A long A/N, but please read, and feel free to kill incommunicado.
A/N:Okay, we all get flames, and normally I ignore them, but today I received a particularly offensive, not to mention useless flame on my previous story, Say. Other than this and one other I have received solely good reviews, and very many of them at that, but this one flame managed to ruin the effect of three other lovely reviews. I am going to copy it and put down exactly what I think of the person who wrote this.
"Pooki Ze Great, The following review has been submitted to: SAY Chapter: 8 From: incommunicado () Well, I don't often feel the need to review, but sometimes I come across some very well written stories, and then there are stories like yours. Frankly, I know what AU means. I also know what Slash means, and I'm perfectly well aware of the fact that I don't have to read those stories, if I don't like it" --SO WHY DO YOU????
".rnBut that's not the point - see, I believe it makes no sense to write a story about a couple of people acting in a horrible illogical and senseless way and then give them names of your favourite characters (at least I think they are your favourite characters even if you do your best/worst to dissamble them)." --Well perhaps you've never been in love, or moreso no one has ever loved you, and I can definitely see why.
"rnThose characters in your story have nothing in common with the lovely Merry and Pippin Tolkien created. I believe fanfiction is a kind of worship, and so the characters we all love should be recognized, and not just by their name but by their actions.rnThere are few stories (fortunately) in which the characters act in such a not authentic way. I mean, could someone ever imagine a man who marries the woman which stabbed his lover?" -- People can do things which they normally wouldn't when they have been permanantly scarred by something. I'm assuming you've had an easy life, seeing as you don't interact with other people besides leaving flames. Fun life, do you live in your mother's basement??
"Why should he do something like that? There's more, but I think I don't have to point out everything.rnWhat I'm trying to say: Don't write stories like this anymore and call them fanfiction. I don't think a true Tolkien- fan wants to read bad stories with even worse characterization. Or maybe I'm the only one who isn't entertained by senseless hobbit-tortures - but you asked for reviews, and so I'm giving you one, whether you like it or not." -- I have opinions too, like I think that fan fics which stick strictly to the way the books were written are boring as hell... I am using my own damned identity, and I strongly believe in what I write that it could exist, even if it isn't the way one person saw it, I am not Tolkien. I am me, and this is MY WRITING! Just like I write my own songs. I do not want to be anyone other than me, and I LIKE the things I write. I do not understand why assholes like you bother to read fics which you hate anyways, just so that you can try and tear a person's self-esteem to shreds. I do not read fics which don't interest me, and I most definitely do not read fics which I know I would not like. Mainly because I have a life, and better things to do. So please sir/ma'am, move the hell out of your parents' basement and go talk to real people again. The sunlight will burn your eyes for the first few days, but you can always go play in traffic if the world bothers you this much, because you deserve nothing better than a semi flattening your rude ass.
That is all.
"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: A story told through many viewpoints, chronicled in journal entries through 3 months' time. M/P slash, and not a happy ending (as if I'D write a happy ending...)
Warning: Not very cheerful, but hell, ya know you love it... Slash, i.e. guy on guy shit, so uhhh, don't like it, just don't read it. Because if you send me flames, I will set my rabid radioactive hamsters on you. Be afraid... be kind of a little bit teeny weeny afraid..
Archiving: Um. I have no idea what that is...
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. Maybe if I did I'd have another phone line so that I could hook up... *pout*
Rating: It's quite tame right now, but it'll go up. Ohhhhh yes it will go verrry far up.. *evil grin*
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
Feedback: Please yes, I save it all and print it off and then feel like slightly less of a loser.
Category: Romance/angst/tragedy
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"*P* I've come to grips confronting my reality. Numbstruck it's me against the world now. For all you know, for all you know it's not for real. ... I'll fall into you, but don't believe that this is real." -Sum 41, 'Hooch'
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... it was unnerving to say the least.
