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E/O in a parallel universe prompt fic challenge @eoficchallenge.bsky.social · 29/12/2025

Prompting is open! Prompting starts tonight (Dec. 28) and goes through Jan. 10th. All submissions are due on Feb. 18th at midnight. Works will be released on a staggered basis from Feb. 19-27. Please take a look at all the FAQ’s and rules! archiveofourown.org/collections/...

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the chris meloni project @meloniproject.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay to appear on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade tomorrow!

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McSweeney's @mcsweeneys.net · 31/10/2025

"CHICKEN FINGERS is bonded with another cat, CAPTAIN STINKY PANTS. CAPTAIN STINKY PANTS is a charming 20-lb Maine Coon mix who hates children, has moderate bowel incontinence, and only eats sushi-grade tuna. CAPTAIN STINKY PANTS and CHICKEN FINGERS must be adopted together."

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A Brief Questionnaire Before You Adopt This Rescue Cat

Thank you for your interest in CHICKEN FINGERS, an available cat with Furrever Rescue. Furrever Rescue currently has over a hundred cats that despe...

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McSweeney's @mcsweeneys.net · 24/10/2025

SALAD SPINNER: We will cook nutritious meals together. A healthy lifestyle leads to a healthy marriage. 10 YEARS LATER: This gadget stays front and center in the kitchen cabinet, because the inner basket works as a perfect strainer to drain the kids’ Kraft macaroni and cheese.

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Our Wedding Gifts: Ten Years Later

Twenty-four crystal champagne flutes: I love entertaining, so these beautiful champagne flutes are a must-have for the elegant sit-down dinner part...

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Mychal Threets @mychal3ts.bsky.social · 20/10/2025

The first two episodes of the revival of Reading Rainbow have nearly 500,000 views each 🤯 Do you know how cool that is for literacy, for book joy?! We are all worthy of reading, we are all readers 💚 And NOW episode three is out! Take a look, it’s in a book 📚🌈🦋 youtu.be/e4VIV48ZB0M?feature=shared

YouTube KidZuko clips of the first two episodes of the revival of Reading Rainbow. Both of the clips have over 400,000 views each

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Anon Barbie @anonbarbie.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

God is a woman.

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Summer @xsummerchildx.bsky.social · 26/09/2025

#EO 5 hugs / 26 years

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SAM 🥂🧭🫶 @samwrites99.bsky.social · 26/09/2025

FALL IN LOVE AGAIN AND AGAIN

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McSweeney's @mcsweeneys.net · 23/06/2025

A man stirs the pot. “It’s a metaphor,” he says. The frog is sweating. The frog is informed that this is due to a natural variation in temperature. “He’s clearly boiling the frog,” say the other frogs. All books about frogs have vanished from the library.

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Signs the Frog Has Been Boiled

A large pot sits in plain sight. There’s a frog in it. Every day, Leader announces his plans to boil the frog. His campaign slogan was “BOIL THAT F...

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McSweeney's @mcsweeneys.net · 05/08/2025

"It’s so predictable and pathetic how there’s some big uproar every time a cute young lady winks at the camera or a creepy old man who is president sloppily covers up his involvement with a pedophile sex offender."

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Liberals Get So Upset About Every Little Jeans Ad and Blatant Corruption Scandal

Some hyper-sensitive Americans love to cry buckets of liberal tears over every minor provocation, like the Sydney Sweeney jeans ad or how the polic...

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the chris meloni project @meloniproject.bsky.social · 02/08/2025

A new bts video of Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay on set shows Olivia walking up and finding Elliot standing outside the car, then they hug. 📸 elissageckeler/tiktok

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 29/07/2025

OC Season 5 on Primetime? I’m not complaining! ❤️

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Andy Richter @andyrichter.co · 18/07/2025

Stephen Colbert is a profoundly good and deeply talented man with a great staff and an excellent show. They all deserve better.

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TVLine @tvline.bsky.social · 11/07/2025

It's official, #Scrubs fans: JD, Turk and Elliot will reunite in Season 10, coming soon to ABC. Get the details here. tvline.com/news/scrubs-...

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McSweeney's @mcsweeneys.net · 18/06/2025

"Performing the role of 'body' for you has been akin to participating in an irreparably toxic workplace environment. One where management actively ignores the research and trauma-backed warnings I issue on a regular basis."

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I Am Your Body and I Am Done Keeping Score

It’s me, your body, the one you’ve inhabited for thirty-plus years. I refuse to say exactly how many, because, as of today, keeping a precise count...

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McSweeney's @mcsweeneys.net · 18/06/2025

"One time, after I started not reading Ulysses, I got distracted by not reading The Goldfinch, which had been sitting on my bedside table for months and as far as I was concerned could continue to do so. I mean, it’s not going to not read itself."

