the colors under the words

colormetheworld:

but what if there was a switched at birth thing that happened, where Jane and Maura got each other’s kids. And for twelve years they’re raising this kid who they love and adore, but who’s also like a little alien walking around the house. And then they figure it out, and they meet and they have a 30 second conversation, and they are like. 

"oh…it makes sense now" 

And. Annnd. It works perfectly.


Jane is raising her daughter by herself, because Casey left when their daughter was four, because he was convinced Jane cheated while he was in the service. She had a bout with alcoholism, but cleaned up and became a great detective. She and her overbearing mother are raising her oddly winsome daughter on a cop salary alone. Jane fights demons (Hoyt included) every day.

MEANWHILE. Maura’s in a loveless marriage with Garrett Fairfield, and even the birth of their son does nothing to bring them closer. She is perplexed by her dark haired, left handed, somewhat sarcastic child, but has made it her mission to connect with her as she is an amazing kid and Maura wants to be the best mother she can to her.

Ugh. Guys. I want.

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hi so i just wrote something and it really was just me procrastinating but it kinda turned into something deeper and more personal and now its just kinda sitting there and i have no idea what to do with it i don't wanna get rid of it but i just don't want it to sit there ya know any suggestions?
Anonymous

send it to the person who makes you feel the safest. 

Hi. I appreciate your work. I appreciate you as a person. Just. Please do not write a story about Jane and Ferguson. I strongly urge you not to. What's happening in Ferguson is rooted in a long history of systemic oppression, working in the forms of racism, classism, police brutality, etc. Writing this story romanticizes the reality of Ferguson, MO, the reality that people of color face, daily. Do not use Mike Brown's death for this purpose. Please. Don't.
Anonymous

As a black person. As a woman. As a lesbian. As a person who has lost a loved one to police brutality, I face those challenges on a daily basis. For me, writing has always been a way to express the feelings that I can’t otherwise. It’s been a way to cope with hard, hard things. Maybe I won’t publish it. Maybe I’ll put it somewhere other than tumblr. It definitely won’t go on fan fiction. Maybe I will write something that turns out not to be Rizzoli and Isles. To tell me I’m romanticizing a tragedy, one that still wakes me up in the night, is to assume you know my motives. You assume you know WHY this topic calls to me. And you don’t. If you would like to discuss it, if any of you would, then come off anon and speak to me.
Thank you,
tc

kathyisweird:

colormetheworld:

I want to write a story about Jane and Ferguson, MO 

It sounds rude/stupid, but one of my first thoughts when this started was how someone like Jane would approach this. I’m very very interested and on your side.

It’s coming.

There’s a new keys chapter. Here is how I envision Susie singing No Day But Today.

she bit the tip of her thumbnail, a tiny frown between her eyebrows. Yes…it was exactly what she meant. It was exactly what she wanted to say. Had she said it before. She must have. And each time with the plaintive sincerity of the hopeful amnesiac. 
She put the phone down on the table. She did not erase it. She did not press send. 

she bit the tip of her thumbnail, a tiny frown between her eyebrows. Yes…it was exactly what she meant. It was exactly what she wanted to say. Had she said it before. She must have. And each time with the plaintive sincerity of the hopeful amnesiac. 

She put the phone down on the table. 
She did not erase it. 
She did not press send. 

I blocked out the body of this, because I didn’t think you’d want me to share it publicly, but here is my response: 
No. you shouldn’t. come off anon and talk to me or send me an anon that tells me how to reach you back privately, and I will. truth. 
Don’t give up. 

I blocked out the body of this, because I didn’t think you’d want me to share it publicly, but here is my response: 

No. you shouldn’t. come off anon and talk to me or send me an anon that tells me how to reach you back privately, and I will. truth. 

Don’t give up. 

I want to write a story about Jane and Ferguson, MO 

but what if there was a switched at birth thing that happened, where Jane and Maura got each other’s kids. And for twelve years they’re raising this kid who they love and adore, but who’s also like a little alien walking around the house. And then they figure it out, and they meet and they have a 30 second conversation, and they are like. 

"oh…it makes sense now"