To that moment the most impressive place I had been in was perhaps some of the more expensive pubs where the upper class would take their "dates" as they called us; and here I was: standing in the hall of a palace of a hobbithole, with stained glass behind me and countless ornate and disgustingly expensive whatnots surrounding me.
I was terrified.
The woman, who I suppose was the maid, or moreso one of the maids, came back from the hallway she had disappeared into.
"Mr. Merry will be down to see you shortly," she said, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen, where she bid I sat on a short wooden stool and drink some water.
The kitchen was woody and golden, with a pleasant clean smell to it, and light green sheer curtains covering the windows but still letting some warm light fill the room.
I sat there for what felt like half an hour, but was most likely 5 minutes, until the woman returned with two male hobbits behind her.
The first had a yellow vest on, and had dark golden hair with greyish blue eyes, while the second, smaller and (dare I say) more effeminate than the other, had dark hair and bright blue eyes, and was wearing naught but a deep maroon robe of elvet, silk, and other things I had only touched "on the job."
I looked down at my faded attire, mere rags really, and blushed, wondering how I must have looked in compraison with them.
They both seemed to be giving me slightly "off" looks, not very unlike those who have purchased me in the past. I was embarrassed and yet pleased, and now I wonder if I blushed deeper or not, though I suppose it didn't matter.
The grey eyed-one spoke, shattering an delusions I had that they would be as courteous as the maid.
"In what way could a worthless beggar like you assist me?"
I was shocked, yet not so shocked as to forget to reply.
"I can cook, clean, make a bed and erase the trail of trash you rich fools leave behind you, just as any other lesser idiot could, sir."
The dark slight one glared down at me, contemptuously and disapprovingly as I expected both to, but for some reason a change came in the expression of the one who had spoken to me so rudely.
Suddenly he had a look on his face as that of a child who has just found a flock of birds to chase off. One who has discovered a fun little game, the nature of his which I could easily guess.
But I will not play.
He is cruel and rude and mean and I do not like him, handsome though he may be.
I will NOT play.
-PT, January 5th, 1419
A/N:Okay, we all get flames, and normally I ignore them, but today I received a particularly offensive, not to mention useless flame on my previous story, Say. Other than this and one other I have received solely good reviews, and very many of them at that, but this one flame managed to ruin the effect of three other lovely reviews. I am going to copy it and put down exactly what I think of the person who wrote this.
"Pooki Ze Great, The following review has been submitted to: SAY Chapter: 8 From: incommunicado () Well, I don't often feel the need to review, but sometimes I come across some very well written stories, and then there are stories like yours. Frankly, I know what AU means. I also know what Slash means, and I'm perfectly well aware of the fact that I don't have to read those stories, if I don't like it" --SO WHY DO YOU????
".rnBut that's not the point - see, I believe it makes no sense to write a story about a couple of people acting in a horrible illogical and senseless way and then give them names of your favourite characters (at least I think they are your favourite characters even if you do your best/worst to dissamble them)." --Well perhaps you've never been in love, or moreso no one has ever loved you, and I can definitely see why.
"rnThose characters in your story have nothing in common with the lovely Merry and Pippin Tolkien created. I believe fanfiction is a kind of worship, and so the characters we all love should be recognized, and not just by their name but by their actions.rnThere are few stories (fortunately) in which the characters act in such a not authentic way. I mean, could someone ever imagine a man who marries the woman which stabbed his lover?" -- People can do things which they normally wouldn't when they have been permanantly scarred by something. I'm assuming you've had an easy life, seeing as you don't interact with other people besides leaving flames. Fun life, do you live in your mother's basement??
