Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that.
Word Count: 882
A/N: Another one, Tesla? Yep. I’d apologize but nahhh. This is based off of “Made of Honor.” Hope you all enjoy!
The words were becoming blurry on
the screen and you knew you had probably written an entire page of
incoherencies by now. Rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands, you
took a deep breath and exhaled through your mouth, lips flapping at the force
of the air leaving. Scratching behind your ear in frustration, you knew you had
to go to bed and finish your paper the following morning. You were hopeless.
Sleep was necessary, no matter how ahead you wanted to get on homework.
The party outside was still in full
swing, but you were used to that by now. Your dorm was known to have the best
parties in the campus and tonight was a Thursday. Tonight’s party was a prelude
to tomorrow’s they said, but that didn’t make it any less rowdy than any other rave.
These are the 6 habits that I try to practice in order to be my most productive self.
✔️1. Healthy Habit Tracker
The best way to be healthy, both mentally and physically, is to track your habits. This will help you to monitor when you complete the daily tasks you have set out to do. For example how much water you have drunk, if you got enough sleep and whether you have done exercise. This can also be extended to things like reading or doing certain daily school tasks which are pretty routine.
✔️2. Write It ALL Down
It helps to have everything written down that you need to do, and how much you need to get done in a day. Being able to see all of your to-do’s in one place each day will help you keep tabs on what you still have to do and the time frame in which you should be doing it.
✔️3. Plan Ahead
Make sure you aren’t leaving things for the last minute. In my opinion, if you want to be the most efficient version of yourself, you need to plan in advance. Set aside time each day to plan the next few days or week ahead. Try as much as you can to diarise certain tasks and then plan how you are going to stick to them. By having deadlines you will motivate yourself to stick to them, and can get so much more done in a day than if you play it by ear. Trust me. [tip: reward yourself for particularly difficult tasks — like getting some new washi tapes]
✔️4. Keep Your Journal on You
Always remember to keep your journal in the same place. I always leave mine on my desk next to my bag, so if I’m in a hurry I can never forget it. This may sound silly but making a habit of always having your journal on you is important as you never know when you will need to add something to your list, or to reference your journal. theres no point having an organised planner but you never have it on you to reference, which means you may forget half of whats in it.
✔️5. One Hour of Admin
No one likes to do admin. But its a necessity and putting it off will only make it worse. Set aside one hour of your day, without any distractions, to get all your admin done. Be it making calls and getting small things at home sorted that have been nagging you, or filing notes, and even getting things in your room in order. This would be the time to get your life in order, without doing anything that really ticks off big items.
✔️6. Treat Yo Self.
Im a solid believer in treating yourself. Long afternoon naps and strong cups of coffee, my two favourites. While treating yourself may not increase your productivity directly, and if taken too far could counter it, but by taking some tim to look after yourself you will feel less stressed and will be able to function at a higher level. I know that when I get too stressed I become forgetful and worry more about not getting things done than actually spending time on getting those things done, which is just plain counterproductive. So I invest a couple minutes a day to treat myself. It can even be a nice facial and doing my eyebrows, to having coffee with a friend at my favourite cafe. By looking after your own mental health you will be doing so much more for yourself than just having a few minutes a day of treating yourself, you will foster a healthier and happier mindset that can help you excel.
In hindsight, I probably should have expected a trap
right away, from the moment I heard the voice.
High and light and familiar, and shrill with fear. Agatha.
running towards the Wavering Wood before I can take too much time to think
about when I’ve last seen Agatha. If I’d
been thinking, I would have remembered seeing her at lunch and in classes, and
that she’d only gone back to her room after lunch to grab a book or something,
not into the Wood. But here I am,
following her voice, summoning the Sword of Mages as I run. Because what if?
where are you?”
always thought that monster attacks only happened deep in the Wood, if you
stumbled into a lair or something, not that they would seek people out, and not
this close to the edge of the Wood.
apparently I’m wrong.
before I’m even four trees into the shadows, something explodes against the
back of my head and I drop like a stone.
I come to I’m face-down in the dirt and something with deft fingers is securing
the knots in the ropes around my wrists.
