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ozimagines · 13 days

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Hello there! I haven’t ever seen you write for this character, so I completely understand if you don’t wish to. I was wondering if you had any thoughts about Jeremiah Cloutier falling for someone? If possible, a masc/gender non-conforming person? As I said, totally okay if not! I hope you have a good weekend.

Absolutely! I don’t write him often, you’re right, but he was a fascinating character with a great portrayal by Luke Perry. And a Holy man with a masc/non-gender conforming reader gives the possibility for some interesting character studies.

(Also y’all are so polite in your asks!🥹 I’ll take them all! I love Oz character imagines and will always take the opportunity to try something new!)

Jeremiah Cloutier falling for a Masc/Gender Non-Conforming Reader would include…

He’s a man of God. He knows this about himself.

Since he was young, he knew that he had a higher calling. 👼

He stays friendly with all those in his parish, keeps close with his flock, as it were. They’re all pretty standard church goers, nothing unexpected. (All gender conforming)

So it wasn’t hard for his eyes to fall on you in the middle of a sermon one day.

It was odd. At first you were an affront to his sensibilities, and he wanted to pivot his sermon to talk about what God expects from men and what he expects of women… but his tongue stops before he can start.

He sees the way others regard you, like some sort of insult.

But he lets you stay.

Because just as you are unlike those in his congregation in appearances, you are also unlike them in your actions.

They largely come once a week and forget him for the other six days unless they have to win a political debate.

You’re focused. Intimidatingly so. But you’re not staring at him. You’re staring through him.

It takes him a minute to realize you’re inspecting the stained glass windows behind him. Looking at something he struggles to see even though he’s stared at that same window himself as he prays.

After the sermon, he shakes some hands, kisses some babies, all that’s expected of him.

But he pushes through people to make sure you don’t leave without him speaking to you.

It’s not hard to find you, you’re still sitting in the pew with your head down, lips moving but no sounds leaving.

He sits down next to you, and you immediately take notice.

“Reverend!”😳

He stops you instantly.

“Please, continue to pray. I’ll do the same.”

You sit in silence, both your heads down, both in deep concentration.

When everyone leaves, he turns to you.

“I’ve… well, you’ve never been to service before.”

You blush a little and stutter.

“I… wasn’t supposed to be here this time.”

You explain that you were sitting in the pew when the service started, and when people started to file in, you just stayed.😂

“What were you praying for, my child?”

“I… don’t know if I was.”

You explain you have a rocky relationship with the church. That you were told from a very young age what God expected from you… and you weren’t sure it was a contract you wanted.

He asks why you came into a church at all, still patient.

Cloutier is different from some of the other Christians in Oz; he’s pompous and self assured but he’s curious, with a mind that won’t let him leave an unturned stone.

“It’s that window.”

You point to the stained glass window with a sheepish look. It’s Jesus and Mary, surrounded by angels.

“You think that’s what they look like? The angels, I mean?”

He starts to go on this long spiel on how one interprets the Bible but you stop him.

“That’s not what I’m asking. Every time I see an angel in print, they have white wings… in stained glass, it’s rainbow, like a parrots. And when the light hits it right, they glow. I wonder… if the angels only have white wings, or are some of them rainbow?”🌈

He genuinely does not know how to answer that question, and he finds himself staring at that same stained glass window with a totally different view.

You apologize for crashing his sermon, but he assures you all are welcome in God’s house. ⛪️✝️

You thank him but have heard that before.

Next week, he searches the crowd for your face but you aren’t there.

You aren’t there for two more sermons.

When he finally sees you, it’s on a Wednesday night. He’s alone in the church after a mid-week sermon, when he hears the church doors open. The main doors are always open to allow people to pray.

He leaves his office and sees you sitting in the same pew, staring at the stained glass window. He cannot stop his own smile.

You apologize again, and ask if you’re disturbing him.

He insists you’re not and that he’s just working on the Sunday service.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked, about the rainbow angels.”

He explains that the Bible is moral law written in poetic form, but that it’s all true. You smile as he explains in his vanilla Christian style; nothing you haven’t heard before, again.

You’re quiet while he talks, and as he does, he looks directly into your eyes. You have wonderfully bright and vivacious eyes.

He starts to broach the obvious subject.

“There are certain… lifestyles… that are against God’s plan-“

You stop him. You tell him you’ve heard that before too. That God’s love is conditional in every sense of the word.

When you weren’t sure who you were, you hated yourself and everyone still loved you. Now that you know who you are, you love yourself and everyone hates you.

“There’s no room for rainbow angels in God’s plan.”😭

He doesn’t really have an answer for that. He’d delivered sermons against non-traditional lifestyles (largely LGBTQIA+ 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍⚧️) so how could he tell you he thought any different?

But he’d never seen this side before. You were hurting but not because you were at war with yourself, but because everyone seemed at war with you.

He tells you that while he was firm in his position on God, that his door is always open to you. That he’d be there to guide you.

He prays that night. He prays that you find your way; that you follow God’s plan and become a churchgoer.

As he does this his heart aches. All he can picture is your words and your searching eyes.

“There’s no room for rainbow angels in God’s plan.”

You come over next Wednesday after service. He’s got his head in the Bible again, lovingly searching over its words.

You ask him what the draw is. Why he loves harder than most.

“It’s His love. It’s boundless and everlasting.”

You wonder how he can think that when half his sermons are just lists of exceptions.

He appreciates your candor and asks your relationship with God.

“Estranged. For a long time, I wanted his love more than anything. When it was clear that it didn’t belong to me as I am, I wanted nothing to do with it… and now…”

“And now…?” He continues, hand reaching out to yours to comfort you.

“Now I know something. Either God is all powerful and not all knowing or he’s all knowing and not all powerful, and if he is that… then he’s just like us. And he deserves a break too. I think God made us like a science experiment, but then we got out of hand. And now he can only watch.”

He tells you the best way to solidify your relationship with God is to follow his plan. That he is all knowing and all powerful. That his love is worth it.

You shake your head, heatedly, insisting that any God without imperfection is a tyrant expecting obedience on threat of abandonment and eternal suffering. That he couldn’t possibly understand what it is to exist in the modern world.

You two talk for hours, hardly seeing eye to eye, but with the sweet canter of his voice, you know his words never come from a place of anger.

You thank him for spending this time with you. For listening, even if he didn’t agree.

He tells you again that you’re welcome any time, and that he’s made a lifetime commitment to being God’s messenger, and if he can convey any of that to you, then he’s happy.

