using three words

“ronan, an irish name meaning “little seal” (rón meaning “seal”, and -án being a diminutive suffix)”. doesn’t sound very relevant to our ronan lynch, until you consider the mythology behind seals in ireland.

have you ever heard the story of the selkie? seal creatures living in the ocean who shapeshift into humans when on land. in doing so, they leave behind their seal skin, which they need in order to return to the ocean. 

usually the story goes that a fisherman finds a selkie maiden’s seal skin and hides it from her, trapping her on land. the selkie becomes the fisherman’s wife and has his children, but the ocean is always her true home.

a mother from another world. a husband who has trapped her in this one. and their child, half of this world, half not. a little seal.

anonymous asked:

hey i think you might be the only person who could be able to help with this... do you know if theres an episode where there was a character who didnt like their food to touch on their plate? i remember it rly vaguely from my childhood but i used to/still do have the same problem and the memory has stayed with me to this day!! iirc the character was rather young. thanks in advance!!

YES, that was from Arthur and Los Vecinos! i haven’t capped that scene before but here it is now:

a Real Feel

75 Gaming Asks

Send me some!
1. First console you’ve ever owned?
2. First game you played?
3. Favorite childhood game?
4. Longest consecutive hours you’ve played a game?
5. Game with the best soundtrack?
6. An underrated game from within the last few years?
7. Most disappointing game you’ve played?
8. The game with the best atmosphere/scenery?
9. Last game you played?
10. Prefer PC or console?
11. Have you written any fanfic or made any fanart?
12. Most bizarre game you’ve ever played?
13. Scariest game you’ve played?
14. Do you watch playthroughs online?
15. Favorite animal in a video game?
16. The best year in gaming you’ve experienced?
17. Have a video game themed background or lockscreen?
18. Worst game you’ve played?
19. Hardest game you’ve ever played?
20. Favorite publisher and/or developer?
21. If you had to play one game for the rest of your life, what would it be?
22. If you could turn one game into movie, which would it be?
23. Favorite genre of video game?
24. Ever cried because of a video game? Which one(s)?
25. Proudest accomplishment in gaming?
26. How often do you play online? Co-op?
27. Have you gotten any friends into gaming?
28. Who got YOU into gaming?
29. Watch cutscenes or skip them?
30. On average, how long does it take you in the character creation screen?
31. Game with the best theme song?
32. Do you cosplay?
33. Favorite female npc?
34. Favorite male npc?
35. Best protagonist? 
36. Best antagonist?
37. Ever been made fun of for playing video games?
38. Have you tried a game, hated it, then tried again, and loved it?
39. Do you play for achievements/trophies?
40. Favorite voice actor?
41. Gone to a midnight release before?
42. A game you will never forget (in a bad OR good way)?
43. Favorite sidekick or companion?
44. Do graphics matter?
45. Do you like funny or more serious games?
46. Always, sometimes, or never use subtitles?
47. First person or Third person?
48. A game you’ve always wanted to play but have never gotten to it?
49. A game you haven’t played in forever, but want to replay?
50. How many games to do you own?
51. First character you’ve had a crush on?
52. A game you will always stand behind, and support no matter what?
53. Your most immersive game?
54. A sequel you really want?
55. How much time, on average, do you play in a week?
56. Do you tell people irl that you play video games?
57. What is an overrated game you’ve played?
58. Ever have someone walk in on a sex scene between you and you LI?
59. A game you are looking forward to this year?
60. The game you are best at?
61. A game you know everything about?
62. Would you want to work with video games when you are older?
63. What’s a game that has inspired you?
64. Describe your favorite video game using only three words?
65. Any favorite screenshots of games?
66. Game with the yummiest looking food?
67. Most violent game you’ve played?
68. An older game that you’ve just recently gotten into?
69. Your first LI?
70. Do you play any mobile games?
71. A game you can’t stop talking/thinking about at the moment?
72. Have any guilty pleasure games?
73. A game with the best fandom?
74. Which game has the best lore?
75. Do you focus on main storyline/quest or do sidequests first?

How to Say I Love You Without Using those Three Words by WayHaught™

“I would die if anything happened to her .”
-Waverly Earp, 2x02


“I would shoot anybody for you.”
-Nicole Haught, 2x05




“You taste like my Waverly again. ”
-Nicole Haught, 2x06




“It was all real. Okay? It was all me…I don’t remember much about when it was in control, but I remember every second I was with you . Every touch. Every kiss.”
-Waverly Earp, 2x06












These two are doin’ it right, okay?
June 2017 Prompts

Write a short story, poem or anything that inspires you based on one of these prompts and tag it with #inkstay.

