#╰ logan street.

[stayliquidarchive]

OPEN TO — females. CONNECTION/PLOT — HERE! made with beta!

the SWAT officer was just finishing up his shift when he peered at his phone to find the text messages and a missed call. logan knew he had to cut ties. knew that eventually the infatuation she had with her savior would go away, but he couldn't help himself. he was a veteran on the job, but something about that case — about this girl had dug into him deep. one of his teammates invited him out for a beer, but he quickly declined, grabbing his bag to head right for her house. " hey, it's me. " he knocked lightly against her door, not wanting to startle her. " i came as soon as i could. "

[sainzstorms]

australia just confirmed that anything indeed can happen. i thought lewis moved to ferrari was the maximum of it but apparently not.

today we started with 19 cars (bc williams withdrew logan's to give his car to alex) and finished with 16 cars across the line. ferrari finished 1-2, max dnf, mclaren in top 5, checo only finished p5, britcedes dnf, haas double points, and yuki & lance got points. ferrari have a better car than last year, you can clearly see it from carlos' & charles' smiles, they seem confident that they can close the gap with rbr and it's showing this early in the season (hopefully they can only get closer). same thing with mclaren, they definitely have a much better car than last year, lando and oscar deserve that.

but rest assured that silly season will only get sillier!!! 21 more races plus 6 sprint races (which im not so excited about), 13 unclaimed seats, moving rumors left & right (be it drivers or staff), and other drama. drivers market is going to be chaotic interesting. this is f1 ig.

[mikelogan]

HOMICIDE: LIFE ON THE STREET 3x15 Law & Disorder (1995)

[mistressemmedi]

I have warmed up to florida man and will throw a fit if they can him at the end of the year.

He's clawed his way into a soft spot in my heart and I'd be sad to see him gone as well

[olivelune]

This is probably gonna get lost in the tags but let's see what happens because I'm intrigued...

This is just a bit of fun and like I say it'll probably go unnoticed, but let's see how it goes...

[braindead-virtually-tv]

Reblog if you vote !

[14faber]

x | a few words from cooley’s support system

[crxzysawfangirl]

I am about to relay a very controversial opinion,Logon Nelson has been growing on me.

Jigsaw as a movie, meh, but Logan,Logan has potential; and now that most people have seen saw x I feel like the franchise is at a point where we can return to that storyline and maybe we can do better with his character.

[tyresdeg]

x

[kiradical]

Wrestlemania Night 2 was fucking WILD. Pretty sure I probably stressed my neighbors out by yelling and screaming so much. My throat kinda hurts. But it was FUCKING amazing.

also, fun fact about me: I’ve only been a wrestling fan the past few years. I started REALLY paying attention in 2020. I don’t remember a time before Roman Reigns holding the Undisputed title. This is a completely new era for me. I’m excited. I cried a little. Congrats Cody!

[stayliquidarchive]

OPEN TO — females. CONNECTION/PLOT — logan only gets weekends with their four year old daughter, but due to the nature of his occupation sometimes he has to cancel. basically he spoils the shit out of her and then returns her to her mother made with beta!

" she wanted ice cream for dinner. i barely get any time with her, i'm not gonna spend that time telling her no. " logan gestured toward the four year old girl that had disappeared down the hall. he still stood in the foyer of his ex's house.

[alextaniciel]

The Boys!!

I deleted the original post by accident, sorry!

[ytsunodabrainrotbaybee]

Find a place where we belong

->Listen to I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany

Guanyu X Reader in a 1980s/21 Jump Street AU.

While investigating and hoping to bust a group of street racing gamblers, Y/N has to pose as Guanyu’s girlfriend in her first undercover assignment with the Jump Street Program.

Part one: Pilot

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Toto’s coffee sat forgotten as he poured over your work history. You sat, watching on as he all but ignored you.

“Well?”

“Unremarkable” he said, thumbing through pages and pages detailing your short career on the force. “Barely met quotas on parking tickets, partners say you’re untrainable, and past supervisors have called you noncommittal at best.”

In saying that, the police chief never looked up at you. He pushed your files to the side before taking off his glasses and taking the first real look at you.

“I’d like to recommend you to Captain Hamilton’s Jump Street Program.”

He kept talking. He explained the story behind Lewis Hamilton’s ragtag team of baby faced cops who couldn’t hack it anywhere else. Truly the team of misfit toys. Getting on the inside where any middle aged patrolman couldn’t reach without scaring everyone away.

Less of a shark among dolphins.

“So a narc?”

You interrupted Toto’s monologue.

“Essentially,” a new voice filtered in from behind you.

Leaned up against the doorframe, donned a pair of aviators and an aged leather jacket, captain Lewis Hamilton. The detective looking type. He pushed himself away from the frame and crossed the room to you, hand out for a firm handshake.

“We’re starting assignments now,” He said as he made a gesture for you to join the small group in another room.

Four sets of eyes tracked you to your seat, one unclaimed in the front. Your field of vision was taken up by a whiteboard with names and more names written on it.

