Richard Armitage has a right to do/say what he wants. so does every fan in this fandom, whether they are in agreement with his preferences or not.



When fans chastise other fans by saying “if you don’t like what Richard tweets, then don’t read it“, they should also turn that right back around to themselves: don’t like opposition to Richard? then don’t read complaints about him.

"when you point one finger, there are 3 fingers pointing back at you"

“when you point one finger, there are 3 fingers pointing back at you”


He’s a grown man and can take of himself. no shit, really?! I thought he was an 8 year old orphan with no one to look out for his well being. don’t I feel silly?

'can you walk me home, Ms.Hale? I can't cross the street by myself'

‘would you walk me home, Ms.Hale? I can’t cross the street by myself’


Unwritten fandom rule: don’t speculate about Richard’s actions…unless you agree with them. if you sympathize with him, then feel free to offer up countless explanations about what may be going on in his life that could be influencing his mood. but if you don’t like what he’s doing, then you should just keep your mouth shut, because speculation is intrusive!

sexual fantasies involving his person? Allowed. analysis of his words? Prohibited!

sexual fantasies involving his person? Allowed. analysis of his words? Prohibited!


We did not elect anyone fandom president or sheriff, and do not have a set of official rules. because we are grown adults and can take care of ourselves.



So in summary: I am allowed to not like the way Richard handles his Twitter account. just as you are allowed to love it and not want to change a thing. let us respect each other.





I’d like to give a shout-out to fellow bloggers, Servetus and Perry, to show them some support. they keep us up to date on Richard’s career, doing countless hours of legwork, so that we don’t have to. and they give us a venue to voice our opinions, which is hard to come by in this fandom. all that goes into writing a blog post is time consuming. putting yourself out there when sharing an unpopular view, takes courage.



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Free Form

I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. ~Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice


Hi! *waves* long time no see. it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged but I’m still wandering around the fandom. 



A few days ago I saw a retweet of a new fanvid by Girl of Gisborne. I clicked on it because it was described as a “crack” video, and I was curious to see if it could make me laugh. it did, I loved it! it felt so good to laugh at something fandom related again.


Even though I had recently unfollowed Richard on Twitter


“I say who, I say when, I say…who.”

I found myself still following the drama surrounding his newfound voice, and I saw him say:


did Richard just….stand his ground?!




he soon removed the tweet but that didn’t matter to me this time because that phrase, “feel free not to follow”, got stuck on a loop inside my head. like it was supposed to mean something to me, something important. hmm.


After months of RA related silence on Twitter, I made a tweet about him (give me a new photoshoot, Richard, and I will tweet your pretty face more often. just sayin’.)

more of this, please!

more of this, please!

when someone replied that it was good to see I still liked Richard. it brought to my mind his words describing love. Richard makes me feel all of those things sometimes, with his words and his actions. and that’s okay.



My 3 year blogging anniversary was in May. on that day I found myself reflecting back on some of the things I had learned throughout my RA fangirling/blogging experience. I didn’t make a post that day but I did save the list I had made


  1. I’ve learned that it’s easy to get caught up in the happenings that surround you
  2. I’ve learned that it feels better to forgive, than to hold onto a grudge
  3. I’ve learned that considering other points of view broadens your horizons
  4. I’ve learned that there is a freedom in not having to prove that you are right
  5. I’ve learned the appeal of being the class clown
  6. I’ve learned that my fan experience is *my* responsibility
  7. I’ve learned that Richard and I are not interchangeable
  8. I’ve learned that I like leather jackets
  9. I’ve learned that I greatly admire subtle acts of rebellion
  10. I’ve learned that I like a well trimmed beard
  11. I’ve learned that following your heart may cost you friends
  12. I’ve learned that I always have a choice

I added that last line just yesterday, because I finally realized why Richard’s tweet was on repeat inside my head. Feel Free. free to do my thing and free for Richard to do his.


…and the record stopped skipping.




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Laces Optional

When I first saw the behind-the-scenes pics/video of Richard filming Berlin Station wearing Converse brand All Star sneakers without laces, I was intrigued.



how did they stay on without slipping if there were no laces? I’ve worn various pairs of similar shoes throughout the years and when I leave them untied, they flop around all over the place! over the next few days whenever I saw these pics of Richard in the shoes, I would ponder. then I saw a candid of Christian Bale in Converse brand All Star sneakers without laces



…what? this was too much of a coincidence. off to Google! and what I found is that Converse now makes “Chuck Taylor All Star Slips”


The Converse Chuck Taylor All Star Slip offers our iconic Oxford silhouette, but renders laces optional with an effortless, slip on design. Easy on, easy off. The washed canvas gives it a well-worn, lived in look. The classic All Star heel patch, vulcanized rubber sole, brushed metal eyelets, reinforced rubber toe cap, padded footbed and cultural authenticity remain intact.



and now it all makes sense!