Prompts of the month
1# - The seven deadly sins as virtues.
2# - What could stray someone from their path?
3# - The demon doesn’t want your firstborn, what can you offer instead?
4# - What does the city sound like?
5# - Write about the things that make you smile.
6# - Write about gods that care.
7# - How do you say ‘I love you’ without using those three words?
8# - Describe the colour blue without using any colours
9# - What does a four hour car ride feel like?
10# - Write about someone you will never meet.

Word prompts
1# - horrible
2# - prior, chart
3# - lightning, drama, frame
4# - foam
5# - vessel, assumption
6# - sunlight, revolt, mistake
7# - etymology
8# - neglect, nation
9# - increase, beloved, vast
10# - expression, obscure, rage, memory

Writing Prompt Quotes

This is for everyone else to use. Tag me in your works, I would love to read them!


1. “When did I ever imply that I wanted you?”

2. “Let’s take a trip.”

3. “This place is for children.”

4. “Go home.”

5. “Stay away.”

6. “There’s nothing you could say to me that would ever make me stop.” 

7. “You’re scared.”

8. “I may be wrong, but…”

9. “I don’t bite.”

10. “Okay, darling.”

11. “Get me out of here.”

12. “You’ve been gone for so long.”

13. “Don’t fall asleep.”

14. “I adore you.”

15. “Do you love me?”

16. “You pop that gum one more time…”

17. “You’re such a fucking gemini.” (or any other horoscope sign you’d like)

18. “There’s a difference between being happy and being distracted.”

19. “You look just like… Nevermind.”

20. “I was angry and I took it out on you, which is totally unfair.”

21. “That was in the past.”

22. “Can you believe we did that?”

23. “I don’t like when you do that.”

24. “Get the hell out.”

25. “I never said that.”

26. “I don’t think we can do this anymore.”

27. “I told you not to say anything!”

28. “What’s wrong?”

29. “It meant nothing.”

30. “I miss this.”

31. “If I spend $4,250 on alcohol, it better kill me.”

32. “I want answers.”

33. “I don’t have anything to say.”

34. “If I gave you a chance, would you take it?”

35. “Look, look, look!”

36. “My sims get more action than I do.”

37. “You have to do it.”

38. “What are you laughing at?”

39. “Coraline is terrifying!”

40. “I heard you! Damn.”

41. “Do you think we were made for each other?”

42. “Can I text you?”

43. “Should I be worried?”

44. “Stop right there.”

45. “You’ve listened to it six times in a row.”

46. “Take a chance.”

47. “Disney or die!”

48. “Maybe you should move your hand.” 

49. “I only speak in iconic vine quotes.” 

50. “Forever and ever.”

51. “Your color is beautiful.”

52. “Your aura is irresistible.”

53. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

54. “You did that? While five months pregnant?”

55. “You’re only allowed to use the ‘F’ word three times a day.”

56. “We’re closer than we used to be.”

57. “I missed this.” 

58. “We have the house all to ourselves… I’ll get the board games!”

59. “I’m broke, but…”

60. “You’re so beautiful in the sun.”

10

I ask the Heavens for permission…

some K-pop asks?
  1. who has better body rolls ____ or ____?
  2. do you prefer _____’s maknae or ______’s maknae? (send two groups)
  3. fave solo artist?
  4. fave group?
  5. fave song by _____?
  6. who do you think the best dancer in K-pop is?
  7. if you could spend a week with _____, what would you do together?
  8. which member of _____ would you go to in the middle of the night if you had a bad dream?
  9. fave MV at the moment?
  10. what flavor of ice-cream do you think ______ would be?
  11. who is your ____ bias and why?
  12. soft songs or loud songs, which do you like better?
  13. you’re stranded on an island with _____. using only three words, describe how you feel.
  14. fave girl group?
  15. fave boy group?
  16. your favorite body part on each member of ____?
  17. best singers in K-pop?
  18. who do you think would do well as a solo artist?
  19. who do you think is the best dancer in _____?
  20. who are some of your top bias wreckers?
  21. list your current favorite groups.
  22. list your current top biases
  23. would you rather take pictures with your favorite group or have a handshake session with them?
  24. what are some songs that remind you of your biases?
  25. do you have a favorite live performance?
  26. fave picture(s) of your bias(es)?
  27. when did you get into K-pop?
  28. truthfully, do you get jealous/envious when you see your bias with another boy/girl?
  29. favorite fanfic?
  30. fave choreography?
  31. you’re favorite thing, personality-wise, about each member of ______
  32. are there any songs that remind you of your bias(es)?
  33. which idol is closest to your ideal type?

