#big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

[brooklynislandgirl]

♚ I've loved writing with Beth and you for years! Your writing is beautiful!

J, I said a lot in the version of this I sent to you. Thank you for everything, and I look forward to many more years of our interwoven shenanigans. <3 Thank you so much.

#The Song of My People|Positivity #My sweet and awesome Jackie @ #ifyoucatchacriminal #and #big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

[hungriest-snake-in-hades]

“Wha’s that?” Merlin said as he pointed to yet another building. 

The little boy was strongly in his curiosity stage and wanted to know what everything was and how it worked. Just this morning after after dropping off some stuff at the post office, they had a very long back and forth about what mail carriers did. For an hour, Merlin switched life goals from being a lawyer to being a postal service personnel. 

Ross looked over to where Merlin pointed it, and made a ‘hmm’ noise as he took it in. “Private investigator office. It’s someone you hire to find something out for you.”

“Peoples no know how use Google?” 

“Do you?” Ross challenged with a smirk. 

“Mermin no have assess.” 

Ross knew what Merlin meant but still had to stifle a snicker.  “A private investigator looks for answers that are harder to come by. They also unravel secrets. They’re like cops...sort of. Except if you have the money, you pay them and if it’s enough, your case is their priority.” Looking down at his watch, he saw they were cutting it close. “Come on, we gotta get you to daycare or else your dad’s gonna be pissed I’m late.”

“Woss say bad word!” 