He tells you he’s glad, and squeezes your hand… for a little too long. You realize this and so does he.

He can’t get you out of his head the next few days. So few people in his congregation met with him after hours just to talk biblical philosophy.

You cared more than most.

He seeks council on his feelings from the last person who’d expect to see him

Father Mukada was shocked as Reverend Cloutier entered his office. 🤯

They greet each other like old friends and then get straight to business.

“There’s this… person. He… she… this person is not a… traditional member of either of our flocks. But… they have questions…”

He explains the rainbow angels theory, and Mukada listens with the open heart he’s always had. Cloutier says he wants you as a part of his congregation. Mukada asks the very reasonable question… why?

Because you try. Because you’re searching for answers he wants to give you. Because you’re hurting, and that’s exactly why he became a Reverend.

“Because he’s hurting. I’ve… always assumed the homosexuals and… well… others… were at war within themselves. He seems at peace within and at war against his own will. I know in my heart he deserves peace, but I was taught the oath he’s on is promised none. Father Mukada, how do you guide someone away from their own peace?”🕊️

Mukada thinks for a second.

“We often, as Holy men, have to balance our self assuredness lest it become self righteousness.” -Mukada, MD.

“I’ll invite the child into my flock. Offer to teach him.”

“Teach but don’t judge.”

*sweats in Christian* -Cloutier, probably

You meet with him after service on Wednesday.

“What did you think of the sermon?”🥰

“A little dry.” -teasing him😛

He invited you into his quarters and asks about your life. What lead you to his church?

You admit you grew up around religion. You don’t specify whether or not you were or weren’t or your family. You’re guarded.

He realizes it’s because you have to be.

You mention a study abroad trip to the Vatican. You mentioned the duomi and the stained glass and the murals.

“The glass behind the Priest started to glow as the sun was setting. And the white doves so carefully crafted just shined and the gold on the organ… it was blinding.”

“The light of God.” -he smiles

You smile sadly back.

“They asked me to leave.”

His smile drops off his face. His face flushed as he knows he had banned others in your position. He never felt like more of an ass in his life.

“All I could think about were the angels on the side wall. Rainbow. Not like the ones painted on the wall. They glowed, and casted colored light in all directions.”

He asks you why you gravitate towards the angels who are… “different”

You chuckle. You know what he’s asking.

“All you need to know is my pronouns are he/they, and I don’t often fit into one category or the other. Sometimes I’m both. Sometimes I’m neither. Normally masculine leaning though.”

Your face lights up as you say this. He notices that immediately. Your eyes just… glowed. Sparkling like the window you mentioned.

“Were you born a-“

“All you need to know,” you restate clearly, but not unkindly, “is my pronouns are he/they, my name is Y/N, and I’ve never felt more like myself than I do right now.”☺️

He takes the hint and for the second time that day, feels like an ass😅

“God gives his toughest battles-“

“-to his strongest soldiers.” You finish with a sly grin. “Is that not what you were going to say?”

He grins back. He knows you’re just teasing, but he feels bad using his C-material on an A+ person like you. So he leveled with you.

“My whole belief system says you’re wrong. Everything. It says if you don’t suffer the wrath of God in this life, then you will in the other.” He backpedals, feeling sick having to say this to your face. “I’m sorry, that’s just what it is. I am only a messenger of God.” 🙃

You smile at him a little sadly. You had to know this is what he thought. Or what he had been repeating his whole life.

“When in your life did you feel most like yourself?” -you ask, with a burst of confidence.

“When I was studying.” He found himself saying. “When I was in school to become a reverend. I have a degree in Christian studies. And I read the words of God… it read like poetry.”

“Like the Odyssey, or the Iliad…” you muse to yourself, and he silently pardons your blaspheme. “I don’t mean that pejoratively. Those are epic tales of morality and humility and human weakness and the divine. It’s gorgeous. Always has been.”

“You’ve read the Bible…?”🥹🥹🥹

“Cover to cover. Made notes in the margined of mine.”

“I do that too!” He exclaims, popping an excellent, radiant smile. You can’t help but stare a second. He opens the pages of his to show you like an excited young boy.

You talk biblical for hours, into the wee morning.

“You are unlike any person I’ve ever met.” He muses over you, and you realize he’s stroking your hand.

He realizes too and stops, wishing you a good day and walking you out to your car. The sun is coming up over buildings in the distance. 🌇

He cancels your next appointment. He needs time to think.

He goes to his confidant in everything; God. He sits in his pew, just thinking and praying. He asks for an answer. Why does he care for you so when you are supposed to be something he rages against? Why can’t he stop thinking about you? Why can’t he get those rainbow angels out of his mind?

He sits down with a pad and paper, and with one more look towards the heavens above, he lets God guide his hand and smiles as he writes, for the first time in a long time, he’s enjoying this sermon.

Sunday service! You were specifically invited this time by Jeremiah. He gets to the pulpit, and opens his notes, casting a smiling, knowing glance at you.

“Miracles. Ask an ye shall receive. We’re all praying and searching. Miracles are what we call it when God answers a prayer. But do we love all miracles? Or just those who come to us in the form in which we intended?”

The crowd shifts a little, but you’re not focusing on him. The sun is coming up behind him, and the Reverend started to shine. His eyes bounced around the room, not wildly though, each eye contact was meaningful and said something personal. He brushed his shaggy hair out of his face in his passion.

You were in awe of this man.

“God’s job isn’t to give us what we want, it’s to give us what we need. But when it’s an answer other than the one we wanted, we have a tendency to reject God’s hand.”

He turns behind him and gestures largely for the audience.

“For in the purity of the white angel wings, we lose the light of God, who does not appear in just one color, just one sound, just one sensation. When the Lord Almighty sends you a rainbow angel,”

His eyes flit to you, and you see a smile grace his face.

“After a period of rain and turmoil, you accept it, knowing God has sent you what you need.”

His entire congregation erupts, all thanking him and praising him and still side-eying you.

You wait for the congregation to leave him alone by sitting in the pew and waiting for him.

He doesn’t wait. He pushes past his regulars to you. It starts to piss him off as they all tell him they agree with the sermon, and still found enough hate in their hearts to judge you.

“Y/N!”

You hear some whispers including your d/n, and Jeremiah flushes. He pushes back his hair again, clenching his Bible, and saying,

“Y/N, will be jointing our congregation… if they so choose. They’re… about the best person I’ve met in a long time. Sometimes, I lose myself in the fire and brimstone, and forget the beauty our faith has to offer. Y/N here has helped me get in touch with that beauty.”