I’m sorry I’m just really angry at the antis in the voltron fandom right now.

I mean

You guys made a petition. A FUCKING petition.

I don’t even know why some of you are even still here. You clearly don’t give two iotas of shit about the show, its creators, or even other fans.

I mean have any of you, any of the people who signed that petition, actually THOUGHT about what you’re doing? You are essentially demanding that the showrunners, the people who made this wonderful series for us all to enjoy, to bend over backwards to cater to YOUR needs and YOUR wants and for what?

So you can have some ground to stand on the next time you decide to tell someone to kill themselves over a ship? So you can have a “canon” reason for why YOUR way of doing things is superior? Or is it so you can begin policing the fandom so you can pretend that you have some kind of power over your life and that your not just some child who has to deal with the world around them growing realer and realer as time goes on and you have no idea what to do because you have all these new feelings you cant explain and your powerless to stop them?

I’ve been in fandoms since I was 14 years old. And I’ve never seen a group of people so utterly dedicated to destroying a series they pretend to love.

Because you don’t love the series. Hell, I’m not even sure you LIKE it.

Otherwise you would have realized hwo pointless all this is because SHIPS DONT MATTER.

THEY’VE NEVER MATTERED

THEY DONT MATTER WHEN YOU GET HURT FOR THE FIRST TIME.

THEY DONT MATTER WHEN SOMEONE YOU LOVE DIES

THEY DONT MATTER WHEN SOMEONE BREAKS YOUR HEART FOR THE FIRST TIME

AND THEY CERTAINLY DONT MATTER WHEN YOUR ON THE INTERNET DRAWING FUCKING FANART OF TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS FUCKING.

Here’s a thought experiemnt.

You create a statue. It’s yours. You made it. It’s your baby, and you love it, and while you dont think it’s perfect its YOURS. It can’t belong to anyone else but YOU.

But other people don’t see that.

They start to tell you how your statue should look, start to argue about the color, the shapes, the very core of it’s being. And when you ask them why they keep trying to change the statue they claim its because they “love” it.

But they don’t love it.

They wanna possess it. Make it theirs. They wanna claim your statue as their own property despite not having spent any of the blood, sweat, and tears that went into making it.

And possessing something and controlling it and twisting it to what you want to be isn’t love. Not even close.

If none of you can see why it is this behavior is harmful, or why it is that most of the fandom isn’t behind you…

then go.

Just leave.

None of the voltron fans WANT you here. We all just wanna enjoy this great show with its great characters. And yeah, there’s probably a good portion of us who DONT like the idea of shiro being shipped with the other characters because we interpret them as being from different age groups. But the difference is that fans, REAL fans, know where the line in the sand is drawn and don’t cross it. THEY know and understand that while they love the series, it doesn’t belong to them. They gotta let it grow on its own and be its own thing.

There are PLENTY of voltron fans who dislike shaladin or it’s ilk for what it is. But they understand that its something that up to interpretation because it’s a SHOW. A show they LIKE and ENJOY for reasons outside of the fan shipping.

YOu think the fandom is behidn you?

Ha

ha

ha

Voltron is a 30 year franchise.

There are fans of the series with KIDS.

REAL adults who know what the REAL world is like.

And nearly all of them aren’t behind you.

The universe is a big place. Bigger than the world. Bigger than your house. Bigger than your room. Or your laptop. And it’s DEFINITELY bigger than tumblr.

And if you don’t want to be a part of that universe with the rest of us. I have three words for you.

There’s the door.

Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None

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“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 

 "Hello?" 

 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

I do love you. I still love you.
I will never tell you that, though. There’s no use. Our time is over. Telling myself this is most difficult when I see you. When you speak to me. When I see you at that bar neither of us
gave up since our break up or the corner gas station. I hate how small this town is. I love you though.