I start to thrash and find my ankles bound as well, and I receive
another smack in the head, which almost has me losing consciousness again. I wait for the stars to pass from my vision
and go still, even though every part of me wants to kick, fight, escape. Instead I listen.
has its foot on my back (at least I think it’s a foot) is human-shaped, but
that is not to say that it is human. It
has long, spindly fingers that seem to shake as they tie. It breathes loudly and quickly, like it’s in
a hurry. I hear a twig crack to my left,
a little way off. Something else is
you have it, then.”
voice is cool and familiar, and my heart sinks like a stone.
you said,” comes another voice, this time from the creature on my back. It’s gravelly and high like nails on glass.
said you required no payment,” the higher voice hisses like it’s smiling.
stand by the statement.”
you’re either lying, or you’re a fool.”
fool to come here.”
a dull thud, and then the crunch of the leaves as the body hits the forest
floor. I want to turn my head and look,
but I can’t reveal that I’m conscious.
harsh, loud breathing continues, this time scuttling around to my left, no
doubt tying another set of wrists and ankles.
crawls across my hands, maybe a spider, and I shake it off without thinking.
actually feel it when the creature catches me moving.
it sings in Agatha’s voice before its foot connects with my head and everything
I don’t open my eyes right away when I wake up, my
head aches too much. Like there’s a
needle from one temple through to the other.
feel something shift against my back there’s the stink of sweat and long-dead
meat. The air is cold and damp and for a
minute I think I’m in the catacombs.
open my eyes slowly and to my relief there’s no blinding light to aggravate my
headache. I’m staring at my navel, and
I’m in a sitting position, my back against something warm and solid. Rope stings my wrists and when I lift my head
I see it wrapped around my torso and ankles as well. The ground around me is cold stone and
scattered with bones and tiny, sharp rocks.
Moisture trickles down the stone walls, patchy with moss and spider
cave. It’s brought me to its cave.
not just me.
shifts against my back again and I have to roll my eyes, even though it
burns. It tied us together. Figures.
up, are we?” comes the goblin’s rasping voice from behind me. I don’t turn my head to look at it, I already
know what it looks like. Short, pale,
gaunt and wide-eyed, with graying brown hair in a mess on the top of its
head. An old-looking suit that’s covered
in mud and bits of dried-on… well, let’s just say that goblins aren’t elegant
us go,” Snow growls at it, and I can picture his defiant glare. It’s been directed at me more than once. It’s actually kind of cute, if I weren’t so
often on the receiving end, I’d turn to mush inside. As it is, I can’t help but smile a
little. Stupid, brave Snow. No wonder he’s the Mage’s Heir.
in the name of magic would I do that?” the goblin laughs. “Look at me.
Look at you. You’re not just any
old snack, are you? You’re the Mage’s Heir.”
is exactly why you should let us go before you get hurt.”
not going to kill me.”
so? Why not?”
I’m not going to kill you.”
almost feel Snow balk in confusion.
yet, anyway. I’ll say it again: you’re
the Mage’s Heir,” the goblin goes on, “and do you know what happens to the
lucky goblin who kills the Mage’s Heir?”
doesn’t say it out loud, but he knows. I
why wait until now to attack?” Snow questions.
your little school has some pretty strong magical defenses. I couldn’t get close enough until someone let
me through. You can thank your little
friend for that.”
grit my teeth and don’t say anything.
not just kill us now, then?” Snow spits.
“You’ve got us where you want us.”
but who would that convince?” the goblin chuckles. “Anyone could claim to have killed you, and
believe me, many have tried. No, a
simple claim won’t do. You’re coming
with me to the goblin court, where I will kill you, and your meddling friend,
in front of many witnesses, and no one will be able to deny that I have killed
the Mage’s Heir.”
you’ll become the Goblin King,” Snow finishes.
is my right.”
won’t get away with it.” I roll my eyes
again at the cliché.
me the theatrics,” the goblin groans and I hear the flick of a switchblade. Snow cries out in pain and jerks back, his
head hitting mine and my eyes explode again.
A scent fills the air, familiar and terrifying. Blood.
a good thing he can’t see me because my fangs pop instantly at the smell.
yells again and I don’t know what the goblin is doing to him but it’s making my
gives a gasp of pain and the smell of his blood grows stronger.
said, stop.” This time I shout.
The goblin stops, leaving me to pant away the sting of
its knife in my shin. My head is
pounding from the many blows in the past half-hour (maybe more, I don’t know
how long I was out after the kick) and blood trickles down my cheek to my neck.
don’t know if Baz is trembling against my back, or if it’s me doing the
goblin pockets the switchblade and turns its attentions on Baz, kneeling beside
him and speaking close to his ear.
wrong?” it sneers. “Don’t like the
smell?” It drags a grimy finger across
the cut on my cheek and waves my blood in Baz’s face. I feel him go tense and still, like he’s
holding his breath.
surprised at you, boy,” the goblin continues, “weren’t you the one who set all
this up? And now you don’t want me to
leave him alone,” Baz seethes.
up your mind,” the goblin tells him. “Or
would you rather I paid you more attention?”