His flock is… confused. But as most of them considered questioning their Holy man a blaspheme, they went along with it and you were welcomed, some genuinely moved by his speech and some just forcing a smile.

You’re not really focused on any of them. You and Jeremiah have been staring at each other the whole day. You stay behind to talk to them.

“So… you still trying to save me?” -you ask, teasingly. He smiles.

“Actually, I was hoping you could save me.” 🥹

He takes your hand and leads you to the front with him. He kneels you down before the stained glass window. He kneels as well, right next to you, bowing his head.

You think he’s about to ask God go his blessing or his forgiveness… all he says is a humble “thank you.”

You take things slow. You have to.

But he enjoys talking the Bible with you, as well as other poetic/moral pieces.

He takes you to his favorite diner where he writes some of his sermons. That there was a waitress there who was sixty two, who had served him since he was young who he loved.

You learn about his preferences; he’s a simple man, but appreciates quality.

He likes hot chocolate, and though he doesn’t say this, you know mini marshmallows are his favorite part.

His favorite flowers are Queen Anne’s Lace, and he often gets them for you because he thinks they look lovely in your hair or on your lapel.

Takes him a minute to get the hang of dating someone masculine. He’s attracted to you to be sure but he’s a baby gay, so you have to be gentle😅

Likes watching old movies with you. Like Road To movies with Bobe Hope and Bing Crosby. Sings softly to you, and not very well 🤣

He actually likes baking a lot, and works with you to make cupcakes and cookies for the church bake sale. He likes light blue and decorated the cupcakes accordingly.

You take him to Karaoke once; he hates it immediately but doesn’t act all dicky and pathetic about it. Just lets you enjoy your time. 🎤

When he kisses you, it takes you both by surprise even though he asks.

“I just want to try something. Here.”

Leans forward and kisses you gently on the lips. You lean in a little bit try not to scare him off. It’s nice; a calming experience.

He holds your hand often, and lets you hold onto his arm at church functions.

He smiles at you often; it’s like he can’t help himself.

He’s not Catholic, so there’s not really a rule for celibacy… but it takes him a looong time to get there.

When he is there it’s a loving experience, joyful and natural; just two people enjoying the other’s company. He caresses and holds you afterwards, kissing your neck and cheek and ear.

Says I love you in the most elaborate way possible; you just laugh.

“God tells us we must love one another. That we must be there for others at every juncture, and when you commit yourself to one person, you are to love and honor them as you would love and honor him-”

“I love you too, Jeremiah.”❤️

You two build a life together, and though it’s not to say no one tries to interfere with this “non-traditional” couple, but you two are just too happy and at peace to care.

You found your person. Just someone to go through life with. Someone to stand in line with at the grocery store, or read a book with after dinner.

You and Jeremiah both quote Buddha (though Jeremiah calls him a prophet sometimes): Peace comes from within. Do not seek without.

Bonus: Jeremiah chews gum feverishly when he’s writing his sermons. Helps him think. You always leave a gum packet on the desk next to him. Sometimes you find fun flavors from around the world. He quite likes the dragonfruit one, but will pass on the licorice one in the future 😂

#hbo oz #oz meme #Jeremiah Cloutier #wow this was a long one #just wanted to get him there naturally instead of him being out of character #he’s firm but his relationship with Mukada makes me think he’s trying to be better than he is #I have a complicated relationship with the church as I am gay/gender non conforming and I grew up in Texas and Alabama #but I have some wonderful Christian friends who take God’s love seriously #and they believe it’s not their place to judge #but rather just to be there #also their thoughts on the Vatican are my thoughts too #it’s a gorgeous place where I wasn’t welcome #but I’d like to be. just for the art itself #rainbow angels

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ozimagines · 14 days

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Eighteen year old me: *listening to Said with Cheeto dust on my fingers* “exactly what I was thinking…”😂

#hbo oz #oz meme #kareem said #I was radicalized by this man #which is sad but also kinda funny lol #I grew up in buttfuck nowhere Alabama so this was my first time hearing most of this

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ozimagines · 14 days

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K so this one was too fun to write and now y’all will be mentioned in therapy this week😋

#hbo oz #oz meme #chico guerra #miguel alvarez #kareem said #tobias beecher #peter schibetta #chris keller #enrique morales #carlo ricardo #el cid #vernon schillinger #James robson #Omar white #Miguel writing himself a better ending #Kareem looking at Arif like #open your heart brother #learn about the omegaverse #Agustus about to break the fanfic matrix lol

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ozimagines · 14 days

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Chico stop💀

*me suddenly realizing the size of the himbo population in Oz*😳

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ozimagines · 14 days

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THIS! Really wish after Ryan left her we still followed her side of the story or had interaction sessions… something! They just wrote her off. Would have been really interested to have seen her and Cyril interact at least once!

Oz ⟶ Shannon O'Reily

#oz hbo #hbo oz #shannon o'reily #she had more she could have added #plus I was on board for her acting as far as I saw it. l #they wrote her off just like they did Joey #look how they massacred my boys🤣

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ozimagines · 17 days

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The Trouble with Robson…

So… I’ve seen some discourse on this site about James Robson… and I want in lol.

I’ve got a lot of thoughts about this man, and based on everything I’ve read from other Oz fans, I might have an unpopular opinion.

Please don’t get me wrong! Season 2-Season 5 he was a tremendous piece of shit. Like in every way possible it is to be a piece of shit. But that said I have two points: 1) that’s what makes him an good CHARACTER, not a good person, and 2) a redemption arc doesn’t mean that person is automatically forgiven, but are going down a better path and MIGHT be forgiven for their actions at a later date. It is with this, your honor, that I submit that Robson’s redemption arc was actually one of the better plot lines in Oz. (Please don’t hate me lol)

Okay, so Robson season two, pretty easy to characterize. He’s a Nazi. He’s violent. He’s a rapist. Very easy to hate. Season three, he’s lieutenant to Vern Schillinger in the Aryan Brotherhood. He boxes and such. In season four, he’s a menace, coming into his own character. He threatens on his own and has his own plot lines now. Season five is more of the same, at first, he rapes Peter Schibetta, he tries to ruin Beecher’s life, etc. He commits one of the more heinous of his crimes in my book when he kills the young Muslim man in the store room. A long, drawn out process that James is smiling through. He LOVES violence. More than anything he seems like he was made for prison. Then he learns about his gums, makes racist remarks to the doctor, one thing leads to another, he has black man gums and gets kicked out of the brotherhood.

