screen with Ray. They were adorable! Not much to say other than what I already said in their character parts xD.

THE SOUNDTRACK

The SOUNDTRACK IS BOMB. IMMA PLAY THIS FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG.

The anthem of the show is called “edge of great” it’s very great lol.

Let’s rank it up shall we?

Flying Solo

Wake Up

Stand Tall

Wow

This Band is Back

Unsaid Emily

All Eyes On Me

Perfect Harmony

Finally Free

I Got the Music

Edge of Great

The Other Side of Hollywood

Bright

Now or Never

You Got Nothing to Lose

Agree or Disagree. You do you boo.

Flying Solo has been my favorite because of how different it sounds compare to the other songs of the album. The emotional investment to it about appreciating a friend is just honestly amazing to me. I love the scene between Flynn and Julie and hope that we get more personal scenes with just them both.

The shots for Wake Up is just mesmerizing. The spotlight they used to shine through the garage and gave this golden silhouette was just great! The piano scene was also emotional and the boys just standing behind her. Suuuuch goooood shoooooot.

BONUS : ACTORS

I only have one thing to say for this.

And that is about Madison Reyes and Charlie Gillespie.

From what I researched, Madison is just 16. While Charlie is already 22.

It’s probably the reason why there were no kiss scenes, or other more romantic scenes between the two. While watching the show, it actually did not bother me that much. I only researched their age during the dancing part scene of them. It was really a surprise seeing that Madison is just 16. She has pipesss.

WHAT I WANT FOR SEASON 2

I WANT ALEX AND WILLIE TO KISSS. GIVE US MORE ROMANTIC SCENES BETWEEN THE TWOO PLEASEEEEE.

and to those who will tell me to “just let two gays be friends without making anything romantic” That’s your opinion, you already expressed, so move on. Its been taken into account, and I personally trash it.

Not saying the sentiment is trash, but just please tell that to somebody else lol.

i WANT SCENES THAT SHOW AND DEAL WITH REGGIE AND ALEX’S PARENTS.

We already got a glimpse of Luke’s parents issues and the resolution. Reggie and Alex has their own demons and pasts to deal with. I really wish they would show us that. Reggie with his divorced parents, and Alex with his homophobic good for nothing, shitty as fuck, demon parents.

Honestly, i hope they don’t redeem those homophobes, because not all homophobes can be redeemed, or get their heads out of their asses. But knowing shows like this they’ll probably do it. Whatever.

I WANT CALEB TO DISAPPEAR

i don’t wanna see him anymore. Make him go away.

MAYBE REDEEM CARRIE QUESTION MARK?

This one I’m on the fence. Carrie’s circumstance is not similar to Sharpay. It will be difficult for me to care shit about this character. But her father is Trevor so we already got a glimpse of why she’s so entitled as fuck. The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree.

If they are going to redeem her. They better make it great or else it’ll look so cheap.

FLYNNN

GIVE FLYNN A MUCH BIGGER ROLE TO THE PLOT. HAVE HER DO SOMETHING DRASTIC THAT CHANGES THE GAME. I DUNNO, I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH. THEY BETTER NOT FUCK IT UP.

I don’t know anymore what to write. If I forget something else, you’ll probably find it in my personal julie and the phantoms tag lol.

THAT IS ALL.

THE SHOW IS GREAT. THE ALBUM IS GREAT. THE PLOT IS GREAT.

LURVE IT.

#julie and the phantoms #netflix #glass thoughts

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softpine · 4 years

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hi brandi! question timeee. What events, if any, do you think needed to gone different in order for Cara/Dannys relationship to survive? Obviously I love Vaseline, but I'm just curious if there was ever a slight possibility they could have made it out okay. Also what would have happened to Beth? Would she have been able to move on?

omg first of all, i love this question so much 😭💖 a universe where danny/cara actually make it probably goes like this: as a teenager, cara never lies about quitting smoking, she actually takes danny’s help and quits for real. she’s still rebellious and self destructive (i mean come on, she’s cara) but she at least sticks through senior year instead of getting herself expelled. that summer, she and danny go to DSV together, but with both of their parents’ support, so they don’t have to work grueling jobs, just normal ones. cara would have told beth that she was leaving, and they would’ve kept close in touch (like they always promised they would), and there would still be that feeling that there’s something more between them, but they never would’ve kissed, so nothing would really change. plus, the distance would calm things down. danny & cara’s relationship would probably still be rocky in DSV, because cara wanted to be an actress and it’s clear that that just won’t happen for her. maybe danny even starts to get recognized for his music, which would really make cara feel sad & left behind. but they would work through it, and they would be growing up together instead of growing apart. maybe after a few years, they would get tired of the city, and move back home. beth would be a professional dancer in newcrest, and would be almost over cara. there will always be that feeling of “what could have been” but not in a painful way like it used to be. after cara & danny move back, they all meet up for dinner, and beth realizes she’s finally, finally moved on when the two of them kiss, and beth doesn’t feel that familiar twinge of jealousy. she’s just happy to see her best friends happy

also some headcanons because i?? got way too into this?