There’s a crackle and I turn my head to see the tiny fireball the goblin
has conjured in its hand.
feeling more and more sure that Baz is a vampire by the minute, because even
though he’s obviously trying not to react, he shrinks back from the flame
automatically. If so much as a spark
hits his skin…
away from him,” I spit at the creature, “it’s me you want.”
always has to be about you,” Baz pipes up, sarcastic to the last.
goblin stares at me for a long second before extinguishing the fireball in its
fist and standing up again.
boys will want to get some rest,” it says, “we’ll be leaving at sundown.”
Goblins are nocturnal creatures, and this one has been
up pretty late in the day, so it doesn’t take long for the wretched thing to
fall asleep. Somehow it doesn’t look as
peaceful in its sleep as Snow always does.
Baz?” Snow whispers to me.
the fuck are you asking me that for?”
I’d try some compassion, since we’re in the same situation, but clearly it’s a
waste of my time. Fuck you.”
feel him whip his head around. “You have
got to be joking.”
would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
is your idea of a practical joke?” he asks incredulously. “Selling me out to a goblin? And where does your own capture play into
this brilliant plan?”
doesn’t,” I admit, “I was going to kill it before it could do you any real
not even your turn, you twat.”
I’d go for the element of surprise.
Besides, you haven’t made your move yet today.”
you haven’t checked your closet yet.”
head drops forward and I sigh. “Great.”
though, you’ve been slacking off. Where
were you on Monday?”
know those terrible nightmares you had that night?”
It takes a second for the penny to drop, but when it
does it’s louder than a bomb.
wasn’t supposed to go that far.”
cursed me into having nightmares?” He
sounds angry enough to burst into flames, which I’m not convinced he couldn’t
actually do if he lost control.
was an accident.”
you just accidentally formulated a
curse to attack me in my sleep.”
were only supposed to have minor nightmares,” I insist, “not start yelling in
he snarls, “did I keep you up?”
not what I mean.”
cannot fucking believe you.”
“You took my voice,” I shoot back, unable
to keep the childish defensiveness out of my whisper. “That’s practically unforgiveable. And now you’ve almost gotten both of us
killed, and you didn’t even know that I was responsible for the nightmares.”
moment we’re out of this cave, you are dead.”
if you wanted me to have nightmares, why did you wake me up? Why not just let me suffer?”
you were terrified, Baz,” I say like it should be obvious. “You were crying out for your mum and it was
quiet for a second before replying.
“What else was I calling out for?”
“Nothing. You just kept saying ‘no’ a lot.”
lets out a long, shuddering sigh like everything he dreamt about is rushing
back. They must have been some of the
worst nightmares of his life the way he’s reacting.
should have held him. I should have
comforted him. I wanted to comfort him. But I
didn’t. Because I was too proud. I was too scared.
want to comfort him now, but we’re tied up.
That and he’d probably vaporize me if I tried.
take a deep breath. “It was wrong of me
to give you nightmares. I should have
known better, or I should have told you that it was me, I…” I’m almost too
afraid to say it in a register that he’ll hear.
“I’m sorry, Baz.”
quiet for a long time.
expect me to forgive you.”
breathe a sigh of relief.
“So,” Simon ventures after a heavy moment, “what now?”
wait for the goblin to kill us.”
right.” I can practically hear his
eye-roll. “We need to get out of here.”
need to work together.”
it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “How
inspiring, Snow, I thought you said you had a plan.”
plan we come up with is going to require teamwork,” he explains in a
whisper. “In case you hadn’t noticed,
we’re literally tied to each other.”
had noticed, thanks.”
we’ll have to work together to get out.”
have a sword,” I reason, “can’t you use it to cut us free?”
can’t summon it without spearing you,” he says, “it would appear in my hand,
the blade would probably end up in your stomach.”
Two birds with one stone, my mind
supplies darkly, but I push the thought away.
“Maybe I could burn through the ropes.”
and send us both up in flame. Great
you reach it?”
could, we’d already be out of here.”
can get it to you, could you spell the ropes off?”
chance to get your hands on my arse, eh Snow?”
I could spell the ropes off.”
what then? Sneak out?”
cast a glance at the sleeping goblin.
