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theladyvanya · 4 years

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The previous owner of Unappreciated Elves is Toxic and Abusive

Content warning as there are sensitive subjects such as suicide, miscarriage, and abuse talked about here.

I honestly can’t believe I’m even making this post, as I really really really didn’t want to make anything like this. I was honestly hoping everything would blow over if I ignored it. But it seems even still that now if I’m not being harassed my friends are under some kind of fire. And I literally don’t know what else to do other than warn other people about her toxicity and the abuse she’s willing to dole out to other people.

I’ve been extremely civil, and I have vehemently stayed quiet as to not attract a whole lot of attention about what’s been going on. And it’s mostly because I am still concerned about the effects of what this do to her.

I’ve really just been hoping it would all blow over and she’d leave me alone. But that has been far from the case and I’m tired of the constant abuse from her.

She has harassed me continuously, stalked me continuously. If not through text, through online messages, and on anonymous messages even though both of her tumblr accounts are blocked. I have Statcounter on my blog and have pages upon pages of ss’s of her stalking my tumblr. She’s now harassing my friend, telling her to kill herself and still stalking my tumblr on and off.

In 2018 after being a lonely SAHM for 2-3 years I met the woman who runs Unappreciated Elves where there I thought I made the greatest friend I could possibly ask for.

We had things in common, we got along great, she was funny, things were good. This was my first friend who wanted to talk to me in LITERAL years. YEARS. So we talked all the time.

I supported her through horrible times, counseled her when she needed it, uplifted her when she needed it the most. We wrote a 1million plus word role play together. We FaceTimed all the time or talked on the phone. I loved her as if she were a family member and very much considered her as such.

I drove 600+ miles 2xs a year in our 2 year friendship to go see her. And I’d spend a week or more there with her. We had some great times. We have tons of pictures together and headcanons and all kinds of fun and I loved her writing.

But there were way more unhealthy and extremely toxic times where I was being mentally and emotionally being abused.

I was made to feel bad every time I got the chance to go out on a date night with my husband and friends. If I got drunk especially she’d give me the silent treatment. Then the following day she’d treat me like shit until I profusely apologized to her about me even going out.

I spent hours and days trying to talk her out of killing herself for many many hours at a time. Having to constantly pause and hold my life because I was horrified for a week at a time that she’d kill herself. While I’m in no way mental health shaming anyone as I have postpartum depression borderline psychosis, schitzoaffective disorder and I’m on the spectrum, it now was a very obvious ploy for attention when she felt I wasn’t giving her enough. Or needed for someone to feel horrible for her. I unfortunately do not have ss’s to back this up, but my friend Kylie can absolutely back this up as she friends with her years before I was.

Everything had to be about her, even if I had something emotionally going on where I needed her support too. My texts would get ignored right in front of my face to where she wouldn’t address it ever even if I brought it up again.

It was so bad and so often that she talked about herself; she talked about herself while my grandmother was in the final stages of her life and I needed her. She talked nonstop and repeatedly about her work and how much it sucked. The day of my grandmothers death, her viewing, and her funeral the woman talked nonstop about herself and her job. I had just lost my familial best friend and the person who I supported through loss and hurt dismissed mine.

I couldn’t talk to her about my children which is what destroyed the friendship. She yelled at me repeatedly if I made mention of my babies or would flat out ignore the texts or comments. I wasn’t allowed to talk about my miscarriage as she’d either yell at me or tell me to “just get over it because its been a year. All it was, was just a clump of cells.” Though I was very clearly and obviously distraught over the loss of my baby. To which she then wanted to write about HER having a miscarriage in our story and HER hurt. Even though I was still grievously hurt over what had happened.

I could never give a differing opinion than hers, I always had to side with her or I’d get mocked and ridiculed. Or I’d be constantly told after she egged me into blowing up (by mocking me) that I was overreacting and being ridiculous. There was also the time where my mental health was so bad, I was texting the suicide hotline for two weeks solid because I desperately was trying not to kill myself and when I told her I couldn’t talk her down from suicide and suggested she text 741-741 she got mad and mocked me. To which I couldn’t help but explode.

I do have SS’s for a lot of this to which I will add as we go, as tumblr only allows for 10 pictures at a time. Here listed is the anonymous hate as well as some of the abuse dishes out to me over the span of a year. Yes I took ss’s after they happened because I always felt like I was overreacting and had to seek out validation. It was @fandom-hoe101 (Kylie) who gave me the strength and courage to finally stand up for myself and end the friendship when I did and keep it ended.

This is NOT everything, as there is a LOT that I didn’t screenshot or would internalize to deal with by myself. It was at the end of the friendship that I started seeking help to see if I was actually going crazy. I’m still dealing with the effects of the abuse from this relationship.

The anonymous hatemail ive received, not including a few others from my writing blog.

Related to my miscarriage

Related to when I wanted to kill myself, granted I did indeed blow up but I couldn’t help it. I had spent all week talking her down for her to brush all of my things to help her including the suicide hotline.

This is the catalyst of what ended our friendship. After literally not being allowed to talk about my kids without being ignored or snapped for 8 months at I finally lost it. I cried for weeks absolutely distraught because we were “best friends”

Not long after I bounced between being by myself and not her friend and saw my mental health improve. To talking to her and her talking about killing herself, and then getting mad if I wanted to help. I called her out on her abusing me and she told me she didn’t remember any of it going the way I claimed.