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Maybe This Will Be the Year I Finally Get Around to Continuing Not to Read Ulysses

As we enter the new year, it’s important to set goals, maybe tackle that big project you’ve been putting off. For me, it’s getting back to not read...

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McSweeney's @mcsweeneys.net · 16/06/2025

A large pot sits in plain sight. There’s a frog in it. Every day, Leader announces his plans to boil the frog. His campaign slogan was “BOIL THAT FROG.” He has already made at least one run on the stove. A man stirs the pot with a large stick. “It’s a metaphor,” he says.

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Signs the Frog Has Been Boiled

A large pot sits in plain sight. There’s a frog in it. Every day, Leader announces his plans to boil the frog. His campaign slogan was “BOIL THAT F...

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 11/06/2025

“Good morning, sunshine.” ☀️❤️#SilkStalkings #SamsForever

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the chris meloni project @meloniproject.bsky.social · 21/05/2025

SNEAK PEEK: Elliot Stabler Fights Newly Developed Tremors #OrganizedCrime

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Christi Nolan @christinolan.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

Holy banana peels

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 15/05/2025

This entire thread is beautiful. 🥹❤️

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Mike Sacks @mikebsacks.bsky.social · 21/04/2025

Ladies & Gentlemen, the great Chris Meloni tinyurl.com/2y6ywhhr #chrismeloni

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 13/04/2025

Part 2 of the angst-fest I posted last week. (Part 1 in the comments in case you missed it!) #eo #eofic

She agreed to meet him. That was something, at least.

It’s been seven days since their argument. Their kiss. Elliot swears his lips are still swollen, tingling with the power and passion that Olivia bleeds into everything she fights against and fights for. He’s still not sure where he lands in the dichotomy, but if that was the only time he’ll ever kiss Olivia Benson, he needs to know why she did it. If it meant forgiveness or finality.

She picked a neutral place- a bar a few blocks from her apartment, and he knows why she chose it: it gives her a quick exit if she needs to run. If his words scare her off once and for all, or she’s the one issuing a final decree and needs to retreat quickly without ordering an Uber or hailing a cab.

After everything he’s learned this week, he’ll never block her exit again.

The file was waiting on his desk when he returned from their confrontation in the hallway. Jet and the others had mysteriously vanished from the squad room, and Ayanna nervously peeked at him from her office window, keeping a safe, yet watchful distance.

After all these years, he didn’t deserve kid gloves and subtlety. He wished he could admit that he was ready for whatever lay inside the manilla folder, but nothing could have prepared him for the pages of torture, the pictures of his partner in the aftermath of saving herself from the devil: her autonomy stolen, her eyes vacant, her body marred. Her soul forever tarnished and traumatized.

Forgiveness isn’t an option. He’ll carry the sin of his absence for the rest of his life, a welcomed burden that he’ll add to his many failures, the admittance that the two loves of his life suffered because of him. He didn’t know how to let go of either one of them, and he knows he’s a selfish bastard. Always has been about what he protects.

(Or fails to. At this point, he’s 0 for 2 and spiraling.)

Elliot’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he frowns, his stomach churning as he draws it in front of his face, fully expecting Olivia’s hasty cancellation.

Noah isn’t home tonight. Come to my place instead.

He swallows thickly, pondering the implication of the venue change. It could be a good thing, having this delicate conversation without an audience.

Somehow, he knows he’s fooling himself.

Olivia opens the door, and he’s already itching with want. She looks exhausted, emotionally drained, her face tinged with nervous energy and a terse smile. Elliot’s captivated by her beauty and edginess, unsure of what to do with the spark that ignited when his lips finally touched hers, nor with the devastation that has consumed his soul ever since. He wants to hold her and never let go, absorb her demons and slay them forever.

She offers him a beer as she pours herself a healthy glass of red, and for a moment everything seems normal. They do the perfunctory chit chat like a week ago never happened, but he feels the talons of anxiety clawing at them as the minutes pass. As the years passed.

He doesn’t know where to begin, but he knows where he wants it to end. It’s now or never.

“Olivia, all I thought of was you. All I ever thought of was you.”

“That’s comforting, Elliot,” she scoffs, the sarcasm thick in her throat. “It’s nice to know you were thinking of me when I was bound in the trunk of a car, or playing Russian roulette with a monster.”

Oh, fuck this.

He slams his beer down and glares at her, tears stinging his eyes, and the petulance immediately drains from her demeanor. Even in her anger, it’s asinine to assume for even a second that he wouldn’t be absolutely gutted by the news of what happened to her. He sees a flicker of guilt in her eyes- the reminder of all they’ve both lost through the time and miles apart. She softens enough to face him fully, daring to touch his forearm for emphasis.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair.” She shakes her head, steadying her breath on a long exhale. “I don’t blame you for what happened.”