“I’ll put a dollar in the swear jar later.” 

~~~~~

Their new place was bigger than their old place. Ross now had his own room. He got one too! It was weird kinda, but he had his Teddy Bear Blue to keep him company. And if things got too scary, his daddy and Ross were always close. 

 His daddy and Ross were working very hard in the bar they just got, so he didn’t want to worry them and be a big boy. For the most part, he thinks he handles it well...but then he couldn’t find him. Blue was gone! But he didn’t want to bother his daddy or Ross with baby things. 

It’s when he remembered what Ross told him about private investigators. Grabbing Ross’s swear jar, he snuck out while his dad and Ross were doing inventory and went down the block and a half where the investigator’s office was. He pushed very hard for the door to open. Panting as he made his way further inside and calling out. 

“Henlo! Mermin wans hire pivate instigator!” 

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo 

#big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #/Hope it's okay!

[detectivexsergeantxwilliams]

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

He barely got any sleep, and if he did, it was mostly the side effects of the pain killers he took to deal with the pain of his last case before the towers fell. Since then everything feels like a blur. Trying to report what happened had been hell that day. He couldn’t leave Grace’s side yet there was the horrid tension of something grander happening all around them. Finally getting through using a personal number of his captain, he got some help sent his way. He was seen just briefly enough to get things cleaned, bound, set, and then he was discharged. 

Every pair of hands was needed as details came in. He barely managed a phone call with Rachel to check in and make sure she and Gracie were okay. NPD told him to take a day or so after what happened to him and he could have used that time to be with his daughter. Things with Rachel lately have been cold and for as much as he wanted to be in denial, he knew that their one year old and adjusting to new routines wasn’t the majority of their issues. 

Instead he reported to his father’s firehouse and asked where he could be sent to. He joined his dad’s squad as a volunteer as they tried to tackle the chaos and destruction befallen their country. 

Danny lost count of the hours. Adrenaline soared through him keeping a lot of his pain away. It wasn’t until he was barked an order from his father that he stepped away for a bit. Instead of going home, he found himself in a dive bar that was opened and not over packed. 

He got lost in thought more than a few times, some of the events that happened barely sinking in, if they even were. Trying to keep his mind sharp and be ready for whenever he was called in again, he looked around and spotted someone else who looked like they’ve been out and in the thick of it just like him. Hailing one of the servers, he asked them to send the man a drink on his behalf. If situations were far different, he could have taken more time to marvel at how handsome the man was. Currently...he was just trying to fight off the confusing emotions and thoughts that laid under a thin layer beneath the surface, while also sending a show of appreciation to someone else. There was as much of metaphorical smoke as there was literal...when it cleaned, god knows how much they’ve all lost. 

#V: Jersey Bound #big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #/hope it's okay!

[goodlawman]

Continued from [x] @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

"Suppose I should say that another way. That's on me," Cobb replied, worn boot heel scuffing at the chamber floor as he shifted from foot to foot. "I heard of Jedi all my life, stories from others who swore they heard it from another. You ain't...I guess none of you ain't much like the stories made you out to seem."

Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure what he expected out of them. As a child enslaved, Cobb embraced the stories of courage and rescue, hoping one day that they would come to get them away from the slavers and crime lords running Tatooine's major ports and mining enterprises. As an adult, he'd lost what little faith he'd had to begin with and started resenting persons he'd never really known other than those stories.

Now here he stood in front of one of 'em after getting lost in the winding hallways, trying to find where he was supposed to report to petition for assistance for his people and instead found an actual Jedi. The ire he thought he might have if the situation ever arose instead became a restrained simmer behind the realization that this man didn't necessarily deserve whatever anger he held. Cobb exhaled and drew himself up a little taller, trying to seem a little less small in the Jedi's presence. "Don't suppose you could point me towards where they're hearing out requests from outer rim planets?"

#v;; tatooine #big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

[drdumaurier]

Bedelia's favorite vintage of wine, go

send me questions you have about my character

For her favourite wine (Bâtard-Montrachet), it's currently 1995. Best time to drink it is now.

#;They send me greeting cards [ask] #big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #;You can never completely know anyone [about] #(yes i love the name of that grand cru)

[iomadachd]

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

For Penelope, Dean, Leila, and H

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

Penelope: She used to DIY a lot of her clothes and accessories, but couldn't once she was in the FBI due to professional standards.

Dean: Playing pranks on Sam, he's grown out of that unwillingly due to hunting and everything that happened.

Leila: She used to draw when she was a kid, but wasn't very good (according to her teachers) and fell out of the habit.

H: He used to sing and dance when he was alive, but he's forgotten the songs and dances of his people and it didn't feel right after he forgot them.

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

#answered asks #big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #;garcia hc #;dean hc #;leila hc #;h hc

[southern-belle-outcasts]

11. A ship in your fandom that you dislike (that does not include your muse)? For X-Men and Arrowverse

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

Jean/Scott/Logan. Yawn. Honestly Jean and Scott annoys me too, but this one annoys me more because Kurt/Logan/Ororo is right there. And I don’t get to have it. I just don’t understand where people see the chemistry, like at all. But such is how x comics seem to be going for the last, idk, five ish years of not more??

For Arrowverse I really cannot stand Westallen. Like, it could have been executed properly. It really could have. Starting with not raising them together as siblings…but regardless I hate just about every aspect and how the writers handled both characters when it comes to each other. Cuz they can be lovable when they’re not focused on their relationship…and then they interact with each other and I want to stab things and it’s purely the writers fault. “We’re fated to be together”, “We work because we’re fated”, “Mutual interests who? Don’t sit with her”, “We should have babies just cuz we have the parts even though we barely sit down in the same room together”, “Yup let’s marry the person who’s repeatedly called you crazy when you’re seeing things other people haven’t yet, and has yelled at you for acting like someone with trauma”. Comics version only, please. I know, shocker.