I have pages and pages worth of her stalking my tumblr via Statcounter and hatemail messages. There are also messages she sent to me through tumblr, her harassing my friend Kylie over tumblr over me. And totally the straw that broke the camels back was this sent to my friend with absolutely ZERO prompt.

So just a warning if you end up friends with her, anticipate for your friendship to be solely about her. She will manipulate and abuse you emotionally, justifying all of her behavior on her mental illness. She will step all over you kindness and love you have to give her to hurt you. She never cared about me and that’s evident now, she’s just mad she can’t use me anymore and is taking it out on me and my friend 8mos later still.

#unappreciated elves #froggy chicken duck #the silmarillion #the Silm #Silm #silmarillion #tolkien fandom #fandom #Tolkien #jrr Tolkien #lord #lord of the rings #lotr fandom #abuse #mental abuse #narcissist #miscarriage #trigger warning

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ariel-seagull-wings · 3 years

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The Tsarevna Frog

@superkingofpriderock @sunlit-music @mademoiselle-princesse @amalthea9 @princesssarisa @astrangechoiceoffavourites

(Russian Tale)

In old, old Russian tsarstvo, I do not know when, there lived a sovereign prince with the princess his wife. They had three sons, all of them young, and such brave fellows that no pen could describe them. The youngest had the name of Ivan Tsarevitch.

One day their father said to his sons: ''My dear boys, take each of you an arrow, draw your strong bow and let your arrow fly; in whatever court it falls, in that court there will be a wife for you."

The arrow of the oldest Tsarevitch fell on a boyar-house just in front of the terem where women live; the arrow of the second Tsarevitch flew to the red porch of a rich merchant, and on the porch there stood a sweet girl, the merchant's daughter. The youngest, the brave Tsarevitch Ivan, had the ill luck to send his arrow into the midst of a swamp, where it was caught by a croaking frog.

Ivan Tsarevitch came to his father: "How can I marry the frog?" complained the son. "Is she my equal? Certainly she is not."

"Never mind, "replied his father. "You have to marry the frog, for such is evidently your destiny."

Thus the brothers were married: the oldest to a young boyarishnia, a nobleman's child; the second to the merchant's beautiful daughter, and the youngest, Tsarevitch Ivan, to a croaking frog.

After a while the sovereign prince called his three sons and said to them: "Have each of your wives bake a loaf of bread by tomorrow morning."

Ivan returned home. There was no smile on his face, and his brow was clouded.

"C-r-o-a-k! C-r-o-a-k! Dear husband of mine, Tsarevitch Ivan, why so sad?" gently asked the frog. ''Was there anything disagreeable in the palace?"

"Disagreeable indeed," answered Ivan Tsarevitch; "the Tsar, my father, wants you to bake a loaf of white bread by tomorrow."

"Do not worry, Tsarevitch. Go to bed; the morning hour is a better adviser than the dark evening."

The Tsarevitch, taking his wife's advice, went to sleep. Then the frog threw off her frog skin and turned into a beautiful, sweet girl, Vassilissa by name. She now stepped out on the porch and called aloud: "Nurses and waitresses, come to me at once and prepare a loaf of white bread for tomorrow morning, a loaf exactly like those I used to eat in my royal father's palace."

In the morning Tsarevitch Ivan awoke with the crowing cocks, and you know the cocks and chickens are never late.

Yet the loaf was already made, and so fine it was that nobody could even describe it, for only in fairyland one finds such marvelous loaves. It was adorned all about with pretty figures, with towns and fortresses on each side, and within it was white as snow and light as a feather.

The Tsar father was pleased and the Tsarevitch received his special thanks.

"Now there is another task," said the Tsar smilingly. "Have each of your wives weave a rug by tomorrow."

Tsarevitch Ivan came back to his home. There was no smile on his face and his brow was clouded.

"C-r-o-a-k! C-r-o-a-k! Dear Tsarevitch Ivan, my husband and master, why so troubled again? Was not father pleased?"

''How can I be otherwise? The Tsar, my father, has ordered a rug by tomorrow."

"Do not worry, Tsarevitch. Go to bed; go to sleep. The morning hour will bring help."

Again the frog turned into Vassilissa, the wise maiden, and again she called aloud: "Dear nurses and faithful waitresses, come to me for new work. Weave a silk rug like the one I used to sit upon in the palace of the king, my father."

Once said, quickly done. When the cocks began their early "cock-a-doodle-doo," Tsarevitch Ivan awoke, and lo! there lay the most beautiful silk rug before him, a rug that no one could begin to describe. Threads of silver and gold were interwoven among bright-colored silken ones, and the rug was too beautiful for anything but to admire.

The Tsar father was pleased, thanked his son Ivan, and issued a new order. He now wished to see the three wives of his handsome sons, and they were to present their brides on the next day.

The Tsarevitch Ivan returned home. Cloudy was his brow, more cloudy than before.

"C-r-o-a-k! C-r-o-a-k! Tsarevitch, my dear husband and master, why so sad ? Hast thou heard anything unpleasant at the palace?"

"Unpleasant enough, indeed! My father, the Tsar, ordered all of us to present our wives to him. Now tell me, how could I dare go with thee?"

"It is not so bad after all, and could be much worse," answered the frog, gently croaking. "Thou shalt go alone and I will follow thee. When thou hearest a noise, a great noise, do not be afraid; simply say: 'There is my miserable froggy coming in her miserable box.'"

