#i miss anons in my inbox so if anybody wanted to talk hit me up

[rena-iwa]

You know what I want to see?

Riftan and Maxi finding out that she's pregnant. For something potentially dangerous to happen to her (slipping on the stairs, only to be caught, or for somebody to threaten her -- a potentially dangerous situation made harmless only by a presence of another person, so to say).

I sort of want to see Riftan relapse into overprotectiveness, and to see them work it out.

[may-b-a-u-shewritestoo]

Little bit of soft Spence because i’m in my feels

(I’m having a pretty shitty day today, and i daydreamed this scenario, thought you guys might like it too 🥺)

Done. Completely done. That’s how I felt. Sick of everyone, everything, every noise, every ray of light that hit my face. I wanted to curl up in a ball, cry and sleep for hours. I could feel the exhaustion in my limbs, every part of me weighed down with fatigue. I’d made myself a warm tea, I’d got into my comfiest clothes and curled up on the couch. But I couldn’t settle. I didn’t feel ready to sleep, I didn’t feel ready to let out the emotion that was building in my body.

He was due home in a few hours, being away with the team since yesterday. He’d called me to say he wouldn’t be long, he’d missed me and loved me. I needed him now. I needed his smile, his dumb messy hair flopping over his eyes, his scent. I needed to be engulfed in it all. I opened a book to try and pass the what felt like eternal time until he was home, but my eyes were just skimming the same words over and over.

The door clicked and smoothly opened, the rustle of a duffel bag and keys landing on the side table bringing my eyes upwards. ‘Hi sweetheart.’ the softness in his voice, stirred up my emotions and I got up as quick as I could, desperate to feel that softness physically. ‘Hey. What’s going on? Are you okay?’ I collapsed into his chest, and just let out a deep breath. He held me with one arm, and closed the door with the other. ‘Baby, what’s wrong? Sit down, I’ll make us a coffee, we’ll talk it out okay?’ He’d held onto my arms with his hands, pushing me back a little to try and see into my eyes and decipher my body language. I’d forgotten about my tea, it was probably stone cold by now, and also no one could make my coffee but him. It was perfect and relaxing, like the person making it for me.

My body language must’ve been obvious to anybody, my knees bent up under my chin, my arms locked tightly round them. His eyes were watching me intently, studying my face and my body. ‘Spencer. Stop profiling me.’ I mumbled, avoiding his intense gaze. ‘Sorry. A closed posture often indicates anxiety or hostility, I’m just trying to figure out if you’re mad at me, or hiding something. I’m guessing also because of the way you’ve been chewing at your lip, it’s mostly the former indication.’ He was too good, too smart for me to hold this all in. He’d eventually get it out of me. So I let it out. I surrendered, my vulnerability exploded and poured out. There was something about Spencer that could pull anything from me. Raw and open.

My cheeks were damp, my eyes were puffy and I was even more exhausted than before. I felt relief, my problems now warped into the air around me instead of in my chest. Spencer’s eyes were sad for me, his hand draped over my knee, stroking softly. ‘Do you think, I could - could we - can i-‘ my words were still jittery, i was on a comedown from the peak of my emotion and it was shaky. ‘It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. What do you want?’ the gentle atonicity he gave out melting me again.

I looked up into those warm eyes, the comfort in them calming me immediately. ‘Hold me? Please?’ it came out as a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. His response, a light sigh, at first made me worry, but he quickly blew that anxiety away when he shuffled over to me immediately and drew me into his chest. His maroon cardigan fell open slightly, and i brought my arm underneath the back, holding him tightly and feeling as much warmth as i could. ‘I’m sorry today has been like it has. I’m here now, and I will be for as long as I can. I’ve got you, okay?’ Spencer assured into the top of my head, bringing a hand up to the back of my hair and pulling me in tighter to his chest. ‘Thank you Spence.’

‘18,19,20.’ He whispered into my hair. ‘What are you doing?’ I said, confused. Bringing my head up from his shoulder, I looked at him befuddled. ‘Hugging somebody for 20 seconds or longer releases oxytocin. The love hormone as it’s commonly known. At least we’ve kickstarted that now. That’ll feel better.’ The way his voice changed in pitch and inflection when he spouted facts made me fall deeper and deeper for him. Especially now. Saying something like that. I managed a chuckle, and just nestled back into his chest. ‘I love you Spencer Reid. That’s me saying that, not the oxytocin.’ I felt him smiling into my hair, and his arms tightened around me. ‘I love you too sweetheart. Always.’