You’re still so sweet to me. You say hello, with that smile that could melt thin air. Your eyes still look at me the same. Or is it that I only still choose to look at them the same? My heart beats out of my chest, if you looked hard enough you’d see it. You say hello, then we have a short conversation. But my heart knows no boundaries. My words are homesick and miss you being their home. I love you and my heart can’t keep secrets. So when we say goodbye, there’s nothing more my heart wants than to grab your hand and tell you I love you. I miss my lips on your forehead before you’d leave. Remember that?

I can’t say I love you. But I can’t say goodbye.
So instead I cope with this by using any other three word phrase. See you later, take care now, until next time. It’s saying it, without saying it. Those three words, each word replacing the ones I wish I could still use. I’m getting better at it. I’m getting better at loving you from afar.

You looked beautiful tonight,
You were never one to wear white. You’d always wear black. At least with me. You’ve curled your hair in a way I’ve never seen before. A bit more messy, good messy. You looked so alive. I’m glad we’re both still in this small town I hate, running into each other every now and then. Because you make me feel alive too.

“Until next time.”
—  Those Three Words // a.m.g.
“Savior” (Gaston)

word count: 713

request: I lived your gaston x reader! It was amazing! Please continue writing more of them

requested by: anon

summary: Your mom wants to marry you off to someone other than Gaston and he has a bit of a problem with that. You also seem to be the only one who can match wits with Gaston.

a/n: Yep! Another one, because I’m a hoe for Gaston but most of all, Luke Evans.

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

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I feel like at this point he’s just gonna keep repeating that until it becomes true

#intense #insane

anonymous asked:

Let him rest? Who the hell do you think you are? Louis is not a helpless child. He's a grown ass man, he's rich, he's got an adorable son, a hot girlfriend. He gets paid to walk around in fancy clothes and sip coffee. Why the fuck do you act like people should feel sorry for him? Aren't you ashamed to act like this when so many people around the world struggle with REAL issues?

Okay, anon. Okay.

Let us imagine for a moment that we are two separate and yet civilised bloggers. 

Let us imagine that we are both fans of Louis Tomlinson, and as such take an interest in his general wellbeing, as well as support him in his work.

Let us imagine, that you, dear blogger, saw a three word tag on a post that I wrote, one made up of nine words.

Let us imagine that you read the words ‘Just a happy hug for Louis. Pass it on’ and then clicked into my original post and saw the tags ‘one less thing to worry about’, ‘let him shine’ and  'let him rest’.

Let us imagine that in seeing this, for reasons best known only to you, you chose to focus on the three words ‘let him rest’.

Let us imagine that without choosing to ask, or to seek context as to why I would have made the post to begin with, let alone used those three particular words, you then instead chose to send me a cowardly anonymous message.

Let us imagine that I attach no shame to what I choose to blog about, and that instead I choose to blog about things that I find positive, or wish to raise awareness of, as well as things I enjoy.

Let us imagine, anon, that you are unaware of the fact that I am a real life activist, and that I have in fact been to parliament to discuss real life issues with real life MPs.

Let us imagine, that you anon, recall before you press send, that you know nothing about me, my life, nor the REAL issues, I, nor anyone around me, face.

Let us imagine, anonymous person who came to my blog with the express purpose of sending me this message, that you cannot in fact imagine what it was like, like I, to be raised in the shadow of sectarianism.

Let us imagine, anonymous grey box of safety you choose to hide behind, that every day of my career, I work assisting people whom I was inspired to support, after my mother lost the vast majority of her hearing and was injured in a bombing when I was five years old.

Let us imagine, person presumably too ashamed of their actions to use their real name, that no, I am not ashamed to act with compassion and empathy, and to have a post reflect those parts of me.

Let us imagine that I, a fan of Louis Tomlinson, used those three words, because I was happy to see that he will not face charges in a case that I feel should never have been brought against him in the first place.

Let us imagine that I used the words ‘let him rest’ because I am happy that instead of having the shadow of the aforementioned case (and the way certain people chose to report it) hanging over him, I hope that he can instead now get some respite, away from this particular kind of exposure.

Let us imagine, that while I understand that everyone experiences and deals with grief in the way that is personal and right for them, that grief is something I sadly understand all too well.

Let us imagine then, that as someone who in the past few years alone, has lost five of my cousins (including one to suicide, the pain of which I talked about in depth here), my aunt (who was like a grandmother to me), my uncle (who was in fact buried today), and my father, who died aged fifty-nine (and whom I didn’t even get to say goodbye to, because he passed away with no warning), knows a little bit about grief and how it can weary you.