The two elder brothers arrived first with their wives, beautiful, bright, and cheerful, and dressed in rich garments. Both the happy bridegrooms made fun of the Tsarevitch Ivan.

"Why alone, brother?" they laughingly said to him. "Why didst thou not bring thy wife along with thee? Was there no rag to cover her? Where couldst thou have gotten such a beauty? We are ready to wager that in all the swamps in the dominion of our father it would be hard to find another one like her." And they laughed and laughed.

Lo! what a noise! The palace trembled, the guests were all frightened. Tsarevitch Ivan alone remained quiet and said: ''No danger; it is my froggy coming in her box."

To the red porch came flying a golden carriage drawn by six splendid white horses, and Vassilissa, beautiful beyond all description, gently reached her hand to her husband. He led her with him to the heavy oak tables, which were covered with snow-white linen and loaded with many wonderful dishes such as are known and eaten only in the land of fairies and never anywhere else. The guests were eating and chatting gaily.

Vassilissa drank some wine, and what was left in the tumbler she poured into her left sleeve. She ate some of the fried swan, and the bones she threw into her right sleeve. The wives of the two elder brothers watched her and did exactly the same.

When the long, hearty dinner was over, the guests began dancing and singing. The beautiful Vassilissa came forward, as bright as a star, bowed to her sovereign, bowed to the honorable guests and danced with her husband, the happy Tsarevitch Ivan.

While dancing, Vassilissa waved her left sleeve and a pretty lake appeared in the midst of the hall and cooled the air. She waved her right sleeve and white swans swam on the water. The Tsar, the guests, the servants, even the gray cat sitting in the corner, all were amazed and wondered at the beautiful Vassilissa. Her two sisters-in-law alone envied her. When their turn came to dance, they also waved their left sleeves as Vassilissa had done, and, oh, wonder! they sprinkled wine all around. They waved their right sleeves, and instead of swans the bones flew in the face of the Tsar father. The Tsar grew very angry and bade them leave the palace. In the meantime Ivan Tsarevitch watched a moment to slip away unseen. He ran home, found the frog skin, and burned it in the fire.

Vassilissa, when she came back, searched for the skin, and when she could not find it her beautiful face grew sad and her bright eyes filled with tears.

She said to Tsarevitch Ivan, her husband: ''Oh, dear Tsarevitch, what hast thou done? There was but a short time left for me to wear the ugly frog skin. The moment was near when we could have been happy together forever. Now I must bid thee goodbye. Look for me in a faraway country to which no one knows the roads, at the palace of Kostshei the Deathless;" and Vassilissa turned into a white swan and flew away through the window.

Tsarevitch Ivan wept bitterly. Then he prayed to the almighty God, and making the sign of the cross northward, southward, eastward, and westward, he went on a mysterious journey.

No one knows how long his journey was, but one day he met an old, old man. He bowed to the old man, who said: "Good-day, brave fellow. What art thou searching for, and whither art thou going?"

Tsarevitch Ivan answered sincerely, telling all about his misfortune without hiding anything.

''And why didst thou burn the frog skin? It was wrong to do so. Listen now to me. Vassilissa was born wiser than her own father, and as he envied his daughter's wisdom he condemned her to be a frog for three long years. But I pity thee and want to help thee. Here is a magic ball. In whatever direction this ball rolls, follow without fear."

Ivan Tsarevitch thanked the good old man, and followed his new guide, the ball. Long, very long, was his road. One day in a wide, flowery field he met a bear, a big Russian bear. Ivan Tsarevitch took his bow and was ready to shoot the bear.

"Do not kill me, kind Tsarevitch," said the bear. "Who knows but that I maybe useful to thee?" And Ivan did not shoot the bear.

Above in the sunny air there flew a duck, a lovely white duck. Again the Tsarevitch drew his bow to shoot it. But the duck said to him: "Do not kill me, good Tsarevitch. I certainly shall be useful to thee some day."

And this time he obeyed the command of the duck and passed by. Continuing his way he saw a blinking hare. The Tsarevitch prepared an arrow to shoot it, but the gray, blinking hare said: "Do not kill me, brave Tsarevitch. I shall prove myself grateful to thee in a very short time."

The Tsarevitch did not shoot the hare, but passed by. He walked farther and farther after the rolling ball, and came to the deep blue sea. On the sand there lay a fish. I do not remember the name of the fish, but it was a big fish, almost dying on the dry sand.

" O Tsarevitch Ivan!" prayed the fish, "have mercy upon me and push me back into the cool sea."

The Tsarevitch did so, and walked along the shore. The ball, rolling all the time, brought Ivan to a hut, a queer, tiny hut standing on tiny hen's feet.

"Izboushka! Izboushka!" -- for so in Russia do they name small huts -- "Izboushka, I want thee to turn thy front to me," cried Ivan, and lo! the tiny hut turned its front at once. Ivan stepped in and saw a witch, one of the ugliest witches he could imagine.

"Ho! Ivan Tsarevitch! What brings thee here?" was his greeting from the witch.

"O, thou old mischief!" shouted Ivan with anger. "Is it the way in holy Russia to ask questions before the tired guest gets something to eat, something to drink, and some hot water to wash the dust off?"