I’m still working on getting my anon asks sorted, but feel free to request anything and i’ll keep the ask in my inbox! ✨

[dex-xe]

If you had to write a life of Thomas Thorne tv show, what storylines would you include? What roles Isabelle and Francis would play in it? How would want the tv series to show or mention the social and political context of regency era britan like the Industrial Revolution and slavery?

Oh my absolute God, Anon!! I love this ask so much,, it’s so wonderfully creative!!!!

Here’s my take on it!! I really hope you enjoy my ideas, anybody can come back to say what you’d do as well,, I wanna hear all your ideas!!

im talking: Ghosts related questions, theories or headcanons yall have, your favourite characters/scenes/episodes/friendships + why, general comments on anything Ghosts you wanna say

Link to inbox: Max’s Ghost Post

Okay so,, The Life of Thomas Thorne by Max (hit me up for the rights BBC)

Thomas’ life is such an interesting one because his life was in the middle of a time of rapid change, one that is honestly not dissimilar to ours. (which I'll get onto in a minute)

I’d open with a little montage of childhood Thomas with a Voiceover of him reciting a poem about his childhood in the country. He watched as the other children play in the woods, all rowdy and with scuffed knees but Thomas sits alone among the trees gazing into the sky. (He’s been pretentious from a young age XD)

The montage ends with Thomas at his current age, he’s reciting a poem on stage for various aristocrats,, they do not enjoy it.

The show would be primarily from Thomas’ perspective in which he greatly overestimates his own popularity, talent and generally likeable demeanour,, kinda like an unreliable narrator like in S2E4. He narrates bits of the story which simply do not correlate with what’s happening on screen.

As for Francis and Isabelle. Francis would be shown as Thomas’ closest friend who he completely confides in and loves desperately. Childhood friends as well as cousins, and then, when he betrays Thomas in the epic season finale, it’s even more shocking. (Think Bridgerton Lady Whistledown reveal etc). Isabelle would gives obvious indicators that she loves him but he misses them, and then when she says/does innocuous things he’s like “omg she loves me” and gets it all the wrong way around.

As for the context of Regency Britain, it would again be the idea of the unreliable narrator. I think Thomas would really romanticise the working class lifestyle (while obviously not wanting to be them) and be like “oh how they toil and their hard work is wonderful and their love of the family in the face of hardship,, how beautiful!!” Meanwhile, the screen shows people suffering in workhouses, children coughing in the London smog while Thomas rides through in a carriage.

I’d kind of use this as an allegory for modern day. The rich romanticise what it is to be working class and poor while simultaneously living their rich lives and mocking actual poor people. I’m a working class, Northern student at a posh, Southern university and I’m surrounded by people who adore the idea of being poor and the “aesthetic” of a council estate while mocking so-called “chavs” who actually live that very life, and making fun of my accent and dialect and clothes and technology compared to theirs. I think this unreliable narrator idea could really work to show this idea!!

I adore this idea so much!! Literally Anon you are brilliant for thinking of ideas like this!! God I’m having so much fun answering this Ghost Post!! More more more, people!!

[theheavymetalmama]

The point I am trying to make is that Captain America is not the "Kill and punch all alt right nazis" hero you are thinking of. He punches Nazi in WWII because it is a WAR. In peacetime, you don't punch Neo Nazis unprovoked unless in self-defense or in defense of a person under attack otherwise more people will think Neo Nazi are victims. Neo Nazi have gotten stronger today BECAUSE people kept on feeding their victim complexes by attacking anyone they THINK are Nazis.

Selective memory much? I never said he would attack them unprovoked. I said that he’d beat the shit out of them. Yes, Cap’s a stand-up guy and would seek a peaceful resolution. The thing is though, Nazis don’t want peace. They don’t want to cooperate, they don’t want to get along, and they don’t want to share. They’re fucking Nazis. They don’t want to debate their opponents, they want anybody who isn’t white and any culture that isn’t theirs wiped off the face of the fucking Earth. So if you think “unite the right” wouldn’t have thrown the first punch at someone trying to stop them from being Nazis, you’re naive.

That goes double for neo-Nazis. The only people who would sympathize with somebody hailing Hitler getting punched in the face are racists and idiots, so what’s that say about the people going “Hey, you shouldn’t punch Nazis”?

Now to answer the rest of the questions you just bombed my inbox with. I’m heading to a conference first thing tomorrow morning and will be gone for a couple of days, so I may as well knock ‘em out.

"So go ahead. Tell me more about how he wouldn’t fight people who straight-up murdered innocent people." He would, but only if they attack first. The whole "This isn't freedom, this is fear" talk happened because Captain America doesn't believe in punishing people before the crime (unless he sees them attempting to kill people).

Being a Nazi is a crime; a crime against humanity and basic human fucking decency. They deserve the spite and ire that comes their way and then some. Bottom line, Nazis are shit and anybody who defends Nazis are shit too.

"The president is a Nazi apologist (among other horrid, vile things,)" How sad you listen to the news (how have a history of lying since the new tens started) about Trump. In really, he condemns the Nazis as well as Antifa. But you wouldn't know that by listening to mass media. He is awful, but not as awful as the media falsely claims.

I don’t watch ‘the mass media’ and I’d appreciate it if you would NOT act like a presumptuous pest. The last time I watched CNN was years ago at the dentist and that’s what was playing in the waiting room. Thing is though, I don’t need the news to know Trump is a vile, lying, homophobic, racist, misogynist, Nazi apologist bigot. His abhorrent behavior speaks for itself. If he wasn’t, it wouldn’t have taken him four fucking days to condemn white supremacists and he would have said some form of “Fuck that guy” when the leader of the KKK endorsed him. And don’t get me started on him breaking bread with Holocaust deniers, racists, and other such forms of human pollution.

Ever heard of victimhood mentality? Because that is you in a nutshell. After searching your blog, I realized why you leave your Anon on, because you secretly WANT Anons to bother you so you can enforce your victimhood mentality. You WANT to be full of rage and hate, you want to stay a victim, you want people to attack you so you have someone to blame for bad events so you won't have to look in the mirror. So here is some advice, turn off Anon and you will be surprised how happier you get.

Don’t patronize me, Anon. Your armchair psychology would be funny if it wasn’t so damn insulting.

I may have as many issues as a yearly subscription, but at least I wear them on my sleeve. Yes, I have an anger problem. I’ve been in and out of anger management throughout my youth and keeping my temper in check is something I still struggle with to this day. Yes, I’m a stress drinker and over the last couple of years I’ve been drinking more than I should, especially after my father passed away shortly after losing his battle with dementia. But I’ve given up drinking and haven’t had a drink since last April, despite having plenty of opportunities like the house being stocked and my husband and I going out on a fairly routine basis. Yes, I’m jaded as fuck and have little sympathy for people who fall victim to their own stupidity. I can be crass and insensitive, but I know when I’ve gone overboard will happily apologize and admit that I fucked up.

Having said that, your assertion that I have a victim complex can be politely summed up as such. Oh, I had something much more explosive and mean-spirited in mind, but I’ll save that for someone who genuinely deserves it.

If I wanted to be victimized, I’d walk into a country/western music convention wearing a T-shirt that reads “Metal Tops Country” over a picture of Lita Ford ramming Johnny Cash in the ass with a strap-on. I leave Anon asks on because I want to; that’s it. Do I get plenty of shitty people saying shitty things? Hell yes, but I also get a lot of good stuff, asking everything from medical advice to what beer best goes with grilled fish (the answer is IPA.) Besides, said shitty people who say shitty things are mostly idiots, so why should I even care?

"What you’re missing is that it was written during a time when Neo-Nazis were looked upon as either funny or pathetic. In short, not a threat. Not anymore" and who's fault is that? Easy, it's the media's and SJWs' fault. If the Media hadn't made all the claims that "Trump is the second raise of Hilter" and if SJWs hadn't screech "whites suck", the Neo-Nazis would have STAYED a joke. Instead, the Media and the SJWs feeds the Neo Nazi's victim complex and got more people to side with them.

That’s stupid.

These posts sum up everything how Neo Nazis and White Supermasicts got so much bigger in modern times.

It didn’t get bigger in modern times; just louder. This Virginia Peach here explains it better than I care to at the moment.

What you want is heroes to punch every Neo Nazi and Alt Righters UNPROVOKED. The thing is that the only reasons the heroes punch Nazi was because they are in a WAR. The problem with with punching Nazi unprovoked in modern/peace times is that all it will do is make martyrs out of them and get more people to side with them. The ONLY times you should punch a Nazi is in self-defense and in defense of others (or in a war). Otherwise the Neo Nazis and Alt Right will get more powerful.