"Why should he do something like that? There's more, but I think I don't have to point out everything.rnWhat I'm trying to say: Don't write stories like this anymore and call them fanfiction. I don't think a true Tolkien- fan wants to read bad stories with even worse characterization. Or maybe I'm the only one who isn't entertained by senseless hobbit-tortures - but you asked for reviews, and so I'm giving you one, whether you like it or not." -- I have opinions too, like I think that fan fics which stick strictly to the way the books were written are boring as hell... I am using my own damned identity, and I strongly believe in what I write that it could exist, even if it isn't the way one person saw it, I am not Tolkien. I am me, and this is MY WRITING! Just like I write my own songs. I do not want to be anyone other than me, and I LIKE the things I write. I do not understand why assholes like you bother to read fics which you hate anyways, just so that you can try and tear a person's self-esteem to shreds. I do not read fics which don't interest me, and I most definitely do not read fics which I know I would not like. Mainly because I have a life, and better things to do. So please sir/ma'am, move the hell out of your parents' basement and go talk to real people again. The sunlight will burn your eyes for the first few days, but you can always go play in traffic if the world bothers you this much, because you deserve nothing better than a semi flattening your rude ass.
That is all.
"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: A story told through many viewpoints, chronicled in journal entries through 3 months' time. M/P slash, and not a happy ending (as if I'D write a happy ending...)
Warning: Not very cheerful, but hell, ya know you love it... Slash, i.e. guy on guy shit, so uhhh, don't like it, just don't read it. Because if you send me flames, I will set my rabid radioactive hamsters on you. Be afraid... be kind of a little bit teeny weeny afraid..
Archiving: Um. I have no idea what that is...
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. Maybe if I did I'd have another phone line so that I could hook up... *pout*
Rating: It's quite tame right now, but it'll go up. Ohhhhh yes it will go verrry far up.. *evil grin*
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
Feedback: Please yes, I save it all and print it off and then feel like slightly less of a loser.
Category: Romance/angst/tragedy
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"*P* I've come to grips confronting my reality. Numbstruck it's me against the world now. For all you know, for all you know it's not for real. ... I'll fall into you, but don't believe that this is real." -Sum 41, 'Hooch'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
... it was unnerving to say the least.
To that moment the most impressive place I had been in was perhaps some of the more expensive pubs where the upper class would take their "dates" as they called us; and here I was: standing in the hall of a palace of a hobbithole, with stained glass behind me and countless ornate and disgustingly expensive whatnots surrounding me.
I was terrified.
The woman, who I suppose was the maid, or moreso one of the maids, came back from the hallway she had disappeared into.
"Mr. Merry will be down to see you shortly," she said, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen, where she bid I sat on a short wooden stool and drink some water.
The kitchen was woody and golden, with a pleasant clean smell to it, and light green sheer curtains covering the windows but still letting some warm light fill the room.
I sat there for what felt like half an hour, but was most likely 5 minutes, until the woman returned with two male hobbits behind her.
The first had a yellow vest on, and had dark golden hair with greyish blue eyes, while the second, smaller and (dare I say) more effeminate than the other, had dark hair and bright blue eyes, and was wearing naught but a deep maroon robe of elvet, silk, and other things I had only touched "on the job."
I looked down at my faded attire, mere rags really, and blushed, wondering how I must have looked in compraison with them.
They both seemed to be giving me slightly "off" looks, not very unlike those who have purchased me in the past. I was embarrassed and yet pleased, and now I wonder if I blushed deeper or not, though I suppose it didn't matter.
The grey eyed-one spoke, shattering an delusions I had that they would be as courteous as the maid.
"In what way could a worthless beggar like you assist me?"
I was shocked, yet not so shocked as to forget to reply.
"I can cook, clean, make a bed and erase the trail of trash you rich fools leave behind you, just as any other lesser idiot could, sir."
The dark slight one glared down at me, contemptuously and disapprovingly as I expected both to, but for some reason a change came in the expression of the one who had spoken to me so rudely.
Suddenly he had a look on his face as that of a child who has just found a flock of birds to chase off. One who has discovered a fun little game, the nature of his which I could easily guess.
But I will not play.
He is cruel and rude and mean and I do not like him, handsome though he may be.
I will NOT play.
-PT, January 5th, 1419
