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Major Crimes (things that shoulda been)

OK.

I don’t know how to do a “under the cut” 

So, if you need to avoid a spoiler for Major Crimes (which finished in 2017 or 2018, I forget... time is really mussy in my head right now)

Theeeeeeeeeeeen.... take the title and these sentences as a cue to start scrolling away to avoid it :)  (i’ll also make sure to tag it as such)

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ON THAT NOTE, let’s roll.   Spudmeisterin and I were talking about the ending, and how bloody bad/lazy writing it was.   so here’s some points we came up with.

(i realize they wanted to be dramatic and surprising, but they missed the mark)  What would be more surprising, is if they allowed Sharon Raydor to retire happily.   (because killing women for people’s pain so they can finish the impossible task, as well as “close to retirement so must die” and also “i’m happy/just married so must die” tropes are just....so rife.  just soooo rife)

SO.

In my mind, she did.

She had the same heart thing (ouch)  cuz, let’s face it... life can do that.  Whether or not she needed the transplant or was put on a pacemaker and a severe restriction on her job choices/retirement choices, I’ll leave that up to you.

Either way, she’s out for that part of the season.  The rest of the team nails Stroh the cartoon villain serial killer. yada yada.

They come back to her hospital room after Stroh is shot.   Andy is there, as well as Provenza, Julio, Rusty, and Amy.

Sharon is like, “did you get him?” (meaning, did you catch the bastid etc)

Provenza does his little...kinda look down sheepish and is like, captain we had to shoot him.  I shot him.

And Andy chimes in like, “really, he totally did it”.

Which causes Sharon to do that all knowing, “Mmm.”

(she knows that Provenza didn’t do it, but she doesn’t care.  Stroh is done, everyone’s healthy/safe/accounted for.)

they do the usual happy banter, then the nurse is like, she’s still got a long road to recovery, everyone out, she needs rest.

Sharon Raydor retires Officially. (so does Andy)   They had some awful close calls, and they want to enjoy their worlds, and the time they have left.

That doesn’t mean that they don’t do occasional consulting (kinda like alexa crowe in “my life is murder”)

It should be noted that Provenza is unlikely to retire until he literally cannot anymore..  He’s absolutely running the Major Crimes unit.

Rusty becomes a proper DA (working with Hobbs, instead of just interning)

Sharon and Andy embarrass (cutely) the hell out of Rusty at his wedding.  (i can’t decide if he gets back together with Gus, or he finds someone else along his healing journey.  The writers really just flung their story all over the place)

anyhoo. it’s cute.  much goofy dancing.

Provenza gives Best man speech, and Rusty hides his face in his hands on the table.

(ooo.  the night before, part of the bachelor party, the gang goes axe throwing.  Julio and Amy clean up on the bets (but which one wins between them?)

Some times, Sharon, Andy, Rusty, his hubs, Provenza and Patrice, go to disneyland.  it’s a retiree thing/family thing.   They love the really freaking weird rides.  Patrice has a special hat made for Provenza saying “Louie”.  He grumbles at first, but accepts that He’s wearing it, because Patrice is wearing hers ^,^

He won’t go to Disneyworld though, because California is superior (or he’s a grump, it’s hard to say which)

and because it sounds about right to me, Sharon and Andy make it somewhere into their 80′s. 

If anyone else wants to add to some of the ridiculous antics, feel free.  And spuds, I think i forgot a point or two, feel free to add ^,^

[kuripon]

tagged by both the lover-ly @samstree and @lokibus.

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relationship status: single ;)

favourite colour: Green! So many greens!

song stuck in my head: Jinsei Saikou no Hi - Utada Hikaru

last song I listened to: Danse Macabre - performed by the Orchestra of the Bolshoi Theatre, written by Saint-Saens

three favourite foods: Gyoza, Fried Chicken, Ginger Ale

last thing I googled: ‘feral-troubadour ao3′ because reasons.

dream trip: A month long guided tour through Asia and Europe, with all of my accommodations and travel scheduled for me, with no work needed from me.

anything I want right now: Creativity? Come on brain, think of things.

tagging: @flawney @spudmeisterin @mollymawkwrites @justhereforeskel @firefly-party @major-trouble @jackironsides @damnbert @dapandapod @bi-aragorn

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thank you, Panda @dapandapoddear for tagging me approx. ten million years ago.

rules: When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

the old witch sleep and the good man grace, on loop, always

panic switch by silversun pickups

Love is a laserquest (in my car, recommend)

Pokušenia by Korben Dallas (make your own conclusions)

hunter's moon by ghost (I haven't stopped since it came out, to the annoyance of everybody lol)

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[dapandapod]

How about 26 for the hug ask?

26. exhausted hug

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The world is not so dark when there are toxins running through you. The shadows are not as deep, the night not as lonely. Everywhere there are little creatures, good and bad. Everywhere, they are watching him.

Geralt tries to step cautiously, tries to make no sound. He is good at it, usually, but the day has already been long. He has been tracking the Fiend for most of the day, and now he thinks he might have found its lair.

His sword lies heavy in his hand, his armor a solid weight over his shoulders. On any other night, he wouldn’t give it much thought. On any other night, he would tighten the straps and trudge on.

But tonight, his muscles are already fighting him. Tonight, the soft light of the moon is almost as bright as the sun, every sound loud to his potion-sensitive hearing.

He knows it will take him just as many hours to get back to the inn, back to his… his friend. Geralt is not used to having someone waiting for him, despite all the years they have spent together. Jaskier still being there baffles him every time, but tonight, oh, tonight he wants nothing more than to be with him back in their room.

He grips his sword tighter, fishes out one of his prepared oils and coats the blade quickly. He needs to be quick about it, he can feel Cat already draining out of his system, and with all the other things he has taken in preparation, he will feel like shit if he drinks more.

Geralt steps quietly, and inside, the Fiend roars.

The walk is fucking long. Geralt barely has the energy to return the sword to its scabbard on his back. He is not sure how to bring the fiend's head to the alderman. As it is, he can barely stand up. The potions are finally burning out, leaving his body a shaking, shivering mess. His muscles ache and there is a pounding behind his eyes and in his temples. His knuckles are white from holding such a tight grip. He is lucky the Fiend didn’t manage to cut through his armour, but he suspects he will have some heavy bruising over his back in the next few days, even with his mutagen-enhanced healing.

He could just sit down for a while and meditate. Just for an hour. He could.

He just doesn’t want to.

Before all this, before the bard, he might have. But now all Geralt can think of is a soft bed, a friendly presence, a hot bath.

He is trying not to think too much about Jaskier, but as he hoists his trophy over his shoulder and starts the long way back, he can’t help but let his thoughts wander.

Towards that brilliant smile when Geralt says something that makes him laugh, towards those strong arms that somehow manage to hold whatever Geralt throws at him. Towards those cornflower blue eyes that see so much more than Geralt even expected, toward that clever tongue that can cut or please with words alone.

He thinks about how on rare occasions, Jaskier would hug him. And once the thought has struck him, Geralt can’t stop thinking about it. He wonders if Jaskier would hold him tonight. That would probably be nice. And most likely filthy, considering today's activities. Maybe Jaskier wouldn’t care.

Those thoughts keep Geralt occupied as he finds his way back. He ignores his body's protests, his knees creaking. The stars are slowly replaced with the first light of day, the sky shifting and changing into the soft colors of morning.

Geralt has seen it so many times, and no matter how tired he is, he always has to take a moment and just take it in. He stops in the middle of a field, putting the Fiend head on the ground as he looks up and just breathes.

This is when he notices how close he is to the village. The forest and the hills are behind him, and only open fields lay between him and Jaskier.

Just a little further.

Jaskier actually meets him, just as the sun peaks up over the edge of the world. There is a light mist in the air as the ground fights off the night cold, and when Geralt spots Jaskier, he just stops.

He is not hurt in any way, he has just run out of energy. Jaskier comes towards him with a spring in his step, and the moment he reaches the witcher, he starts fussing. Geralt lets him, wincing when Jaskier touches the torn armor over his back. That is when he finally steps back. Grabbing Jaskier's hips, he pulls him closer and drops his head to Jaskier’s shoulder. He sighs. Finally, finally he made it.