Baba Yaga, the witch, gave the Tsarevitch plenty to eat and drink, besides hot water to wash the dust off. Tsarevitch Ivan felt refreshed. Soon he became talkative, and related the wonderful story of his marriage. He told how he had lost his dear wife, and that his only desire was to find her.

"I know all about it," answered the witch. "She is now at the palace of Kostshei the Deathless, and thou must understand that Kostshei is terrible. He watches her day and night and no one can ever conquer him. His death depends on a magic needle. That needle is within a hare; that hare is within a large trunk; that trunk is hidden in the branches of an old oak tree; and that oak tree is watched by Kostshei as closely as Vassilissa herself, which means closer than any treasure he has."

Then the witch told Ivan Tsarevitch how and where to find the oak tree. Ivan hastily went to the place. But when he perceived the oak tree he was much discouraged, not knowing what to do or how to begin the work. Lo and behold! that old acquaintance of his, the Russian bear, came running along, approached the tree, uprooted it, and the trunk fell and broke. A hare jumped out of the trunk and began to run fast; but another hare, Ivan's friend, came running after, caught it and tore it to pieces. Out of the hare there flew a duck, a gray one which flew very high and was almost invisible, but the beautiful white duck followed the bird and struck its gray enemy, which lost an egg. That egg fell into the deep sea. Ivan meanwhile was anxiously watching his faithful friends helping him. But when the egg disappeared in the blue waters he could not help weeping. All of a sudden a big fish came swimming up, the same fish he had saved, and brought the egg in his mouth. How happy Ivan was when he took it! He broke it and found the needle inside, the magic needle upon which everything depended.

At the same moment Kostshei lost his strength and power forever. Ivan Tsarevitch entered his vast dominions, killed him with the magic needle, and in one of the palaces found his own dear wife, his beautiful Vassilissa. He took her home and they were very happy ever after.

#fairy tales #folklore #folk tales #mithology #literature #genre fiction #musings #fandom musings #fantasy #pop culture

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froggykinz · 3 years

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!! would you like me to tag you in some photos of my flock of chickens and ducks? if not i understand!! -🌿

OH OH I’D LOVE TO SEE THEM :SDLJF:LSDJFL:J:LFJ

Well if you’d like to, that is eheheh!

Mod Froggy - Karin Misono

#🌿 Anon #🐸 Mod Froggy Croaks 🐸#( I like chickens a lot they're so funny heheh )

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goldenhour-goldenboy · 5 years

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26 - “Just shut up and kiss me.” With my sweet boy Fish =D Thank you

“And then, the little frog went home with his family and they lived happily ever after in their luscious swamp.” Frankie closes the book carefully before placing it onto Maria’s bedside table. He leans forward without a sound, lips ghosting a kiss onto her forehead and pulls her yellow plush blanket a little higher. The only sound as he heaves himself out of the old reading chair he’s picked up on a yard sale are his light footsteps as he moves towards the door, closing it almost, just almost, shut on his way out.

You’re in bed with your own bed as you watch him waddle through the door, plopping down face first onto the mattress with an exhausted sigh. Placing the book in your lap with a hand in between the pages to remember where you stopped reading, your other hand moves to the back of Frankie’s hard, gently drawing small circles onto his scalp. “How’s the little froggy? Is their swamp still luscious?”

Frankie moves his head, planting his cheek against the soft material of your throw blanket, so he doesn’t swallow a whole lot of lint as he answers. “Happy in his dirty swamp water, as always.”

“You had to read till the end?”

Frankie groans in response and although you’re not sure if it’s from your fingers that move down to the back of his neck, you take it as a yes. “She doesn’t go to sleep until she knows the family’s back together.”

“Hm.”

For a moment the bedroom is quiet. You’re almost sure he’s falling asleep beside you, fully dressed and placed halfway across the mattress, until he drags himself up and on his knees. He’s almost made his way off the bed, probably on to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed, as he leans forward to steal a short kiss from you - which you dodge with your book raising up. Frankie’s lips collide with the cover and his eyes watch you over the corner taken aback.

“Excuse you?”

You press the book a little bit further into his direction, keeping him at an arms distant. “You still smell of pot roast from dinner.”

“You ate that as well!”

“Yes.” You admit, “But I’ve brushed my teeth already and now my breath tastes of nothing but fresh mint.”

“Really?” Frankie leans forward again, pressing the book a bit your way. “Let me see … “

“No!” You laugh but push back against with your hand, the cover now resting in his chin. “No kisses until you’ve brushed your teeth!”

“Are you for real right now?”

“Babe, I feel like I can taste the chicken from here and I haven’t gone near your lips yet! No kissing until brushed teeth.” You repeat yourself, this time emphasizing the words with small pushes of your book. Still, Frankie seems adamant to get his kiss, grabbing the book out of your hand before crawling up your body, hands of either side of you to trap you underneath him. You squeal - not too loud, you remind yourself, Maria’s just fallen asleep - as he starts to pepper small kisses all over your face, trying to get your lips but you throw your head from left to right to dodge his mouth on every attempt.

“Stop it!”

“Just give me a kiss!”

“You smell like onions and chicken!”

“Just shut up and kiss me!”

“No!”

“Just a small one!”

“Daddy?”

The stealing of kisses is cut short as both of you turn to the timid voice from the hallway, Maria standing in your doorframe, squinting against the lights of your room. Her hand’s clutched around one of her plushies and looking through your tussled hair you’re not sure which one. Guessing from the color it might be the rabbit. Or maybe the duck …

“What are you doing?”

