Tag: anon hate

bagginshield sucks but its so easy to ignore in your fic thank god but don’t go getting an ego and thinking you’re the exception to this annoying ship that makes no sense and pretends bilbo would love thorin anyway :p i’m ignoring it because the gigolas is good and no one writes it anymore without shoving my notp in there

behold, a rude shithead!

Anon, if you don’t like a ship, you don’t like a ship. There’s no call to be an asshole to the shippers. 

Blocked, btw. Don’t go getting an ego about it: I block all assholes. :))))))

I’m really sorry if this is a stupid question, but why does the A03 Sansukh have 43 chapters, but the version of it on the other fanfiction site only has 41? I only noticed when I accidentally clicked on the fanfiction link instead of the A03 one when I wanted to re-read the latest chapter, sorry! (Although I did re-read it on A03, and Glorfindel cracked me up just as much as he did the first time).

Hey Nonnie!

the reason is that every time I update Sansukh on FFN, I am sent a couple of anon hate messages from a ‘guest’, who virulently hates Thorin Oakenshield and mentally ill people. As a mentally ill person who loves Thorin Oakenshield, I am uninterested in their abuse and their victim-blaming bullshit. 

Still wavering on deleting that account, tbh. 

Awwww, thank you! Glad you liked Glorfindel! He is SUCH fun to write!

u practically admitted thorin is awful lmao

that’s what you took away from that post??? Are you fucking serious?

Also, it appears you lack the basic text comprehension of a 5th grader. I feel bad for your teachers. Let me break it down for you, in small small words.

You say you find Thorin annoying and awful. Impression. An opinion.

I say I (and many others) find you annoying and awful. Impression. An opinion.

An impression is not reality. An opinion may not necessarily be true. I was drawing a parallel between your perceptions and mine, you complete prawn.

You are doing everything to CONFIRM my impression of you as annoying and awful, as well as ableist, rude, and vile. Go away and stop harassing people.

“Guest Review”

(by determamfidd)

And I’m not the only one who thinks this.

I remember the days after my daughter was born, the months of crying, the grey in everything – the air, the food, the breath i took – the sucking black hole that was my mind and the way it wanted to eat my life up, everything that was good in me and about me, how I became a small corner of myself, how I hated everything and everyone, even her, even me (especially me)

I remember being 14 years old and bulimic, 10 years old and cutting my hair off, 16 years old and drunk, 19 years old, 25, 19, 21 and thinking, everyone thinks you’re useless, worthless, unless you keep succeeding, succeeding, succeeding, you have to do better, it is what YOU ARE FOR, you’re letting everyone down if you don’t, you must be better

I remember thinking: I showed such promise, they must have loved me back then, why didn’t I live up to it, why do I never live up to it, 

I remember hurting myself

I remember thinking I deserved it

I remember thinking, and I’m not the only one who thinks this.

…

So if you though you were doing your part to represent depressed people with him, all you did was make people hate them more.

I’ve just spent three months climbing back out of the black hole. My mind periodically tries to bury me alive every now and then. This was a bad one

I’ve seen you telling me, others, everyone, that we are doing a bad job being ourselves and telling our stories, that we are the ones making people hate us (more)

it amazes me (but not really)

that you claim to give a damn

about people like me

when this foul sludge SHIT, this monstrous, disgusting playground doggerel 

is what you inflict on us, and then tell us it is our fault that you say these things to us

Psst. Wanna know a secret? you see, the reason it doesn’t actually amaze me? Is because I have depression. I have depression. I am a person who lives with depression.

(do my Sick Mind credentials satisfy you? Do I pass your “tests”, will you stop harassing me now?)

Guess how many times someone has told me ‘you’re doing depression wrong’. Guess. I want you to guess. I want you to guess how many times, and then I want you to really, properly think. 

(if you can)

About how little you count to me, about how little you matter. Little, little voice.

Think how many times, how many ways, a person with a real mental illness has heard someone like you using them as a prop in their argument

Think how many times, how many ways, a person with a real mental illness has heard someone like you tell them ‘everything you do isn’t good enough’

Think how many times, how many ways, a person with a real mental illness has heard someone like you telling them that they’re not enough and cannot speak for themself

Think how many times, how many ways, a person with a real mental illness has heard someone like you telling them that they make people hate them, their illness makes people hate them

Little. You’re so so little. Compared to all the other voices, all our lives long. You’re tiny. A speck. 

You’re just another little voice, trying desperately (oh so desperately) to talk over me. telling me I cannot adequately represent myself.

