FUCK YEAH SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT

adeandabet:

whydoihaveablog:

Christopher Meloni Super Close-Up Part 9: C-Meloni gets rage-control advice from a child-rapist, feels uneasy child-rapist is so spot on, wants to show you his pores.

These may be my favorite posts on Tumblr.

adeandabet:

whydoihaveablog:

tesslynch:

Law & Order: SVU — WHEN THE CAMERAS STOP ROLLING

Detective Stabler sat down at his desk. He pinched his nose. Another tough day.

He opened his desk drawer, which always stuck at the first tug. He removed a leather-bound journal. He placed it in front of him, then took his cell phone from his pocket and turned it off.

He opened the journal to a page three quarters of the way through, creasing the page. He grabbed a pen from the holder next to his computer. He started to write, stopped, put the pen down. He grabbed a glass paperweight that sat on a stack of bills and heaved it towards the window. The window shattered.

“Elliot, what the fuck,” cried his wife, from the kitchen.

“I’ve had a terrible day!” Detective Stabler cried back. There was glass all over the floor in front of the window, now. How was he going to get all that glass up?

The cat scratched at the door.

“Go away, Sneakers,” mumbled Detective Stabler. The cat let loose a pathetic stream of mews. “I said go away!”

Detective Stabler clutched his ears. God, the incessant noise of the city. He opened the door and let the cat in.

“Oh, shoot, the glass,” said Detective Stabler. He held the cat in one hand, knelt, and tried to sweep up the glass with last week’s copy of New York Magazine. The shards embedded themselves in the floorboards. Those stupid old floorboards. He should seal those. Or maybe ask his wife. Her job was less demanding. The cat in Detective Stabler’s arms growled.

“Hang on there, Sneakers,” said Detective Stabler. His wife was now standing in the doorway.

“Is that The New Yorker?” she asked.

“No, New York.”

“What? The New Yorker?”

“No! No! God damn, whatever your name is, will you take the god damn cat! Can’t you see there’s glass!”

“I’m asking because if it’s The New Yorker, you can go ahead, but if it’s New York, I was going to use a recipe. So don’t use it for glass. Or cleaning up.” She folded her arms. She could see it was the magazine that she didn’t want him to use. “God, Elliot.” She left the room and slammed the door behind her, taking Sneakers along.

Knew there was a reason I looked at Tumblr one more time before bed.

Gonna marry u 1 day, Elliot Stabler. Gonna marry u.

adeandabet:

“Inspirtion for next year’s halloween costume” - Vince

6od:

kl7:

barelysarcasm:

melancholyjen:

mkat21:

Detective Stabler and Jim Halpert

can you get any more awesome in this picture?

This is awesome!

WOAH WOAH WOAH.

Pretty sure I had a threesome with these two in my dream last night/the night before/night before that…

randomnightout:

LAW & ORDER SVU EVENT

molls:

Dear Fat Agyness on the Law and Order: SVU episode entitled “Mean”,

Unbreak my heart.

Love,

Molls