Frankie looks at you with at you with reddened cheeks, not because he’s embarrassed - after all, both of you are still fully clothed - but because he truly was putting everything he had into getting that kiss from you. You take the opportunity to slip out from underneath him, padding over to Maria who watches you with tired eyes.

“Nothing, we’re just, uh ..”

“Playing around.” He offers from the bed, stretching out on the space you’ve warmed up for the last 20 minutes.

“I’m sorry we woke you up. C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.” Maria obeys in a heartbeat, padding back to her room already in hopes of a second bedtime story that evening and you throw Frankie a look over your shoulder as you follow behind her.

“Take your time, Y/N. I’ll be waiting here for you until you come back, no worries.”

#francisco catfish morales #francisco catfish morales imagine #francisco catfish morales x reader #francisco morales #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales imagine #triple frontier #i kinda love this one??#if i do say so myself

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tinysaurus-rex · 7 years

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Forgot to post this- as requested, here’s Wee Peepins McGee and Sir Elton John. They are both best bros and lovers.

Peepins is the son of Leah and Ramen, the lesbian ducks. He’s biologically Leah’s (a blue Swedish hen) and his pop is a wild mallard who visits our pond every year named Hermando (it’s a pun). Leah murdered Peepins’ brother at less than a day old, and my mom dived into the pond to save Peepins while a frog was trying to swallow the poor duckling. We managed to pair baby Peepins up with Ramen and she protected him from Leah who was still trying to murder him.

He grew up strong and beautiful, bigger than his moms but Leah kept him in his place. The next spring my mom decided it was a good idea to sell Leah…I’m..not sure why, but the ducks are hers so whatev. Well this turned Peepins into a monster. Ramen was sitting on her nest at the time, and he was very polite as she was brooding. But..when their ducklings hatched he was awful. He tried to kill the ducklings and kept Ramen away from them. She was forced to stay with him as much as she wanted to be with her babies for their own safety.

Astonishingly the little ones made it without a mother. Even when they were grown and bigger than Peepins he still chased them and wouldn’t allow Ramen near them. We could see her health declining, she was miserable, her feathers were ragged and her neck was starting to go bare from Peeping raping her all the time.

We decided to sell the ducklings and Ramen and Peepins if we could catch them- our ducks were practically wild and only came near us when we fed them. This (wonderful!) family who own a sheep farm contacted us when they saw the ad and said they would take the all the ducks, they came and got the ducklings who were very easy to catch and said they would take Ramen and Peepins once we could catch them.

We were debating wether or not to shoot Peepins and allow Ramen to hatch out ducklings so she could have companions at the time. See, Ramen is special to us. She’s the descendent of our beloved Ichy, a mallard hen we raised with our first flock of chickens. We ended up deciding it was for the best to not have any ducks and that the sheep farm was an awesome home. Since Ramen was broody she was easy to catch so a few days after they took her babies, we drove down to their farm (they weren’t home at the time and said it was okay to just drop her off) with her and the eggs she was setting on.

Oh man, it was amazing. We let her out of the carrier at their pond, her babies were on the other side sitting under some chairs. She went right into the water and started crying for them, all 10 of her babies poured into the water and surrounded her. They made happy duck songs, bathed and spun around her. It made us teary, she was finally able to be with her babies.

So now we were stuck with the lone asshole, Wee Peepins McGee. He was pathetic. Alone. Not sure what to do with himself. My mom kept saying she was gonna kill him but she couldn’t bring herself to. He wasn’t doing anything wrong now and his only company was the occasionally wood duck pair that flew into the pond. Hermando stopped by with his wife (who is Ramen’s feral baby!) and offered companionship, but they had their own life to live and likely went to raise this year’s family elsewhere (Froggy, the hen, learned the hard way that our pond isn’t a good place to hatch eggs unless you’re willing to nest in the human-made shelters).

One day my mom just said fuck it and looked on Craigslist for a drake to pair up with Peepins. Same-sex couples are always the way to go with ducks, it’s rare to find a boy like Hermando who’s nice to his lady. After a bit of searching we found a khaki Campbell boy who needed a home so we met up with his owner to pick him up. We brought him home and named him Sir Elton John to encourage him to be gay.

At first Peepins was Terrified of Elton and wanted to get away from him, Elton just wanted to get back from his old flock. The first night we had Elton sleep in the pigeon loft out of fear that he would run into the road and get hit without us there to keep him by the pond. The next morning though, Peepins went to find him and they fell in love! Now the boys are a very happy couple, they’re never apart, they eat together and when they bang they switch who’s topping and are so gentle with one another :,)

So yeah, that’s the story of the current pair of ducks that we don’t really want but love anyways, even though one of them used to abuse our favorite hen.

#long post #ducks #wee Peepins McGee #Sir Elton John #rape mention #gay ducks #lesbian ducks

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mrfirefoxgym · 7 years

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A glimpse of hell - mean nicknames created by the Chinese Gymternet

NDISCLAIMER:

1. Do not read this if you are easily offended by mean names, satirical jokes or dark humour.

2. The Chinese gymternet culture, and its internet culture as a whole, is very different from the ones on tumblr. Partly due to its insularity, certain terms used in the Chinese gymternet could come across to you as too rude or brass or unacceptable. However, please also take into account the difference in the cultural aspect as well. As a common dweller in the Chinese gymternet community, I can promise that 95% of the satirical teasings or mean names created by the Chinese has no derogatory intention. The truly degrading, racist or sexist nicknames have also been filtered out by me, so rest assured.