He’s destitute and alone, which is all he deserves. But even Kareem Said finds pity for him and says “God is trying to teach you something. Please be smart enough to learn.”. What can even God attempt to teach someone like James Robson? He does what he needs to survive. He joins Cutler and agrees to be his prag. Here’s where some views from other Oz fans and I start to diverge. You look at videos on YouTube, many of the comments you’ll find say “good, he deserved it.”. The best argument I heard for this was actually from Funky Frog Bait on YouTube talking about misgendering murderers. Many people misgendered the nonbinary Nashville shooter. Why would you respect the pronouns for a person that horrible? Because, as Funky Frog Bait said in their video, it revolves around your opinion of gender as a whole. If you can just revoke someone’s preferred pronouns when they’re bad people, how “bad” does a trans person have to be to not have their pronouns respected? People of differing “politics” (morals) say different things, but if we apply this argument to Robson’s situation, I think it has to do with one’s overall view of rape. How “bad” does someone have to be before being raped is considered a reasonable punishment? For me, it’s never. For me, just as in never revoking someone’s right to their preferred pronouns, I also think it’s never justifiable to rape someone. So, no, I don’t think Robson deserved to be raped, even though he was a serial rapist himself, because there’s no situation where I think rape is a justifiable response. People may disagree with me, but I think it’s a slippery slope when you can deem someone as deserving of rape.

We learn during this time, as he’s being beaten and abused sexually by Cutler, that James was beaten and abused by his father as a kid. He confirms that this occurred while he was only five years old. His first introduction to life and sex was violence. Maybe this gives you sympathy for him, as it did me, but maybe you say fuck him, it doesn’t excuse anything. But I don’t think that it was meant to be an excuse, I think it was meant to be an EXPLANATION. I think we were learning how he became James Robson of unit B, not justifying his actions as James Robson of unit B. He was a child and the person he was supposed to trust most in this world gave him very harsh lessons very early on: no one cares about you, and do what you need to do to survive. He becomes demure and pitiful in Sister Pete’s office. One line that stuck with me was “here I am, 35 years old and I have nowhere to run.”. He’s been running his whole life. Running away from an abusive father and running away from his own actions. “I shame to think of what I’ve done. Look on it again, I dare not.” Is Cutler’s line as MacBeth in the play. It is an apt line for James. He’s been running from his own actions for as long as he could remember. Like I said, none of this justifies the lives he’s ruined and taken, but it does explain the inter-workings of a character that was pretty static for four seasons. That he survives. He tells Sister Peter Marie that all he does is run from things. I truly believe that some of the reason he was able to be as ruthless as he was is because he doesn’t let himself think about his own actions.

Finally season 6! He kills Cutler with some kinky play, joins the brotherhood, and it seems like he’s back, right? Only when he sees his wife, we see some of the shame come back. Some of the embarrassment of being taken in that way. If he feels this way now, he felt this way for however long his dad was abusing him. He loses it with her for calling him a “cock sucker”, which CLEARLY he’s embarrassed/ashamed about. He hurts her, and immediately, instantly, feels bad about it. I love learning the morality of immoral characters. With everything he’s done, why was hurting his wife crossing a line? Because she trusts him, just like little James trusted his dad. I think, personally, that he sees himself as her personal protector. Since he couldn’t protect himself, he became the protector for her, and then for Vern, but James isn’t stupid enough to think Vern can’t take care of himself. I think hurting his wife tore him up so much because he remembers when he relied on his dad for everything, and his father took advantage of his state.

Then he finds out he has AIDS. He joins a support group for rape survivors. They talk about their experiences and James listens to all of them. He thanks them towards the end, saying it was good to “hear it from both sides” which we know is something he knew already since he was at least five. But hearing those stories, all of which are upsetting but some are straight gruesome, puts FORCES him to face his actions. He can’t run anymore, his lifestyle caught up with him. Am I saying he deserves AIDS? 🤷‍♀️ Chissà. Who’s to say? He has it though. There’s a deleted scene where he lets Clarence rape him (I understand “lets” and “rape” don’t make much sense together but I don’t think coerced consent is consent at all so it’s still assault), and it gives Clarence AIDS. Robson says something interesting, with his classic smile on his face. “Retribution. It’s all about retribution.”. That’s what Oz is about. Retribution. It should be about Rehabilitation, but it’s all about Retribution. This is where James’ story ends on the show. With him moving to unit F, the AIDS unit. Finally, even if only physically, is he forced to face his actions.

This is why I think his story was beautifully written. He’s just a meathead in the beginning, but we learn about his morality -because he does have a code, even if it’s not a good one-, his past, and his future. They took a character that was frankly very flat and gave us a wide enough view on his life and character to confuse our anger into sympathy into more anger and into sadness. I don’t know if anyone else felt this way but my heart just dropped when he mentioned his dad. James Robson never stood a chance. He was a monster in training since he was five. But no one deserves to be raped. (A good reference is Adam Gunzel who was a BIG prick… but never deserved that shit.) Anyway these are just some of my thoughts on one of the most interesting characters in Oz (to me at least) and gave us an actual character out of a plotless muscle man.

One thing I think we can all agree on:

Retribution. It’s all about retribution.

#hbo oz #James Robson #would love to hear other takes on this #I just had to add my two cents #I don’t think there’s anything wrong if you don’t feel badly for him #but I do #no kid deserves that

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ozimagines · 19 days

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Why do we like Oz?

Maybe because it’s a whole show about men and their emotions. Maybe it’s because we believe men can cry and be broken. Maybe it’s because men are fully fleshed out human beings who can experience a multitude of feelings.

Oz is about men and their emotions, plain and simple. It’s about sorrow and fury and joy and loss. A whole show just showcasing men and their feelings. That’s why Oz was such a groundbreaking show. Not because it was an original prison show. Not because it had some great names in it. Not even for some of the stupid ass plots (basketball and whatnot). But the look on Beecher’s face when he hears about his son. Or on Peter’s face after Adebisi and the Aryans. Or on Miguel’s face after his baby. Oz is about feeling the purest form of any emotion. THAT’S why we like Oz.

#hbo oz #some late night thoughts idk #this show is so underrated and I say that knowing it’s highly thought of #men. emotions.

