#reid rambles

[riverreids]

Im so happy today. Alva is one of my favorite characters ever and I get to see soo much art of him, ehhe.. ( ´∀`)/~~

May all Alva fans have a very joyous character day. Here is a photo of my chopped Alva nui wearing clogs to commemorate

[lights-on-the-ridge]

I think sometimes people in the fandom forget that Matt kind of sucks (not really but you get my drift).

Hes an incredibly hypocritical, selfish and ignorant person at times and he regularly makes decisions that hurt the people around him. Even though he loves Karen, he basically cheated her. He loves Foggy, so he abandoned him MULTIPLE TIMES during huge court cases in favor of chasing dead ends.

Matt doesn't mean to hurt them of course, but he doesn't actually do anything to fix the problems either. Because when Matthew Murdock is faced with a tough emotion that he struggles facing (guilt, fear, anxiety ect) he resort's to violence. It's who he is.

I think a lot of people see Matt as this sad kicked puppy who had no choice but to do those things, but he did. He made those decisions and it fundamentally changed the lives of the people around him (for better or for worse). I mean for God's sake he sees himself as Job, a martyr and the hand of God.

He does what he think is right (or wants to be right) without considering the consequences. He acts as the judge and jury every night only to play lawyer each morning. HE IS DEEPLY FLAWED

Oh wow I could talk about this all damn day. I love Matt Murdock with everything in my heart, and I especially love how flawed he is.

[reidluver]

Did I go to the grocery store to pick up snacks during my lunch break for the sole purpose of showing off my costume to complete strangers? Yes, yes I did. 😁

I'll include a pic of my crown I made later cuz I'm pretty proud of it.

[fictional-catastrophe]

"It was a privilege being human with you."

How to make me cry in one sentence. Goddamnit Neil Gaiman

[spencersstrawberryjello]

Blankets (Spencer Reid x fem!MC)

Summary: After her first case, Aria struggles to keep a level head on the plane ride home. Spencer and the rest of the team comfort her, helping her realize she’s not alone (and also providing an adorable first meeting with our lovely Dr. Reid).

Content: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Negative self-talk and talk of insecurities (weakness), borderline panic attack

MC’s name and pronouns: Aria (are-ee-ah), she/her

Word Count: 1317

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I stepped onto the jet, my hands already shaking. I just had to keep it together until I got home. When I got home, I could break down. I could not break down in front of the whole team after the first case. 

I sat down in a seat in the very corner of the plane, closest to the window so that I could hopefully stay out of view of everyone as I tried to calm myself down. My breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and I was going into full-blown panic mode. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes to ward away tears, forcing myself to take deep, steady breaths. 

All I knew was that I could not lose it on this plane. 

I could not lose it on this plane.

I could not -

“Aria? Are you ok?” I whipped my head to the side, seeing Garcia standing in the aisle, concern coloring her usually chipper expression. 

“I’m fine,” I tried to make my voice sound normal, but it wavered. She immediately sat down in front of me, grabbing my hands. 

“Are you sure you’re fine?”

I couldn’t help it. 

I broke. 

Hot tears spilled out of my eyes before I could stop them, and I pressed a hand over my mouth to try and keep myself quiet. 

“No - I just - I just need to get home. I just need to get home,” I kept repeating it, moving my hand so I could suck in deep breaths. It wasn’t long before the rest of the team had heard what was happening, gathering around the section of seats we were in in an attempt to help, but really just doing exactly what I feared.

I didn’t want them to see me like this. Broken, after my first actual case.

I expected some kind of ridicule.

Anger.

To be fired.

Instead, I felt Emily slip into the seat next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hey. Hey, you’re ok, just breathe. Deep breaths, ok? In through your nose, out through your mouth.” She started doing breathing exercises, and I tried my best to follow her, even over the erratic thoughts rapidly firing through my mind. 

“I’m sorry - I was trying to wait until we got off the plane, I’m sorry -” I apologized through my tears. Garcia just shook her head adamantly from the seat across from me. 

“No no you cannot apologize for this. This was your first time in the field, you’ve been through a lot today, it’s natural that you’re going to react the way you are.”

“But it’s the first case - I didn’t want to -”

“Aria, stop.”

“I’m not weak,” I didn’t know where it came from, it just slipped out. I don’t even think I’d realized that was why I didn’t want to cry in front of them. But it was out, and there was no taking it back.

“Oh,” Garcia’s expression was a mixture of surprise and sorrow as she pulled me into a hug, holding me even as I just sat there, desperately forcing myself to stop crying, “Nobody thinks that you’re weak. If you stop reacting to this kind of stuff, you lose a part of who you are. You’re not weak - you’re human.”

I sniffled, still trying to quiet my tears as the rest of the team dispersed, Emily and Penelope staying by my side. After a moment, though, a familiar face returned, holding a folded blanket in one hand. 