Just another day in the life of a fangirl.



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Subconsciously Speaking

While cleaning out my drafts folder the other day, I found a few dreams about Richard that I had written down but never shared. and since all dreams of Richard should be shared, I give you 3 dreams of Richard Armitage:


dream no. 1

Richard was my neighbor for the summer.

you kids get off my lawn!

you kids get off my lawn!


he lived in a duplex down the street, while he was in the area filming. it was a residential community and practically the whole block was milling about at a fellow neighbor’s yard sale that day. I started walking back home with some others, Richard trailing not far behind. my grandmother lived across the street, and she was outside struggling with something that she was putting out on the curb for pick-up day. Richard stopped to help her and she kept commenting on how young and fit he was, squeezing his biceps in the process. then he bent over and well,

my, what a firm tushie you have, young man!



I was laughing so hard I almost fell down in the street! Richard heard me cackling, which caused him to start laughing as well. he finished up with Grandma, while I tried to compose myself, and then the two of us continued to walk along together. we were talking intently about the novel he was currently filming an adaptation of, as we arrived at his door. he touched my bare shoulder in response to something I had said and then left his hand there, kind of moving it around in a soothing flirty way.




as he pulled away to unlock his door, the college student next door who was visiting on an exchange program, appeared and fought for my attention. I had no idea what she was saying but it seemed like she wanted to show me something. I looked at Richard with pleading eyes (he knew how enthusiastic this girl could be) but he just smiled and said to come over when she was finished with me. then we kind of just goofily smiled at each other, before the girl was able to pull me forcefully from the spot and through her door.



the rest of the dream was me trying to get back to Richard while the girl kept dragging me to and fro around her house, showing me things and forcing me to engage in polite conversation with her roommates. Richard freaking Armitage is waiting for me next door, I do not care about your shower curtain!



dream no. 2

I was a teacher and taking my students on our first field trip to a local wildlife refuge area. Christian Bale and his family lived on the property.


one of the students got lost, but the more we pieced things together it seemed like she might have actually been taken by someone. great, my first outing and one of my students gets kidnapped!

so inconvenient!

so inconvenient.


I went to Christian’s house to ask for his help, thinking he would know some of the out-of-the-way places that we hadn’t checked yet. he was very helpful and ended up finding the missing little girl. after the whole ordeal was over and I was leaving his house (all the kids had been picked up by their parents at this point) I encountered Richard, digging a trench in the backyard.

Mr. DIY, at your service!

Mr. DIY, at your service!


he was installing drain pipe, as a favor to Christian. I didn’t even know that he knew Christian. Richard and I were really good friends, but had been avoiding each other since the day I boldly declared my love for him and tried to kiss him. what followed was some awesome dialogue, that probably wasn’t so very awesome but dream me thinks it was and real me can’t remember much of it, so we’ll just pretend that it was Oscar worthy.



I do remember that Richard asked me to further explain my feelings for him. things got really sappy as I proceeded to tell him everything I admired about him (kind of like I do on this blog…) then I asked him how he felt about me in return, to which he answered with a heartfelt When Harry Met Sally type of speech, “I love that you’re the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night” etc.



then why the hell have we been avoiding each other?! I went off on a little rant then, which was abruptly stopped by Richard kissing me. we pulled back and looked at each other, surprised, then I attacked him! with tongue and teeth and everything else, until I knocked him flat on his back in the dirt.

what can I say? I'm passionate when it comes to Richard!

what can I say? I’m passionate about Richard.


dream no. 3 

the dream opens with me running into a guy named Trevor, in the town square. we got to talking about a dinner party that my landlady was set to host that evening and Trevor was chiding me to just get over myself and attend, for once. I had a push-pull kind of relationship with my landlady. sometimes we got along well, while other times I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with her. I had never attended the dinner parties that she routinely hosted for her society friends because I thought they were snooty and boring, so I lied and said I had other plans.