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ozimagines · 19 days

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Oz Characters Vs A Vending Machine

Just a goofy one… tell me it’s not true tho😅

#hbo oz #oz meme #chico guerra #miguel alvarez #kareem said #tobias beecher #peter schibetta #chris keller #enrique morales

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ozimagines · 19 days

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Do have any thoughts on Miguel being a parent? Loved your Chico parent ideas!

AHHH yessss! You could tell after Miguel truly understood what it meant to bring a life into the world that he wanted to be a dad.

(Also thank you so much🥹❤️ Love me some Papa Chico)

Miguel Alvarez as a Parent would include…

After Miguel lost his son, he was broken. Broken because he knew it was his fault.

He was seventeen when he got Maritza pregnant. Senior Prom.

At sixteen he was running with the local gangs. At eighteen he was in prison. In those two years there was unprotected sex and drugs and violence. Anything to give him that high.

When his kid is born, there’s a break in the clouds; a reason to change.

Only too little too late. 💔

When he gets a chance to do it again, he does it for his son.

Miguel is not a neglectful father by any means. If anything he’s a little helicopter-y at first.

He encourages his kids into extracurriculars; anything to keep them off the streets.

If they play sports, he’s at every game/match. 🏀⚽️

If they do theatre, he’s got a playbill in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. 🎭

Miguel is surprisingly artistic and I think his kids would love the drawings he does on their lunch notes.

He packs their lunch, doesn’t matter who his partner is. (If he has one)

Like season one Miguel wouldn’t do this but season six totally would; his kids have bento boxes and sometimes they have themes or colors for the day. 🧃

Purple bentos with ube cookies and grapes and jelly sandwiches.

Finds exotic snacks and stuff for them to try: different instant ramens and chocolates and whatnot.

“Today’s theme is Egypt!”

Watches Veggie Tales with them a lot. Knows all the words to “I Love My Duck”.

A Snoodle’s Tale always makes him cry.

Keeps a stash of different jellies and peanut butters to make the perfect PB and J for his kids.

“One strawberry and smooth, one grape and chunky, one…”

Kind of a parent who doesn’t mind picky eaters and just rolls with it.

Makes pancakes in different shapes.

“Smiley face coming up!”😭❤️‍🩹

He can’t tell his kids enough how much school is worth.

God knows he can’t help with their homework but he always tries

Gets his kids involved in academic pursuits

Makes flash cards with little drawings; basically takes the classes with his kids.

They’re bilingual too; he speaks Spanish at home to help them

Is a stay at home dad/works from home

When he’s working, he puts on Law and Order, and his older kids like to watch while he works.

Miguel knows all the endings and accidentally spoils it often😂

Gets them gifts on every holiday. They wake up to flowers on Valentine’s Day, chocolate bunnies on Easter, and even cinnamon rolls on Groundhog’s Day.

He just looks for a reason to let them know they’re loved.

Didn’t hear that growing up. His dad was in prison, his mom was kind of a hardass. So he doesn’t want there to be any confusion for his kids.

When they get in trouble at school, he overreacts. It scares him that they might make the same mistakes he did.

“I’m saving ten years of your life. Don’t fuck this up.”

When his kids get As in school, he has a full on celebration at home, even if they’re used to it. 🎉🥳

When his kids are bullied, his heart aches.

He remembers how the Latinos in prison treated him.

“I know what you’re going through, kid. I can’t tell you it always gets better, but you’ll find people who appreciate you, and those other people will kind of just fade away.”❤️‍🩹

If his kid comes out to him (sexuality or gender wise) he’s as supportive as he can be.

“I don’t know much about this stuff, kiddo. But… you’re my kid and I’m here for you.”

He respects their pronouns and their significant other’s pronouns. It may take him a minute but he’s trying.

His kids’ favorite thing to do with their father is the dishes; he turns on loud music and they sing and dance as they get their chores done.

He’s not especially strict, but when he puts his foot down he’s immovable.

His kids disagree sometimes but knows it comes from a place of love.

Unlike Chico, he’s fairly transparent with his kids about his past.

When he has to have the drug talk, he admits he used and it was the most confusing time of his life. He tells them he knows they’re going to make their own decisions, but hopes his honesty deters them a little.

He hopes if he’s honest with them, they feel like they can go to him with everything.

Has a policy where they can calm him drunk and as long as they don’t try to drive they come home without punishment.

Kind of a parent who allows his kids to go to the birthday party but not sleep over. He just gets nervous.

He holds “sleepovers” every weekend night when he and his kids set up the living room with snacks and pillows and blanket forts and watch movies all night.🎥

Goes to classes as an adult to get his GED/degree. He just wants his kids ti be proud of him.

And they are. His kids brag about him all the time. How their dad beat drugs and prison. How their dad survived.

“Youre so hard on yourself, daddy. We’re proud of you.”🥰

His mom loves her grandkids. She’s an intimidating abuela but she loves those damn kids.

When they get sick, Miguel takes off work and stays with them all day. He makes them chicken soup, looking up a recipe on his phone, plays Disney movies all day no matter how old they are, and gives them snuggles when they have a fever.

He adopts a dog for them and names her/him Julie/Donald.

The dog eats like a damn queen/king, and he enjoys preparing fun pupp-reciation treats for her/him.

When his mom offers to watch the kids while he goes on vacation, he spends the whole time calling home and asking about them. 😅

Like Chico has the Tickle Police, Miguel has Boo Boo Bear; a cheap stuffed bear he cut open the backside to and stuffed an ice pack in. 🧸

He tells people as long as his kids are healthy and happy, he’s happy.

When his kids accomplish anything, he’s in the audience, and they thank him.

They thank him for all the hours of care he’s given them.

The unconditional support.

“My Dad is my biggest hero, because he really truly did get out of Oz.”❤️❤️❤️

Bonus: When his kids are old enough to date, Miguel is actually really nice to their significant others. Like, he’ll invite them for dinner, learn things about them, and tell them to call him Dad or Mr. Miguel.

#hbo oz #oz meme #miguel alvarez #second chances #more of an emotional dad than Chico #cares just the same #I definitely didn’t have a boo boo bear as a kid #no sir

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ozimagines · 21 days

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Lol his first name means “boy” or “guy”. So his name is literally War Guy. 😂😂😂😂😂😂 which will never not be funny to me.

Sidenote, I'm almost sure that the name Guerra was only picked because it's pretty common as a surname but I think it's kinda funny that it means "war" in Spanish. Like yeah, name Chico "Guerra". He is a parody of himself....