cara is still scared of marriage & kids, and danny doesn’t push it, but by the time they’re turning 30 he’s like “so…. 👉🏻👈🏻” and she’s like “we can get married, but NO kids”. but just a year later asa is like “surprise bitch” and obviously they love him dearly

beth ends up with the toughest roughest badass chick in all of brindleton… she’s in a biker gang and everything 😭👊🏼 but she’s a real rosa diaz type – just a big softie on the inside

beth & her wife adopt a baby near the same time as cara has asa, and they say it’s a coincidence, but everyone knows they just wanted their kids to grow up together

and i can’t leave out mikaela, so: her life goes pretty much the same, except she met cara at an audition in DSV, and they became friends that way. she finds someone who treats her right and adopts casper when he’s a little older. without her dating danny, olivia would have never found out where mikaela was living; so mikaela would be the one to track olivia down and go make things right

everyone is happy and it’s beautiful lmao

#I SNAPPED sdkjsd #camellia ask #anonymous #asks #saviorhide #brandi answers

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pamhalperts · 4 years

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okay i am still gathering things, and i will have more detailed blurbs/requests/everything later, but for now!! welcome to my dumpster fire, these are my beloved trash babies, please cherish them.

ambrose lockwood. irish. goes by “rosie”. only his husband can call him rose. literal trash panda. grumpy doesn’t even begin to describe it. he’s the third child in a MASSIVE semi-celebrity family, but his older two brothers are hedonists (he stands by it) so he’s got big brother vibes. he runs a bar creatively titled “the coffee bar” which is half coffee shop, half sports bar — the compromise after years of fighting with the bar’s coffee shop neighbor — and he’s married to a professional basketball player. that’s on the super dl because rosie would rather pull out a bicuspid with pliers than willingly admit anything about his personal life, but it’s a thing. he has two kids (21 & 19) from an ill-fated first marriage, and kids from his current marriage. he needs the rest of his huge family (think irish-kardashians meet the olympian pantheon, except more dysfunctional), his husband, his kids, his perky coffee bar partner who is his complete opposite (and low-key one of the lights of his life, the giant softie), ex-wife, and basically everything else.

avi rawal. he’s kind of a fuckboy, but like...a classy one. look, he doesn’t have it all figured out, but he’s working on it. he’s become kind of a big deal on the interwebs as a tattooist, and it’s gotten to the point where celebrities will come to him, and he books up six months in advance. while professionally he’s got it going for him, personally he’s still trying to avoid his family’s expectations for him, while also figuring out how to be a person. he’s currently single after things ended with a long-term ex, but he’s not exactly the greatest boyfriend, often putting work before relationships. however, he’s a closet romantic, and he wouldn’t say no to someone sweeping him off his feet (though who knows if he’ll stay down for long.) he definitely needs some of his fratboy friends, clients, exes, and anything else!

rosa torres. she’s trying, okay. she’s a recent nyu grad and aspiring fashion designer with all of these big city dreams, but life in the city isn’t easy. she’s currently living in a loft with five-seven other people (*softly chants in new girl vibes*), vlogging her life, and running a fashion podcast. she doesn’t have a whole lot of direction in her life, nor does she have much money in her bank account, but she has a whole lot of spirit and a can-do attitude, and that’s enough, rIGHT??? she needs her aforementioned roommates, (all the roommate messiness!!!!) friends, fellow internet personalities, and a whole lot more!

lola chastain-coyne. addison montgomery-forbes meets olivia pope. she comes from a political powerhouse, graduated top of her class from vassar, and basically handles all of her family’s crises and campaigns, as well as those of other clients around the city. she’s used to seeing her name in various lists and “to watch” pieces, but lately any time her name comes up, it’s usually followed by whispers of her high profile husband’s equally high profile affair. she had a handle on all of that, but now that her ex and “the one that got away” has returned to the city and re-entered nyc society, she’s started spinning out of control all over again. she needs her far messier twin sister, philandering husband (soon to be EX husband), said husband’s “other woman” that lola lowkey likes better than said husband, tired younger brother, and of course, “the one that got away”

#champagnerp #i'm!!!!!!#so excited

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lovelylogans · 6 years

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Could you do "I'm sorry I got way too into playing house" for the weird sentences prompts? 😁

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warnings: mentions of past animal abuse, mentions of dog killing other small animals (birds and rodentia), some vague anxiety stuff

pairings: platonic lamp, gen

words: 2,203

notes: sure thing! i am also shoehorning this in as a sequel to this previous prompt fic of mine in which the sides adopt a tripod pitbull puppy, so, like, Dog Content™

The puppy’s name, once they came up with it, was just too perfect, really.

“Croft,” Roman cooed, and Croft lifted his head from where he’d been napping on Virgil’s lap. “Crofty, honey, come to papa, I’ve got a new toy!”

Croft snuffled a little, settling his big, meaty head back on Virgil’s nap and staring at Roman with doleful eyes.

Roman sighed at him. “You’re the laziest puppy I’ve ever met,” he said, lowering the toy he’d been squeaking.