So now, if you are ready, please read on:

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Part 1. Basic terminology to nickname-creation

A. 野鸡 (ye-ji) noun./adj. - pheasant; wild chicken (direct translation)

“Before anyone is worthy of being bestowed upon a nickname by the Chinese gymternet god, they are all wild chickens.”

The term “wild chicken” is not limited to the gymternet community - it is the umbrella term for all athletes who are either 1.not well known 2.not very good at the sport 3.both. Wild chicken can be used both as a noun and an adjective. Though initially carrying a negative and even derogatory connotation, the tone now is much more neutral. An example for the use of “wild chicken” with a neutral connotation would be -

“Who is that wild chicken on bars? She’s pretty good.”

When used as an adjective, it is normally used to describe a routine that is underwhelming. For example “Songsong’s vault is quite 野鸡.”

When used to describe man, use 野鸭, or wild duck, instead of chicken.

B. 女士/小姐 noun. - Ms/Mdm/Miss

Using an overly formal term to address an athlete is one of the most basic satirical trick used by the Chinese community. I’m not sure when and who first created this but oh boy does this thing spread fast! Similar to wild chicken, this term first carries a negative connotation, but some people liked it so much they start to call everybody, including the ones they love, with a Ms something something. More often than not though this term still carries a mocking tone to it.

Example: “Oh what a spectacular performance by Mdm____, she could have scored full marks in the 10-points scoring system!”

C. 好粉丝 noun. - Good fans

With its true meaning being “biased fans”, this word is often used to mock comments or other netizens for being...well...too biased.

Example: “Good lord, those good fans are saying ____ is capable of winning gold again, what a joke!”

With the 3 most basic terminology in mind, lets move to more specific nicknames for gymnasts and countries.

Part 2 - specific nicknames and its origin (names not written in any order, just writing them down as I remember them)

1. Victoria Komova - 擦擦，擦地，擦四步（scratchy，ground-wiper, wipe-4-steps)

Origin: 擦 (pronounced as tsah), means “to wipe” or “to scratch”. The name 擦擦 came after YOG in 2010 when Komova scratched her feet on the ground during bars final and then backed 4 steps during floor final - the Chinese netizens then begin saying that Komova is wiping the floor with her feet and there goes the “wipe-4-steps” and the “ground-wiper”. While used as a mocking nickname initially, most people now, even her fans, still refer to her as “scratchy” or “擦擦“.

2. Kyla Ross - 敦煌飞仙 (Buddha’s heavenly leap)

Origin: It is extremely hard to translate the proverb 敦煌飞仙. The term “敦煌” is related to Buddism whereas 飞仙 means something like “flying to heaven”? It’s a buddist term and I’m not able to capture the exact meaning as well... anyway, the term came after Kyla’s super awkward fell during her 2015 Jesolo floor routine, and then one of the netizens who didn’t really like her wrote “OH MY HOW BEAUTIFUL, ITS LIKE A BUDDHA’S HEAVENLY LEAP”, and then suddenly everybody started to use it lmao. It is initially used to address Kyla Ross’s fall, but has now extended to all kinds of lurching kind of fall on floors. It definitely is still used to mock people though.

3. Riley McCusker - 鸡翅膀 - Chicken Wing

Origin: Her 2016 floor choreography is just really weird and has hand movements like a “flapping wild chicken”, and if you have read the things I wrote above you will know being related to a “wild chicken” is NOT good for your image on the gymternet lmao.

4. Nastia Liukin - 青蛙，娃娃 - frog, froggy

Origin: It’s due to the cowboying on her double front. One of the disgusted netizen commented that her posture during the double front is like a “leadping frog” and thats it lol. It is also notable that Nastia is a pretty controversial figure in the chinese gymternet, with large groups of fans and haters. The haters all address her as froggy and the fans will call her 公主 - princess.

5. Deng Yalan - 种地小姐 - Miss peasant

Origin: So last year it became clear to the fans that Deng got addicted to a K-pop star and ended up semi-quitting her gymnastics career. Then there is this huge whooha regarding what she’s gonna do dropping gymnastics and her education at such a young age in the future. Then somebody digged out her family’s background and realized that her family is not very well-off in the first place and they live in the rural areas. So disappointed fans begin calling her Miss peasant to mock how she somehow ruined her own fledgling gymnastics career.

6. Huang Qiushuang - 面膜小姐/黄面膜 - Miss Face mask/Facemask Huang

Origin: When Huang retired from gymnastics she opened a micro online shop to sell face masks. Such micro online shop in China is known for their dubious quality as many products are made without proper channels and regulation, and so yep people begin to call her Miss face mask for selling “fake products”. Whether the products are truly fake is unknown til today.

7. Zeng Siqi & Chen Siyi - 旅游小姐/拍手小姐/提包小姐 - Miss vacation/Miss hand-clapper/Miss bag-carrier

Origin: Siqi only did beam (and fell) during the 2013 individual world championship, whereas Siyi didn’t do a single apparatus during the 2015 team final, so mean netizens begin mocking that “all Siyi did is to hold others’ tea cup and clap her hands and carry bags”, and then they became Miss hand-clappers. Dowell is also sometimes addressed as such too due to her lack of participation in 2013′s WC.

