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I just found some old writing in my email I did in like, 2012 in HS for a character from first person POV and it’s SO contrived and annoying and I HATE it but then I was like WAIT, good news, this character was contrived and annoying and I hated him.
SO I guess it’s actually good
He’s describing a woman in this passage and I feel like I’m reading a male author’s wildly terrible novel description of a female character, which I feel really nailed him. I HATE this guy, I’m leaving him in my email.
Can we have an excerpt of this horrible garbage man?
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“At first, she struck me as a cliché—a cracked china doll. Fragile and pale—she fit the bill. But I soon knew that she was somehow out of tune. Like an overwound music box—still lovely on the outside—but with stuck gears and pinging slightly off-key. I bet she was finding it harder and harder to pass every day as a girl with all of her pieces in place.“
I’ll kill him!!!!!!!
Bah, make him a main protag just to have the hate. He’ll piss people off, you’ll laugh.
I’m afraid you don’t realize the severity of this situation:
“There was an impishness about her that betrayed the bags beneath her eyes, and I admit I was immediately taken by her feline smile and freckled cheeks.“
We have to kill him. I could barely make it through any of this.
Have you considered making the actual main protagonist a mind reader who spends the entire book looking into the camera like the Office after hearing this shit? And then killing him at the end.
This is SO funny. That character? Me
Brie texted me that it took her 5 minutes to remember who Kallum was and when she did she got so mad at him she threw her phone so there you have it
Hey remember when US and Russia was all like “We’re the best!!! We’ve won the space race!!!!” But India sent a kick-ass space probe to Mars and the whole mission was fuel efficient, costed less and a roaring success in the first try and then they were like “…..wait no that can’t be true” and still have the audacity to call us “underdeveloped” or only view us as a ‘third world country’? :)
For anyone who needs more info, the probe was called Mangalyaan (which literally means space probe vehicle) or Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) and you can also get more information here and here
Remember when NYT mocked India for this very thing and an TOI (a major indian newspaper) responded with this? :)
They were being racist asf and we were till respectful literally fuck you if you think ‘third world counties’ can’t be better than you
white people can and should reblog this
Go India! First time I heard of this, the space media is always drowned out with the whole ‘who landed on the moon first?’ nonsense…
This is really quite a big deal. A tremendous amount of modern research ends up being sold to journals which require unreasonable payments to access it and only pay the original authors a pittance. It’s nice to see an agency like NASA deliberately widebanding its findings.
Not sure if people fully realize just how big of a deal this is.
THIS is how science is advanced. Not through biased corporate research, business secrets, marketing, paywalls and patent wars. But through open, uncensored and unrestricted public access to knowledge.
the avengers didn’t do shit for five whole years and then scott lang shows up with a plan and gets everyone working and by the end of the week thanos is dead, and y’all are giving tony stark all the credit? or captain america? or black widow? or anyone other than scott? scott lang was the mvp of endgame dont @ me.
Fuck this shit. She was just going to jump from the window now.
“I think you’re overreacting, doll.”
Did she say that out loud?
“Yep. And this last part too.” Steve’s voice was amused.
Darcy took a deep breath before turning to look at the two super soldiers in her kitchen and, -fuck it all to motherfucking hell –they were both shirtless.
“I think you’ve got something here, doll.” Bucky drawled, pointing at his own chin.
Asshole. She wasn’t drooling. At least she thought she wasn’t.
“Shut up, Barnes.” She replied, but she could feel herself blushing.
Bucky –the jerk –was still smirking, but Steve had sobered up. “Darce…”
“Okay, it’s time for you two to go!” Darcy declared with a cheer so fake she might geet arrested for it. “It was lovely fucking… I mean SEEING! It was lovely seeing you.”
Could Thor send a lightning bolt to fry her now, pretty please?
Bucky snickered and Steve sighed. She wondered how the hell she got herself in this kind of situation.
This could be the end of a great friendship and Darcy wasn’t ready for this –much less the conversation she could see Steve wanted to have –she needed to leave and regroup.
“Well, you guys know your way around.” She said brightly, squeezing her way between them. “I’ll just go to my room and…” She hadn’t taken three steps away from them when she felt hands on her waist and her feet left the ground. She squealed –and dear Lord, that’s undignified – but had no time to do anything else before she was thrown over somebody’s shoulder, like a fucking sack of potatoes.
“Bucky!” She screeched, because this was so typical of him, the caveman!
Then she heard Bucky’s warm chuckle and raised her head, finding him standing there, looking mighty amused by the scene. “Sorry, doll. This time, it isn’t me.”
Darcy felt her mouth falling open. “Steve?” She called shocked. How was that possible? Steve was the civilized one! What had the world come to if you couldn’t even trust the embodiment of Justice and Freedom? Traitor!
“Sorry, Darce.” The asshole didn’t sound sorry at all. “But we need to talk.”
He turned and started walking and the only thing in that direction was Darcy’s room. She wasn’t mentally prepared to talk to them in that place, because stuff happened there and they were shirtless! So Darcy took a split second decision and grabbed onto the door frame.
“Wait a second!” She demanded, holding on for dear life.
Bucky was guffawing –hands on his belly and everything –but at least Steve had stopped walking. “Seriously, Darcy?” He sighed tiredly.
“We can talk in the kitchen.” She hurried to explain. “Sitting on chairs, like the polite people that we aren’t.”
“You promise not to run?” Steve asked serious.
“Where to?” Darcy fumed. “The two of you can get me in a second.”
“Darcy…” Oh, this was his Captain-America-is-disappointed-on-you voice.
“I promise on the tears of bald eagles not to run.” She sassed rolling her eyes. “Put me down, Steve.”
Steve sighed, but did as she asked, though Darcy was pretty sure that this didn’t require that much body contact.
Once Darcy was firmly on her feet she took a deep breath and straightened her clothes. She would be so mature she would blow their minds with her classiness. Watch and learn, world.
Brock should leave the bar. He had no intention of getting drunk and it was strange to be there alone, but he also didn’t feel like being social…
Anyway, it was one of those nights, and he was better off going home.
As usual, Darcy Lewis ruined his plans.
“Babe!” She grasped his arm and pecked him on the cheek. “Here you are.”
It was a testament to how his life was nowadays that he didn’t even blink. “Darling.” He drawled, his voice drier than the desert.
“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m just a little bit late.” She continued loudly and dramatically.
Brock saw the three men right then. This bar was more commonly frequented by SHIELD agents, but all type of people came here. Like the three idiots wearing suits who were looking at Darcy. Definitely lawyers, likely beginning their careers. Cocky and annoying.
Brock put his hands on Darcy’s waist and pulled her closer, making her stand in between his legs. “Why are asking for my help?” He asked, more amused than actually curious.
“Jack isn’t here.” She grumbled, putting her hands on his chest. “And Phil told me I’m not allowed to tase civilians anymore.” She sounded really put out by this idea.
Brock chuckled. “I feel for you right now. I really do.”
“Shut up.”
“You don’t sound very loving, baby.” He teased.
Darcy glared at him, then she opened a a bright smile and Brock knew he was fucked.
“Oh babe, I’ll be more loving, don’t you worry.” She threw her arms around his neck and pushed her breasts against his chest.
He wasn’t sure if this was Heaven or Hell, because Darcy had the talent of making him feel this way. However, he did have a reputation to protect, so he couldn’t leave it at that.
He let his hands find her back pockets and slid in. “I’m not worried at all.”