Jaskier is silent, still for a moment. When it becomes clear that Geralt isn’t going to let go, Jaskier huffs and wraps his arms over Geralt’s lower back, mindful of the shredded armor and the apparent bruises.

They stand there for a long while, Jaskier only protesting when Geralt leans a little too hard on him.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, you big oaf. At least not here. Let’s go back to the inn.”

Jaskier pulls back and leads Geralt by the hand towards the village. They drop by the alderman quickly, meeting him in the door to trade the head for a bag of coins, and off they go.

Geralt fumbles with the straps of his armor, puts his swords and boots away. Jaskier only has to help him to remove the shredded pieces, and Geralt hisses when it puts pressure on the bruises.

There is a soft press of lips to the back of his shoulder and gone again, so soft he could have imagined it. He is too tired to comment now. It might have been his imagination, his wishful thinking.

Then Jaskier takes his hand again, and leads him towards the bed. They have two, but Jaskier follows him down into this one, laying on his back and placing Geralt atop of himself. They shift around until they both are comfortable, and Geralt ends up with his chin back on Jaskier’s shoulder, his arm resting over Jaskier’s chest, and Jaskier’s hand tracing gentle patterns over his sides.

The village wakes up outside, the sun rising higher and higher. But inside, behind a locked door in a soft bed with a bard in his arms, Geralt can finally rest.

[officerjennie]

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CW: sex mention

He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked someone, and knew Jaskier would be tutting at him by this point. Calling him crankier than usual, suggesting he go and relieve some stress. Geralt swore under his breath as he tied his purse to his side again, turning to leave the market, walking past a few food stands as he went.

Send me a rose

[yamisnuffles]

Top 5 desserts?

Can I write chocolate five times? Like different forms of chocolate? Let’s see if I can get a little more variety in there, lol, but I make no promises.

Chocolate cake. The kind varies. Sometimes I prefer a nice layer cake and other times I just want a rich, flourless cake.

Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Just some quality dark chocolate. When I want something smaller for dessert, a piece of dark chocolate really hits the spot.

Chocolate peanut butter pie. The only way to improve on chocolate is peanut butter. Or raspberry. Or more chocolate... but that’s not as punchy.

Cheesecake. Probably something with, you guessed it, chocolate.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

fsdfhsjkf @spudmeisterin i have received your ask but I dont wanna publish it cos those images are grrrimmm but:

I think I prefer the Nutcracker rat king 😅

[kuripon]

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

Thanks for the tag @officerjennie - Beloved Jamie, my music player likes to remind me of how much I loved a girl band way back when, but we’ll see what pops up!

I selected 宿命 by Official Hige Dandism to get me started, but it’s not song #1. I tried to link to official YouTube sources for the music.

Breathless - Arashi

Messa da Requiem: Dies Irae - Tuba Mirum - performed by the London Philharmonic, written by Giuseppe Verdi

Shiny - Jemaine Clement (from ‘Moana’)

I Wanna Be Your Ghost (feat. Ghosts) - Hoshino Gen

Amaoto (house ver.) - Hoshino Gen

I Can’t Wait For Christmas - Arashi

Bugler’s Holiday - performed by the UCLA Wind Ensemble, written by Leroy Anderson

The Point of No Return - Gerard Butler, Emmy Rossum (from ‘The Phantom of the Opera’, movie ver.)

The Jam Song - Steven and Connie (from ‘Steven Universe’)

Blood Brothers - performed by the Seatbelts, written by Yoko Kanno (from ‘Cowboy Bebop - Netflix’)

Looking this over, I clearly lean towards instrumental, Japanese pop, and soundtracks, haha. I would say that’s pretty accurate! Let me know if you loved any of these.

Tagging @dapandapod @bi-aragorn @kueble @silvermintnightprincess @silvipeppers @jaskiersvalley @samstree @spudmeisterin @mollymawkwrites @firefly-party