8. Liu Jinru - 搞笑艺人 - Comedian

Origin: Because her dance and wobbles and fell are all quite...clumsy looking? Then some people said she looked like a comedian trying to make people laugh with all her wobbles and mistakes and now everybody begin calling her that.

9. Larisa Iordache - 影后 - movie queen

Origin: Prior of Olympics in 2012 rumour has it that Larisa is injured or something like that, and then she showed up to the competition almost fine (she fell on beam and floor but her difficulties are all back), and Chinese netizens were like “WASN’T SHE INJURED” when she showed up with a crazy difficulty beam routines, and there you’ve got the name!

10. Diana Bulimar - 布尼玛老太婆 - Witch Bulimar

Origin: This and the next one is probably the most offensive out of all terms SO PLEASE DON’T BE OFFENDED. Its also kind of hard to explain... so it all started with a superrrrrrrrrrrr Bulimar hater who also happens to be super active in the Chinese gymternet. Boy did he HATE Bulimar. And then since Romania’s struggling with the depth of talent pool the renowned hater started the “Bulimar is a witch and she cast a cremation spell on team Romania so that the entire gym program will be cremated” thing, and he talked about it in like every single fucking post lol, and it gradually got picked up. Bulimar is also known for having a “floor music of curse” back in 2012, as whoever is doing beam when Bulimar is using the 2012 floor music will either wobble or fall on beam.

11. Romanian team - 火葬国 - Cremnation

Origin: Its the same as above, 火葬国 sounds super offensive as it means “country of cremation”, it’s a very bad joke and I apologize if anyone is offended... So anyway according to this hater Didi cast a cremation spell on the country’s gymnastics program so that it will all burn to ashes, and because hes so active everybody got brainwashed and start to address the team as “cremation team”.

12. Other Romanian gymnasts cept Didi, Lari and Cata - 字母女士，Miss Alphabets

Origin: So it goes like the Romanian fans are super upset about how the new comers are unable to match the ability of Didi, Lari and Cata, or even do something that is memorable. And so in the cruel world of Chinese gymternet community such gymnasts do not deserve a distinctive nickname - they ended being called Miss H, Miss I, Miss O and Miss G, things like that.

13. Team China - 宙国 - Team Universe

Origin: This may sounds nice but it is not - it is used to mock overly nationalistic chinese fans who thinks team China deserve to win everything and anything, so much so they own the universe lmao, so they instead call these fans as “fans of team universe”.

14. Maria Paseka - 845

Origin: The degree that Paseka is able to turn on her Amanar in 2012. She got better afterwards but the name sticked with her for life.

15. Mattie Larson - 冷宫怨妇 - Unwanted bitter women

Origin: Not a very good translation, but its hard to be translated :/. 冷宫 is a place in ancient China where the emperor’s least popular mistress are kept, whereas 怨妇 means very bitter women. The term started after her falls on floor in the 2007 team final, and rumours had it that Marta had enough of her and is never gonna use her ever. So in that sense I guess the nickname captured what happened pretty well :/.

16. Zhang Nan - 巨星 - Super star/Icon

Origin: Netizens just don’t understand why Zhang Nan is so well-liked by the judges, even when the fans think she did her skills poorly in some cases. And then somebody said the famous line that “because she’s a super star” and then KABOOM everybody used it to mock her. There are also variant terms such as Zhang Nan’s late-as-always Ono on bars, called the “star turn”, and a falling LOSO mount on beam, called the “star mount”.

BONUS:

Deng Linlin - noun. - a unit used to measure the extent of one’s leg separation.

Example: Liukin’s cowboying on her double front is so bad its like 1.5 Deng Linlin.

And....thats about all that I can think of, against, please don’t be offended if some of your favs are on the list, most of these terms are meant as bad jokes, and some of them have shifted in their connotations so much even the fans start to use it. To conclude, I wish all of you have a nice laugh after reading this! I mayyyy do a second issue of this if I have more :)

#gymternet

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Sam gets sick. Bucky makes soup.