“Not until we deal with Goblin King over here.”
have a plan?”
grin spreads across my face. “Oh, I have
Baz insists that I make a noisy show of escaping, to
wake the goblin. Why he would want to do
that, I can’t imagine (he hasn’t told me all of the plan, which should probably
make me suspicious), but he seems to be getting more excited about whatever
he’s going to do by the second. The
smirk I’m so familiar with is glued to his face, but instead of making me feel
sick, I’m buzzing like I’ve had too much sugar.
Maybe because he’s not directing it at me this time, but sharing it with
have to wonder why we’ve never teamed up before. Granted, we’re usually at each other’s
throats, but something about this, the working together, the shaky alliance, is
making me giddy. I’m almost giggling as
I throw the ropes to the cave floor.
has already disappeared from view as the goblin wakes up, turning to find me
frozen on my way to the cave entrance.
do you think you’re going?” it sneers.
I shake my head, “you really are as stupid as they say.”
goblin pulls its blade from its pocket again, but doesn’t respond with any more
than a growl.
see,” I go on, “you were smart to take us both.”
can’t help but watch Baz as he appears behind the creature, silent as a wraith.
you were a fool,” I grin, “to leave us both alive.”
flame appears in Baz’s hand. In a flash
he wraps an arm around the creature’s neck and shoves the fireball into its
eyes widen and steam pours out of its ears as the fireball takes the path of
least resistance: right down the throat.
The human illusion starts to disintegrate and I see flashes of the
goblin’s true face, gray and leathery with red eyes and sagging, pointed
ears. It struggles but Baz holds on
tight, until the thrashing stops and the goblin droops in his arms, and he
drops it, limp and smoking, to the ground.
hasn’t looked away from me the entire time.
haven’t looked away from him.
It’s still light outside when we emerge from the cave,
but we’re clearly much deeper into the Wood than before. I don’t recognize anything.
on, I’ll climb a tree and get our bearings,” I tell Simon.
gives me a quizzical look and unfurls his wings without a word.
shrug and take my place at the bottom of a tree. “I bet I could still beat you.”
haven’t seen me climb a tree.”
you haven’t seen me fly.”
stare each other down for a second, tasting this new dynamic. Still rivalry, but different. Less hateful, more fun.
leap into the tree without warning.
see his eyes widen as he takes in my speed, and he kicks off the ground an
instant later, but we reach the halfway point around the same time. He beats me by seconds, perching at the top
like a bird while I scramble to the branch below him.
anything?” I ask, catching my breath.
scans for a moment before pointing behind us.
“There’s Watford. Not a bad view
from here,” he says as I climb up a branch to meet his level, “we should climb
trees more often.”
peer the few inches up at him, a strange expression on my face. “We?”
meets my gaze suddenly, like he’s realized what he’s said. “I, um… well, whatever,” he stammers.
his face going red from flying? Or from…
not used to looking up to meet his eyes, and he’s not usually framed by the
pure white sky and the smell of pine and mountain air.
not used to him looking at me the way he is now.
I’m not used to being this close to Baz, or holding
his gaze for this long, or letting down my guard with him, or seeing him framed
by pine branches and treetops, or wanting to touch his hair…
There’s a fresh scar on his cheek from the goblin’s
His hair is black again, and I still want to touch it.
His lips part slightly, and my heart stops entirely.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I lean in…
I’m just closing my eyes as the bough breaks beneath
me and I fall through the branches.
He only falls about halfway down, but he hits just
about every branch on the way. I jump
from my perch and dive after him, grabbing onto a limb where he stops his
both climb the rest of the way down and head back towards the castle. We don’t speak, and my head is still spinning
with everything that’s just happened, not to mention what’s almost happened.
I venture, “who’s turn is it again?”
shrugs. “Tomorrow’s the first of April.”
look at each other for a moment.
game?” I suggest.
nods. “Fair game.”
walk another few minutes in silence.
you’re not going to kill me for the nightmares then?”
shoots me a sideways glance, but he’s smiling.
A real smile, not a sneer.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” you sprint across the quad, pushing past students and jumping over bushes and benches like a track star doing hurdles. The chanting of the curse word only gets louder and faster once you looked down at your watch once again and saw that your class would start in less than a minute and you were a mile away from the science building.
You’re too distracted with staring at your watch that you don’t notice that you’re in the middle of the street until your face is touching the rough pavement and some random guy is sprawled beside you. At first, you think that it’s a boulder that had fallen from the mountains that surrounded your campus but when your vision focused on the black lump you realized it was a helmet.
