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If you're reading this, I'm looking for a fic. It can be yours, or a friend's, or one you just found one day, but I'm getting desperate. I want a Young Justice zombie world story. It can be the apocalypse, or just some villain whipping something up, or a simulation, but I want there to be zombies and I want the team (or just a few members) trying to survive. It doesn't even have to be good. I would prefer Dick and Wally to be close friends and working together for a good portion of it. If they're shipped together, bonus points. If there's no ships at all, still bonus points. Please.
As an incentive (I don't know if this makes it any more appealing but I'm desperate), I'll write a story for everyone who links me to one. You tell me what you want, vague or specific, and I'll write it. I don't care what ship, show, or plot you're looking for- I'll do it, and dedicate it to you, if you'd like.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
Alright, my duckies, today we're going to talk about self-esteem.
If you've been around long enough, or simply bothered to travel back far enough through my stories, you'll probably have noticed that I didn't have much self-esteem to begin with. I was trapped in that fifth-grade-emo phase. But now, with a combination of "Girl Code" (MTV) and just some basic thinking, I've gone from absolutely despising myself to loving myself. I went from some moping, angsting teenager to one with a brilliant God Complex-- and I'm going to tell you how you can do it, too!
Right now, if you're able, move yourself in front of a mirror, or something with a reflective service. My dresser has a mirror, and I'm using that. Alright, now that you're in front of the mirror, look at yourself and remind yourself of all of the things you dislike about your appearance (if you do). I'll do it with you.
My left eyebrow is higher than my right, and my right eye is higher than my left. I have my dad's eyebrows that need some tending to more often than I'd like to admit. I still have the cheeks of a toddler. My lips are too small. My eyelids make make-up impossible because they smear things up to my eyebrows. My ears are puny (smaller than my glasses' frame). I'm a little on the pudgy side. I'm covered in red scars that make me seem like I have leprosy. My neck's a little too long. I have man shoulders. My teeth are a little yellow. My boobs are smaller than my friends. (I mean, I'm a B but Jesus Christ, talk about boob steroids). Soy muy baja.
Bit of a list, eh? Be completely honest with yourself here. Find everything. If you need to, write them down. Alright, now, let's find some good things! (if you can think of any. If not, skip this and come back to it afterwards). I'll do it with you.
My hair is fantastic. It's thick, it's smooth, it looks great in any color, it's always a little wavy so I can say that "not even my hair is straight!" on some occasions. I have the best eyelashes on the face of this planet. They're really long and thick without mascara, and I personally think they're beautiful. The scars on my arms make me a little 'exotic'. My body provides natural heat in the winter months, so I can go around in t-shirts comfortably while people are shivering in their hoodies. My neck looks really great when I'm in a tanktop-- them collarbones though! My eye color is beautiful-- as a close friend told me, I've got little Earths in my eyes. I have the best ugly-faces for snapchat. Seriously. You won't win that fight. My fingers are the cutest motherfuckers to exist. Kind of pudgy, but still all delicate-- love them. My feet are tiny and therefore less gross. I have a freckle on one of my toes that is the cutest little thing ever. I get freckles if I go out in the summertime. I tan like a Goddess.
If you didn't notice, my like list is a bit bigger than my dislike list, but the dislike list still exists. How can this be, if i have some sort of God Complex? Shouldn't I think that I'm perfect? You see, the word "perfect" in itself is "imperfect". As A Dose of Buckley pointed out, if we could change everything we hated about ourselves, we would just find more things to hate. It's this imperfection that I really find myself loving. To further explain this, here is a quote by Cecil Palmer of Welcome to Night Vale:
"Imperfections in our reality are the seams and cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool, and sometimes we are annoyed, and disappointed. and that too, is a part of how love works."
I think that me using a quote there is a perfect example of where I get my "strength", if you could call it that. You can't build a wall without supports, and my supports have always been TV Shows, or video games, or bands, or even books. I get attached to every word until it's my entire soul, and it helps me get by each step. Even on my weakest days, a distraction has always been my crutch, and I've really shaped my life around them.
If you're looking for crutches, let me offer you some of mine.
Shows: Teen Titans. X-Men Evolution. Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Misadventures of Flapjack. Adventure Time. Supernatural. Doctor Who. Sherlock. Criminal Minds. NCIS. Hannibal. Orange is the New Black. Young Justice. Any of the late night news shows on Comedy Central (currently Jon Stewart and Larry Wilmore, but those names may change). South Park and Brickleberry. Bob's Burgers. American Horror Story. Welcome to Night Vale (does that count as a show?). Backstrom. Elementary. How to Get Away with Murder. Glee. The Fosters. Parenthood. Z Nation. Death Note. Soul Eater. Fairy Tail. Phillip DeFranco Show (on YouTube). The Young Turks (on YouTube). The Guild (on YouTube, with Felicia Day).
Movies: HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. Zoom: Academy for Superheroes. Ace Ventura: Pet Detective. Hannibal Rising. Silence of the Lambs. X-Men 2 (the one with Nightcrawler).
Video games: Bioshock saga. Skyrim. Dragon Age. Anything LEGO, but particularly Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, and anything DC. RPG horrors like Misao and Mad Father and Dreaming Mary. Legends of Zelda saga. Any and all Sims, but preferably Sims 3.
Bands: Fall Out Boy. Patent Pending. All Time Low. You Me at Six. My Chemical Romance. Bo Burnham. Panic! at the Disco. The Cab. Every Avenue. A Day to Remember. Falling in Reverse. Paramore. The Killers. Sleeping With Sirens. Florence the Machine. The Summer Set. Mayday Parade. Olivia Lane. Kenny Chesney. MS MR. The Academy Is... Marina and the Diamonds. Twenty One Pilots. Mother Mother. Delta Rae. Owl City. Elle King. Stromae. Artist Vs Poet. The Strive. Mostly Fall Out Boy.
Books: The Hypnotist (Lars something). Anything Hardy Boys. Literally anything. New, old, weathered yellow, bright blue, first person, third person ALL OF THEM- Franklin Dixon. Trouble in Paradise- Franklin Dixon. Hardy Boy and Nancy Drew crossovers. Mortal Instruments and Infernal Devices series. America the Book, Jon Stewart. Good Omens (Terry Pratchet). Kingdom Keepers (Disney After Dark). The Bride Collector. Hannibal Rising, Red Dragon, Silence of the Lambs, and Hannibal by Thomas Harris.
YouTubers: amazingphil. danisnotonfire. Tyler Oakley. Film Cow. Phillip DeFranco. The Young Turks. Markiplier. Pewdiepie. Cinnamon Toast Ken. Madeyewlook. TheRPGMinx. jacksfilms. Shane Dawson. Mytoecold. ManlyBadassHero. Lessamazingphil. Dan and Phil Games. Fueled by Ramen. Ray William Johnson. Jonathan Young Music. ScottBradleeLovesYa. Cryaotic. PauseUnpause. Nigahiga. Fluffee Talks. Ninebrassmonkeys. Omfgitsjackanddean. Capndesdes. Boyinaband. Cinema sins. Chase Holfelder. Roomie Official. The Fine Bros. Barely Politcal. SarahClose1. Welcome to Night Vale. TomSka. Game Theory. Mathew Santoro. A Dose of Buckley. VSauce 1, 2, and 3. