just a heads up so you’re aware I’ve sent this blog to both georgia and anna incase they’d like to take legal action against you have a nice day.
Hello there, Anon. I realize that you actually sent this logged in, as I still have Anon turned off at the moment, but for all intents and purposes, this is an Anon, and I appreciate you showing the courage of your convictions by sending your message from a throwaway account.
That being said, I'm amazed at how I've been in multiple fandoms over the years, and as many things change, some things never do. This really is déjà vu all over again, as I got an Anon just earlier this year calling me ugly and accusing me of being jealous of Georgia and AL. The wording of your Ask is different, obviously, but I have a feeling the intent is exactly the same.
I'm assuming, of course, that since you sent Georgia and AL my blog, you also sent the blogs of all the people commenting on my posts over the last few days. And the blogs of the people commenting on @problematicwelshman's posts. Oh, and the names/screenshots of all the commenters on the Daily Mail article, in the interest of thoroughness. Or maybe (and I'm just spitballing here) all of that starts to seem like a pretty big waste of time when you really think about it. Maybe Georgia, for instance, has bigger things to worry about than what I'm writing on my silly blog, things like transphobic lunatics like Graham Linehan and Posie Parker making actual libelous statements accusing David of being a groomer and an abuser. Maybe she's emotionally drained from fighting those battles, fighting on David's behalf and her children's behalf, and does not have the time nor is about to thank you for telling her about my blog. Again, spitballing.
I have to say, though, pseudo-Anon, that I am disappointed. As I've said many times before, I am more than open to hearing from people who disagree with me and sharing those opinions on my blog. This could have been a moment for a real discussion, for you to message me saying, "I don't agree with your perspective on Georgia and Anna, and here's why" and I would have read your thoughts with as much care as I do every Ask that comes into my inbox.
But it seems clear that you find fear to be a strong motivator, hence your decision to threaten me. I think you may have made a miscalculation, however, in assuming I am equally as motivated by it. I recognize what you are doing here for what it is: Intimidation, in an attempt to shut me up. You are free to dislike my thoughts and opinions all you like, and I will never tell you or anyone else that they have to agree with me. But it would also help you to understand that even if you did manage to bully me off of this site, there will always be people posting and saying things that you do not like.
As I've said to others who have sent me similarly hateful Anons, I'm genuinely perplexed as to why you would go to these lengths when you could simply block me and keep scrolling. It's much easier, and there is a lot less likelihood of you being disappointed when things don't work out the way you hoped. And in the end, cultivating your own online experience and learning how to cope with opinions other than yours will go a lot farther than "tattling" on fans that you dislike (such as I've seen fans doing with the Asks they send to Neil).
I normally end these responses by thanking folks for writing in, and while I'm not particularly inclined to do that here, I do appreciate the humor of you ending a threatening Ask with "have a nice day" (as it gave me Grandmama Addams vibes from The Addams Family). So I will sign off with the same:
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Idea for Striker’s backstory
(This contradicts canon. That’s what we do around here.)
Striker’s father, Graves, was your classic salt of the earth working class man, at least on the surface. You see, he fell into the employ of a high ranking demonic royal (let’s say… Baphomet). Running errands, taking out targets, partaking in shady deals. It was dangerous work, work that had to be kept quiet, but it kept his family feed.
One day, he was on his way home after a two week mission, and stopped to have a drink along his way. That’s when Baphomet showed up confronted him. His boss tells him he has some bad news. He prefaces by reminding him just how generous he’s been to him and his family, before explaining that his wife, Hunter, saw some shit she wasn’t supposed to. She saw too much, knew too much, she got in the way…
Graves stands, seeing red. He demands to know what happened to her. Baphomet puts a hand on his chest and tells him not to lose his head. He admits that Hunter is dead, and that he was honerable enough to do the deed himself.
All Hell broke loose, and Baphomet left so Graves could have his, “tantrum,” in peace. Graves raced home. It was eerily quiet. He called for Striker, but there was no response.
Graves stormed into his bedroom and pulled an already half askew case from under his bed. You see, when his father died, he left him his prized possession. A duel set of angelic guns. Weapons capable of killing demon royalty. Graves had tried to keep them hidden, but when he opened the case, his heart sunk. One of the two guns was missing.
He set off for Baphemet’s mansion. He slipped through the backwoods to the rear gate. Following tracks too small for the old goat to make. He slithered up to the balcony and threw the ajar glass doors. Inside, he saw Baphomet lying on the floor. His candle had been snuffed and a puddle of dark blue blood pooled around him. Standing over him, was young Striker, only 15.
Graves and Striker both heard guards rushing their way. Graves yanks Striker by the tail and pushes him towards the balcony door. He tells him to run home, but Striker is refusing to, “just run away.” The guards are getting closer, so Graves shoves Striker off the Balcony. Striker lands in the garden with a broken shoulder. He hears more guards coming, and gunfire coming from inside. In fear, he darts over the gate and through the woods, the entire time thinking to himself, “coward, coward coward…”
After shoving Striker over the balcony, Graves runs into the hall, firing at the oncoming guards. A fire fight ensues, but Graves is out numbered, and he’s only able to take down a few of them before he’s overpowered.
Graves was hung in front of crowds of imps for the crime of killing a royal. A crime he did not commit.
That was the night the ring of wrath froze over. The night young Striker lost everything.
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I've been paying so much attention to David that I saw Georgia and thought "mhmm yeah that's gold, really pretty" but then I realized that my eyes keep flicking over to David on their own, so I cropped him to make it easier to see how absolutely stunning she is.
And I know she didn't have outfit changes and was wearing the same thing since 10am, but she's really out here trying to kill me just as much as David.
The sleeves, Georgia!! The pleats! The twisty thing in the middle and the draping and the GEORGIA HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE WITH THIS (aside from confirming that I don't have enough of that gold fabric from like three years ago left in my stash to start draping it)
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