“Yeah, you do.” When her head snaps up to disagree, he interjects with a growl. “Because you know if I was here, there wouldn’t have been a car trunk or Russian roulette, or you gone for two whole fucking days before anyone noticed. You should blame me for all of it.”

His point lands and the truth emerges when the tears spill down her cheeks. The last thing he wants to do is make her cry, but this is a conversation four years too late, and they’re having it now.

When she finds her voice above the sobs, it’s ruinous. “If you were here, you’d be dead or rotting in a jail cell. And then what? I mean, isn’t that why you left in the first place? I was never your family, Elliot, and I would never let you sacrifice yourself for me. You have a family that needs you whole and present. I dragged you down.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you hear me? You matter, Liv. You’ve always mattered, in the most important ways.”

She gives a mirthless chuckle. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

They linger in that for a few minutes. It’s not wrong, he’s always had a stupid way of handling his emotions, but he needs to make it right. If this is the first and last time they hash this out, it has to be complete without any misunderstandings. The simple, messy truth.

“Liv, I gotta know… Why did you kiss me?”

“Why did you leave me?” It’s a whispered rebuttal, a raise in the stakes. He realizes that she won’t show her hand until he calls her bluff. All in, or she folds.

“Because I was in love with you. Because even though I loved Kathy, I was bonded to you in a way that was earth-shattering. Because I knew then that if I saw you again, I’d want to kiss you and never stop.” He inches closer to her and laces his fingers with hers, and she lets him. Progress. “Because I’m still in love with you, and I don’t know what to do with that. Your turn.”

Olivia sniffles, staring at their joined hands. “Because I didn’t kiss you after Gitano. Or at The Swing Set. Or when I was saving your ass from animal traffickers.” Her eyes lock with his. “Or when I was walking out of hell and just wanted you.”

That breaks him. His control falters and he moves his hands up to caress her face, his touch loaded with apologies. She doesn’t back down, leans into him, nuzzles his palm and kisses his wrist as the tears finally break and spill over. She’s distraught, actively crying now, and he feels it, the fear that radiates from her in this moment. He folds her into his embrace and holds her like he’s always wanted to, without hesitation or boundaries. Tightly, fiercely, strongly and securely, he gives her the comfort she deserved and needed from him, even if it’s a decade too late.

Slowly, she relaxes, with him murmuring quiet reassurances in her ear and tracing delicate patterns along her back. It doesn’t feel like a goodbye, not anymore, but he needs confirmation, the tendrils of panic creeping into his veins.

“Olivia, what do you need? What do you want?”

Her eyes shine and she smiles- no longer terse, but brimming with affection and forgiveness. “El, I love you. I’ve always loved you. I want you.”

This time, their kiss is wondrous: a promise for a new beginning. A fresh start filled with hope and awe as their lips meander slowly and curiously.

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skip-hence.bsky.social @skip-hence.bsky.social · 10/04/2025

It’s been a hot minute, but…

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 10/04/2025

🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 06/04/2025

Special thanks to @rahleeyah.bsky.social for reminding me about a time that I truly hated Elliot’s face. (Pic in comments.) #eo #eofic Part two for this pending…

$“No.” Olivia yanks her arm out of Elliot’s grasp and storms toward the exit, clocking the giant fan blades slowly rotating at the far end of the hallway. She never noticed that the damn thing worked until now, and it’s fucking mesmerizing, like she’s never seen a fan before. If she could just get past, get away, round the corner, remember why she’s mad and let the fury speed her movements, she could escape this impending confrontation. A conversation percolating for a lifetime, one they are not having in the middle of OCCB, his entire team within earshot. But when she slows a half-second to stare at the fan, he’s right behind her, his heavy boots echoing in the emptiness of their fractured friendship. The day started messy, and ended in disaster. A case loaded with similarities: a kidnapped woman by a suspect Elliot’s team has been watching for months, evidence of torture left in the wake of the taking. Ayanna called Olivia in to consult, not because of her experiences but because of her experience, as their teams worked together to examine the details and locate the victim. Everyone knew. Olivia purposely spoke to the room as if everyone knew. And now she has her answer. Elliot didn’t know. His confusion was palpable as she kept an even tone, speaking as a captain instead of a survivor, answering questions about policies and protocol, helping them to determine that as similar as it was, it didn’t fit a copycat profile. She watched as his confusion morphed into discovery, then devastation, then guilt. Four years, and he hasn’t asked anything about her life. Fuck him.$