Balloon boys potentially ‘laughing’ at Even’s name mentioned and the skam fandom ‘cancels’ them, tells them to ‘choke’, inserts gifs of hurting them. But y’all forget that Isak did it tens time worse. Isak didn’t want mentally ill people in his life, Isak actually got tired of Even’s moods and asked him to not contact him anymore. Did you forget that?
Oh wait. people change. people grow. CHARACTER GROWTH HAPPENS. Maybe get that through you thick skulls. Maybe realise that people are complex, maybe try and understand that what you are doing right now is demonising the minority whilst y’all didn’t bat an eye after Evak got together as if Isak’s ignorance against mental illness disappeared in one day. Do you think the balloon squad even know about Even’s bipolar? Maybe hold your breath before you charge someone as guilty for something you know nothing off yet.
If I got a quarter for every antis who posts in the tag telling shippers/fans to kill themselves, choke, get raped, abused, assaulted, vomit; that the shippers/fans are disgusting, ugly, homophobic, rape-apologists, abuse-apologists, fetishizers, pedophiles, racists–
God, maybe I and my mother wouldn’t be under the poverty line anymore, and we could actually donate to credible charities, organizations, homeless shelters– places that are actually trying to make a change in the world for the better good! And try to help people who are struggling in the world!
Unlike antis, who don’t post anything critical, rarely have any evidence or facts on their side, who erase and even harass and shame LGBT members, mentally ill, disabled, survivors of abuse/rape/csa, and of certain ethnicities/races because those people don’t support their toxic agenda and opinion, and spend their time being hateful and miserable on the internet.
Hey, all! Amy here
and feel free to skip this, but I noticed a huge thing going around with
fanfiction writers and fanfiction readers.
Kinda throwing arrows at one another over mistakes and how they should
Okay, first off:
stop. Ew. It’s gross.
Y’all are big boys and girls and y’all can act like it. You don’t need to attack each other at the
knees behind the safety of your screens.
are points on both sides. People who
write have a right to be proud of their work and can choose not to accept
criticism. On the other hand, people who
read and absorb the work have the right as well to point out mistakes they
noticed if it’s meant to be helpful.
So how can people interact civilly when it comes to
fanfiction and it’s accompanying critiques?
By following a few internet rules, plain and simple. No, I’m not gonna tell you to forgive and
forget or just roll over and let the other person have their way. That’s not what you do IRL and that’s not
what you do online either. Instead, both
persons have a series of rules to follow in order to try and make the most of
FOR THE WRITERS:
I start with you because you’re the ones who have poured
your heart and soul into this baby. And I get it, I do. When you spend hours and hours slaving over
your baby, going over the idea thousands of times in your head, trying to get
the idea on paper, and trying to make it look good, then oh heck to the yes
it’s your baby and you’re gonna defend it to the death. I expect that and that’s okay. What’s not okay is when it interferes with
your ability to check in with the situation and see if they actually meant
harm, so here are a few rules I’ve started to use over my years of fanfiction
Read the entire comment for content. This is a bitter pill to take, especially if
they sound condescending or snarky. I’ve
run into a few of them, and they’re never pleasant to deal with, but some of
them have good ideas. Try to filter out
the junk of the comment and get to the meat of it all. (I’ll get to what to do if there’s no meat
break from the comment when you get angry.
And chances are that if it’s an unsolicited comment, you’re going to get
angry. This is your baby and you’ve
worked hard on it. If the crtiquer isn’t
at least taking that into account, you may even get furious. Get up and walk away. They do not deserve your wrath.
for yourself if they have a point.
Most critiquers tend to leave their comments because they’re trying to
help in their own (somewhat obnoxious) way.
If they’ve got a point, thank them, but also try to express if the
critique was delivered well. If it was,
tell them so they can help more people.
If not, tell them so they can work on it. IF THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY POINT AT ALL AND ARE
JUST BEING RUDE, get rid of it. They’re
not worth your time.
or toss. This is up to you. If they had content that was actually useful,
then they were being helpful like they were trying to be. If they had content and it wasn’t useful,
it’s up to you what to do. If they had
zero content in their critique or it wasn’t relevant at all, skip it. They’re not worth your time.
I actually formed these rules after an encounter with a
critiquer who was completely neutral in tone, blurted my mistakes for the world
to see, and essentially made me feel like the absolute worst writer in the
world. They weren’t harsh, but their
critique did hurt me, especially because I’d still just been starting out.
