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skunkes · 6 months

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You probably get this asked a lot but do you have any particular things you keep in mind when writing in your journal? I started recently and it's been great but I find that Only recapping my day gets to be a bit tedious (esp when I don't go outside much lol) so I was curious what you do to keep motivated with it ! Ur sticker layouts are always so cutes btw I'm very inspired by them ^_^💖

Yeah! I mainly journal for Memory Keeping as i have a weird obsession with wanting to keep track of anything/everything, so i just think of what future cheye would want to know, instead of just recapping day.

Makes me really sad bc in college all i had energy to write was like "ate x went to class went to mailroom went to class 2 had x for dinner 1 am now goodnight" and its like. What about. The whole rest of it!! What did u do who did you talk to when was it that you saw a raccoon irl for the first time!!! Were you stressing over assignments?? Which and why!!! I have 0 tangible, meaningful, memories of what happened now. Just sterile clinical ones. :(

I do track things consistently like my rating for the day, the time i woke up and the time i go to bed, what i ate, if i cried, along wit other personal stats (i like the numbers!). Sometimes I also dont Do anything in a day so i just focus on other things, like taking the opportunity to write about feelings a little bit, so future cheye Knows the state of mind i was in on a given day, or maybe talk about how I bought something and am excited to wear/use it

Not much happened today so I wrote about and included how my dad described the plot of to, and showed me, some scenes of The Untouchables 1987 today because a song always reminds him of that movie...

yesterday I wrote about how my sister and I are planning on trying some pillsbury cocoa rolls on thursday, since we couldn't today, and that I am Excited.

I don't know, its small things that I feel I'd appreciate in the future even if they seem silly or pointless right now...(and also good for keeping track of personal growth, as Im hoping I at one point get to pinpoint where my complaints about Not Wanting to Drive fade away from the entries. Ykwim?)

ITS KIND OF LIKE THAT ONE POST ON HERE...like "if you see this tag one delight from your day no matter how small". You ""force"" yourself to come up with something to pad the entry with, and I think it's small things like that that will be really telling of your time here, in the future ^_^ time capsule of the old you

like. Did you see something insanely funny? Did your best friend say something weird... Did the internet platforms you browse all rally over a war criminal dying... Is it still rainy and chilly like it was yesterday? Are you excited for your birthday even if its many months away... What series did you start rewatching? Did u get scared by a shadow while walking your dog...idk! Anything, everything

#anonymous #skunk mail #long post #and none of these things have to be super detailed either!#like i have a separate journal for Feelings Theses. feelings in my main one are just like ''man i feel #like ass about everything again. cried a lot.''#i thingk its also like. idk i dont like to bother my friends so i don't have anyone to share stuff wit but myself #so i write it in there ..ykwim...like im feeling happy today i saw something cool i really want ice cream!#<- shit i wouldnt say to a friend or stuff id post to my priv account as the thought came to me that nobody wld care abt either

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rabbit-or-rib · 6 days

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Hii! Im here to request a matchup!

My physical appearance: I have dirty blonde hair that reaches to about my shoulders. I’ve never dyed it btw. I have blue eyes with green around my irises (central heterochromia I think it’s called) and a tiny beauty mark under my right eye. Speaking of, I have beauty marks almost everywhere on my body. I’m 5’4 and a bit chubby but sadly only in my tummy area which I’m insecure about :( I have a vertical labret and a septum. I either dress in the ‘Mcbling y2k’ style (just like shirts, skirts and accessories that relate to that genre) or a band t-shirt and some jeans. I don’t ever put my hair up. I do my Make-up a lot, basically whenever I go out for anything lmao.