sorry, I can't tonight. I have to objectify male celebrities online

sorry, I can’t tonight. I have to objectify male celebrities online


I told Trevor I knew I was acting like a putz and I should probably just swallow my pride and get with the program. I was very lonely, living in a new town far from home, but wanted to appear like I had it all together and that nothing affected me. it had gone on long enough though, and I was ready to bite the bullet and attend. this pleased Trevor, not only because I would finally be attending one of the parties but also because there was someone he wanted to try and set me up with but didn’t have a place for us to meet in a no-pressure setting. Trevor was a hopeless romantic and it seemed to really bother him that I wasn’t dating. it’s not that I didn’t want to date, I was just kind of bad at it.



when I got back to the house, I decided to peek into the back windows by the kitchen to see if I could spot LL(landlady). I still needed to psych myself up for attending the party, get in the right headspace, but if I ran into LL then she’d want me to help prepare for the party and I wouldn’t have any time to myself beforehand. I was on the back deck and if I tried to turn around now and enter the house a different way, she would see me. so I decided to quit being a basket case and just go in. painful small talk ensued wherein I complimented her outfit, which was dressier than usual. she said Trevor was inviting someone to the party that he hoped he could fix her up with. well, that was odd, didn’t he tell me that I was the one he hoped this man would hit it off with? LL was only a few years older than me, but we would not attract the same type of men. I was standing there in jeans, a white t-shirt and black leather jacket, after all.

Ricky approves.

Ricky approves!


the party had begun and a few of the guests were there already. I was feeling very out of place and was wondering when Trevor would show up. the guests were nice enough, but so not my crowd. the doorbell rang and since LL was in the middle of telling a story, I went to answer it for her. on the other side of the door was Richard, and we had a “moment” as I opened the door and invited him inside. 

you had me at "Hello"

you had me at “Hello”


who was this handsome man and how the heck did he know my pretentious landlady?! when I introduced myself he laughed and said he was confused because I was not how Trevor described the host of the party. oh, okay, this was Trevor’s friend. so he was going to chum up to LL then? odd choice of Trevor, and a bummer for me because I really found him attractive. he seemed more my kind of people, maybe Trevor was trying to get her out of her comfort zone? 


we moved into the party and I introduced him to everyone. while he was talking to LL, I slipped into the kitchen to put his food offering with the others. I was alone, when Trevor patted my shoulder to get my attention. he asked me what I thought of Richard and why I had left him out there looking all forlorn. what? I said I liked Richard fine, better than fine, but he was here for LL. that sent Trevor into a laughing fit which ended with him chastising me, asking what kind of matchmaker I thought he was. I was very confused now! Trevor explained that he had invited a different man for LL but he had to cancel. when Trevor found out I was actually coming tonight, he invited Richard. I peeked out into the sitting room and saw LL flirting with Richard, hand on his thigh, and he trying to remain polite and interested in what she was saying. Richard saw Trevor and I peeking and raised his eyebrows, I held up my finger for “one minute” and ducked back behind the wall with Trevor. I slapped Trevor and said LL thinks Richard is here for her! he said he’d straighten it out, in the meantime I should go rescue Richard.

don't make any sudden movements...

don’t make any sudden movements!


the rest of the party had Richard and I sticking to each other like glue, whether it be beside each other sitting on the sofa or standing around the kitchen island, we were chatting up a storm. Trevor had straightened out LL in regards to the matchmaking mix-up but she was not to be deterred, she was attracted to Richard and was miffed that he seemed to be smitten with me. so while were were trying to stay engaged in the general conversation with her other guests, she started taunting me and trying to make me look bad in front of everyone. teasing me about some of the social faux pas I had made when I first moved in and casually mentioning conversations we had where I didn’t know who the state senator was or how to pronounce local street names, etc. the climax was when she mentioned that I didn’t have a career but had decided to wander like a vagrant instead. ouch. I tried to politely excuse myself and retreated to the kitchen, then outside on the deck before I cried in front of everyone.

it's Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch

it’s pronounced Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch


I was sitting on the floor of the deck, in my bare feet. Richard sat down beside me and gently put his hand on my shoulder, rubbing and squeezing a bit to try and comfort me. I raised my head and looked at him. I finally found someone who I could feel comfortable with and she tried to sabotage it! he seemed to read my thoughts as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear saying, “two strangers in a strange land, that’s you and me. I’m so glad I met you tonight”



this started up a conversation about his time there, me guessing where he grew up from his accent, and what I was doing here (LL wasn’t far off the mark with her wandering statement) others started trickling out onto the deck, so we got up off the ground and moved to some chairs. the other guests were being a lot nicer to me then they were before, smiling softly when they saw how attentive Richard was being to me, as we shared a bowl of his homemade pudding. 