The first thing that happened was I got angry. I was livid, furious. Like, how dare they? Couldn’t they just sit back and enjoy the
story? I spent a good week or so
avoiding my fanfiction account just because I was so pissed off. I ended up talking to my mom and she asked me
if they had any points. I think she was
going for “if they don’t, then they’re not worth your time”, but they did.
After that, I went back and tried to see it from their point of view.
Didn’t mean I suddenly wasn’t mad at them. I was mad, but I also realized that they, in
their own roundabout and hurtful (to me, who reads inflection into typed words
and winces at every loud noise and criticism) way, were trying to help me.
I worked on it, and I don’t think they ever commented on
my stuff again, but the people who already loved my stuff? The people who said that my stuff was ‘cute’
or ‘genius’? They loved it all the
more! The critiquer may not have stuck
around, but those who did benefited.
(It really took me a long time to stop being angry at
them. Now I just kind of take a lesson
from them. As a fanfiction writer, and
as a critiquer myself.)
FOR THE CRITIQUER:
I’m saying this as someone who has pretty high standards
for what I read. I look into formatting,
tenses, plot, characterization, spelling, and even comma usage! These little things do actually bug me, and
sometimes enough to the point of wanting to comment, but I’ve been on the other
side of it and remember the frustration and the anger that can come from a
wrongly worded comment, so there are a few rules that I’ve formulated in order
to be the best critiquer I can be and help as many people as possible get as
amazing as they can as a writer!
Note: These rules
are for critiquers who actually do want to help writers get better and improve
the overall quality of internet written works.
If you’re here because of some superiority complex, these rules may be
difficult for you to follow. I, however,
encourage you to do your best and perhaps one day you’ll be a good
way to figure out if the author even wants your critique. One way to do this is to respectfully ask
them. Always open with a positive. Something like “Hey, I liked ___ about your
story, but I noticed something was a bit off.
Can I give you a constructive critique?”
Typically, an author would be happy to know you cared about their
opinion, so this will go either one of two ways. They will either (A) allow the critique and
actually listen to what you have to say or (B) politely decline the offer. This means they have made up their mind and
you are to let it go. The back button is
a wonderful friend at this point.
the sandwich format. This is a tried
and true method for getting people to actually listen. If you start in with the critique, the author
will feel attacked and immediately get defensive. Instead of wondering if you’ve got any point,
they will find ways to contradict you and argue. Instead, open with something you liked about
the story. There was a reason you read
it all to the end, wasn’t there? Mention
that first (AND BE HONEST! NO ONE LIKES
SOMEONE WHO GIVES OUT FALSE COMPLIMENTS), and then get to the critique, or
‘meat’, of your critique. When that’s
done, exit with a thank-you for being willing to listen to your comments. It takes a lot for a creator to listen to
someone point out the flaws in their baby, even if they’re trying to
learn. Remember that you want this to be
a positive interaction, not a demolition derby.
insults or other derogatory comments.
Unless explicitly stated otherwise, the writer is trying their
best. Insulting them makes them less
willing to hear you out, much less accept your comments and get better.
elevating yourself over them. It’s a
no-brainer. You’re not there to school them, you’re there to help them. Helping requires a serving mind, which puts
their needs before your ego.
hound the author. If they listen but
don’t take your comments, you’re not allowed to harass them. Most likely, they don’t see a point in your
comment and have elected to ignore it.
And that’s fine. The point is
that you managed to bring it to their attention once. Maybe they’ll come back to it later, maybe
not. Either way, once your critique is
given, it’s done. Unless they come to
you asking about it, your job is to pack up and vamoose, or simply to sit back
and enjoy watching the rest of the story unfold.
your comments are objective. Like,
if there’s a comma problem, tell them about it.
If there’s verb tenses being messed up, inform them politely. If person A didn’t get with person B, then
you’re not critiquing. That’s a matter
of opinion and doesn’t belong in the critiquing category.
respectful. They’re going on a limb
and listening to you, and it’s the author’s choice whether or not to continue
the correspondence. You don’t have to ‘kiss up to them’ or ‘serve them’, but
you have to make sure you’re not being a jerk and that all your comments are
I know there are a lot of rules, but critiquing is hard, especially with how a lot of people
view them. But you, the critiquer, ARE
NOT EVIL. You’re not the bad guy. You’re not messed up. You’re not ‘sticking your nose where it
doesn’t belong’. You’re human and you’re
trying to be helpful. These are just
tips and tricks on how to go about it the right way and maximize your
The last thing I’ll say is that not everyone will follow
these rules. They will think they’re
stupid or pandering or all-around dumb.