My personality: idk if this counts as “personality” but I’m straight and my pronouns are she/her😭 I’m a loud person, like if I get excited or stuff like that. I’m a YAPPER🔥 I’ll talk about anything I know a lot about for hours. I’m the “mom” friend, I’ve been told, but also match the chaotic energy (quote my bsf)

My hobbies: I love baking, just cooking in general. I ❤️ MUSIC. I listen to music on the daily. My favorite artists are Mitski, Arctic Monkeys, MSI (I don’t support their actions btw😟) and Weezer. I go on walks a lot, specially around sunset on the edge of these woods outside my house (ironic given the fandom I know lmao) I love animals, my favorite is rabbits and raccoons

And finally for the relationship preferences I’d definitely want something long term :3

Thank you!! 😽

HIIIIII U SOUND SO COOL WHATT !!!!!!!!!

this is totally my bad for not specifying it, but you didn't put what fandom/s you'd want so i tried to fit you in with them all :)) i hope that's okay !!

EverymanHYBRID ;

Evan !! you two are so silly together, and i feel like you two could get down w listening to MSI together. i think of Evan as someone who knows how to cook and enjoys it- so y'all are a lil cook/baker duo :) y'all can talk at each other all you want about WHATEEVVVVERRRRR u want lolz. i think he'd also be a big fan of your style !!

Creepypasta ;

i was a little stuck between Toby and Ben for this one, but i'm leaning more towards Toby. you two can just keep a convo going for god knows how long on those evening walks around the woods, and he'd love to look for rabbits and raccoons to show you !! Toby also totally gravitates towards mom friends- he loves being able to actually tell that you care about him and that you wanna keep him safe. ALSOOO y'all would bond over Weezer and MSI

Marble Hornets ;

Brian !!! he is a great listener and he loves when you're passionate about what you're talking about. he thinks it's cute how much shorter you are than him, especially when you're trying to scold him about being careful while he's out. he's also a sucker for baked goods- you've got him wrapped around your finger if you start making stuff for him. i can also see him liking some of Arctic Monkeys :)

Overwatch ;

you and Cole could balance each other out methinks. he thinks it's cute how excited you get about things, usually in stark contrast to his slower smooth talkin nature lol. he loves that you try and take care of the people close to you, and he has a craaazy sweet tooth if that's the kinda baking you're into. he'd also love to go on late night walks or drives with you when given the chance

#rabbit writings #everymanhybrid matchup #creepypasta matchup #marble hornets matchup #overwatch matchup

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painted-crow · 3 years

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How does someone unburn? At first I thought I was a double Hufflepuff but after looking back at how I acted before I was harshly bullied in high school, I've figured out I'm a badly burned double Gryffindor with a Hufflepuff model and a really unhealthy Ravenclaw model that I use to cope with my ADHD. Do I just need to work on my self-confidence somehow?

I'll give some general advice, then try to take a shot at helping your specific situation. I'm not, like, an expert at this though, so I'm relying on my own and my friends' experiences to inform this.

The things I'm about to describe are really difficult and my description of them is going to sound pat and simplistic. Sorry about that. I'm not trying to minimize the struggle that's involved here, it's just that giving general advice for something this deeply personal is always going to sound kind of trite.

1. Get out of toxic situations and relationships, as much as possible.

Of course this is easier said than done, but it's really really important. If you can't leave the situation or relationship entirely, which would be best, try to work on setting healthy boundaries--as much as is safe for your particular situation. Don't put yourself in danger if you're reliant on someone abusive.

Related: try your best to replace these relationships with ones involving people who aren't shitty. Isolation is generally not good, and you want to avoid slipping back into shitty relationships out of loneliness.

I'm not talking specifically about romantic relationships, btw, just the people you surround yourself with in general.

2. Be patient with yourself.

Give yourself space to be wrong and suck at things. That's called recovery, and the less you can beat yourself up about needing to take time and space to recover, the easier it'll be. Trust that the people who love you don't consider you a burden.

3. Talk things out with someone non-judgmental.

Using your primary as it un-burns can feel really weird. You might feel guilty or uncertain. Sometimes, talking to someone else just to check that the decision you feel is right (but are conflicted about) isn't totally off the deep end can be really helpful. Choose the person wisely, though.

4. Do things that make you feel like yourself.

Don't apologize for taking the "easy" or "lazy" or "impractical" way to solve a problem, especially a low-stakes one. In context of an unburning secondary, that's probably your real secondary you're feeling weird about using.