A nasty, cruel, rather boring and unimaginative little voice. And oh, isn’t it so very, very interesting to note how many people perceive you as annoying and awful?

perhaps you and the character you hate so much have something in common. 

Please. Enjoy that thought.

…

Maybe it happens IRL but nobody wants to slog through chapters of it

Tell me about it. 

It’s my life.

And I am allowed to tell it, and people are allowed to enjoy it.

And you 

don’t

get

to

tell

anyone

anyone at all

“no”.

You are not the keeper of me. You are not the arbiter of creativity. You are not the judge and the jury of my words: you do not get to tell me what to write. You do not get to tell me what to be. You do not get to say whether my life and my writing and the way I use writing to cope and express myself is unworthy

I can write out the black hole in my head and I can put it in the mind of a character, and I will love them 

(The way I couldn’t love me)

And it will be enough for me. And that is the point, the whole fucking point. 

and you, little whining voice, little bully, tiny ineffectual harasser of the mentally ill 

“Oh but it’s for your own good! You’re telling your story wrong! You’re not doing it justice! You’re making us hate you!” – yeah, I’ve heard it all before

You

can go kiss Thorin Oakenshield.

I cannot believe the anon hate on Sansukh. I want to break something when I see them harassing you. Your writing is fantastic, and you are amazing. Ignore those orcs, they deserve to rot in Mordor. Just keep being awesome. *hugs*

You’re so kind to think of me, and I’m so glad you like the story!! *heavy sigh* it’s pretty tiring, but eh. 

Yep, it’ll be over and done now that I’ve gotten my irritation out of my system, and I’ll think no more on it. My brain has enough bleh in it without adding that crap! Don’t be angry though, Nonnie. It’s all done now, and I’m not taking it to heart and neither should you.

My mother in law has an amazing saying that I always liked a lot – because she is an amazing lady who raised an amazing person: ‘Dust under my chariot wheels.’

When someone has proven time and again that they have no reservations against hurting and pursuing and hounding and harassing real people over fictional characters, then I think that it’s fairly clear that they do not actually care about anything other than nursing their own bitterness and hatred. They do not give a single damn about other people. They do not care about people with mental illness, like myself, or the reasons behind the things we create for ourselves and others to enjoy. 

And I do not want someone like that in my life. Dust under my chariot wheels. I move on. 

(that expression makes me feel like Selene or some amazing mythical warrior or something, I just like it lots)

Don’t know if this’ll make a difference, but if helps I think you should keep your FF account because the best way to give these jerks ammunition is when they feel like they’re in control. My money’s on them being hapless internet trolls; “experts” who took one psych class in HS and feel like they need the biggest beard in Erebor to feel important. It’s of course your choice, and you should do what makes you comfortable :) Just remember, there’s a lot more of us then them and we’re way more fun~

*hugs* you’re a beautiful, wonderful soul, Nonnie. Thank you so much. 

I will keep the FFN account for now, I suppose, though I dislike it. I may yet turf it, idk. Can you disable anon reviews at the Pit? I should check. 

It’s always vaguely boggling to me that the flagrant hypocrisy of such people doesn’t ever occur to them. I mean, the character they hate so much doesn’t go around pursuing, targeting and hurting real people.

Still can’t believe they think that nobody else fucks up in Sansukh, either. I mean, I dragged out Gimli being an arrogant condescending lil shit for hmm, eight chapters or so? Him deciding on his own for two people, arbitrarily taking away Legolas’ choice? 

(oh yes, and who was the one trying to help Gimli the whole time. Who was the one who has in fact, supported Gimli the whole time whether he even knew it or not)

Bilbo’s the picture of decorum too, oh yes, no hiding or getting angry instead of talking it out, no bluster and secrecy and being needlessly insulting or sharp-tongued here, no siree. 

Dain’s idea to send Gimizh to the mine went so SWIMMINGLY, didn’t it? 

Bomfris hasn’t made a bad decision in her life, ohhhh no. That’s why she’s in such a condition. 

Oh, and Baris’ big exciting idea to build tunnels in the first place: NOTHING WENT WRONG AT ALL LA LA LA her dad didn’t die or anything, pffft. 

Pippin is the physical embodiment of never fucking up. 

And naturally, Balin’s choice to go to Moria, that was ofc top notch decision making. 

Lmao, looking at that, it’s becoming clear to me that everyone makes gigantic yikes-filled mistakes all the way through this fic, how about that. So, the only one equating “person with mental illness fucking up = being a fuck-up” is… hmm, let’s see, who could that ableist person be…

Urgh. Been so snowed-under by work I’ve had barely a second to scratch – and that rubbish greets me at 5am this morning.