#hbo oz #oz hbo #oz meme #chico guerra #wonder what would happen if you looked into everyone’s name in Oz…

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dating peter schibetta would include please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oh for sure! Peter was my first Oz crush! He was a little vitellone but he didn’t deserve the shit he got.

TW!! For everything that happened to this boy.

Dating Peter Schibetta Would Include….

Doesn’t believe in love at first sight… or second sight… or love in general at some point.💔

He knows his parents loved each other, and that’s most of the reason he got married. He just wanted to be loved like that.

If societal norms are anything to go on, I’m betting Peter’s wife left him after finding out about his assault. Said it made him “less of a man” which hurt about as much as anything could, even if he wasn’t wholly shocked by her reaction.

Mama’s boy ™️

His mother loved him. Deeply and truly. It made Peter a little soft if he’s honest. When his mother’s no longer there to clean up his messes, he spirals. He’s convinced he can do anything.

After Adebisi, not so much.

After Schillinger and the others, he’s convinced he’s capable of nothing.

He spends most of his days alone, or surrounded by the other Italians, saying nothing

Which is pretty much alone as far as he’s concerned

He used to be just one of the guys from the neighborhood… now he’s not sure who he is. 💔

When he meets you, nothing changes, he doesn’t suddenly believe in love again.

You’re nice to him. Like genuinely nice. He thinks that makes you stupid, but he certainly won’t be the one to tell you that.

He’s hostile at first. Who wouldn’t be after Oz? (35 years for money laundering? The math ain’t mathin’)

He’s very much a pretty boy, so he catches you staring once or twice

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”😠

“No, it’s just that you’re… no, you’re right, I’m sorry.”🥺

“…don’t… don’t worry about it.”😳

But it’s the little things you do that make him unable to take his eyes off of you.

He starts noticing the way you tuck your hair out of your eyes when you’re reading, not noting it as anything important but whenever you do it, he finds his eyes drawn upwards.

He knows about your favorite pen with all the bite marks at the end, from where you chewed nervously during tests. When he sees that pen anywhere, he puts it somewhere safe for you.

Some of the guys take their dates to get gelato, and you two are single and get paired up automatically. You like the stracciatella flavor with strawberries on top… not unlike his mother. The realization makes him blush into his pistachio flavored one.

He starts to notice you by your absences, noting things in conversation or on TV that you’d like and remembering to tell you about them. ☺️

His “friends” start joshing him because he likes you, which he vehemently denies. It’s not that he dislikes you, it’s that Peter’s made a pact with himself that he’s going to die alone, and you’re in the way of that.

“C’mon, kid.” Chucky teases almost meanly, “you got a little crush on him/her/them.”🫣🫣🫣

You’re kind, funny, beautiful to Peter, and you represent everything he could have been, and he hates you a little for it.

One night you text Peter all the details about your day. He doesn’t respond. You ask how his day was. Nothing but a read receipt. You ask if he needs someone right now. Nothing.

So you show up at his door with a dollar store movie you’d never seen and some chocolates.

He’s upset at first.

“Treating me like a bitch on her period.”😡

When you start to apologize and say it’s stupid he softens.

“No… thank you, I mean. Really. It’s just been… it’s just been a day.”

You chill out in his apartment -which is remarkably clean for a bachelor pad- and giggle on his couch as you watch the 300.

You make jokes to make Peter laugh as you watch. His steely demeanor starts to crack, and after a joke about one of the men dying “without ever knowing women’s touch” (“they said “woman’s touch” Peter, not virgin. Remember that.”) his face breaks into the prettiest smile you’d ever seen from him… because it’s real this time.

The real surprise comes when Peter invites you out one night. He’s very clear it’s not a date and “just wants to pay you back”.

He offers to have you over and make dinner. He reiterates it’ll be nothing fancy.

When you come over he has aperitivi ready for you. An limoncello spritz, some fresh mozzarella he got from the cheese maker himself and some fresh tomatoes drizzled in olive oil and sea salt.

You offer to help in the kitchen, but he refuses, insisting you’re his guest😊

You sit by the kitchen table that looks into the kitchen, watching him work. The first course is pasta pomodoro. Just freshly sliced tomatoes, basil from the garden, and nice semolina and egg yolk pasta.

You’re full and thanking him, to his confusion, and he tells you that was just il primo piatto.🍝

He brings out some beef shoulder cooked ‘genovese’, which he boils down to using “a fuck ton of onions”.

After dinner, he takes your plates and refills your glass with wine.

Peter brings out some fruit he sliced and some pastries he got at “the Moluzzo’s”, and hands you a shot of digestive liquor.

You’re stuffed and a little drunk, sitting on his couch with yet another glass of wine.

He turns on the tv for you as he cleans and you search through channels.

You find “the Sons of Katie Elder” on, and remembering it was a John Wayne film (to say nothing of Dean Martin), you select it and begin to watch.

You’re entranced in the movie when you notice Peter’s standing over your shoulder, drying a dish, mouthing along with John Wayne.

You ask if he’s seen this movie before, and he admits it was a favorite of his father.

You don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

He joins you on the couch and laughs through your John Wayne impression.

By the end of the film you both are laughing so much you’re in tears.

The laughter dies down a little and a silence fills the air.

“Thanks. For… like, being there, I mean. I know I’m out of the family and everything, but… I don’t know. It was nice to be thought of.”🙃

You assure him that you’re not doing anything special, you just like him and want good things for him.

“Yeah, well, you’re the only one.”

“People will love you as much as you let them, Peter, please give us a chance to love you-“

His lips are on yours. It’s soft and gentle, no real push. He doesn’t grab you. He doesn’t stick his tongue in your mouth. He just kisses you on the lips.

You’re not sure what to say. Neither is he. You kiss back but he doesn’t want to talk after that.

“I didn’t mean to… it’s not why I invited you… you should probably go.”

You’re not sure how to interpret anything he’s done.

He doesn’t call you for a week. You assume he needs space so you give it to him.

About a week in Dino and Joey come up to you. You’re friendly with Joey and pleasant with Dino but they don’t look friendly today.

“Listen, kid, you’ve been fucking with his head, and he doesn’t need that right now. Not after taking it up the ass twice.”

“After… what?”

You’re not an idiot. You know he was in prison and what that implies.

You rush to his house, ringing the doorbell and banging on the door.

“PETER COME OUT HERE! I SWEAR TO GOD-“

He opens the door slowly, as if he was standing in the other side listening to everything.