Maybe take up a hobby that lets you play with your unburning secondary in a low-stakes situation. If you use Lion secondary to experiment in the kitchen, the worst thing that can happen is you ruin a little food and feed the neighborhood raccoon--it's not the end of the world and you can do better next time :)

Now, for your specifics...

If you're out of high school--hooray! You're out of the toxic environment. The thing you need to be careful about is making sure you don't subconsciously seek out similar environments in work or college because they feel familiar.

Also try to challenge the assumption that those around you are just the same as the bullies you left behind--it's very easy to still feel defensive after people were shitholes to you for that long. (I got bullied too.)

If you're not out of high school yet, try to set boundaries for yourself about what deserves your emotional and physical energy. If the only things asking for your attention are destructive, find something that isn't. I picked up writing fantasy novels, which I recommend because you're able to craft your own self-indulgent escapism and it's free and you don't even have to show it to anybody.

If you're in university in the US (and probably a bunch of other places, but I don’t know specifics about them) then you almost certainly have access to free therapy/counseling through your university. Take advantage of that. Don't feel bad about dumping your therapist if you can tell the relationship isn't working, either--I've had a couple of laughably bad therapists, but I've also seen some pretty good ones. And no, your experience isn't "too insignificant" or whatever to see a therapist--if you want to or feel like it could help, you should.

Since you bring up unhealthy model(s), I wonder if I should mention the 4F responses as something to be aware of. We can become over-reliant on one of the four (fight, flight, freeze, fawn) after long-term shitty situations. Unhealthy Hufflepuffs and fawn responders have some overlap. Same with unhealthy Ravenclaw secondaries and flight responders. This may or may not apply to you specifically but it's worth investigating.

Here's a very well-written, accessible explanation of the 4F responses, and here's the detail-rich academic version.

Anyway, back to your Houses. The more you can use your unburning Houses in light, low-stakes situations where failure isn't costly, the better. Play with them as much as you can, basically. Try to not get too upset when they fail; you're relearning them and they'll get better. If you think you're shitty at using them, try to be okay with that and be patient. Try not to dismiss them as not valuable or practical; lots of people use the different Houses to great effect.

Uhhhh so this is just a brain dump of different advice, and I have no idea if any of this is helpful. Anyone else want to weigh in?

#sortinghatchats #unburning #burned gryffindor primary #burned gryffindor secondary #asks #paint speaks #q

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years

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Earth Angel

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Pairing: Sam Alexander x Quill! Reader

Summary: Sam Alexander is an idiot

A/N: Btw this is the Guardians of the Galaxy plot line, but with my own spin. Set after Guardians 2. Sam’s backstory based off the Disney XD cartoon and comics. Also when I say her skin is Snow White I mean actual white, her being alien and all. First oneshot, kinda nervous 👉👈

Sam Alexander is an idiot.

It was just one of the facts of life. Like physics, death, that planets weren’t flat, or that Footloose is one of the greatest movies of all time.

He was annoying, he thought he was better than you because he could fly and stuff, and he stole your dads attention.

You were the daughter of the legendary outlaw, ex-Ravager, half god, Star Lord. Also the product of a one night stand with some alien chick. You never knew your mother, she dumped you with him as a baby. You never felt the need to find her, you had a family that loved you, even if they showed it in weird ways.

Rocket was cool, he taught you mechanics and how to build weapons that could blow up moons. Drax protected you as if you were his own daughter. Groot was nice to chill with when you wanted peace and quiet from your crazy family, he just stuck to his video games. Mantis was weird, but a good cook. Nebula was mean and scary, and she hated kids. She didn’t live on the Milano though, so it was chill. Gamora was a buzzkill, but taught you self defense and strategy. Plus she was dating your dad.

Then Sam Alexander, Nova, showed up one day. They spent more and more time helping him control his powers and find his dad. You felt left out and a little ignored, only increasing your resentment for the Earthling. You understood of course, if you got separated from your family you’d do anything you could to find them, but did he have to also be obnoxious and self absorbed? Of course he did.