“Sorry, man,” Sam says, sounding froggy as hell. “I know you were going to come by tonight, but I feel like ass.” “No problem,” Bucky says into his phone. He pulls away to look at the time and the day, then brings the phone back to his face. “‘Nother time,” he says, and hangs up. Shrugging on his jacket, Bucky grabs his wallet and stuffs it into his pocket, along with his phone. He knows he has enough time to get to the butcher on Atlantic, but the one on Amity has the best kosher birds, and his mother did not raise him to use just any old chicken for soup. An hour and half later, he makes his way into his apartment. This would be easier at Stevie’s, but that would defeat the purpose. He surveys the wreck of a kitchen. There’s something dark brown and weeping on the counter by the toaster. Bucky knows from experience that disturbing it will lead to gag inducing smells, and he doesn’t have time to spare. Bucky sets a pot of water on the stove and turns the oven up high. Breaking down the chickens is easy - the butcher already spatchcocked them, so all he has to do hack out the breasts while tossing the necks, backs, legs and thighs into the stock pot. He quarters a couple of onions and throws in a few broken carrots for good measure. The tender, inner ribs of the stalk of celery go next, along with some bay and a handful of peppercorns. Bucky sets the flame to low and waits. Three and a half hours later, he has a gorgeous stock; the collagen has melted from the bones, giving it just the right mouth feel. Bucky spoons off the schmaltz, setting it aside for later use. He thinks about tossing it with some par-boiled potatoes, maybe forking out the cash for one of the tomahawk cut rib-eyes to go with ‘em, and wonders for a moment how Sam likes his steak. Bucky hopes Sam’s not like Steve - medium well, the fucking animal - and realizes it doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just a pipe dream. Boning the roasted chicken breasts, Bucky sets the rib meat aside and throws a few cups of diced veg into the stock. His ma always likes to add zucchini, and once she even tossed in some cauliflower, but Bucky’s a purist like his Nana, so he only adds onion, carrot and celery. He takes out the pound of egg noodles he bought from Mrs. Fierelli. They’re thick and squat and still coated in flour. They’ll trick the soup into a stew without even trying. Gabe walks in while Bucky’s adding the noodles, a maddeningly slow process that takes more time than it should. Still, adding them all at once makes a brick of noodle at the bottom of the pot, and fuck it, he’s spent this long cooking. Might as well do it right. “Mama Barnes’ chicken soup?” “None for you,” Bucky says, wiping his hands on the towel over his shoulder. “Come on, man, don’t do me like that.” Bucky shrugs, giving him his best baby-faced look. “Sorry. Got a sick friend.” Gabe laughs, then draws away, the smiling falling from his face. “Shit, you’re serious. Steve okay? Is he in the hospital or something?” Bucky shakes his head, ducking away from Gabe’s gaze to hide the flush of heat crawling down his neck. “‘S’not Steve,” Bucky mumbles, then grabs another handful of noodles to add to the soup. “Are you…?” Gabe smiles, then draws back and studies him. “Oh, hell no. You are, aren’t you? Goddamn.” Humming, Bucky says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you shut the fuck up, I might leave you some of this soup.” Gabe laughs, squeezes Bucky’s shoulder. “Yeah, okay. Hey, you tell Sam I hope he’s feeling better soon.” Smirking, Gabe walks away and Bucky waits for the flame in his cheeks to die down. While the noodles cook, Bucky grabs the egg, flour, and milk, and starts prepping the dough for the drop noodles. It’s probably overkill, but like his Ma says, anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Once the noodles start to float to the top, Bucky adds the chunks of chicken that he’d roasted earlier. He samples the soup, adding just a little more salt and pepper, and a handful of finely minced sweet parsley. Perfect. He pours most of the soup into quart sized take out containers and then places them into a plastic bag. It’s a 20 minute trip to Sam’s place. it should still be plenty hot by the time he gets there. When Steve opens the door, Bucky almost turns away. The look of pity on his best friend’s face is almost more than Bucky can take. “Oh, hi Bucky,” he says, half over his shoulder, his voice obnoxiiously loud. “What brings you by?” He gives Bucky a meaningful look, and Bucky feels free to ignore it. “Me and some of the guys had dinner nearby. Thought I’d bring you two plague victims sustenence.” “Don’t look at me,” Steve says, backing away from the door. “I feel great.” “Rogers,” Sam yells from the couch. “Who is id?” Bucky peers around Steve, and, damn. Sam is a mess. He’s got a couple of Sarah Grant’s afghans over his lap and is wearing one of Steve ridiculously big hoodies on, with the hood pulled up, and a litter of crumpled white Kleenex’s all around him. “Dude,” Bucky says, walking in and toward Sam. “You look like shit.” “Oh my god, fuck off,” Sam says, swiping at his nose with the Kleenex and leaning back to close his eyes. Bucky laughs, then holds out the bag of soup. “Here,” he says, and Sam cracks open one eye, looking wary. “Was having dinner nearby and brought you some soup. ‘S’posed to be pretty good.” Sam makes grabby hands and Bucky gives him the bag. Digging around, Sam opens one container and dips one of the plastic spoons that Bucky added into the soup, then tastes. “Holy shit, I take it all back. I love you, Barnes,” Sam says. Bucky smirks. “Yeah, well, my work here is done. See ya, losers.” He turns and heads toward the door. He gets away clean, or so he thinks, but then hears the door open and close quickly behind him. “Buck,” Steve says, reaching out to squeeze Bucky’s shoulder. “Come on, Stevie, not tonight.” “Man, come on, you gotta tell him.” Bucky sighs, shoves his hands deep into his pockets. “I know.” He looks up at Steve and there’s that look again, that pitying look, and Bucky can’t stand it. “I know,” he says again, looking away. “But not tonight, okay, Stevie. Not tonight.” Steve groans and drags Bucky in for a tight hug before pulling away. “You get the good noodles?” “Yeah, and the kniffles.” “Shit,” Steve says, and Bucky can see his mouth watering. “You’re still a jerk,” he says. “And you’re a punk,” Bucky answers, shrugging. “Make sure he uses the lemon, yeah?” Steve gives Bucky a weak salute, then turns to go back inside. Bucky walks to the elevator and presses the button, a smile stealing over his face. Yeah, he might be in love with Sam Wilson, and no, he’s probably never going to tell him. Sam doesn’t want that from him, and Bucky’s made his peace with it. But he can still take care of Sam. He can still send him to sleep full of the best chicken soup in the world. Bucky can get his love into him that way, and that...that’s going to have to be enough. @buffyscribbles because I promised.

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