“Did you not hear him doing laps in the hallway at three in the morning?” Logan asked, from where he was absentmindedly running his hand up and down Croft’s back. “The dog is nocturnal.”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” Patton said, and shot a Look to all three of his roommates, as if to truly underline how horrible they were at following Logan’s advice, even Logan himself.

Logan’s original name idea was Crofter’s Premium Spread Logan’s Berry Organic Jam, potentially shortened to CPSLBOJ, which was understandably shot down by everyone in the room. Roman’s next proposal was Crofter’s, to which Virgil said they weren’t naming the dog after a fucking jam brand, and Patton proposed the mediation of Croft: so they could say he’d been named after the jam brand or after Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider franchise.

So Croft had immediately been given a Croft collar tag with all of their phone numbers on it, a custom jam jar toy Roman had commissioned from someone on Etsy that Croft rarely touched, and a fluffy Lara Croft toy that was tucked up by his dog bed that he also rarely touched.

Croft was currently pretty small, since he was still a puppy; according to the vet, he’d probably top out around 80 or 90 pounds. But right now he just had really big ears, a very long tail, and three massive paws that he tripped over pretty often.

Virgil scratched absently behind Croft’s ears, and Croft let out a sort of grumbly happy noise; he was a talkative kind of dog, with a lot of sighs and grumbling and soft little barks they all unanimously called boofs.

He also had the tendency to arororowowow! at them whenever they all left him for a period of time, leaping up on them, eager to be pet, which Logan was trying to train him out of, because whenever he leapt up he didn’t exactly have two stable paws to land on when he came back down.

It wasn’t like they all left him all at once very often; really mostly whenever they went out to dinner. Their schedules were different enough that most of the time one of them was home to take Croft out when he needed it and work on basic training with Croft. He was a smart little guy, and very food-and-affection motivated, so Croft had down the basic sit, shake, lay down thing; they were still working on roll over and heel. And stay; he’d get so excited to follow after wherever they were walking off to, he’d gambol right after them, tail wagging excitedly.

Croft had been living with them for less than a month, but he’d managed to capture all of their hearts basically immediately.

Roman had, in fact, immediately recreated Rosa’s I’ve only had Arlo for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in the room and then myself from Brooklyn 99, with all of them. All four were on their various social medias to announce that they’d gotten a dog, and also printed out and framed in the living room.

It was odd, to look at the photo and Croft now; he’d already grown so much in the month they’d had him.

Croft had his problems too; potty-training was an ongoing battle. He couldn’t handle other dogs, and either got aggressive or whimpering and frightened whenever he saw them, so they always walked him early in the morning, when there wouldn’t be other dogs around. He was a menace to most small rodentia and birds; he’d already killed three robins, a mouse, and had grievously injured a possum.

But he was such a cuddly, eager boy—any difficulties were well worth it.

“Fatherhood has changed me,” Roman had declared once, which—well. Kinda, yeah.

Once they started parting ways, Croft picked his head up from Virgil’s lap, following after them; he slept in their beds, because they were all softies. Croft tended to alternate between all of them, moving from room to room throughout the night. They’d all learned to either sleep through a dog hopping on their bed, or to sleepily roll over, give him a clumsy pat, and go right back to sleep.

Croft was also a bed hog, so it was a bit of a struggle to actually get in bed once he was there; a lot of the time, they had to lift him, set him aside, and quickly lay down under the covers before Croft could decide he wanted to take over their pillows or the center of the bed.

Once Logan came back to his room, ready to curl up in bed, he was unsurprised to see Croft already sprawled wide across the bed.

“Croft, move, you know the drill,” Logan said, shoving him to the other side of the bed and promptly sliding under the covers, turning off the lamp, sending them into darkness; there was the familiar press of Croft’s cold nose as he situated himself, pressing as close as he could get to Logan.

Logan wrapped an arm around him, sleepy, and pressed his nose against Croft’s back, inhaling his doggish scent. He loved this dog, to a degree he’d never actually admit out loud.

“Good boy,” Logan whispered, and Croft let out a sleepy little sigh.

Roman woke up to a tongue on his face.

Roman squinted, and laughed a little, narrowly dodging a doggy kiss straight into the mouth, nudging Croft’s head aside.

“M’up, m’up,” Roman said, and patted him on the back. “Let’s hope you didn’t leave any surprises around the apartment, how about a bit of a w—stroll, huh?”

Croft had quickly learned what the w word meant, so they either spelled it out or used some other word, lest Croft start bouncing around eagerly.

No surprises, which was good, and Roman tugged on some clothes, hunting around for a plastic baggie and Croft’s leash, at which point, Croft started bouncing eagerly, running between Roman and the door, jumping and wagging his tail so fast his whole butt wiggled.

“I know, I know!” Roman said with a laugh. “Okay, now—sit.”

Croft sat. Well, mostly; he sat in such a way that his butt didn’t quite touch the ground.

“Let’s go!” Roman said, opening the front door, and Croft charged forth, yanking Roman forward with his odd-hopping gait, throwing himself into the walk with all his force.

Roman liked taking Croft on these early morning walks; it was some exercise, which was nice, and… well.

He’d never tell his roommates this, but Croft was a really good listener.

He knew that Croft didn’t actually understand him, but he was good at seeming like he did; there were the huffs, and pants, and looks that he did often. It was just kind of nice to… talk, sometimes.

“It’s probably going to be a bit of a long day,” Roman told Croft, as Croft sniffed interestedly at a tree. “I’m not going to be here a lot. Rehearsals are really picking up pace.”

Croft made a snuffling noise.

“Yeah, I know, I haven’t been here as much,” Roman said, “but you’ve got the other three, too, ya know? I’ll try and keep morning walks free and extra long, how about that?”

Croft tilted his head a little, and trotted-hopped onwards. Good enough for Roman.

The walk in the brisk fall weather continued like that; Roman talking to Croft about his schedule, his worries, and each time, Croft would make some kind of noise, or wag his tail.

It was just nice, Roman guessed, to talk to someone who’d keep all your secrets, and not judge you for silly things like I’m worried that I’m going to mess up onstage and everyone’s going to hate me for it. Croft would just wag his tail and lick him and flop down on the couch with him once they’d gotten through with the walk, demanding all the pets that Roman could give him.

Listen, Virgil had been team cat, all the way. He was as surprised as anyone to find out how much he liked having a dog.

Virgil cracked his eyes open when the door creaked open, irrationally afraid (when wasn’t he irrationally afraid, though?) that Patton had gotten back early and noticed Virgil wasn’t on campus today. Virgil frowned, because no one was there.

The sudden displacement of his mattress spoke of a different story, and Virgil let a hand flop in Croft’s direction.

“Hey, bud,” he said, voice scratchy. “I’m not really… at my best today, so if you wanna play tug or something—”

Croft made the grumbling-sighing noise at him, and instead laid his big head on Virgil’s chest, huffing a breath through his nose.

“Oh,” Virgil said, at last, and paused, hand hovering, before he at last let it come down on Croft’s head. “Cuddle time, huh? That’s what you want?”

Sometimes, it seemed like Croft’s favorite times of day were in the early morning, when he cuddled up against any of them and they both snoozed until they actually had to wake up. Virgil had never before met a (would be) 90 pound dog who was so convinced he was a lapdog.

“Mkay,” Virgil murmured, and they adjusted—Croft ended up, essentially, on his side, mostly laying on top of Virgil, head tucked in the space between Virgil’s head and neck.

Virgil, hesitantly, wrapped his arms around Croft’s body—to make sure he stayed in place and didn’t fall off, and stuff.

The warmth and the weight of him was doing something to make Virgil’s eyelids feel heavier, though. Croft would occasionally rumble in his ear, in his sleep; Virgil envied the swiftness with which he could fall asleep.

“You’re a good boy,” Virgil managed to say, and started petting Croft; his fur was kind of bristly, and it provided an interesting texture under his hands. Something else to focus on.

“Such a good boy,” Virgil murmured, hand continuing to make the lazy path up and down Croft’s back.

So dogs weren’t that bad, after all.

“Crofty Crofty Croft!” Patton sing-songed, bent forward, hands on his knees. “Who’s a good boy? Whosagoodboy?!”

Croft was eagerly wagging his tail. Who is the good boy?!

“Is it you?!” Patton crooned, and giggled as Croft hopped a little. “Is it you?! I think it is! You’re such a good boy, Croft!”

He scooped up Croft in his arms (he was genuinely considering taking up weightlifting so he’d be able to keep picking him up once he was fully grown) and planted a kiss on his little forehead, Croft wiggling in his arms.

Patton was alone for the evening, but that was okay, because he’d thought of some things to try with Croft! Things they’d never done with him before!

“We’re gonna do an experiment, baby!” Patton crooned, and at last set Croft down. “Okay, so, here we go! I got some new things to try!”

There were a lot of new toys. Unsurprisingly, Croft loved all the ones that would transfer a treat to himself; Patton could relate to wanting only food and love. Like, a lot.

To the point he immediately snapchatted an image of Croft chasing clumsily after a treat ball with that exact caption to his roommates.

Okay, he might have snapchatted a lot of pictures of Croft. His camera roll was now almost exclusively pictures of Croft or his friends, but really mostly Croft.

Patton, at last, dug out the piece de resistance, as Roman would say, and crooned at Croft to come—and immediately realized some flaws with this plan.

But he was gonna make it work!

“Patton, we’re home,” Virgil called, and frowned.

Croft hadn’t come running as soon as they came through the door. That was… different.

Logan and Roman were exchanging looks of a similar degree, Logan already half-crouched, as if just out of habit. He cleared his throat and stood up, straightening his tie.

“Kitchen!” Patton called, and all three progressed forwards, before coming to a stop.

Patton, blinking, turned from where he’d been stirring a pot on the stove, holding Croft (in a onesie) on his hip, as if Croft was a baby.

“Um,” Virgil said at last. “Patton.”

Patton blinked at him, and looked at Croft, and then back to them, before he laughed a little nervously, setting Croft back on the ground so Croft could hop forth and demand love.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I got way into playing house.”

“We baby this dog too much,” Logan said ruefully, before immediately helping Croft unearth a slightly trapped treat from the treat ball and giving it to him.

“He deserves it,” Roman declared, and nobody could quite find it in themselves to disagree.

#my fic #my fanfic #lamp #sanders sides fanfic #anonymous #ask #logan #virgil #patton #roman

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caatws · 6 years

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How is it possible for a Natasha stan like you to hate Scarjo?

HAHAHAHAHA WHO DID THISSSSS I’M DEAD

anyway nat was my first mcu crush tbh!!!!! i loved her character in catws (yeah that’s right i said it i liKE RUSSO BROS’ ITERATION OF NAT at least the original iteration fiGHT ME) and if you look at the other characters i tend to love or stan - take rosa diaz, my url, for example! - there’s a very clear Type: badass with a rough or cold exterior who’s a total softie secretly on the inside and would stop at nothing for their friends/family/loved ones, even if it meant self-sacrifice (other examples i love include: gamora, emily prentiss, god even emma frickin swan from my ouat days!!!!)

so i love nat!!!! and guess what: nat isn’t scarjo

scarjo gives her a face ig or whatever but??? that’s it. literally the line where nat ends and scarjo begins is so fucking clear, as it is with literally every other actor ever lmao. when you’re watching the show or movie and everyone’s in character then yeet you’re seeing the character. bts bits? interviews? anything else the actor just does in their personal life? BOOM NO LONGER THE CHARACTER DUHHHH

like it rly boggles my mind that fandom veers off into this area of stanning an actor + character as if they’re inseparable. also just stanning actors in general is…..(nervous laughter) what the fuck????? and god don’t even get me started on some of you thirsty hoe mcu stans who thirst and nut over these actors to the point where i think y’all just need to get some and move tf on with your lives (kidding….to an extent)

as for why i hate scarjo uhhh ghost in the shell happened and?? as an asian american pursuing film AND a former big manga/anime fan that was just so offensive on so many levels lmao. manga/anime live action adaptations clearly require japanese casts (unless otherwise specified in the source material) and seeing as scarjo had been very established as an actor by then, she easily could’ve turned the role down without like suddenly losing all her wealth or something lmao. like a lot of ppl turned it into a feminism discussion of “uhhh she’s a woman it’s one of the only roles she could get!!!!” rather than one of racism when uh, yeah, duh, HOW MANY ROLES DO YOU THINK ASIAN AMERICAN WOMEN CAN GET????

anyway this answer was a Mess and i’m assuming my anon friend here sent this ask kinda tongue-and-cheek in response to my own tongue-and-cheek comment on jenna’s post and basically fiction =/= reality and this whole obsessive celeb culture that’s tied so tightly to fandom culture just rly grinds my gears. let people be people man. don’t be creepy. and also don’t excuse the rly bad things some of these ppl do just bc they’re hot or play your fav characters!!!

#anon #ask #answered #big oof this was a lot Sorry lmao #madison.txt #Anonymous #long post

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and all we have, we lose

AKA a sad reason for why i think gina and rosa have been avoiding each other like the plague these past four episodes. takes place after Moo Moo, and there may be a part two depending on what happens in the finale

When Terry finally gets home from the precinct, he sees his baby twins laughing and running around with Gina and Rosa, who too are laughing and running around. They all wield small water pistols and appear to be engaged in some sort of all out war, as the mess in his living room suggests. Books and sofa cushions and scraps of paper are strewn across the room, and in the center of all the chaos are two chairs placed with their backs against each other, pink skipping rope gathered in a coil-like fashion around the chairs.

No one even notices him, they're all having too much fun. And frankly, it's a heartening scene for Terry to watch. His two coworkers who are basically family to him have transformed before his very eyes. The usually frowning Rosa Diaz who stares daggers into anyone that crosses her now looks so carefree as she abandons her water gun to hold up Cagney so that she has a better vantage point from which to attack Gina and Lacey. The ever so sardonic Gina Linetti on the other hand, who would be voted Most Likely To Save Her Phone Over A Person's Life any day of the week- is actually acting as some sort of human shield for Lacey, pretending to sacrifice herself so that Lacey can live.

But Terry's not one bit surprised. Okay, he didn't expect this, but he doesn't find this situation to be completely unexpected. Gina and Rosa were softies at heart, and if any two children could bring that side out of them they would be his baby girls.

He feels all the fatigue and ache from these daunting past few days seep away from his shoulders, contentment and bliss taking over instead, which is when he finally decides to make his presence known.

"Guess who's home?"

"Daddy!"

Like flies with honey, Cagney and Lacey drop their toys and run as fast as their tiny legs can carry them into Terry's arms as he effortlessly lifts them up in a big hug.

"Did you have fun playing with Aunt Gina and Aunt Rosa?" Terry asks as he directs grateful looks at the two, who seem to be straightening themselves up, futilely brushing water off their now rather drenched clothes.

"Yes!" Cagney and Lacey excitedly cheer in unison as they both stretch their arms out.

"That's great, girls. Now go get Mr Quack-Quack, it's bath time!"

Terry puts Cagney and Lacey down which sends them running to locate their favorite rubber duck. He looks up at Gina and Rosa again, who are now giving him incredulous looks.

"You call your rubber ducky Mr Quack-Quack?"

Rosa's grin broadens as Gina points this out, and Terry sighs because they wouldn't be Gina and Rosa if they didn't tease him about the names of his children's bath toys, would they?

"Cagney and Lacey call their rubber ducky Mr Quack-Quack. Terry doesn't have a rubber ducky, because Terry's an adult man."

"Whatever you say," Rosa replies. "Mr Quack-Quack."

Gina starts cracking up and soon the two women dissolve in uncontrollable laughter.

"But seriously you two," he interrupts because he can't spend all night watching them laugh, he has to get his daughters washed up and tucked into bed within the next two hours. And he also has to clean up the huge mess that appears to have been caused by a tornado striking his house, rather than two grown women and his twins. "Thank you so much for taking care of Cagney and Lacey."

Rosa shakes her head. "Nah, it's cool. We had nothing to do anyway."

"But we will be requesting a fee of five thousand dollars," Gina adds. "Seriously, your kids tied us up for half an hour- how are they so strong?"

Rosa seems to shudder at the memory.

"I'm not going to give you five thousand dollars," Terry clarifies, although he does sympathize with what they went through. Cagney and Lacey were already on their third babysitter. For that month. "But you have my gratitude, and I owe both of you one."

"That's sweet and all Terr-Bear, but gratitude don't pay the bills." Rosa rolls her eyes somewhat affectionately at Gina as she says this before she grabs her by the shoulder and starts moving her away.

"Yeah, we were just leaving. Bye Sarge."

The door slams shut just as Cagney and Lacey run back with Mr Quack-Quack. And Moo Moo. And President Long Neck, plus her twin sister who was also coincidentally named President Long Neck. Terry sighs as he begins another negotiation with the twins regarding how many toys they're allowed to bring into the tub.

He loses.

"So where to?" Gina asks as they walk away from Terry's house into the street. They've got their hands in their pockets because the night brings a chill that isn't helped by the fact that they were just soaked from head to toe in a no-holds-barred water pistol fight. But strangely, walking with her shoulders occasionally bumping against Rosa's as they take brisk steps towards Rosa's motorbike, Gina's never felt warmer.

"I'm taking you back home," Rosa says simply as she tightens the grip she has on her leather jacket, cursing herself for parking her bike so far away from Terry's house.

"Not the precinct? My car's still there."

"Just leave it there. I'll give you a ride to work tomorrow."

They had traveled to Terry's house together on Rosa's motorcycle in a hurry, because Cagney and Lacey's babysitter had a family emergency and couldn't wait for Terry to get home from work before leaving. But Gina didn't mind- riding on the back of Rosa's bike sent a rush through her as they sped down the streets of Brooklyn. And Gina had to admit she loved the experience of wrapping her arms around Rosa's waist, gripping tighter every time they turned a corner.

"That's nice and all, but why would you do that?" Gina asks as they finally spot Rosa's bike where they had hastily parked it before making their way to Terry's house. "You'd have to make the extra trip- are you in that much of a hurry to get home?"

Gina's worried that there's an 'Adrian Pimento'-sized reason why Rosa wants to hurry up and dump Gina at home. And that worry makes her stomach churn with jealousy; a feeling Gina's grown all too familiar with because of Rosa.

But then Rosa shakes her head. "It's fine. And I'm not in a hurry, I just don't want you going home by yourself this dark out. S'not safe." Rosa hands Gina her helmet, and she puts it on without question.

She kind of appreciates this protective side of Rosa. That jealousy of hers fades to dust, replaced with a nervous tingling that runs up and down her spine- plus something else hopeful and yearning, which Gina knows are dangerous feelings but she recklessly embraces them anyway. Because for once- they don't seem so stupid.

"You're such a cop, Rosie," Gina teases as they get on the sleek black motorbike. "Protecting innocent civilians like me."

She almost feels Rosa grin somehow, even though she can't see her face.

"Shut up," Rosa retorts almost as playfully as Gina had been, and then the engine hisses as they speed off into the night.

Fifteen minutes of a deafening roar as Rosa's bike rips down the roads to Gina's apartment go by before fading to nothingness when they grind to a halt. This had been accompanied with another round of Gina's hands gripping Rosa's waist, inhaling the sweet scent of tangerines along with a piercing mint belonging to Rosa's brilliant curls of hair as the wind combed through it in gusts of freezing air.

"Thanks for the ride," Gina remarks carefully as she removes her helmet and hands it to Rosa. How she plays out the next few moments will be vital, possibly a watershed in their relationship.

"Sure," Rosa shrugs, and her eyes dart to Gina's apartment building. "Come on, I'll walk you up."

"Of course you are, we wouldn't want anything to happen to me- Ginazon would be lost without my guidance."

Rosa lets out a small, subdued laugh and it's enough to make Gina's heart sing with unbridled joy. Things seem to be going according to- well, Gina wouldn't call it a plan, but. She knows what she wants, and she has a feeling she's going to get it. And by it Gina means her. And by her Gina means Rosa. Duh.

As they make their way to the elevator Gina can't help but dwell happily upon how Rosa offered not only to send her home but also to walk her all the way back up to her apartment. Crime was down in Brooklyn, it wasn't nearly late enough for Gina to be in any sort of danger (for real though, Gina's returned home way later than this and she had been alone then), and in the first place- Gina's neighborhood was completely safe, as it had always been when Jake's grandmother lived there.

So Rosa going to all this trouble- it had to mean something, right? She was doing it all of her own accord too, and as they stepped into the enclosed steel walls Gina gathered the courage to make Rosa an offer.

"Hey- you wanna stay for a drink or something? We went through an ordeal back there."

Rosa offers a tired smile and lightly jabs her thumb at the lift button for Gina's floor.

"Yeah, okay." She even yawns and stretches her arms in fatigue. "Though those kids weren't so bad, I'd feel less exhausted chasing down criminals all over the city."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Gina corrects as she secretly admires the way Rosa's body looks while she stretches. "Those twins are adorable and I want ten of them. The 'ordeal' I'm talking about is how the hell we both survived the past few hours without getting our drink on. We aren't usually sober this time of day."

"Damn, you're right." The elevator stops and a familiar ding coincides with the opening of the doors. Gina digs out her keys as they step out and frantically unlocks her door, Rosa snorting at her failed attempts.

Gina gets her front door open pretty quickly despite the initial setbacks, and Rosa steps in before her, stopping in place ten strides into the living room to take in the apartment that just screamed of Gina from every nook and cranny.

"Hey, so where do you keep-" Rosa's question is muffled as Gina slams her door shut and throws her keys on the counter, rushing forth to engulf her lips in a deep kiss.

Gina knows she's making a rather sudden move- but is it really so sudden? Rosa has been giving her signals all week, no, all month. A few months, at least.

She sees these looks Rosa shoots her when she thinks Gina's too busy looking at her phone to notice at work, and while that might be true, Gina is nothing if not a master of (secretly, when it comes to noticing Rosa) multitasking. She's half the reason the Nine-Nine runs as smoothly as it does- between all the shenanigans that are usually caused by Hitchcock and Scully, the occasional food accident Boyle will bring to the break room, or anything anyone else might've done that day- she's also helping Holt by being his assistant and the Civilian Administrator.

Damn, someone should give her a Nobel prize.

Anyway, point is- Gina can check her Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat simultaneously and still immediately realize whenever Rosa's looking at her. Sometimes it's official work reasons, like needing a case file, or needing to hand her an arrest report.

But other times, especially when Rosa has been running on just a few hours of sleep, three cups of coffee, and suffering from the effects of working for over ten hours- Gina would catch Rosa looking up at her, and she'd try to do something to make Rosa laugh. Play a prank on someone, like Charles for instance, or make fun of someone. Gina realized over time that Rosa laughs rather easily. When it came to stuff she did.

And there were times when Gina had been in danger. Or close to danger. Or demanding to enter a situation where she would've been in danger. She'd see this fear flash across Rosa's face and suddenly, Rosa could totally do this dangerous thing Gina volunteered to do as well as whatever she’d been assigned with. Or- someone else was more suited for this task and maybe Gina should do this other thing that'd coincidentally keep her out of trouble.

Any other person and Gina would've felt offended and fought even harder for her way- but with Rosa, she craved the way she protected her, sometimes even volunteered to do risky stuff on purpose to see that look on Rosa's face. That look that would never fail to send sparks flying through Gina.

Gina feels herself melt into Rosa's arms and almost smiles when she feels Rosa kiss back. She's almost proud when she runs her hands down Rosa's back and she shivers ever so slightly. Somewhere in the back of Gina's head, the word finally echoes and burns, and a storm of emotion hits Gina.

It's all the more shocking when Gina feels Rosa stop kissing her abruptly and shove her away. She knows the hurt in her eyes are evident, she sees it reflected in Rosa's pupils and pain turns to confusion which turns into agony. Her heart just got stepped on by a pair of Rosa's boots, and for all of Gina's talents- in that moment she's plenty sure she forgets how to breathe.

"Don't look at me like that," Rosa practically spits this out and Gina's stomach twists, she feels so empty; and this can't be happening- it was going great, Gina had kissed Rosa and she had kissed back. She had kissed back.

"Look at you like what?" Gina's voice sounds very pained, even though she's going for cold and aggressive. Her eyes are also burning, but she can't afford tears of any kind right now.

"You-" Rosa gulps and her throat bobs shakily. She seems to be just as affected as Gina is. Good. Suffer. "You know I have a boyfriend."