“Dino talked to me today.”

He knows what that means. His eyes hit the ground and he goes to close the door.

“I don’t need your charity-“

You stop the door and slam your hands on the railing to his steps.

“Goddamnit, Peter, let me love you.”❤️

He stops for a second. He’s not sure what to say.

“I need a drink.” He turns to go inside, before adding, “join me?”

You come inside and sit on his couch as he fixes you two heavily poured grappas. His has about twice as much as yours.

He sits on the couch and drinks silently for a moment.

“Look, I… in Oz… can we not tonight? I mean, I know we have to talk about this at some point… but… not tonight. Please.”

You agree, telling him you’ll talk about whatever he wants.

He tells you when he was a kid, he wanted to be an actor. Like Pacino or Stallone. He tried drama club before his pop told him it was for ‘fags’.

He loves 1960s Italian movies. Said Marcello Mastroianni was his idol. He even tried growing a mustache for a week. It was a pathetic attempt.

You giggle and ask him to continue.

He talks to you all night, into the early morning. You both fall asleep on the couch, sitting up, holding hands.

You two are together now, but Peter takes a minute to put a label on it.

“This is Y/N, my… uh… yeah.”😂

It doesn’t bother you. You think it’s cute.

You’re calling him your boyfriend before he calls you his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.

He sits you down a week and a half into dating and has an uncomfortable conversation.

“So… listen… I want… you’re so beautiful… I just… I can’t.”

“We don’t have to have sex right now, Peter.”🙂

After the rapes, sex is very difficult for him.

You eventually do, working your way there.

You start just kissing, then necking, and then you offer to give him a bj that he refuses… but accepts a week later. You make it clear it’s not a 1:1 ratio and that he doesn’t have to reciprocate…

But after a few too many one night -and Peter is a SLOPPY drunk- he’s laying on you on the couch, kissing you all over, giggling at how beautiful you are. You don’t do anything he might regret, but the next day he says he’s ready to give it a shot.

Makes love. When he’s ready, he lays you down on satin sheets, undresses a little embarrassedly, insists the lights are off and after accidentally crushing your foot in the dark, settles for a scarf over the lamp.

His eyes are closed at first, and you can tell this is hard for him, but a few encouraging kisses and gentle touches and Peter’s able to differentiate between sexual assault and sex as a result of love and care.

His struggles aren’t over, but he’s healing and you’re helping him get there. ❤️‍🩹

Kisses like a clumsy romantic boy, not a self assured man, but he reminds you of the boy that made you blush so much in high school, because for his lack of technique there was an abundance of care.

He still likes to hold your hand or have an arm around you in public. You may have to initiate or wait for him to unconsciously reach for your hand. 🤝

“Buongiorno principessa/principe/pincipx!”

^he greets you like a man in one of his favorite movies (La Vita È Bella)

You start to see him smile more often. He can be goofy when he feels like it.

Can’t really fall asleep unless he’s spooning you… (or you spooning him but he swears you to secrecy on that.)

You enter into domestic life fairly fast and Peter couldn’t be happier.

That’s all he’s ever wanted; just to have someone there.

When you guys get chocolates, you leave him the dark chocolate and the coconut, because you know those are his favorites.🍫

He does the dishes and you dry, listening to music in the kitchen. 🍽️

You leave his slippers by the door and he lays your makeup out for you in the morning. 💄

Thinks TikTok is stupid but downloads it at your insistence. (Prefers Tumblr😂)

He cooks for you… a lot. It helps him unwind after a long day and he enjoys being bossy in the kitchen.

“Knead the dough for about ten minutes then leave it and stir the sauce so it doesn’t stick… I love you.”😘

That’s actually the first time he says I love you. It’s random. It just slips out while he’s laughing and bossing you around.

He stops afterwards. Not sure if he should address it or pretend he never said it.

You just giggle and say nothing but a vocal “yes, Chef” and move on.

As you’re cuddling that night, and you’re sure he’s not asleep yet but his eyes are closed, you whisper “I love you too.” Into his ear.

You know he’s not asleep because you can see him smiling.

When he proposes to you, he’s not sure if he should make it big or small. He went big with the his ex wife but that’s because that was what was expected of him.

He plans a date; the perfect date.

None of it goes well. 😅

He picks up an expensive wine and makes a cheese board. He wears an expensive Versace suit. He plans a picnic… and it rains. 🌧️

He tries to pivot and take you to a nice restaurant but it’s too late notice and he doesn’t have his father’s power anymore. It’s emasculating.

He takes you to his place, you wearing his coat because you’re shivering and soaking wet. The label is peeling off the bottle of wine. The crackers and bread are soggy. His suit is ruined.

The real kicker comes when he tries to unlock the door quickly to get you two out of the rain and the straps on the picnic basket snap.

“Fuck.”

You help him pick up the contents of the basket, both of you on your hands and knees. You grab at salami and oranges until your hand hits a small box.

Only one thing could be in there.

Your eyes race to Peter, whose already staring at you red faced.

“I’m sorry… I tried. I really did-“

You cut him off with a kiss in the rain like one of those old Italian movies, grabbing at the wrinkles on his soaked button up, hands moving to his curly black hair. You stop suddenly.

“Wait… we have to get the Madonna’s blessing.” You put your hands together, close your eyes, and shout at the sky: “Maria! La chiava, per favore!”

He laughs the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard out of him and kisses you again.

It’s his grandmother’s ring from the old country. He asked his ex wife for it back and you know how much that must have pained him. ✨ 💍 ✨

After you two are bathed and eat an ordered out pizza, watching La Vita È Bella for the hundredth time, just at the Maria La Chiava scene, he turns to you.

“You never said yes.”

“C’mere, dummy.” You pull him into you, kiss the side of his head, and whisper into his ear. “Yes, Peter, always yes.”🥰

Bonus: He’s ashamed of this. Possibly more than anything… but he loves 2 Broke Girls😂😂 Reminds him of his summer working in a local diner. Max is essentially all the things he wanted to say but didn’t have the balls to. He lives vicariously through her.

#peter schibetta #hbo oz #oz meme #yayyy I love this one #Peter deserved a better ending #he needed to be better but he didn’t deserve that shit #vitellone poverino #also fucking watch La vita e Bella it’ll tear you up but damn is it good

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Do you have any head cannons for if Miguel had been paroled at the end of season 5? Thank you

Ooooooh this is interesting. Like, everyone knew he wouldn’t get paroled, but what if Ruiz took pity on him. Saw a little of himself in this lost barrio boy.