That’s bullshit. Remember when Richard Spencer went on this big country-wide trip to hold rallies and recruit more people to his cause shortly after Trump was inaugurated? Of course you don’t, because he cancelled all of that and slunked back to his Nazi safe space because he got decked in the mouth; twice. Or remember when ‘Unite the Right’ marched through the city of Boston? Oh right, that didn’t happen either because the people of Boston made it loud and clear that any Nazi who set one foot in town would be signing their own death warrant.

There’s a reason people respond to Nazis with violence; because violence is all they understand. It’s what their whole fucking outlook is based on; kill everyone that isn’t them. Nazis don’t care about diplomacy, they don’t care about peace, and they sure as fuck don’t care about getting along. So what do you suggest people do? Invite them for tea and biscuits and try and sort everything out? Joseph Stalin tried that once, then he lost half his shit.

There’s no debating Nazis. “We should clone extinct animals” is grounds for debate. “We should gas the Jews and enslave the blacks” is grounds for an asswhoopping.

"Now, are we done here Anon, or do you want to hit me with some more Nazi-apologist bullshit?" So you are using the old "They are against punching Nazis so clearly they are Nazi apologists!" and "Anyone who disagrees with me is a Nazi" attack, how typical. The point I am trying to make is that if you attack Nazis unprovoked, they will be Martyred and get more followers and you LOSE followers and supporters. In times like this, you need to take the high ground and avoid striking first.

The only people that would make martyrs out of Nazis are the same people who burn crosses and think soy beans feminize men, and they’d be doing plenty of stupid shit without Nazis getting punched. Fuck them.

Besides, what the fuck else am I supposed to call somebody getting butthurt over me saying that Captain “I was invented for the sole purpose of beating the shit out of Nazis” America would beat the shit out of Nazis? Also, those chucklefucks were brandishing torches and decking themselves out in homemade riot gear. They were LOOKING for a fight, so drop this “unprovoked” shit like a hot rock. Besides, you’re the one who’s suggesting that me saying that the fictional superhero Captain America would beat the shit out of the alt-right means that I advocate hunting down and beating the shit out of them.

Now I won’t lie. The last time a Nazi came within swinging distance of me, he spent four days eating through a rubber tube. He retaliated by pulling a knife on my husband. The result? My husband got a little scar on his arm and said Nazi now has more metal in his mouth than Jaws.

The other Jaws.

Point is, I’m not saying you should throw the first punch, though I certainly won’t lose any sleep if you do. I’m saying that if you encounter a Nazi, get ready for a fight, because I promise you they’re looking for one. Running or fighting is up to you, but if you try waving the white flag they’ll just wrap it around your neck. Sometimes taking the high road simply isn’t an option. When it comes to Nazis, it’s almost never an option. Remember; talk shit, get hit.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

I really like hearing people's stories so (if you want to and it's totally okay if you don't) how did you and actuallylukedanes meet/get together/get married?

I’ve had this buried in my inbox for so long, Anon, I’m sorry! Since today is my wedding anniversary with @actuallylukedanes, it seems like the perfect day to tell this story. My memory isn’t the greatest, so my spouse might be able to challenge me on some of the details, but here’s my side of the story. :)

In 2004, I was home from my freshman year of college. It had been a total disaster, as I was a tiny (undiagnosed) bipolar/Autistic/anxious/ADHD hot mess of a human, and I ended up remaining at home after that instead of going back right away. So I was 19, recently addicted to the internet thanks to college web access, and a high school friend of mine told me about a site called Livejournal. Being a big fan of personal oversharing, I joined immediately. 

Being also a fan of writing, especially (at that time) songs and poetry, I searched for LJ communities about creative writing, and found one I liked. It was a group for queer writers, but I swear that at the time I missed the whole ‘queer’ side, as I was still firmly in the ‘me? liking girls? but i think literally every boy is someone i should have a crush on and have never heard of compulsory heteronormativity yet!’ camp. So I joined that group, despite identifying as straight and clueless, and went about writing and talking to other members.

One of those members and I hit it off right away. In what was literally our first conversation/comment thread, they suggested that we run away together to New York City (where I longed to go). They were that sure they liked me right away. Plot twist: we never made it to NYC, but I did kinda run off with them. :)

Anyhow, we became friends via Livejournal, and then eventually met in person. When I showed them around the area where I grew up, we crossed a giant bridge at one point and a rainbow bloomed overhead. Clearly it was fate. I’ve always been a giant romantic and believer in fate. But I was also (did I mention clueless) an Autistic kid who’d never dated anyone before, so while my now-spouse was falling in love with me and making their intentions known, I didn’t even understand how a person knows when they’re in love. (I was Rory Gilmore, basically. But with better taste in first romance.)

I was also completely lacking in self-esteem and firmly, legitimately believed I was unattractive and unlovable. People act like those who say/feel that way are being overdramatic, but I had never sincerely believed anything more in my life. After all, I made it to adulthood without being asked out on a date or even having anyone express interest in me romantically–my own mom wrote a teasing inscription in my16th birthday card asking if I’d been kissed yet. That could give anybody with mental disorders and an unusual body type a complex!

So though I knew immediately that they made me nervous and twitchy and distracted, it wasn’t until our first in-person meeting ended that I believed they were interested in me, and sorted through my feelings and realized I loved them back. My declaration of my feelings still exists out there in the Livejournal universe, for the world to see, because I have more than a dozen LJ blogs still up even though I stopped using them years ago. Yes, I told them via a blog post. You’d have to ask them whether that was super-romantic or just bizarre. I was both, so I do not know.

Once I caught up to them, feelings-wise, we proceeded to have a long-distance relationship for a couple of years, during which time I got my first job and they moved back home. I visited California for the first time for their birthday and met their family and decided I clearly belonged in California, land of fruit smoothies everywhere, rather than my homeland of rain and seasonal depression. I was too weird for their family, to be honest, though their twin liked me from the start, but I survived the visit and eventually my future spouse came to visit me again in Washington and stay for a week.

During that week, they found a job in my tiny town, changing the course of our future forever. Without really talking to my mom, who I was still sharing an apartment with (and who wasn’t the sort to put her foot down, ever), they went from ‘visiting’ to living in my room and helping get me to and from work and contributing to bills. In 2006, we moved into our own little ‘apartment’ (part of an old house) and having our own lives to pay for, I stopped handing my mom all my money for the first time. 

Despite being mostly supportive of my relationship even though I grew up in a religiously conservative family (still emotionally scarred, thank you for asking), it was the money that led to my mom disowning me and my estrangement from most of the rest of my blood kin. Because we were ‘a team’ when I was growing up and that was all I understood as a developmentally disabled kid, as an adult I never thought twice about giving her all the money I earned even when she spent it on wasteful things and we were left without groceries or electricity. So, in addition to saving me from the life of miserable straight marriage that was expected of me, my spouse rescued me from being taken advantage of, and is an actual hero.

Anyhow, our life together really started, therefore, in August 2006, when we got settled into our first home together, and so that’s the first anniversary we celebrate. The following year we moved from Washington to Utah, where we weren’t legally able to get married until the Supreme Court forced the state to let us, so our marriage in 2015 is the second date we celebrate. We wanted to get married on Halloween because it’s the best day ever, but Halloween was over a weekend that year so we had to settle for a day early. Aka today. :D

My best friend/sister-in-law @actuallyrorygilmore stood for me, and my spouse’s best friend came from California to join us and stand for them. The four of us attended the ceremony at a Salt Lake courthouse, then had bubbly beverages and bits of dessert back at home. I was dressed a little like a fancied-up pirate, as befits my personal style, and my spouse looked amazing. We exchanged simple white-gold wedding bands, and I wear mine with my engagement ring, which I got to pick out at an antique shop and still adore more than anything I’ve ever worn in my life. (The pictures of me with it on it after I was proposed to are the happiest, glowiest, I’ve ever looked in my life.)

As of today we’ve been married for two years, in addition to all the years of friendship and romance that came before, and I couldn’t be happier and more grateful to be with my Leander, who loves harder than anyone I know and is the best partner I could have wished for.

Over the course of the last 13 years, we have adopted/been forced to give up cats we loved like our own kids, lived in a car multiple times, struggled through poly relationship dynamics, donated plasma and shoplifted in order to survive, almost became parents and then had our chance taken away, and gone hungry, a lot. We’ve also spent amazing nights in fancy hotels, driven across the country blaring showtunes and singing along, made our own holiday decorations and splurged to buy each other the presents we always wanted as kids but never got, raised cats we have to this day who are still like our own kids…and I have never wished for any other life. 

It sounds like I’m exaggerating, but I’m truly not, when I say that my life didn’t begin until we met. I can’t imagine where I would be without them. And I would never want to. 

♥♥   I love you, Leander. Happy two years married. ♥♥