Olivia provided her expertise, delegated responsibilities, and now she was out the door, back to the safety net of her office and squad
That damn fan.
"Liv, wait." In four strides he's caught up, effectively stepping in front of her to stop her movements, pain evident in his weathered features. She glances at him quickly and it's enough; it's the looks she's waited years for but never wanted to see.
"No. You don't get to do this. Not after everything." She tries to shoulder past but it's like trying to move a boulder, all brawn, impossibly stoic and strong. The fan blades circulate next to her, a wisp in her ears like a heartbeat, and she just wants quiet so she can think.
He's relentlessly still like a giant sequoia, and she knows he'd let her go past if she really pushed. He'd never forcibly block her exit, especially knowing what he's pieced together from the bits and pieces revealed in the briefing. Words like drugged and burned rolling off her tongue as if they'd happened to someone else in a parallel universe.
She steps sideways and his arm juts out reflexively, brushing against her waist, and god, she wants to run, but his fingers feel like lightning against her skin, and his eyes are lasering into hers full of care and concern and want. It's her kitchen all over again.
"Liv, please." It's a rumbled whisper, a voice strangled with realization; the effect his absence caused. She has never blamed him for Lewis and never will, but they both know what lies in the unspoken truth between them: his presence would have mattered. She has speculated, imagined, and fantasized the many ways he would have been there for her, and they all turned up empty.

Now he's here, ten years too late with his crumpled face, and this fucking fan is too distracting, and she snaps, her frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface.
"Why did you come back, Elliot? Why couldn't you have just stayed away?"
He's silent, staring, eyes brimmed with tears. She can't look, gaining momentum in
"All I keep thinking of is your smug grin in the hospital, when Kathy couldn't believe we didn't speak for ten years. You looked so proud for being the dutiful husband and abandoning me. Well, good for you; you kept your vows to your wife, and destroyed your vows to your partner."
"That was never my intention. I never wanted to leave you."
"Well, 'what we had was never real, right?"
"I'm sorry. For all of it."
"I don't want your apologies. I don't want anything."
"That's not true."
"You're right. Maybe I do want things. Maybe I deserve them. But not from you. You don't deserve me, Elliot."
"You're right. I don't."
"Yet, you want something anyway. You want forgiveness and absolution, you want me to pretend that I didn't blink one day and you were gone. You want me to stay in the bubble you concocted in your head, where I stood still and time didn't move forward."
"No, Liv, I wanted you to thrive."

"A lot happened without you. I became a sergeant, lieutenant, and captain without you. I became a mom without you. I almost got married without you. And I got kidnapped and tortured without you."
Elliot looks absolutely wrecked, and it inflames something within her, the need to show him what he's missed blazing through every nerve in her body.
He doesn't get to do this. But she does.
She grabs him, unapologetically and unprofessionally, in this hallway with the whirring fan and his squad close by, and she smashes her lips against his. There's nothing romantic or seductive about it: it's ownership and selfishness, possessiveness and anger.
He responds - he responds- and oh she was not prepared for the fallout of kissing Elliot Stabler. He battles back, grabbing her shoulders and caging her into the wall, the fan swirling behind her as he pours his own heartbreak and fury into the kiss. It's everything they haven't said to one another, that they ve kept tucked away under the layers of remorse and grief. Her body betrays her as she fucking moans into his mouth, and it isn't until she hears his own groan in return that she snaps back to reality and tears herself away.
Speechless, breathless, she turns on her heels and walks out.
This time, he doesn't go after her.
It feels like a final goodbye.

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the chris meloni project @meloniproject.bsky.social · 19/03/2025

Christopher Meloni on the set of Law & Order: SVU on March 19, 2025.

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John Green @johngreensbluesky.bsky.social · 13/03/2025

As of 2022, only 29 US states required some kind of sex ed in schools—and about half of those didn’t require the information to be medically accurate. Where you live shouldn’t dictate your quality of education. The first episode of Crash Course Sex Ed is available now! youtu.be/SkSItIS_Xl0?...

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What is sex?: Sex Ed #1

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Doctors TARDIS @doctorstardis.bsky.social · 10/03/2025

We can upload 3 minute videos now. YOU KNOW THE RULE

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 11/03/2025

I found it! archiveofourown.org/works/314887...

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 10/03/2025

Help me out- I know I have it bookmarked but cannot remember the title! Which fic is the one where Liv is “lightly stabbed”?

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Julia @juliagulia6.bsky.social · 03/03/2025

The most difficult part of writing fanfic for a ship that ended thirty years ago is knowing how it ends, yet trying to write them positively and beautifully anyway. Writing for a future they will never get to have. At times I’ve rewritten their ending, but this fic is different, and it hurts. 😭

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