You watched as Gamora, Drax and Groot began teaching him target practice, in the middle of the hallway. Because obviously that’s the ideal spot. He wasn’t a terrible shot, but he did miss and nearly shoot your dads head off.

“Woah! Watch where you’re pointing those things!” Quill shrieked as he jumped away from the energy beam.

“Oops.” Sam shrugged stupidly.

“You might want to get out of the way.” Gamora warned.

“Y/N, what’s up kiddo?” Your dad asked as he reached you, affectionately ruffling your hair.

“He’s an awful shot.” You shook your head when Sam idiotically missed and hit the wall again.

“Think you can do better?” He turned and grinned cockily at you.

“I know I can.” You snapped back, glaring at the moronic look on his face.

“They shall compete, whoever wins will shoot the other in victory.” Drax announced.

“Nobody’s shooting anybody.” Your dad sighed. “Remember what happened last time?”

“A competition could motivate Samuel to do better.” Gamora shrugged. “I say it’s worth a shot.”

“What do you say? Up for it?” Your dad asked you both.

“It’s on, White Out.” Sam cracked his knuckles.

“You’re going down, Bucket Boy.” You sneered at him as you stood up, crossing the deck to glare up at him.

Star Lord tossed you one of your elemental guns, and Groot grew more fruits along his arm as targets. You both began shooting, your shots much more clean and precise, while his were messy and just plain luck.

“Ha! I win!” You cheered in victory.

“What? No way! I got way more than you did!” Sam crossed his arms.

“Are you kidding? You got like, 3!”

“Nuh Uh!”

“Drax! Did you see?” You whipped around angrily.

“It is true. Y/N Quill did win the competition.” Drax nodded. “You may now shoot Samuel in victory.”

“Gladly.” You turned back around and shot at his feet, making him yelp and jump away.

“Hey! Stop it!” He complained before running as you shot again.

“Get back here, coward!” You yelled as you chased him around the ship.

“Ow! Can someone stop her?”

Drax and Groot watched as he ran away from you as if he were being pursued by an army, and you charged and shot at his feet to scare him.

“She likes him, you know?” Gamora cleared her throat.

“What? No she doesn’t.” Quill scoffed as they watched. “She clearly hates him.”

“I agree with Gamora. Violence is the highest form of flattery.” Drax asked.

“I don’t think that’s right...”

“I am Groot.”

“Exactly! Thank you, Groot.” Quill laughed.

“You’re so cute.” Gamora chuckled. “You’ll see. I hated you when we first met, remember?”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Who’s killing who?!” Rocket yelled from somewhere below deck. “Can you guys keep the racket down?!”

“Ow! That’s my ankle!” Sam screeched.

“Oops! I do so sincerely apologize!”

“Okay, enough shooting, children! How about lunch?”

•

Sam didn’t know why you hated him so much. What’s not to like? He could flirt, he was handsome, he had a nice smile, and was the Human Rocket! He was cool!

Sure he had to make everything a competition, and sure he purposely aggravated you, and sure he teased you a lot, and sure he said stupid stuff...okay so he could see why you weren’t thrilled with his presence.

He didn’t know why he acted like this with you, he just...did. It definitely wasn’t cause he was a little intimidated by you. By your chocolate brown eyes, your smooth dark hair, your angelic, snow white complexion, your captivating smile or charismatic personality...no! Definitely not that.

When he initially met you he was charmed by your dorkiness and sarcasm. You greeted him happily and asked a bunch of questions. Overtime he noticed you became more distant, and you were competitive and angry at him. For no reason! It definitely wasn’t cause he called you Crest 3D White, that’s for sure.

“I can assist you, you know.”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his thoughts, turning to see Drax had joined him in the lounge, where he was playing an ancient video game from like, the 80s.

“I know you are attracted to Miss Y/N Quill.”

“W-What? No I...I don’t. What do you mean? Not me.” Sam stuttered, shaking his head quickly. “No I uh...I hate her! Yeah, she’s annoying.”

“But so are you. You are both dancers.”

“Huh?” He said stupidly, once again.

“Drax, leave the kid be, would ya?” Rocket said from his other side. Great, another eye witness of Sam’s humiliation.

“Samuel, I will tell you the same thing I told Quill to motivate him to pursue his love for Gamora.” Drax ignored the not-raccoon.

“Oh, here we go.” Rocket groaned. “Don’t listen to this nonsense-“

“There are two types of beings.” Drax continued. “Those that dance, and those that do not. You are a dancer. Miss Quill is a dancer.”

“Okay, so we both dance? So what?” Sam questioned.

“He means go for it!” Rocket rolled his eyes dramatically. “Listen, I’m only saying this cause I’m sick of watching you make goo goo eyes at her.”

“I don’t do that-“

“She likes you, you like her. What’s the holdup?”

“Well, she hates me?”

“Y/N Quill does not hate you, Samuel.” Drax heavily pat his shoulder. “She is much like Gamora. The more she shows dislike, the more she is allured by you.”

“That’s wrong on so many levels.” Rocket scoffed. “But he’s right.”

“Huh?” Sam gawked, once again.

This touching and informing conversation was interrupted when the ships was knocked aside by an explosion. They ran up front, seeing Chitauri battleships.

“They’re here for the helmet!” Gamora yelled to the team.

“Jump point! Jump point!” Quill ran to the controls, Rocket hopping into the co pilot seat.

“Y/N! Take Sam and take the back blasters!” Gamora ordered you.

“Come on, Bucket Head!” You grabbed his arm and dragged him below deck, leading him into the small room.

You and Sam quickly got in the chairs and activated the blasters, beginning to shoot down the Chitauri ships. The Milano shook as it was hit by the Chitauri weapons, the explosions loud and intense.

“Damn, you are a good shot!” Sam yelled over the commotion.

“I know!” You grinned, caught up in the excitement of the battle. “On your right!”

A blast hit the glass, nearly cracking it. You cursed and yelled up to the deck to get you guys out of there.

“Prepare for jump!” Gamora yelled down.

You both held onto your seats, before the ship catapulted through the jump point. You both fell forward onto the glass when the ship abruptly stopped, Sam hitting his nose directly on it.

You groaned as you got up, looking and seeing blood pouring down Sam’s face.

“Oh great, get blood all over the seats.” You teased. “I gotta clean that later.”

“Thanks for the concern.” He scoffed.

“I’m kidding. Come on.” You grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“You guys okay?” Your dad shouted as he ran below deck.

“Bucket Heads bucket didn’t protect his face.” You giggled as you handed Sam a roll of paper towels.

“Oh shut up.” He grumbled as he took off said Bucket and held a paper towel to his nose.

“Okay. Don’t use your helmet for now. We need to come up with a game plan.” Your dad ordered him. “Groot! Stay down here with them!”

“What? Why can’t we have a say in this?” You instantly snapped.

“Y/N, it’s time for the grown ups to talk.” Your dad said sternly as Groot trudged down the stairs, going to his room.

“But dad-!”

“Stay down here, okay? Keep an eye out behind us, Alright?”

“Fine.” You mumbled, plopping down onto the couch.

“Thank you.” Quill sighed before going back up to the deck.

Now it was awkward. Just you and Sam Alexander, the stupid Bucket Head. He avoided eye contact with you, focusing on holding the paper towel to his nose.

You tapped your fingers on the arm of the couch, trying to think of anything to break the tension and awkward silence. You didn’t have a tv down here, and the cassette player was above deck.

“Uh...you hungry?” You asked after awhile.

“Sure.” Sam shrugged.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks, tossing some to Sam as you walk back. You both silently ate, looking at anything but the other person. It was so quiet you could hear the muffled arguing of the Guardians above deck, in the lounge in an attempt to keep their conversation secret.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam said finally, after an excruciating...25 minutes.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Why do you hate me?”

You looked up from your food, your brown eyes locking on his green ones.

“I don’t hate you.” You sighed.

“Then why did you try to kill me the other day?” He chuckled. “And you always...glare at me.”

“I just...” you take a breath. “I don’t hate you. I’m just...you take up a lot of my dads attention.”

He blinks, then realizes what you’re saying.

“You’re jealous?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s not push it.” You say sternly, then soften up again. “But yeah.”

“Uh...why?”

“It’s gonna sound bratty.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You repeat. “As soon as you got here, all the attention was on you. It’s always just been us, no one else. It was hard adjusting, I guess. My dad hasn’t really noticed me much cause he’s been focused on you. I understand, of course.”

“Oh...”

“I told you it’d sound bratty.”

“No! No.” Sam cleared his throat. “Not at all I just...I didn’t realize it. I just thought you didn’t like me.”

“Well, you are pretty annoying.” You giggle. “You think you’re a better shot than me.”

“I am though.” He grinned.

There was another long stretch of silence, but this one wasn’t uncomfortable or tense.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t really had a father figure in awhile. Your dads cool.” He fidgeted with his helmet, which was in his lap.

“He is.” You nod.

You both smile softly at each other, finally understanding the other for the first time since meeting.

“Wanna sneak upstairs and eavesdrop?” You offer.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He gave you a mischievous grin.

•

“Gamora! Drax! Rocket! Mantis! Quick! Somethings wrong with the children!” Quill whispered shouted into the kitchen, where said Guardians were eating.

“What? Did they finally kill the other?” Gamora asked as she joined Quill behind the doorway.

“No! They’re getting along!”

He pointed to where you and Sam were lounging together, laughing and chatting away.

“Well we can’t hear them over this damn music.” Rocket grumbled.

“If we turn it off they’ll get suspicious! You know how teenagers are!”

“Do you think they’ve lost attraction to each other?” Drax asked. “There are no signs of violence.”

“Which is a good thing, man.” Quill insisted. “Look at them! They’re basically in each other’s laps!”

“What do you-“

Gamora was cut off when suddenly you kissed Sam. The Guardians’ jaws all dropped, and Quill went to go go break it up.

“Don’t you dare!” Mantis tugged him back.

“The Creepy Bug Lady is right. You should never interrupt a moment like this, especially between beings their age.” Drax told Quill.

“We cannot give away that we’ve been spying on them.” Gamora nodded.

“They’ll never know, Sam’s too busy sucking face with my daughter!”

•

Of course you knew they were watching you. They weren’t exactly known for being inconspicuous.

Ever since the Chitauri attack you and Sam had gotten along great. You weren’t fighting or shooting each other anymore, and any competition was purely for fun. You were surprised nobody had pointed it out yet, since the Guardians has no shame in calling anybody out, and weren’t exactly known for thinking before they speak.

You saw them out of the corner of your eye while Sam was telling you about new video games on earth that were much bette than the ‘trash’ your dad owned. You just wished the music was quieter so you could hear what they were saying.

“Sam?” You said suddenly.

He stopped mid sentence and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. He assumed you would tell him something personal, since nobody says ‘can I tell you something?’ followed by something unimportant.

“I think I like you.”

“Well, you obviously don’t hate me anymore.” He shrugged. You blinked, thinking he was joking at first. Nobody could be this stupid. Yet of course, he proved you wrong.

“No, Sam.” You laugh. “I like you. Like like you.”

His eyes widen in realization, and his face heats up. He opens his mouth to say something, but he ended up looking like a bonehead.

Come on Sam! Say something! Anything! Anything at all!

“Neat.”

Not that!

“Oh, uh...” your face falls.

“No! That’s not what I meant!” He quickly says, now even more red and flustered. “I uh...I like you too! I just didn’t think you felt the same way, Y’know? You’re like really cool and really pretty. Not that I like you cause of your looks! That’s just a plus! You’re badass! Not that I-“

You cut him off by kissing him, and you could hear your dad shriek over the music. Sam stiffened, eyes wide. When he finally kisses back you realize he’s actually a good kisser. He hooks and arm around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck.

When you pull away you both don’t know what to say, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Come on Sam, think of something.

His eyes turned to the cassette player when a familiar song started playing. His mom used to play it in the car on the way home from school.

Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

“Do you uh...wanna dance?” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore. Love you for ever, and ever more. I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.