Some people who claim to critique will continue to slander our good name
by acting like holier-than-thou snits.
Some people who write will continue to get outrageously angry for
persons daring to say something went wrong.
Here’s how to deal with them:
computer. Or the website, just for a
bit. Enjoy the sunshine, take a walk,
talk with your best friend, eat some ice cream, go play. See if it just blows over. They don’t get to take away your happiness
because they’re angry.
the hate. When you’re good and
happy, you can delete the hate mail, or maybe grab a friend to laugh at it. But don’t respond to hate with anger. As my good friend Warlord Okeer said, you
shall inflict “the greatest insult an
enemy can suffer. To be ignored.”
chase you down in anger, block them.
This is okay to do. For
fanfiction writers: if they continue to
pester you with their comments after you say ‘no thanks’, block their
tails. For fanfiction critiquers: if they got angry over a critique you gave,
provided that they said okay and provided that you followed the rules of
critiquing, you’re allowed to block them.
You did it right. Don’t even
And then there are the times where we forget to follow
the rules and insult someone on accident.
It happens. If you realize you’re
in the wrong, it’s just one rule.
Apologize. No, you don’t have to grovel for forgiveness,
but understand that your actions may have hurt someone else and react
accordingly. If they won’t take it, at
least make the promise to yourself to be better in the future.
And that’s it. I
know it seems like a lot to swallow, but it all boils down to making sure your
words are respectful, kind, and true.
Tl;dr: MAKE SURE YOUR WORDS ARE RESPECTFUL, KIND, AND TRUE!!
You watched as Jughead argued with Betty. You didn’t know who side to be on. Betty just wanted to make her boyfriend happy but you knew that this wasn’t the right way. You had been friends with both of them for so long you didn’t know what to do. You weren’t the only one since your brother Archie had the same look on his face as he look at the two. Veronica on the other hand look fine with the situation, she probably had been through this with her parents. The ring of the doorbell interrupted all of your guys thoughts.
“Who else did you invited to this Betty?” Jughead sneered at her not impressed with party at all.
“No one, it was only suppose to be the inner circle” She replied back but as the doors opened your breath got caught in your throat at the sight in front of you. First and foremost was Cheryl and Chuck then behind them was most of the football team and other students from your school. Cheryl smirked as she made her way in.
“Where should we put the keg too?” She asked as everyone cheered. You and Archie sent a look to each other knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this night. It was kinda proven when Jughead pushed his way passed you both to go hide out in the garage. You wonder if you should chased him but you knew it was better to leave him alone to his thoughts. Plus if anything happened to this house you and Archie would be toast.
It had been hours since the party started and it was getting more hyped as the time went by. People were drinking drink after drink and you were sure if you looked in that keg that there would be nothing left. You figured that it would die down soon since it was getting close to one in the morning but you were proven wrong once again when Cheryl opened her mouth to speak.
“How about we play a game?” Everyone gather into the living room excited to hear what they would be playing. “You know we all have secrets in this house don’t we?” Tons of people nodded at her statement.
“Well how about we spill some of them?” Yours and your friends mouth dropped at what Cheryl wanted to do, she always knew a little too much about everyone. Others in the room didn’t feel shocked what so ever they were all willing to play. Cheryl started to speak, calling out Veronica and her family. Not shying away from any of their feelings towards them but if Cheryl had thought V would say nothing she was dead wrong. Veronica started to imagine what really went on between Jason and her. As you try to hold back a laugh, Cheryl looked a bit stunned not knowing what to say about this possible too much sisterly love.
“My turned now” Chuck announced and he scanned the room, setting his eyes on you for a moment before they landed on Betty. “Why don’t we talk about what Veronica and Betty did to me. More importantly about how Betty has some alternate ego or split personalities. Pretending to be her sister Polly seems like one of them ” Chuck only smirked as he could tell it was getting to Betty even you could see it from across the room. “I’ll tell you one thing Betty or should I say Polly I ain’t Jason, I’m better” You rolled your eyes at his statement, leave it to Chuck to still be the cockys thing ever. It wasn’t like he hadn’t learned his lesson.
“So why don’t we talk about someone else?” Chuck asked not really wanting an answer since he was going to do it anyway. You thought for a moment that Cheryl glance your way but you shook it off since there were so many people here.
“Y/N” Chuck said, making everyone eyes land on you. You tilted your head sideways wondering what Chuck had up his sleeve, trying not to show your discomfort. “Sweet little Andrews” He looked away from you then stared down your brother.