“Could I talk to her for a minute?” Spencer asked, and the girls nodded, leaving us alone as he took the seat across from mine. He observed me for a moment before seemingly remembering what he was doing, holding out the blanket to me. I shook my head in denial, pressing my hands against my eyes again to fight back whatever remaining tears were trying to sneak their way out. 

“I’m fine. Really, I’ll be fine. I just have to calm down.” I tried to make excuses to him, unable to see his reaction with my hands over my eyes. Despite what Garcia said, I was still under the impression that they were going to punish me for breaking down. I was new, and expendable. It wouldn’t surprise me if we got back to the BAU and Hotch decided I wasn’t cut out for this career, that I should find something else to do with that degree in journalism that has nothing to do with criminal profiling.

My excuses weren’t met with any sort of response, so I didn’t realize Spencer was still there until I felt a light weight on my shoulders. My eyes flew open, reaching over to my shoulder and seeing that he’d draped the soft blanket over me. Even if my mind fought against it, I grabbed the corners, wrapping it tighter around me and drawing a small smile to Spencer’s face as he returned to the seat across from mine. 

“Aria, do you know why we have this blanket on the plane?” He asked suddenly. I didn’t answer verbally, just shook my head in confusion. “Do you know how many times one of us has broken down over a case? Sometimes they want comfort from someone else. And sometimes, everyone could just use a good, soft blanket to cry with.”

I wasn’t even sure if I’d heard him right. “So you mean to tell me that the BAU has… a cry blanket?”

He laughed outright at the name for it, but he nodded. “Mentally, crying is healthy. If you force everything down, you’ve got no way of processing your emotions. And you’re not going to last long in this job if you don’t process your emotions. Actually, scientifically, the amount of mental strain that this kind of job puts on the people working it is - never mind. I’m rambling.” He cut himself off quickly, staring at the ground. I pulled the blanket a bit tighter around me, offering him a small smile as he glanced back up at me.

“Thank you, Dr. Reid.”

He smiled, nodding resolutely. “I’m glad I could help. And please, you’re a part of this team now. At least call me Reid. Or Spencer. Whatever you want; I know everyone calls me Reid, except JJ, she’s the only person that calls me Spence, which is kinda funny because -”

I was smiling now as I watched him talk, hands gesturing wildly and eyes lit up as he went on about some obscure research related to nicknames that I had never even heard of before. His entire body seemed to be engaged when he was talking about something he was interested in; he was incredibly expressive and emphatic, and I had no idea why I found it so adorable. 

I hardly even noticed when he had stopped speaking, looking at me with a strange expression on his face. 

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” He asked. I just shook my head.

“No reason,” I brushed his comment off quickly, a blush creeping up the back of my neck that I was praying he didn’t notice. Luckily for me, he just shrugged.

“Is there anything else you need? Water, tea, coffee?”

“I think I’m good. Thank you again, Dr.… Spencer,” I corrected. He grinned at me, offering me a nod before returning to his seat. I watched him go, a warm feeling in my chest. 

I curled up in the seat, both knees to my chest, resting against the plane window and watching the clouds around us. I had begun to feel a bit better, and despite the fact that I knew my sleep was undoubtedly going to be plagued by nightmares, the blanket around my body served as a comforting reminder.

I was a part of this team.

I glanced over at Spencer, sitting next to Morgan in the group of chairs across from me, and I smiled. 

I was a part of this team, and I was not alone. 

[so-how-about-those-robots]

Is it canon that Gavin is FTM?

No, it isn't.

Is it canon that Gavin has ADHD?

No, it isn't.

Is it canon that Gavin has DID?

No, it isn't.

Will that stop me from projecting onto him and saying he does/is?

No, it won't.

[riverreids]

Now vs 1 year ago

My art improvement through my first idv ocs 🥹

[riverreids]

Things have more or less calmed down now, so I feel the need to ask: why is anyone still boycotting idv?

Genuinely. I mean no malice in asking. Why?

This controversy started over a false rumor on Weibo that people had been fired and replaced with AI. This is now proven false and also impossible to happen (due to it being illegal to do so in China), so what's the issue now? Nothing in-game has been proven to be made with AI. Artists and voice actors came forward to say that costumes and designs aren't AI-generated, and neither is any official artwork. I don't even understand asking for a statement at this point because what would Joker Studios say? They didn't do anything that isnt industry standard. They also never make statements on matters that dont affect people's money or the status of the game, and they have honestly been careful not to use GenAi on anything people pay for.

I don't mind if folks are anti-ai. Personally, my thoughts on the matter are too nuanced and arent relevant to include in this post. I just think that, if you are 100% anti-ai and make no exceptions, you should find a different game to play. Again, I mean this with zero malice. "NetEase" just isn't going to never use AI again, because that is vague and also isnt possible.

I would like to add on that continuing to speak positively on idv gives them money, as investors look at social media buzz to decide if a product is worth investing in. Boycotting requires complete separation, and if you cant do that, just dont bother cuz it doesn't make a difference to their bottom line.