no caption needed


after most of the guests had left and a few were still lingering, LL finally came out, strode over to me, and asked for my house key. she was kicking me out? everyone was stunned. Trevor’s eyes were wider than anyone’s! I incredulously asked what was going on and she said I had over stayed my welcome. oh,no. I have nowhere to go, not enough money to stay on my own! Trevor said I could stay on his couch until I figured something out (he lived with his partner in a studio flat, not ideal) I numbly nodded my head. Richard had been very quiet throughout the confrontation and I was afraid to look at him, feeling embarrassed and lost all over again. when I did look though, he was seething! gone was the polite gentleman and in his place was my fierce protector.

oh, the bitchface! shit just got real.

oh, the bitchface! shit just got real.


he ushered me away, telling Trevor that I was going to stay in his spare room. as he continued to rant to Trevor about LL’s behavior, I was just standing there in my bare feet, starting to shake from shock. Richard picked my shoes up off the ground and handed them to me as he placed his suit jacket around my shoulders. when we had walked around the front of the house, Richard stopped and asked if I was going to put my shoes on to cross the road to his car. I blinked away the shock and gently teased that he had to follow the knight in shining armor routine clear to the end, and carry me to his steed. he laughed and blushed a little, then swept me up into his arms. I gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek and internally swooned my hero.


The End.



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Hot for Teacher


Meet Cute: Gary Fuller


1.) What was your first impression of me?

that you may actually be Clark Kent. I’m still not 100% sure that you’re not.

I see you've checked your humor at the door...again.

I see you’ve checked your humor at the door. again.


2.) What is your idea of a truly romantic evening with me?

you’re adamant that we have a date night every weekend. no matter what we do, whether it’s going to a movie, having a picnic, or ice skating, you always wear a jacket and tie. I tease you about it but you say it’s your way of showing me how important making time for us is to you. and that you really like giving me your jacket when I get cold.

a gentleman is always prepared.

a gentleman is always prepared.


3.) Something that you’d like to change in me but don’t have the nerve to tell me

when you chew gum, you sound like a cow chewing it’s cud. 




4.) Which 3 parts of my body are your favorites, and why?

choose? I can’t. I won’t. and you can’t make me!

Detention with Mr. Fuller is my favorite.

Detention with Mr. Fuller: yes, please!


5.) 3 qualities that attracted you when we first met, or once you got to know me

kind, affectionate, never give up on those you love


6.) What is our favorite movie to watch together, and our favorite song?

movie: Fast Times at Ridgemont High, song: Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston


7.) Fruit or vegetable I resemble, and why

Potato, because Trey & Donnie say you have eyes in the back of your head

don't think I can't see you. now behave!

don’t think I can’t see you. I can. so behave!


8.) Our first date, where did it take place and what did we do?

 you had to chaperon Senior Prom and took me as your date. I told Donnie that you drank too much of the spiked punch, to explain away your dance moves. you didn’t actually drink the punch.

sweet baby Jesus

sweet baby Jesus.


9.) If we hadn’t met, where would you be right now?

late for everything. 

taking into account normal traffic patterns and current weather conditions, you only have 5 minutes left to eat or you'll be late.

taking into account normal traffic patterns and current weather conditions, you only have 5 minutes left to eat before you’re late.


10.) What was on your mind the last time we were intimate?

my obsession with you in wet clothes is going to get us into trouble one of these days

Trey! turn that off and get back inside! now!

Trey! turn that off and get back inside! now!


11.) What was the first thing we said to one another?

I accidentally rear ended your car on your way to school one morning. when I saw you get out of the car, I became a bit tongue-tied

*cue Heavenly choirs singing*

*cue Heavenly choirs singing*


you weren’t much better off than me, flustered because the accident had made you late for work. that’s what I gathered, anyway, from the few words I could make sense of out of your rambling. you also told me your name was Gary Morris. I must have given you whiplash, for you to have forgotten your own name! thankfully Trey was with you and took charge of things, even convincing the tow truck driver to drop us all off at the High School. the ride over was awkward, with me not being able to speak and you smiling at me like a goon.


it all worked out in the end because next thing I knew, we were having coffee together in the teacher’s lounge, chatting together like old friends. I don’t even drink coffee. or work at the High School.

Trey filmed the whole thing, of course.

Trey filmed the whole thing.


12.) What do you like the best about me?

your Wise Guy impersonation. it’s cute that you think it’s good.

badda bing, badda boom, fuggedaboutit!

badda bing, badda boom, fuggedaboutit!



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