“We talked about Archie love affair so why not talk about yours also”
“What’s he talking about sis?” Archie asked not taking his eyes off of Chuck. You ignored him and went straight to Chuck. Grabbing one of his arms you said
“Don’t do it Chuck. Keep it to yourself” He shrugged you off and continued
“Well you see, your sister isn’t innocent in all of this. Actually I’m surprised you didn’t see her name in the book because she should be in there I put her in there” Archie stood up from his seat quickly taking a seat forward with his fist by his side, ready to hit if needed.
“Slow down there Andrews” Chuck laughed as he put up his hands “I wrote her in there but I’m not the one she slept with. It was-” You cut him off
“He’s your friend Chuck, don’t do it”
“Friends don’t take each others spot on the team” He huffed and went on “She slept with Mantle, Andrews. Your little sister slept with your enemy.” Gasps were heard throughout the room as the secret was spilled. No one expected it but the football team they knew and now they were all wearing smirks on their face to prove it.
“Is that true?” Archie asked you but you couldn’t meet his eye. You didn’t know if you were embarrassed that it happened or that he found out.
“It wasn’t once either” Cheryl piped which made you send a death glare her way. “You should of came to my parties more often Archie. They always had fun.”
Archie just looked at you with confusion written all over his face. He could tell it was true from the atmosphere in the room, he didn’t need to heard you say it. He just couldn’t believe what you had done. You couldn’t stand being in your house any longer with all of the stares, so you took one finally looked around and went to leave but before you did Chuck spoke up once again.
“Say hi to Mantle for me” He knew that’s where you were going and he wanted everyone else to know.
“Bite me” You shouted before you left. Your hook up was out now and there was nothing to do but only if they knew. Reggie was so much more than a person to get your mind off of things. You loved him and now you were scared of what was going to happen. What would Archie do now knowing that you were sleeping with one of the people he hated. Also how Jughead would react since he was also like your brother and Reggie made it a habit to pick on him. The worse was yet to come.
Just a word|thoughts on verbal and emotional abuse
• Your abuser will never be able to take responsibility for anything they do i.e., YOU are the reason they are acting or speaking a certain way
• You will constantly find yourself apologizing even when every fiber of your being is telling you “I’ve done nothing wrong”
• In the rare circumstance they do you a favor, your abuser will continously make a point that you better “appreciate” what they’re doing for you. If it’s a big one, in the end, they’ll use it as a manipulation tactic.
• Even once you’ve gotten out of an abusive relationship and begin a healthy one, the thought process can stick with you and memories can haunt you. You will have a hard time believing there can be a truly good person in this world capable of loving you.
“M’starting to think you’re just sending me in circles.”
She and Harry took their time walking to the beach from their swim, eventually working their way back to their usual playful banter after their slightly awkward moment. She’d let Harry take the lead as they made their way out of the forest after insisting that he knew the way, occasionally teasing him when he started drifting in the wrong direction or began getting lost.
“You’re the one who wanted to guess his way back,” she grinned, reaching to gently pinch at his side.
“Didn’t realize that all forest looks alike,” he huffed, playfully swatting at your finger.
“It’s harder than it looks,” she smiled, tucking her thumbs into the pockets of her shorts as she started walking off in a slightly different direction. He followed, running his hands through his locks that were still damp from being in the water.
“How do yeh know your way around so well?” He asked once he’d caught up to her, watching to make sure he didn’t trip and fall.
“I have a lot of time to myself,” she replied, adding a shrug of her shoulder. The truth was, when she wasn’t working, she spent a lot of time going for hikes through these trees and had gotten lost multiple times herself. At this point it was almost a game that she played on purpose.
“Don’t yeh get lonely?”
“Not really,” she said, reassuring him with a small smile. “I work at the bar most nights so there’s plenty of people to keep me busy. And I don’t mind being alone. Besides, occasionally I get some good company…And then there’s you.”
“Ouch,” his voice raised an octave as he stopped walking, clutching onto his chest over his heart as he jutted his lower lip out in a pout. She turned around to look at him when she realized he’d stopped and couldn’t help but giggle at his expression, reaching to take the hand that was on his chest in her palm and tug him along with her again.
“Oh c’mon, you goon,” she laughed, and his features relaxed to reveal a cheeky grin. He continued to follow her, but neither of them brought up the tingle in the palms and the fact that both their hearts were beating just slightly faster than normal.