Let us imagine that within the scope of my experience, I feel, personally, that while we all handle grief differently, that the one thing you do not need when grieving is more external stressors in your life, because grief is an all consuming experience (tiring in a way that you cannot know until you have lived through it), that no amount of money, sipping coffee, or fancy clothes can assuage.

Let us imagine that I, someone who has experienced the life changing blow that is losing a parent, empathises with Louis Tomlinson in this instance, and that I hope he is able to relax a bit and rest a little more (something that in and of itself is open to interpretation) with one less of those external stressors to worry about.

Let us imagine, anon, that you have not experienced even a fraction of such a monumental emotion (because I would not wish it on anyone), and that you can find it within yourself to understand, to examine context, and to use critical thinking regarding the words of someone who has, and who in turn chose to make a small statement on their own blog regarding it.

Let us imagine, dear anon, that we live in a world where people think before they speak, where someone who is grieving can visit a site they enjoy for some respite from said grief, and where unchecked denigration and spewing vitriol are not the norm. Where people consider their words and how they will carry them with them (because carry them they must), before they send a stranger an anonymous message on the internet.

Imagine THAT.

I’m still upset about B99′s Season 4 finale, so here’s my fake opening scene of Season 5. Enjoy!

The scene opens with a close-up of Jake.  He’s wearing an orange jumpsuit and is staring through the glass lovingly at his visitor.  You can hear Amy’s voice, but can’t see her.  

“Jake, I don’t know what I’m doing without you.  I miss you every day.  I can’t eat, I can’t sleep.  I miss you so much, Jakey-poo.”  Amy’s voice stops and the camera pans out to show her staring down at the piece of paper she’s holding with a grossed out look on her face.

“Jakey-poo? He really went there?”  Jake’s face looks mildly concerned.

Amy nods and looks around nervously.  “Maybe I should keep my voice down?  I don’t want to ruin your prison street cred by reading Boyle’s love letter too loudly.”

Jake waves her off. “Nah, my street cred’s pretty solid. If I had to estimate, I’d say I’m pretty close to the top of the ladder here, socially.”  He nods unconvincingly.

Amy raises one eyebrow and waits.

Jake leans forward exasperatedly, giving up the charade.  “Fine!  My street cred’s in the toilet.  Word got out that Boyle applied for a conjugal visit so he could hug me for as long as he wanted to without getting tased by the guards again.”

Amy nods.  “There it is.  But seriously, Jake, I don’t know how much longer we can keep it together with you in here.  Captain Holt had to place Gina on Administrative Leave.”

“What, why?”

“We caught her in the air vents last week.  Apparently she used all her sick days to binge-watch Prison Break.  When we caught her, she said she was ‘just practicing.’” Amy stopped and looked off to the side thoughtfully.   “She was oddly quiet in the vents though… I’m not sure we would have caught her if her baby belly hadn’t gotten in her way.”

***Cut to Gina stuck in the air vent, trying to move left and then right, eventually giving up and taking her phone out to live tweet the 4 hours she was stuck in the vents before someone finally found her.***

Jake shook his head. “How is everyone else taking it?”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Well, Pimento had to be placed into a medically induced coma.  He said he would rather die than stop trying to break Rosa out of prison.”

***Cut to Terry walking in on Pimento practicing digging into concrete with a spoon in his bathroom.***

***Cut to Captain Holt shaking his head while holding the blueprints to the Rosa’s prison that he found in Pimento’s apartment.***

Jake shakes his head wistfully.  “Ah, young love.”

Amy furrows her brow.  “And it’s not just them.  Captain Holt used a contraction in a precinct-wide memo the other day.   I couldn’t tell him, he’d be devastated.”

Jake sighs.  “Oh, Captain Dad.  Well, let’s muddle through the rest of this letter then, shall we?”

Amy reads ahead silently.  “We’d better not.  He uses the word ‘irrevocably’ three times.  And that’s just on page one.”

Jake tries to bury his head in his hands, only to be stopped by the handcuffs binding him to the edge of the table.  He jerks back and falls off his chair with a loud bang.  After a moment of silence, you hear a muffled, “I’m ok!” and a cuffed hand gives the camera a thumbs up.

***Cut to opening credits.***