The sets of eyes surrounding you belonged to a group easily mistaken for the teenagers you’d see riding their bikes in a cul de sac. Working their summer jobs at some amusement park.

The youngest looking of them, a shorter guy leaned over the table in front of him to better reach the conversation around him, wore shoulder holsters that held a pair of guns level with his chest.

The group settled down after Hamilton tapped the board a couple of times. Before tossing a marker’s cap at the shorter one leaned over the table. “I will put you outside, Tsunoda”

Pouting and making a heart shape with his hands, Tsunoda sunk into his chair. He, along with the others, settled into listening to Hamilton explaining their newest assignment.

“For the past six months a small group has been gambling on illegal street races throughout Miami,” Hamilton passed folders to each of the group members, “our main suspects are from two groups: West Seminole High School and Miami East Autobody. Guanyu, Y/N, Yuki, We’re sending the three of you to the school. Oscar and Logan get the autobody shop.”

“Oscar and Yuki will be our drivers,” Hamilton read over his folder, “Logan, Guanyu, focus on getting information from your targets” His eyes drifted to you, “Y/N, I want you at Guanyu’s hip.”

There was a simultaneous groan from the other boys, one speaking up, Yuki. “I’ve been here longer”

“You’re also scared of girls.”

Yuki threw that marker cap at Guanyu in response.

Hamilton raised his voice over the commotion, “the four I want you to focus on are Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, and the man over the whole operation: Fernando Alonso”

“Max and Daniel co-own that autobody shop, Max is the best of the best, he has outrun every unit in the city. He drives a 1980 Toyota Celica Supra. It looks stock, it’s not.” Lewis articulated his explanation with his slapping pictures onto the whiteboard beside him, pulled from a file in his hands.

You stared at the picture of what truly was an unassuming looking navy blue Toyota. Max stood next to it speaking to a taller man. Accompanying that was another picture, dark, blurry, two cars next to each other in the middle of a burnout.

“Daniel has a 67 Dodge Challenger, loud and obnoxious. Just like him”

The man from that first picture of Max reappeared. Only a printout from CCTV footage. Daniel outside of that gas station, chatting up a tall blonde while leaning against the aforementioned Dodge Challenger.

“Lando is a student at West Seminole. He has a prior history with reckless driving, driving under the influence, and was detained at fourteen for trying to get into a casino in Las Vegas,” Hamilton continued flipping through his file folders, “He drives a 1979 Porsche 911.”

Lando’s pictures were a collection of school photos. Aside from one taken outside of another gas station. That one wasn’t a CCTV shot, more likely some PI that followed him around.

“Fernando is an English Literature teacher at West Seminole. He drives a 1960 Fastback Mustang,” Hamilton put up a glossy picture of Fernando with his cherry red mustang, taken in the high school parking lot, “We believe he recruits drivers from his classes. Over half of our suspects have gone through him in West Seminole. The other half come from Miami East.”

The meeting continued on without anything else too interesting. More backstory on the group you would be watching. Some honorable mentions without much pull, but still suspects nonetheless. The guys asking questions. Yuki antagonizing Lewis when he can. Logan antagonizing Yuki.

Lewis moved on to explain everyone’s cover. Names, backstory, down to the car you drive. You, Audrey Kellen would be riding around with Guanyu, or David Choi in his 1980 Alfa Romeo Giulia. Yuki, Jude Ioki already had his 1987 Nissan Z. Oscar’s Aaron Meyers’ 1981 Camaro was modified enough to make the ground shake as it drove by, Lewis explained. He would go on to be the main driver. Against Yuki’s protests. Logan, Alex Reeves had his father’s 79 Chevy S10.

The meeting adjourned. Guanyu hung back to walk with you out of the briefing room. He fell in step with you as you passed him.

“Ready to go back to school?” He asked, nudging you in the side.

“Can I be honest?” You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets. He leaned towards you as if you were gearing up to let him in on some sort of secret. “Teenagers terrify me, so not really.”

He laughed. Maybe a bit of a generous laugh. You couldn’t help laughing along.

The two of you fought up to the rest of the guys. They chattered on together, barely registering that y’all had joined them. Even when you added to the conversation, they talked along with you as if you’d been there the entire time.

That night you’d go home and pack your school bag. It stayed in the back of your closet. You’d graduated high school in 82, your backpack was even older. One you’d used since the 70s.

Your younger sister had a less vintage Trapper Keeper you planned on stealing from her. Probably with a promise of a months worth of video and radio store allowance, extra time at the arcade, and some of Kate Bush’s latest on a new Walkman to keep her from asking questions.

On your way home you hit a radio store to pick up said Walkman and Kate Bush tracks.

[albatris]

🎭 !!

thank u for the ask!!

🎭 OC in another OC's typical attire

Nat in Quinn clothes won my poll so here he is!!

it's not his usual style that's for sure :3 but Nat doesn't mind a pretty dress every now and then, although he prefers much darker colours than Quinn hehe

[kawaiijay]

Just a day in my hood

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 43RD BIRTHDAY, CHANNING TATUM!!!