#big d little i big n little ozzo #;out of the south #;munday #;little asks are made of gunpowder and lead #//salty Tagg is salty…

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

What guilty pleasure are you currently justifying to yourself?

"Currently? De fact Ah ain' quit smokes yet. But 's only once a day so it ain' dat bad, right?"

#big d little i big n little ozzo #;ask lady luck

[kylo-wrecked]

get your 'diagnosis' here

Kylo Ren has appeared! What to do? Play dead Feed Throw salt Marry

I recommend options one and three. (Potentially two.)

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@sithsjedi, @smolcuriouskitten, @destincd and you~

#REPOST & TAG #muse meme

[bucketxfsunshine]

Plotted starter for @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

On the outside, Charlie’s life looked glamorous. The fashion, the traveling, the high profile people she spent time with. Online, everything was picture perfect.

In real life…

Well, the perks were real. But there was also the worry that eventually, they’d give up on her because she didn’t belong. She wasn’t some WASPy kid backed by a rich mommy and daddy who could easily pay their way out of every indiscretion. She could never live in world without consequences. She was an Icarus amongst swans, flying so close to the sun that she’d come crashing down any day.

She never expected someone to catch her heel and pull her back to earth.

Despite it having been months since she had seen her best friend, Charlie’s steps didn’t bounce quite as high as they used to. Her smile didn’t quite reach the corners of her eyes, and her skin had lost the sheen it used to have. She was an awful liar; even if she was, Tony had the sharpest eyes of anyone she’d ever met.

It was the reason why she’d been avoiding him (even if she wouldn’t admit it). Still, she tried to maintain her usual chipper tone as she greeted him.

“Tony! It’s good to see you!”

And for all of the anxiety, it was.

#bigdlittleibignlittleozzo #long post

[brooklynislandgirl]

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo  {{xx}} “I mean...I would be more worry about da closet Andy use t’ keep dat he call ‘work briefcase’...” Tony had never been to her building ~yes, building~ or the apartment she kept in it, but she figured New York might be a nice change of pace. “Come, I show you.” The apartment is massive. It takes up an entire floor of the building, and most of it is seamlessly flowing open space. Her bare feet pad on the polished wood floors as they go by each separate area. The library. The music room. The gym. The laundry. Her studio. And finally, a room that appears to be nothing more than storage. She goes up to the largest closet, closed with both a padlock and a digital finger-print scanning lock. Inside, there’s a shelf with a tactical helmet. Several bullet proof vests and plate carriers hung neatly. Tactical belts. A dozen military-grade assault rifles, with spare munitions. An entire hose of other weapons, tactical gear, and the like. It’s the kind of thing one would find on a marine base’s armoury. All except for the three perfectly packed parachutes. “He use t’ like bein’ prepare...you know?”

#big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #Leaf in the Tide|Tony DiNozzo #Cover the Waterfront|Tony and Beth #Bitter and Blue|NCIS au #Brooklyn Stories|New York

[thrall-of-the-hill]

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo​

Things had been peaceful for a time; no other rouge wolves came to bother them and the hunters seemed to have retired for the season. Or, so he thought. Michael was surprised when Tony had shown up to their little weekly meet up, dinner and a drink at Michael’s favorite place. The house he had been looking to buy was waiting on final signatures, then the ‘pack’ they had formed would have a home. Soon they’d start to look for other orphans, offer them a safe space and teach young wolves to control their own tempers. A Disneyland day dream.

Turned nightmare when Michael smelt blood on his walk home, figuring the other had been held up at work and wouldn’t call until late. Following the scent, he feared the worst; it was far more blood than a nosebleed from the potency of the smell. Rounding an alley corner, he was stunned to see the mass laying on the ground. “Tony,” hurrying over his hand, moved to the man’s neck checking for a pulse. There was one. His hands grabbed the shoulders of Tony’s shirt dragging him to the alley wall to sit him up he touched the man’s face. 

“Can you hear me?” he looked beaten to a pulp, Michael’s eyes scanned him for other major injuries before letting out a small gruff noise. The air around them smelt dense with other scents, too many people against one wolf. There was another trail of blood, one he’d come back to follow once Tony was behind four walls and a locked door. 

[detectivexsergeantxwilliams]

Danny getting lost in a day dream about Tony ( @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo​ ).

#Danny x Tony | big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #/working on replies and god they make me swoon~

[mirrcrxball]

starter for @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

“Alright!” Danny started, rubbing his hand on the dishcloth that was thrown over his shoulder as he looked around the kitchen. “The lasagna is in the oven, the garlic break is all set to go with it later on when it’s almost done cooking, the tiramisu is in the fridge, and the stuff for the salad is right there waiting,” he listed off, pointing at everything as he said it. 

“Am I missing anything for dinner?” Danny asked, looking over at Tony and feeling his cheeks heating up slightly. “I know it’s only Grace and Charlie joining us for dinner, but it feels like we haven’t seen her in so long since she went off to college! Am I going too overboard?”

#bigdlittleibignlittleozzo #muse; danny

[drdumaurier]

what do they sleep in?  what side of the bed do they sleep on?

character development questions

what do they sleep in?  what side of the bed do they sleep on? 

She usually sleeps naked and when she’s not, she’ll wear a silky light nightgown or pyjamas. Always fancy, even in bed. And she sleeps on the left side of the bed, the one closest to the door. 

#big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #;They send me greeting cards [ask] #;I've had to draw a conclusion [headcanon]

[iomadachd]

💻 Derek

SEND A 💻 (LAPTOP EMOJI) AND A MUSE NAME, AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF TUMBLR BLOG THEY’D OWN

If Derek had a blog, it'd be an aesthetic blog, man vs. nature style. Lots of posts about the woods and wildlife and night mixed with architecture, city planning and street views.

#c: derek hale #tumblr meme #answered memes #thread #big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo