#tubbs - spiral

[foolofatook001]

hello Lord Huron fans who are also Magnus Archives fans:

I am assigning LH characters to the fears and I am drawing a blank on the Dark and the Corruption (and tbh the Buried and the End are a little shaky)

anyone got ideas?

[writtenbysprout]

Realizations

It's 2.47 am when Aaron wakes up. Eyes still closed as he stretch out his arm to where you always lie. Wanting to pull you close so the two of you can cuddle close. That way he can drift back into sleep knowing you're safe in his arms.

But when his hand only finds the mattress he freezes in his spot. Opening his eyes he looks at the empty spot next to him, before he glances over at the master bathroom connected to your bedroom. But when he sees no light underneath, his thoughts immediately jumps to the worst conclusions.

Two thoughts strike his mind at once, both equally as terrifying to him.

The first is that you left him. Just like Haley had. It was one of his biggest fears. Even though you time and time again reassured him that you won’t leave, that you're there to stay, the thought managed to slip into his mind.

The second, you're kidnapped. From right underneath his watch. Something he would never forgive himself for. He took great pride in being able to protect his own. Knowing the comfort it brought both Jack and you, and not to mention himself.

All of his spiralling thoughts quiets down as he hears your hushed voice from outside the door.

"Feeling better now, Jackers?"

His heart skip a beat upon hearing you're safe, but he stays put. Curiosity taking control. He could barley make out the reply as Jack's voice is faint and frail compared to yours.

"'m sorry I woke you up.."

"Don't be. I'd rather have you safe than being asleep." A warm feeling spread though his chest as he hear your words. He feels lucky in that moment to have you in his life. To share you with Jack.

"Just scared that somethin' will happen to daddy."

Then the sinking feeling hits him. The guilt. His biggest enemy. Especially when it comes to Jack and you. He knows the two of you support him endlessly, but that doesn't stop his thoughts from spiralling again.

He isn't around as much, but when he is he does everything in his power to make it up. He miss a lot of the important achievements that happens in both your lives, but you make sure to take pictures and videos so he can keep up. It doesn't stop the guilt, but your words always lessen the grip it has on him.

"I am too Jackers, but your daddy is the bravest and toughest man I've ever met. No one can hurt him, let alone the goblin man from your nightmare."

Your voice fades as you make your way past the master bedroom and down the hall towards Jack's room. And before he can stop himself he's up on his feet, sneaking closer to the door. His head pops out of the door way just in time to see your silhouette carry Jack in your arms, his arms wrapped around your neck.

You place Jack in his bed, handing him his stuffed monkey. Jack's eyes are still a little puffy as he watches you tuck the two of them in. Only when you lean down to hug him goodnight does he speak up.

"Can you stay? just till I fall asleep.."

"Of course, want me to read too?"

Unbeknownst to you Aaron stood in conflict of revealing his presence or to watch the two of you have your moment. He decided upon the latter and makes his way back to bed.

"Alright, ready? is Mr Tubbs ready?"

Jack nods and hugs the monkey tighter to his chest. Carefully not to read to loud you continue from where you know Aaron left off hours earlier. You barely get passed the first page in before Jack has drifted off.

Just to make sure he's fast asleep you sit a few minutes longer, but as soon as the light snores escapes his small frame, you sneak your way back to Aaron.

You try to slip in quietly, but can tell even in the darkness that he's awake and has been for a while. Upon seeing you he lifts up the duvet. A silent request for you to join him. You don't have to be asked twice. Crawling into bed you snuggle close in his embrace, feeling his arms wrap themselves around you.

"Didn't wake you, did I?" you mumble into his chest.

"No no, just got worried when you weren't here."

"Oh Aaron, my love," You snuggle closer, now resting your head in the grope of his neck. "'m sorry. 'was just comforting Jackers after a nightmare"

"I know, sweetheart."

"Gotta look out for both my boys, y'know." It's clear to you both thet you're on the brink of falling asleep at any moment, but you pushed yourself up so you're face to face with him. Softly planting your lips on his as a reminder of just how much you loved him. "I love my Hotchner boys."

Your words lulled him back to the safe shore in which he was about to stray from, just like you always did when his thought's got to invasive. Without you, his mind would've been utter disarray.

He didn't understand how he hadn't seen it sooner. Maybe he had, but didn't think of it as he did now.

You were the one. His one. His forever person.

He knew that for sure after having seen you be so gentle with Jack, even when he wasn't around.

Your breathing grew heavier by the minute and soon enough you drifted off into your own slumber. Even in your deepest realm of slumber you clung to him, nuzzled closer. He felt stupid for not having seen it sooner.

It was you. It had always been. But now he knew with certainty.

[evanfixes]

Hey y'all do know that Miami Vice has an episode called Evan where Crockett's unstable ex [cop] partner, Evan, shows up and elicits a spiral into guilt, shame, & refusal to be vulnerable as a reactionary response while Tubbs desperately tries to unearth the truth but ends up caught in the crossfire because the secret involves a gay man & totally definitely not also that Crockett is bisexual

Like everyone is aware of this right????? Like—

[bracketsoffear]

sorry here's more

"Urban Legend" Statement of Anne-Marie McCoy, regarding the events around the disappearance and subsequent reapperance of her infant son. (Candyman; Corruption)

“Scary Movie” Statement of Sydney Prescott, regarding a series of murders in her town committed by her then boyfriend and his partner. (Scream; Hunt)

"In the Way Out There" Statement of Tubbs Tarbell, regarding some strange going-ons in his recording studio. (Alive From Whispering Pines/LH lore; Lonely, End)

"La-De-Da-Day" Statement of Paul Matthews, regarding the musical infection that took over his hometown of Hatchetfield, Michigan. (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals; Corruption)

"Your Reality" Statment of anonymous, regarding a visual novel. (Doki Doki Literature Club; Web, Spiral)

"Triple Affirmative" Statement of the supercomputer Iterator "Five Pebbles", regarding what it's like to live past the death of your creators. (Rain World; End, Extinction)

"Yellow Rabbit" Statement of Michael Afton, regarding the disappearances of five children that took place in his father's pizzeria. (Five Nights At Freddy's; Slaughter, End)

"Kill the Lights" Statement of Timothy Wright, regarding a student film he participated in college, and the events that followed. (Marble Hornets; Eye, Spiral, maybe Corruption and/or Slaughter)

"Desert Highways" Statement of Johnnie Redmayne, regarding how inconvenient dying turned out to be. (Vide Noir/LH lore; End, Desolation, Vast)

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[animator-vs-animation]

im just gonna uhhhh. May delete this later. frubboruchevil partial fic plan under the cut

chapter 1:

tubbo gets a letter from the feds like "HEY YOU HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FOR TRIAL IN LIKE AN HOUR. GET FUCKED :)" and as per usual he goes and mourns with morning crew who reassure him that no tubbo it's okay you probably won't die or go to prison. meanwhile chat (a drone) keeps going "amiga..." bc it's funny. <- that's not important just a funny detail to me.

tubbo shows up at the trial as the defendant, i think maybe with likeee pac as his lawyer? or maybe he has to be his own lawyer that would be fun. (fit is not his lawyer because in this case the prosecution is forever+the feds meaning he could lose his job). ive decided tubbo will be his own lawyer.

tubbo fails miserably at defending himself partially because he keeps defaulting to "heyy but im just a little guyyy" and partially because when he actually DOES defend himself (like saying the hole is supposed to benefit everyone) he's ignored or it doesn't work.

the prosecution calls fred to the stand as a witness, cue a couple minutes of awkward queerness on tubbo's behalf and a complete lack of Anything from fred. fred testifies that no, tubbo has not informed them of any illegal intentions regarding the hole, but yes tubbo has broken several other laws, notably stealing the feds documents. tubbo is very betrayed but reasons that oh the feds are probably making them do this, there's no way.

but then he sees fred shaking weirdly and comes to the (WILDLY INCORRECT) conclusion that they're actually silently laughing at him. unable to defend himself, tubbo basically just has a panic attack and then phil and bagi and cellbit and morning crew get upset like DUDE you're OVERWHELMING HIM, but the feds Don't give a shit and arrest him for repeated breaking of the law. (this isn't even what he got tried for but the feds dgaf and bad and pierre are partying)

cucurucho and a guard escort him to the prison/rehabilitation centre (idk what it's called exactly but the big white building). tubbo tries to run for it but gets struck by lightning and then lassoed. they put him in a cell. end of chapter one

(note: i think the prosecutor would be jaiden, not bc she like dislikes tubbo or anything but bc of her friendship with cucurucho and also the fact that she's a DAMN good lawyer like that opening in the flippa trial was amazinggg.)

chapter 2:

chapter starts off with tubbo monologuing his new prison podcast to chat (a drone that legally he should not be able to have but he hid it by attaching it to his back. the feds took the rest of his stuff including his letters with fred). in the podcast, tubbo talks about being scared for a bit. he then rambles about how fred betrayed him and that he can never love anyone again, especially not from the feds. he talks in a joking manner but there's an undertone of genuine panic and heartbreak.

he starts to spiral a bit into paranoia (think "i will not trust anyone ever again not even fit and pac not even phil") but gets interrupted by a guard who comes in. they question tubbo for a bit, like how cucurucho did when they first met. tubbo however does not try to comply at all this time and is just a little shit the whole time.

the feds strike him with lightning again. tubbos like, "EVEN IN THE FACILITY????" and the guard just hits him. when the blindness wears off the guard is gone. he sits in silence for a bit but then starts to get really anxious and decides to talk to chat again. he lasts about 2 minutes before this time cucurucho enters (WOOHOOOOO!!!).

cucurucho gives him a book that talks about the actions they will take to 'Correct His Behaviour'. not quite sure what exactly those actions are, maybe they'll make him take pills similar to forever and pac, but whatever it is, tubbo's immediately like "NAHHHH lmaoooo aint no way im doing this... correcting behaviour shit"

they have a short back and forth, which ends with cucurucho going "YOU WILL LEARN." tubbo, who's been kinda smug and boisterous this whole time, pauses for a second and he's like "??? wdym king" to which cucurucho replies with a smiley face and says "I Hope You Enjoy The Island." it then leaves.

tubbo tries to brush this off but can't push down the dread. when he falls asleep he dreams of lava, white halls and guns.

chapter 3:

tubbo wakes up again and this time cucurucho is just sitting and staring him down. tubbo SCREAMS and immediately scrambles as far away from cucurucho as he can, hyperventilating. after realising that cucurucho is still in fact in the room with him, he forces himself to calm down. cucurucho is silent during the whole ordeal.

once tubbo no longer feels like he's about to explode, he pops the Very vital question of "hey king what the fuck are you doing here." cucurucho doesn't initially respond so tubbo pushes, "yknowww i dont mean to like pry or anything but you were literally watching me sleep. i feel like im owed an answer for that yknow. creepy as shit, watching people sleep." he's very obviously anxious.

(this is not actually supposed to be cucurucho stalking him. the feds track everyone on the island including sleep schedules and tubbo wakes at weird times. this is a nod to the whole "morning crew is not actually morning for tubbo" thing but also just that i like to push my terrible sleep schedules onto my faves.)

cucurucho finally writes down a reply, "YOUR SLEEP CYCLE IS IRREGULAR." tubbo's confused, asking "wdym" and rucho responds "ISLANDERS ARE NOT USUALLY ASLEEP AT THIS HOUR."

for a second tubbo's like "what- i slept that long- wait wdym islanders are not usually asleep at this hour??? are you tracking our fuckin sleep schedules??? what the fuck????" to which rucho just goes "CLASSIFIED." which tubbo basically confirms as yes.

tubbo asks the time and rucho responds that it's around 6pm (pst but that's not shared that's just the implied timezone of the island). tubbo's like, "yeah im always asleep at that time you just woke me up for no reason???"

rucho does not reply and goes "HA HA HA." tubbo notices it writing in a book and expects a reply, bouncing back to the "hey what the fuck do you track our sleep schedules, what else do you track?? our items?? the blocks we place?" rucho laughs again but does not hand the book over to tubbo.

gonna pause here because cctubbo just went live, but i am considering having qtubbo sneak a peak at the book (which says "SLEEP SCHEDULE DIFFERENT FROM PREVIOUSLY DOCUMENTED SLEEP SCHEDULE") so that he can question rucho on wtf that means since he's had basically the same sleep schedule since he thawed.

[gloriabomfim]

Unlike human's blood, Reg's blood isn't red, but rather a murky mix of disappointment and mechanical malfunctions. With each splish and splash in the tub, Reg's patience deteriorates like rusty gears, and his temper flares up as if powered by leaking batteries. The Rubbadubbers may come to life in the bathroom, but their dreams of a smooth, wish-fulfilling escapade always turn into nightmares. "If only" quickly morphs into "why did I even wish for this?" as their alternate realities spiral into chaos.

Amelia, the energetic airplane-submarine hybrid, flits around with a false sense of excitement, only to crash and burn in the turbulence of her own ambitions. Finbar, the self-proclaimed mighty shark, chomps at the chance to prove himself, but ends up as toothless as his aspirations. Even Terence, the soap bottle with a superiority complex, finds his bubbles of arrogance burst in the face of reality.

Winona, the mute and hopeful baby whale, is left out of the conversations that spiral into disappointment. Sploshy's attempts at cartwheeling through her problems only lead to further frustration, and Tubb, the so-called leader, is more a sinking ship of unrealistic expectations.

Their dreams, like Reg's robotic stuttering, crash and sputter. And as each episode ends, their joyful preparations for the children's arrival are nothing more than a futile attempt to wash away the persistent stains of their unattainable wishes.

[towntrendy-eng]

Dreams by FERRARI. Ready To Wear Spring 2023

The show of Ferrari collection for next spring took place at the magnificent recently refurbished Teatro Lirico in Milan and attracted Ferrari CEO Benedetto Vigna, John Elkann, president of the Exor group which includes Ferrari, Juventus and The Economist, Delphine Arnault, a board member Ferrari and vice president of the LVMH group. Ermenegildo Zegna from Ermegildo Zegna Group was also spotted on the audience.

As Rocco Iannone, the designer of the collection, said, after two seasons of drawing inspiration from Ferrari cars, this season he drew attention to the social and psychological background of this (not only) means of transport.

His mood board includes, among others Kate Bush next to the 308 GTS; Nastassja Kinski and Monica Vitti with the 250 GT, Cozy Powell and his 308 GT4, Mick Jagger with the 288 GTO, Sonny Crockett and Rico Tubbs with Testarossa.

Iannone stated that he created a collection that mirrors the “lifestyle with the Ferrari logo”.

The first set of the collection consists of four elegant styles made of olive-green cotton - the second styling was inspired by workwear.

The jumpsuit, skirt and loose men's clothing in silk yellow (Giallo Modena color) organza were juxtaposed with a palm print taken from a photo taken by the designer in Los Angeles.

Denim printed in yellow and green or with indigo and white stains (unique!) Were contrasted with the multi-colored variants of this print on silk shirts and knitwear.

Several Formula 1 suits appeared on the catwalk. Although not part of the collection, they were designed to create the right mood. And this mood was also reflected in the market proposals - for example, a red leather women's jumpsuit and a men's brown one. All leather elements in the collection are made of materials obtained from the food industry.

The costumes that are part of the evening set were decorated with nuts, bolts and washers directly from Ferrari's production lines, which were sprinkled with crystals. The collection was completed with pendants with a jittery horse and red spiral earrings.

Photo: Ferrari

[detectiverickitubbs]

What was your inspiration for your Cooper (Tubbs has fallen) verse?

It's a combination of the Hostile Burnett arch that is Canon from Miami Vice and a thread I once had with @ namesburnett’s take that Burnett was never Crockett. Instead, Burnett was an entity of his own, having been raised in the criminal underworld and fought his way to the top. In the thread, Burnett thoroughly broke her; through beatings, brainwashing's, and manipulations. He then poked at and utilize Tubbs’s vigilante impulse, her desperation for revenge over the loss of her son and lover. After forcing her to murder a person from Calderone’s empire, he twisted her by reminding her she could never return back to her job as a cop. It is in this terrible SPIRAL that Cooper finds rebirth.  One of someone who no longer allows their heart to dictate a course of action, but rather a rules with a ruthless intensity.  

For the most part, out of respect for that rper, I leave the entity who broke Tubbs down a pseudo. But I like it because the razor sharpness is such a contrast to her usual personality. I take a lot of things from my major (Criminal Justice) as well.

[josephgraham]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: EastEnders (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ben Mitchell/Charlie "Tubbs" Savage, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Ben Mitchell, Charlie "Tubbs" Savage, Callum "Halfway" Highway, Louise Mitchell, Phil Mitchell Additional Tags: Background Ben Mitchell/Callum "Halfway" Highway, Angst Summary:

Ben is spiraling after 'killing' Keanu. Tubbs is there to help. Complicated feelings ensue.

[nickyusuf]

Tiff and Keegan making an important decision? Tubbs spiralling out of control? that’s gonna be hell of a week! I also wonder if Callum and Whitney’s talk takes place after/before the date

[rivalsofnycupdates]

“Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.”

■ ABOUT. ■

name: Hunter Andrews age: twenty-nine occupation: drug dealer gender: non-binary pronouns: they/them sexuality: utp

■ HISTORY. ■

Since the day Hunter was born, they didn’t fit into the social norms of society. Just because Hunter was born a girl they didn’t feel like pink should be the colour that continuously represented them. Or that on their birthday they should get female dolls or skirts. Hunter never felt that that was right for them. As a kid, they always wanted to play with the boys, mainly on the boy's sports teams, though because Hunter was born a girl, they weren’t allowed on any of the boy's teams which was always very frustrating. When Hunter started high school, they never felt fully included, the boys were friendly, and the girls were friendly, although a lot of the times, especially their teachers wouldn’t know how to act around them.

Despite not fitting in at school, Hunter’s parents were incredibly supportive of them, they both grew up in the small town in Australia they resided in and they often told Hunter that growing up in a town like that, forces people to see the real world. Hunter’s considered America to be the real world, their continuous praise on New York was the reason they decided to move there after high school. Hunter had been dreaming about New York for so long that when they finally arrived, it felt surreal. It took less than a month for Hunter to realize that New York was where they belonged. Hunter found a stable job, a girlfriend, everything someone's life should amount to was found in New York.

Hunter and their girlfriend Lila were getting really serious, though they couldn’t help it. They were in love. The Big Apple ruined it. That’s what it felt like. Hunter was working late almost every night, leaving them very little time for a social life. Though somehow, they made their relationship work. Everything couldn’t have been going better until Hunter’s world came crashing down when they received a phone call from the police department. After listening to the officer on the other line, they rushed to the hospital as per instructions though it was too late. It was explained to Hunter that Lila was mugged and shot. Hunter couldn’t get over Lila’s death. Hunter spent the following year and a half, spiraling into a state of serious depression and out of New York. Hunter knew that Lila wouldn’t have wanted them to live like that, so that’s when Hunter took a handle on their life and found the motivation to find the killer who murdered the love of their life.

■ WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? ■

The return to New York City wasn’t easy, Hunter realized the hard way that in order to make ends meet, someone had to have a stellar job or work beneath the shadows. Hunter choice whichever was easier since they were incredibly desperate and didn’t have the time or resources to work their way up the work ladder. Hunter soon got involved with the sales of drugs, they were making more than enough money to pay rent, and they were climbing the ladder fast. One day, Hunter almost fell off that ladder. Without knowing it, they’d trailed into the wrong set of hands, and instead of getting killed off, the president at the time was impressed with how quick Hunter had reached a high stake in drug sales. A week later Hunter was a prospect to the Quantum of Devils, six years later a strong player regarding the club’s drug sales. With the shift in the presidency, Hunter wasn’t too concerned about it, since Tubbs was someone who wanted to expand the drug income, which only brought a smile to Hunter’s face.

■ KEEP THIS AWAY FROM YOUR ENEMIES ■

In the last few years, Hunter was really starting to doubt the leadership of their old president. When they’d met Tubbs roughly a year ago, Hunter couldn’t help but agree and like Tubbs plans for the future direction of the Devils. Hunter knew that the old Devils president was terrified of Joshua Krongold, a good reason why he never let the drug sales move into their territory. Since joining the Devils, Hunter has always gained a hatred for the Royals, since it felt it was their duty to hate the Royals because of the history between Tubbs and Joshua Krongold. After arriving in New York, Hunter witnessed the aftermath of some of the Royals work, Hunter used to go to this dinner every morning for their early bird special. One morning, it was up in flames, with the Royals tag mark along the back of the building. Hunters hatred for the Royals had now turned personal.

■ RELATIONSHIPS. ■

■ Avery Harding: Laina was sort of a friend. They would meet up for a drink every now and then, although they didn’t talk about their backgrounds at all, they drink, they sleep together, and then move on til another night.  

■ Alicia Lopez: Hunter had trusted Alicia, although there were decisions regarding drug sales and how she chose to run their operation that Hunter didn’t agree with. With the new move to New York, despite enjoying the premise of taking down the competing gang Hunter wasn’t sure if Alicia’s plan would work in a bigger city.

■ Travis Patterson: Hunter was told that Lila’s death had been ruled an accident caused by civilians. Little did she know that the Cop who told her this information was protecting Royals member Travis Patterson.

■ CONNECTIONS. ■

■  Riley Anderson > Friend

■  Garett Miller > Gang President

■  Nari Kim > Friend

■  Jackson Kers > Cop who worked Lila’s case

Hunter Andrews is an OPEN character and is portrayed by Ruby Rose who’s FC IS NOT NEGOTIABLE.

[thespiralgroove-blog]

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[ericsonclan]

The Bliss of Family

Summary: Prisha, Violet and Allison spend some family time together.

Word Count: 1316

Read on AO3:

Violet snuggled closer towards Prisha who nuzzled her head on top of her wife’s. Wrapping her arms tighter around Violet, Prisha sunk deeper into the couch and let herself bask in her wife’s warmth. Violet gently brushed her thumb on top of her wife’s hand. The couple became lost in the simple joy of cuddling until Sir Tubbs hopped up. The cat strolled over on the top of the couch and traveled toward the couple. His eyes looked over at Prisha before his paws stepped onto Violet’s face and he plopped over.

“What the-” Violet’s swears were muffled by the cat’s fur as he purred happily.

“Sir Tubbs, no!” Prisha picked up the cat and placed him down onto Violet’s lap.

Sir Tubbs gave a smokey meow then curled up on the blonde’s lap, quickly falling asleep. Violet coughed and brushed some fur from her mouth.

“Are you alright, Violet? He didn’t scratch your face, right?” Prisha leaned forward in concern.

“I’m fine,” Violet grumbled and moved Prisha’s arm closer around her. Shuffling around a bit, the two continued to cuddle for a few minutes before Allison walked out of her room.

“Hey. Wanna paint some rocks?” Allison moved forward and placed some stones on the coffee table. Prisha and Violet shared a quick look.

“Sure, sounds fun,” Violet untangled herself from her wife’s arms and worked to get Sir Tubbs off her lap. The cat complained and held onto Violet’s pants.

“Let go of my fucking pants, Sir Tubbs!” Violet struggled with the cat who refused to give in.

“Sir Tubbs,” Allison held up a cat toy and tossed it across the room. The cat’s eyes grew wide and he released his grip on the blonde’s pants before lazily walking over and laying beside the toy. His paws slowly moved the toy back and forth as Sir Tubbs got lost in the fun.

“I shall get the paints,” Prisha rose up from her spot and walked over to a small shelf. Rummaging around, she returned with some paints, paintbrushes and paper plates. Violet scurried up to her feet and helped her wife.

“Thank you,” Prisha gave Violet a quick kiss before looking towards her daughter. “Allison, could you grab some water for the paintbrushes?” Allison nodded and casually walked into the kitchen to grab what she needed. Violet quickly set up the different paints and began to ask what colors the others wanted.

“I’ll be using the teal and white paints,” Prisha replied with a smile then worked to set up the True Crimes podcast on her phone.

“Okay, what about you, Allison?” Violet looked up to see her daughter already returning back with the water.

“Gray, white, black and pink.” The teen placed down the different containers of water then looked down to realize she had on her froggie hoodie. “Shit, I’m gonna grab my paint hoodie.”

“Grab mine too,” Violet called out while she worked to place white, gold, and dark blue on her paper plate.

“Here you go, Mom,” Allison tossed over a paint-stained hoodie to violet before she put on her own hoodie that had a few paint splotches of its own. Suddenly the sound of the podcast started with the hosts introducing themselves.

“Alright, it's all set,” Prisha smiled then grabbed a paintbrush and dipped it into the teal paint. Slowly she began to cover her rock that Allison had picked specifically for her.

The three of them sat in silence for a bit, listening to the podcast about a crime case while painting their rocks. Violet had decided to paint her rock like a starry sky. After making sure the dark blue paint she’d gotten every inch of the rock had dried, Violet started the detailed work of the stars. The blonde grabbed a smaller paintbrush and stuck her tongue out slightly in concentration while she filled the sky with stars.

Allison glanced up, a faint smile appearing on her face before she resumed her painting. She had decided to go with painting a possum. Allison knew that Willy would love this gift once it was done. She could just imagine the big smile on his face when he saw that she had made a Garbage rock for him. Pouring all her concentration into her art, Allison made sure to make the possum look grumpy while still maintaining its cuteness. She smiled down at her progress so far; it really was starting to look like Garbage.

Prisha stopped her task for a moment to look up at her family, her heart growing warm at the sight of their soft smiles. She soon returned to her painting and made sure that the paint was evenly distributed and smooth on her rock. Once the teal paint had dried, Prisha took a thin paintbrush and began to carefully write Violet’s name. After she had finished painting that name in cursive she added her own, then Allison’s.

“Don’t forget Sir Tubbs,” Allison glanced up from her rock and looked at her mom.

“Yeah, can't forget that chunky little shit,” Violet muttered when suddenly she felt something headbutt her arm. Looking down, she saw that Sir Tubbs had forced his way onto her lap. “Yeah, yeah, love you too, jerk.” Violet smiled faintly and began to paint again. The crime podcast continued and got to a case of a teenager around Allison’s age that had gone missing. Prisha frowned at the phone and stopped her painting.

“We can skip this one,” Violet took Prisha’s hand and gave a gentle squeeze. Allison didn’t wait for an answer and immediately went to the next episode of the podcast.

Prisha was silent for a moment. “You both carry your pepper spray wherever you go, right?”

“Yeah, any asshole dumb enough to try anything will get a face full of that shit,” Violet gave a reassuring look over to her wife.

“We’re always safe.” Allison held up her keychain with her pepper spray. “Besides, aren’t we gonna take a self defense class soon or something?”

“That's right,” Prisha nodded and slowly began to paint again. Her spiral of worry was fizzling out. Violet changed the topic and soon the three continued their painting. After a while they were done and proudly showed off their rocks.

“These are lovely! I’ll put them on the kitchen counter and we can start cleaning up,” Prisha delicately took the rocks and walked away.

“Help me with the paint,” Violet mumbled to her daughter and started to grab the dirty paintbrushes and such. Allison silently nodded before helping her mom clean up. After a few minutes everything was put away and Violet and Allison were on the couch with Sir Tubbs.

“Shall we watch a movie?” Prisha offered as she looked through the different DVDs.

“Yeah, I’ll make the popcorn,” Violet jumped up and scampered off to the kitchen.

“What movie should we watch?” Prisha looked over to her daughter.

“Lord of the Rings,” Allison pulled down the blanket on top of the couch to use once her moms joined her on the couch.

“Alright, let's start from the beginning,” Prisha smiled and began to work on setting up the movie. Soon the popcorn was ready and the movie had begun. Allison tossed the blanket and let it drape over the three of them before grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it in her mouth. The three quickly became swept up in the movie, returning to a world that they all enjoyed hearing about. The movie’s first hour flew by and the three slowly began to fall asleep under the warmth of the blanket. Violet’s head tilted to the side and fell onto Allison’s shoulder. Her daughter muttered something in her sleep and leaned closer to Prisha who had her arm wrapped around her family. Sir Tubbs jumped up and curled onto Allison’s lap, joining the wonderful surprise of a family cuddle.

[detectiverickitubbs]

"You don't want to do this... this isn't you!"

A miserable strain of music tangles in the night air and promptly suffocates, dying a terrible death in Tubbs’s consciousness. She’s hyper-focused on the hardened face of the man she looms above. Familiarity is no stranger upon on the illuminated outline of her own countenance.

This was the face she saw when she woke up tangled in sheets and drenched in a flood of sweat. The face she saw in nearly every wayward shadow. The one she expected to see lingering around every corner. And witnessing it in this very minute sends her spiraling back into the dank in New York City. In the span of one minute, everything once more began to remind her of her elder brother. She tried not think of his joke about a pink elephant that has stuck with her since the age of fifteen. Nor how it made her feel even all these years later. She tried, with every ounce of desperation to pretend Raphael was still around. That all she’d have to do is pick up a payphone or house phone and call him collect. Pretending has yet to erase the fact that he was painfully, irrevocably gone. He wasn’t coming back, and it was all because of this--bastard. She could hardly call Esteban Calderone a man.

Vehemence emanates from some stormy corner of Tubbs’s soul. Cruel winter seeps in with a malicious vengeance that beckons from the deepest fathoms of Tubbs’s eyes. Tempest tossed foam churns violently to ice several degrees colder than the piece ensnared between her fingers. She jabs the barrel into the crime boss’s forehead.

Inflamed, Tubbs can feel the sparks of seething anger warming her blood to a boil. Vehemence the likes of which, had scantly been felt before and would probably not be felt again. Her lips curtly curl and her nose scrunches inwards. She’s silently willing him to give her the provocation she needs to justify the course of action Tubbs is hell-bent on taking.

At her partner’s words, she peered incredulously upwards. “Why not?” Tubbs snaps. Her jaw tightens, crunching down under the weight of her fury. Calderone’s already escaped countless jails and courts. The justice system was full of corruption. A fact, she can’t deny and no longer had the liberty of ignoring. Not when it allowed men like him to have free reign.

Esteban’s etch-a-sketch grin taunted her. It widened till it could go no further. He had no damned right to grin at her nor did he have the right to comment upon her earnings as a cop. “Shut up...” she hisses. The longer she dwells upon all of the injustices Calderone has dealt out, the more intensely she felt the bubbling in her blood. The same heat that filled her veins seeped into all of Tubbs’s muscles.

“I’m going to put him down like the rabid animal he is.” The world is better off without Calderone. Miami, Bogata Colombia, Cuba, New York- they’d all be safer once he was dispatched to the place of his origin- HELL. She’d enjoy this. She’d enjoy pulling the trigger on the bastard. Even more so, she’d enjoy watching him twitch and suffer as he waited the angel of death; very much like her own brother had done in her arms.

Her stance stiffens, the barrel of her gun caressing the sickeningly sweaty forehead of the one known as the Colombian. Pure animosity reigns shining like beacons on a darkened sea.

“This ends--- NOW!” Her pointer-fingers slides into it’s precarious place on the trigger. The safety’s off. The bullets are loaded and whichever one is selected by the randomized spin, it had his name, and his name alone, engraved in on the metallic bullet. She’s already chased him half way across the east coast and lost him once before. It WON’T happen again. It is a vow she made herself. Unfortunately, it’s one she wanted to keep.

“Sadie, turn your back or leave. I don’t want you incriminated in this.” If there was going to be a price to pay, it would be Tubbs’s alone to carry and if there were to be any reprisals from Esteban’s family or his gang.

The badge meant nothing if men like him got to disappear into the slimy underground. Sure, Sadie was right. This wasn't who Ricki was- but it could be. It should be.

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