You smile at the offer, standing and pulling him up with you. You guide one of his hands to your waist, intertwine your fingers with his other hand.

I fell for you, and I knew. The vision of your love's loveliness. I hope and I pray, that some day. I'll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

You both sway gently with each other, your head resting on his shoulder, this time unaware of the eyes on you.

“Told you she liked him.” Gamora whispered to Quill.

“Yeah yeah.” Quill grumbled, keeping his eyes on the two of you.

“See Rocket? They’re both dancers.” Drax grinned proudly.

You giggled as he dipped you, leaning down and kissing you gently.

Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine. My darling dear, love you for all time. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

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octopuscato · 5 years

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aeondecember replied to your post “I’m going to be blunt but this whole shit with the constructive...”

Holy shit that comment is stupidly hilarious, I think I would have to frame that and put it on my wall

It gets worse. Shall I share it all? I think I shall. Soooo. Commenter:

Huh. I love stories in which Dudley is redeemed, and that part of it is very nice, but to have flying fireflies in England is as bizarre, jarring and destructive of the necessary suspension of disbelief as encountering a herd of wild rhinos in Connecticut, or koalas in Central Park. The nearest thing to a firefly we have is the glowworm, in which only the males fly (and they don't have lights) and only the females glow (and they don't fly, just crawl on the tips of bushes).

Me (Not Up For Being Talked To In This Tone):

Huh. I love learning things and readers poining out ways in which I can improve. But your tone and choice of words is as bizarre, jarring and destructive of the necessary assumption that you're acting in good faith as if you'd chosen to be a jerk in your message on purpose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Commenter:

I'm sorry if it offends you - but I'm so *tired* of people who don't make even the most basic attempt to make stories compatible with the country they're meant to be set in. Admittedly I did once see a British cartoon that had a wild hedgehog in the US - but once, in 60 years, whereas I've lost count of the number of fanwriters who put fireflies or raccoons in the UK. We're being erased, as if we didn't exist - just like when Hollywood produces films about British military victories and pretends they were US ones, and then people believe it was true,. or when they cast a great Scottish hero as a villain because nobody with a British accent can ever be allowed to be the good guy. It's exhausting.

Me (Trying Hard Not To Snap But Also Wanting To Make It Clear That This Is Not Okay):

I understand your frustration about the US. As someone who's not from there, I share it often enough. I suggest you speak to someone who is close to you instead of taking it out on strangers.

Commenter:

Eh, you're the one who didn't do their research in this situation. The thing about them saying they want to get out of England is also quite jarring, unless you mean us to understand that Scotland and Wales have *not* fallen to Voldemort. What it shows is that you don't care if British readers have their suspension of disbelief shattered, because we are not important to you. And that cuts both ways - if our readership is not important to you, there's no reason why your hurt feelings should be important to us. There's a simple solution, btw, which is to assume Voldemort has taken over much of mainland Europe as well, and have them talk about getting out of Europe. There are fireflies in the south of Europe, and a few have been reported as far north as Belgium.

Me (Having Zero Fucks Left):

You know what? You're right, I don't care one bit about you and readers like you. Nothing you think or feel really matters, since this is my story, I wrote it to have fun, and that I did. Thanks for reminding me that I don't have to cater to little entitled fuckwits like you who have absolutely nothing better to do with their time and life energy than to nitpick negligible things and bring negativity to others. If that is what makes you happy in life, I gladly invite you go to through my fics and do the same everywhere. And to every other fic written by ESL who might not always know whether it's "glowworm" or "firefly" or that the glowworms on mainland northern Europe don't exist in the precious little bog you call GB. Have fun, and a cheery fuck you to you :)

Like. OMG YOU’RE ERASING US BRITISH!!! Sorrry, can’t take you seriously when you’re getting so pressed over someone making a small research error about insects in a ~900 word ficlet from eight years ago and then decide to write in detail about your hurt feelings to the author who made it clear in their reply that they don’t care for your way of interacting with condescending to people.

In the end, I’m almost grateful because this further cemented my determination to write for myself and fuck people like this.

#aeondecember #lordhellebore answers #fandom #how not to comment

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