#i love virginia man

[baldnt]

holy hell i found him y’all. he is indeed in rural Virginia.

[super-nova5045]

sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)

[arealtrashact]

If it wasn't for your Tumblr, I never would've watched The 10th (Tenth?) Kingdom. I thank you. 😃

You're welcome.

Now you too can live with the knowledge that we'll never get the planned sequel and, as a result, never see the abomination that these two managed to spawn.

I am haunted by the fact Simon Moore (writer) confirmed that their offspring would be 100% wolf.

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Pepper: The stars are so beautiful... Tony: They're just giant balls of gas. Pepper: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Tony: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Pepper: Oh...

[fisheadz]

I love the idea of the ism everyone lives AU squad all being friends post-game, like:

• Max and Virginia insulting each other like siblings.

• Allen throwing away Max’s cigarettes without him noticing, and hiding the lighters if he can’t get to the cigarettes.

• Virginia finding every blog or book or whathaveyou on cats for Desmond and either spamming his inbox or mailbox, or visiting him with her findings, like she’s an informant or smt, folders and all.

• ^ Desmond is both very amused and impressed by her huge collection of all things cat.

• Lucas and Allen hanging out as two very isolated and guilt-ridden bros, chatting over drinks and laughing about silly things.

• Max and Desmond being not-quite-friends but also being besties at the same time. No one is sure why this is, not even them, but at least they aren’t at each others throats like Max and Lucas.

• ^ Lucas and Max absolutely cannot stand each other, in most circumstances. Constant arguing and trying to one-up the other. They don’t hate each other, but they don’t particularly like each other either. The others aren’t sure if it’s because of what happened at the factory, but they aren’t planning on intervening any time soon, since they aren’t killing each other just yet.

• Once Max needed a babysitter for Maddy, and had Allen look after her for a couple hours. He came back to Allen ducktaped to the wall, Maddy painting on his face. It took another ten minutes for Max to free Allen, due to his hysterical laughter.

• ^ Allen is terrified of the little girl, now, and she absolutely knows and takes advantage of it. Every time they see each other she messes with him and Max couldn’t be more proud.

• Desmond has an issue with some electric system or another in his apartment building and instead of trying to get his shitty landlord to fix it, he asks Lucas to help. The lights haven’t worked this good in forever.

• Virginia and Allen are the bestest friends. They hang out at least once a week, and just chill and chat about whatever.

• Lucas and Max always give Dave a side eye, just to remind him that Virginia’s friends are not afraid to commit crime. This terrifies the man, but he not really worried, since Virginia could kick their asses probably.

• Desmond and Lucas are mildly pining, and neither of them realize it. The others know, as outwardly it’s very obvious, but even if they did know about the other’s crush, they wouldn’t really change their dynamic. They’re comfortable being friends, and they aren’t pursing any romantic relationship at the moment. Not that that’s gonna stop their friends from subtly teasing them.

• ^ there’s a running bet going on between Virginia and Max, on who can be the most obvious with their teasing. Max is winning, but not by much.

• Lucas and Virginia have "half girls nights" where they hangout at one of their homes and gossip and stuff, do their nails. Lucas is surprisingly good at applying makeup. Virginia hadn’t felt this pretty in decades.

• Allen lands Max a spot as a mechanic, and Max has pledged his undying loyalty to the man. They still have a sort of unspoken rivalry going on, but they can bond over cars like longtime besties.

• They all go out for drinks whenever their schedules line up. Allen is typically the sober friend.

• Desmond, Lucas and Virginia all geeking out over video games, making fan theories and headcanons and AU’s. Virginia starts a blog about it, and it has amassed quite the following.

• They all have some leftover bad feelings from the "event", and call each other frequently to reassure each other and themselves. Allen especially, which gives Desmond no small amount of anxiety.

• ^ Desmond still isn’t happy with himself for missing Allen’s call, but Allen never held any grudge. He’s mostly just happy to be alive and well, and that the others got away safe as well.

• Dave and Allen will drop whatever they’re doing to chat if they see each other. They don’t meet often, due to work and stuff, but when they do, all you can do is wait until they get done talking, as nothing short of an earthquake can cut the convo short.

• ^ Desmond and Dave are also bros, but are more chill about it.

• Tonia is everyone’s emotional support kitty, and she loves the attention. It’s a win-win for everyone.

I can’t think of anything else rn, it is 4am for me, but when I do… hehe.

[nxmeolvides]

Ana baby I'm so sorry that your sister's boyfriend you've never met and some random woman searching for her lost son are either more driven to find your sister or more successful in it.

[nat-20s]

Being weird with ur gender is 100% contagious btw in a very cool and fun way. Turns out that when you live ur best "you can do whatever you want forever" life in general it's contagious. This is why being a weird little freak is also contagious I always loved hanging out with sorority girls bc something about my personality made it so I was the one that they felt completely comfortable being like "my secret shame is that I can do a REALLY fucking good Billy Crystal impersonation and I have to suppress it so that I'm not in Billy Crystal mode constantly" I'd just be like "ok girl well let's hear it!" And it was pretty solid

[darlinhutchence]

Michael Hutchence & Virginia Hey circa 1988. They dated for less than a year and it ended when Michael was unfaithful. Virginia wrote an iconic letter that he reportedly kept.

Excerpt from Tina Hutchence's Just a Man

[boimgfrog]

I went so long without paranoia that now that it's back I truly truly do not know how I lived like this for so long. I can't walk up my own staircase in my own house without my heart racing and my brain screaming at me to go faster. I can't be left alone in a room without shutting down barely breathing praying not to be found by whatever HAS to be in there with me. I can't turn off the downstairs lights at my job without nearly passing out from dizzying terror. not to mention the gut-twisting panic that sets in whenever I hallucinate. how did I live like this for 19 years? how am I gonna live like this for three more weeks before my meds are refilled?

[aemiron-main]

Henry- why so many candles? Like seriously, there’s already a lightbulb in there but he’s got a metric fuckton of candles…. henry… were you afraid of the dark??? was it cold in the attic so you used the candles for warmth?? especially since every time we see him in the attic, he’s wearing a sweater or a sweatervest:

[tristinian]

Queer history needs to be taught. It’s not enough to say “in the past, people didn’t like queer people” and put a pin in it. If I see one more person say “Ancient Greece wasn’t homophobic” I’ll scream

[tboynut]

this is what i mean when i say i will cherish you and your being and my love for you will be immortalized in marble

Pygmalion and Galatea (1763) by Étienne Maurice Falconet Paul and Virginia (1844) by Alessandro Puttinati Worship of the Female Form (early 20th century) by Alméry Lobel-Riche Kneeling man embracing a standing woman (1908) by Gustav Vigeland In Paradise (1918) by Max Svabinsky Thief of the Moon (1924) by Norman Lindsay

[jimahalangel]

My brain scrambles letters so often and just skips over entire words when I'm reading and also when I'm speaking and it's awesome 👍 😎👍

[gghostwriter]

Wanted: A Gentleman

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 2 || Future take Summary: Your lovely group of friends, Penelope, JJ, and Emily, set you up with your perfect match Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.3k a/n: Back at it again with something miss Sabrina Carpenter inspired. The fluff idea has finally struck and I love how this ended up, even without any editing! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

“I’m serious!” You clarified, wiggling to get comfy on Penelope’s sofa. “It was the worst date I’ve ever been on!”

All the three girls laughed. It was Friday night, girl’s night, and you found yourself surrounded by the baddest girls Virginia could ever offer. The Powerpuff girls of the BAU as you once jokingly dubbed them—JJ being Blossom, Penelope being Bubbles, and Emily being Buttercup. Witty thinking on your part, if you say so yourself. 

Having just moved into the state just a few months ago, you were grateful for the ray of sunshine that Penelope was for taking you under her wing and introducing you to a great set of girlfriends.

“It can’t be that bad—” JJ giggled as she took a sip of her newly refilled glass wine. “Can it?”

Bringing out your phone, you swiped to the screenshot Bumble profile of your date the night before. He wasn’t bad looking, not at all. He was cute in a very American boy next door type of way but then again, his profile being filled with gym pictures should have clued you in.

“We had dinner at that newly opened restaurant, Palm & Pine, which is a great place by the way, but all he ever did was talk about himself—”

Emily nodded along. “Typical macho male behavior.”

“—that wasn’t even the worst part! He brought out a scale, a portable weighing scale, to log his macro calories in a fitness app!”

Penelope chose the wrong time to take a sip of her drink causing her cough violently while the two remaining girls threw back their heads and laughed hysterically. All you could hear were gasps of weighing scale and calories between them.

“I’m all for being healthy but really? On a first date?” You crossed your arms to your chest. “At this point, I might as well get a cat or two to keep me company.”

Penelope snatched your phone and clicked to open the dating app. “Oh no no, sweetheart. You’re too beautiful and nice to end up alone. We can find you a perfect man to love and take home with!”

“Yeah, we’re profilers. Trust us to pick for you,” Emily slyly added as she peeked behind Garcia’s shoulder.

Reaching out for the opened bottle of alcohol, you sighed in defeat and let the girls do their thing. “I’m going to need copious amounts of alcohol in my system for this.”

———

It was bad. Based on all their comments and numerous swipes to the left, the dating pool was atrocious, hell on earth. 

“He looks cute—” Penelope continue to scroll on his profile before making a face. “Never mind, look at that horrible grammar.”

JJ leaned in and read the poor man’s bio. “Theirs a million reasons why I’m your future boyfriend—Jesus, it’s really hard out there, huh?”

“I’d take any man who’s nice and breathes,” you laugh in despair. 

Emily’s eyes twinkle from a sudden idea. Everyone had been drinking continuously and the filter had been turned off by the time the third bottle was opened. Any thought made beyond just screamed bad idea. “You know, we could just set you up with Reid.”

“Reid?” you tilted your head to the side. What kind of a name is that? Its very…unique. “You have a co-worker named Reid? As in that’s his first name?”

“No, no, no. His name is Spencer, Reid is just his last name,” JJ clarified, leaning forward with a sweet smile on her face. Oh no, you knew that look. She was very much into this.

Penelope slides your phone to you and promptly claps her hands in glee. “You’re so right! Why didn’t I think of that!”

“Right,” Emily turned to face the other two. “They’d be great for each other. Now we just have to get him to agree. JJ—” the blonde raised her eyebrows. “—can you talk to Reid about it?”

She shrugged. “I could but you know how stubborn he is.”

“I’ll blackmail him if I have to,” Penelope interjected. “Boy genius needs to meet our own girl genius. They’ll be perfect for each other, he just doesn’t know it.”

Your eyes volleyed in between the three. “Don’t I have a say in this?”

Emily tsk’ed as she turned her inquisitive dark eyes on you. “I’ll cash in on that prize I won last time.”

“No,” you breathed out, remembering how you badly lost last poker night and vowed to do any dare the winner would tell you to do.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes,” her smile growing wider and wider with each denial. 

Your shoulders slumped forward. “Fine but he better be the love of my life or you owe me big time.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head. He will be,” Penelope laughed, pouring more wine in all of the glasses. “Cheers!”

———

It took three weeks before the girls were finally able to wear the mysterious Dr. Spencer Reid down and in the midst of waiting (and stubbornly hoping that he would never give in), you learned more about the boy genius than you ever wished for. How he has an IQ of 187, graduated high school at the age of 12, has 3 PhDs under his belt, and an avid reader—like yourself. 

You begrudgingly admitted that he spiked your interest and having someone to talk to about books would be lovely but beyond that, you were slightly intimidated by his background which made yours, a literature degree graduate and publishing editor, seem insignificant. Penelope tried to squash that negative thought once you aired it out in the open by saying that Spencer wasn’t the type to judge anyone based on their societal standing. If anything, he’d find you interesting, she urged.

But there was one information you weren’t privy to, how he looks like. The girls didn’t want to show any photos, stating it’s best to see him face to face rather than through an image, which in turn made you imagine the worst. 

You looked around, standing on the second step of the museum as you try to spot any curly, hazel haired man walking your way. He wasn’t late, you were just too anxious to be fashionably late. 

Someone stopped in front of you at the bottom of the steps. 

“Are you—” the doe eyed stranger cleared his throat. “Y/N? Penelope’s friend?”

Oh damn. He was beautiful.

“Yes, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” You squeaked. 

He smiled, stunning you into even more into awe. “Hi, yes. Yes, Spencer is fine.”

“Should we go inside?” You breathed out as you watched his cheeks reddened, no doubt matching the color of your own.

He nodded before slightly touching your arm to stop you in place and bending down like he was some kind of knight and shining armor and for all you knew, he could be. “Your shoelace is undone. Did you know that there’s more than 1,000 cases related to loss of footing each year and 67% of these falls were attribute to untied shoelaces?”

“We wouldn’t want to contribute to that, do we?” You quipped back as you studied how the sunlight hit his wavy locks, turning some into gold, and his doe expressive eyes with specs of green in them. Your favorite color as of today.

He laughed, his high pitched chuckle further capturing your heart. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” 

Your thoughts thanking the three women for setting you up with what seemed to be a perfect gentleman. 

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[fisheadz]

Some In Sound Mind doodles I made a while ago. It stared as me trying to draw AR and… yeah. I spiraled a bit. Sorry if the words are difficult to read, oof.

[grimandghoulish]

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