Miguel Alvarez Gets Paroled (S5)…

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re angry…”

He’s seething. His parole might be in danger. Maritza might be in danger.

(Poor boy doesn’t know about Ronaldo yet💔)

When he gets in front of the parole board, he’s jittery

He’s thought about every question ahead of time and gives his answers

He can see on their face that they don’t believe it

“What the fuck makes you think you should go free, you little prick?”

He feels it… the anger. The red in his eyes that wanted to hurt Ruiz. That tingle in his hands before he hit someone. 🔥

He took a deep breath.

“I really believe I’m rehabil…”

He can’t even make himself say the words😢

He was going to spend the rest of his life in Oz

So he opted for the truth

“I don’t know if I’m rehabilitated. I know I want to be different. I know I want a life. I know I don’t want to hurt people anymore. Feel their blood on my hands. Their voices in my head forever. I don’t know if rehabilitation is possible… but I hope it is. I hope it is because it’s my last shot. My last shot at having something to hold onto.”

“…and if you were free?” -Ruiz ⁉️

“I’d hug my mother, because I know she tried. I’d tell my sisters I love them and I’m sorry I went away where I couldn’t protect them. I’d get a job and complain about it but I’d love every minute of it. I’d join community theatre. O’Reily’s mom was really nice and I think I found something I care about. I’d try. I really would.”

The board is silent for a moment. Ruiz beckons the lady next to him to lean in to a whisper.

“Thank you, Mr. Alvarez. We’ll get back to you.”

He leaves, not feeling good about his chances. He tears off the suit with an anger, waiting in Sister Pete’s office.

“I’m gonna stay here, Sister. Those motherfuckers ain’t ever gonna let me free.”

A woman in a suit entered, reading something off a form. He didn’t listen to any of the words except the last three:

“They voted yes.”

His heart stopped in his chest.

Was he going free❓❓❓❓❓

He released a long breath that he had been holding onto since he got to Oz. He’d be free. Maybe not fully safe, Chico wasn’t gonna let him get away that easy, but he was free.

He signed all the forms, collected all of his belongings, and said goodbye to the one prisoner he’d miss.

Rebadow congratulated him, giving him a word of warning before he left:

“Hold onto life, Miguel. Hold on with both hands.”🙌

He mulled over those words, unsure of what they meant completely.

He knocks on Mukada’s door, whose sad eyes trail up towards him. Even he wasn’t sure if Miguel was safe to put on the streets.

They’re silent for a moment, Miguel dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, a leather jacket over it. No cuffs in sight.

“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve caused.” -Miguel says after a moment.

Mukada thinks for a moment.

“Then don’t cause shit, Miguel.”

Those were the last words they spoke to each other for a month.

The sun is bright, and Miguel realizes how much he’s missed being outside.

His sister, Jimena, drives him.

He stares out the window the entire way, watching the blank fields turn to houses turn to buildings.

She asks if he had any friends to invite to his parole party

“No” -he says a little too quickly.

The party is small. His mom and sisters and cousins who cared to show up.

Honestly, after being in solitary for years, all the people were a little much for him

He goes for a walk afterwards, walking through his old neighborhood. Nothing changed and everything did at the same time.

He visits Maritza, who refuses to let him inside… when he sees Ronaldo’s hat on the chair.

There it is again… the anger. The seeing red. He wanted to drag them both across the floor.

But he didn’t. ❤️

“Yeah… this… this is done. You too, Ronaldo.”

He throws himself a pity party for the night, downing Michelada after Michelada. 🍺🌶️

He made good on his word and joined e community theatre the next day🎭

It was… strange.

He’d been used to inmates who hated acting and were playing it like a joke… and now everyone was so serious.

He starts off in lighting and sound, teaching him all the tech spots one by one

He makes friends, real friends, who invite him out after shows.

They tell crazy stories, and though he knows his stories could beat them all, he stays silent and just listens, laughing along with everyone.

He gets a job as a mechanic at first. He hated it but went every day and stayed clean.

A few weeks later, after jawing with one of his clients, he offers Miguel a job at a video game studio.

He stays quiet and takes notes at meetings, trying to show everyone he belongs there

He wears a suit to work, getting teased (friendly) as everyone else was wearing whatever they please

But he likes his suit, so he still wears it🕴️

As he’s walking one day, he meets Ronaldo on the street, who looked instantly afraid of him.

Miguel rolls his eyes and tells him that Miguel died in solitary confinement

Ronaldo, not reading the situation, offers Miguel a bump of his coke and says he has a job that’ll get Miguel back into El Norte

He thinks about it for a second, but declines both

Ronaldo calls him a pussy and even though he’s seeing red again, he walks away.

He gets a therapist and stays on his meds this time💊

He binges shows he missed and judges them on their technical prowess

He stays away from trouble, and even when others try to start some, he stays out of it.

Chico tries shit from Oz, sending people to mess with Miguel.

Miguel keeps his head down and does what he does best… survive.

After a while Oz starts to fade away into Fourth of July BBQs and oily popcorn fingers at the movies.

He hangs out with his sisters’ kids. They think he’s the best uncle.

Miguel doesn’t know how to talk to kids but they’re just drawn to him. Feel protected by him.

He hangs up every card they make him.🎨

He stays in that community theatre, working his way up to stage manager.

It’s years later but he’s finally in charge again.

He plays basketball and soccer and even beer pong if you catch him in the right mood

He even buys himself a sketchbook and starts drawing (very much keeps it to himself)

Miguel starts to understand Rebadow’s words.

He reaches out to Mukada when he’s feeling no feisty or violent. After seeing Mukada at one of his plays unannounced, the two had become closer. He realized Miguel was serious about getting his life together.

They chat at a coffee shop the next day.

Miguel is… surprisingly calm for losing his girlfriend and being released into nothing.

“Y’think… maybe… God’s listening to me again, Father?”

“He never stopped, Miguel.”

Years later, years and years, as Miguel is sitting on the couch with his family, and his kids are playing on the floor, his significant other just watching, happily… Miguel realizes he did exactly what Rebadow told him.

Bonus: his kids were baptized by Mukada. He wouldn’t have it done by anyone else.

#hbo oz #oz meme #miguel alvarez #I don’t know if he was ready to get out then #but I’m hopeful #I think most of the guys in Oz just needed a chance #just someone to believe in them

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