Why did you kiss me? Is Rosa's underlying question, and it isn't so much a question as it is an accusation. Gina rolls her eyes, because she knows as well as Rosa that her words are utter bull.

Boyfriend? No one's seen Adrian Pimento in months- Gina's very sure of that, he hasn't dropped by the precinct or Shaw's or anywhere, really. Definitely not since Gina's accident. But, not like Gina was keeping score or anything.

And Rosa hasn't said a word about Pimento in ages. Not a peep. Like the psycho never even existed, which was a thing that made Gina happy, if she were being honest.

Boyfriend?

Where was Rosa's boyfriend when she chose to spend all those nights after work hanging out with Gina at Shaw's, only occasionally joined by other members of the squad or some of Gina's friends? How many nights had Rosa chose to spend drunk off her ass with Gina, playing pool whilst Gina mostly watched because watching Rosa bend ever so sultrily over a table beat holding a stick of her own any other day?

And no, she was no longer talking about pool.

But seriously, boyfriend? If that were really true, Rosa was the worst girlfriend ever because she spent all her time hanging out with some other girl and as far as anyone around her was concerned, this boyfriend didn't exist.

Gina tells her as such.

"Boyfriend? The way he never shows up, I'd have thought he was dead."

She knows it's a low blow, and Gina knows it hurt because Rosa fixes her with a sharp glare.

"Shut up," Rosa swallows her words however, and Gina huffs sharply- they both give away how much they're hurting with each passing second.

"You never talk about him," Gina tells Rosa, and the way she averts her eyes lets Gina know that she knows this, was probably aware about this at some point. Rosa's a private person, but when she cares about someone she tends to mention them in conversations.

"And I never see him hanging out with you, you're always with me." Gina emphasizes this almost angrily, because somehow she feels cheated. Like all her feelings and the signs she saw were for nothing. She was just seeing what she wanted to see, and Rosa wanting Gina just as she wanted her was all just a big hallucination on her end. Gina feels her first tear fall. She wills herself to not let there be a second.

"We're... we're friends, Gina." Rosa weakly throws this out. "Friends hang out."

It's a flimsy excuse, and they both know it.

"Sure, but not like we do. Not as much as we do. You- you clearly prefer me over him."

"Don't say that." Rosa shakes her head, and that only makes what Gina said more true.

"What do you want me to say? That- that I'm sorry for kissing you? That I should've asked if you wanted to dump your boyfriend- who no one even sees these days- for me?"

Rosa gives up on the conversation, turns around to leave, but freezes when Gina grabs her by the hand. It's a desperate attempt but it appears to have worked.

Gina goes for an even more desperate, hinging on risky, move.

"Why'd you kiss back?"

And then Rosa Diaz bolts out of Gina's apartment like it had just caught fire and she needed to evacuate the building.

Gina's heart feels like it's on fire. And it’s not one that can be extinguished by the endless tears falling down her face right now as her knees give way and she leans with her back against the door; bawling so hard and so shrilling that Rosa would be able to hear if she was still close by. Gina hopes Rosa hears, and in the thousand imaginary scenarios she creates in her head, Rosa comes back and apologizes, kissing Gina and promising to break up with Pimento.

Rosa doesn’t come back, and Gina keeps sobbing her heart that she had laid out on the line, only to get it ripped to shreds.

She doesn't sleep that night, neither of them do.

As if by some unspoken arrangement after that, Gina and Rosa start treating each other like ghosts at the precinct.

They stop talking. Hanging out. They don't so much as look each other in the eye.

No one questions this of course, because most of their hang outs had been secret, and if anyone noticed something had changed between the two of them, they were too afraid to ask.

Gina wishes someone would ask.

Weeks fly by, and they keep ignoring each other. Gina takes to hanging out with Amy- in her head she's doing Amy a service- if Holt was Amy's work mentor, Gina feels like she's Amy's life mentor.

Rosa takes to hanging out with Jake, or working cases with Jake, and well, strangely, it worked in helping them keep apart.

They just make sure they back off when Jake decides he wants to look for Amy or Amy wants to talk to Jake, and it's the perfect set up to avoid each other.

In group situations, Gina makes sure never to respond to anything Rosa says, and as much as it hurts, she feels Rosa doing the same thing.

They're pulling away from each other.

During the party at Cop Con, they both get way too drunk and some of these rules slip away; Gina recalls flashes of a broken memory, dancing against the girl of her dreams as they do shot after shot and get more handsy while the night bleeds into day.

It's a good thing Gina wakes up first the next morning- sees her legs tangled with Rosa's. As tempting as it was to keep things that way she removes herself from Rosa's tight embrace and finds another bed in another room.

They stop laughing at each other's jokes and antics, maintaining either neutral expressions or downright scowling.

It's one of the hardest things Gina Linetti's ever had to do, and she got hit by a bus.

So far, this feels worse than that.

#text #dianetti #brooklyn nine nine #rosa diaz #gina linetti #if u hate me for this im sorry #BUT THE SHOW HURT ME FIRST

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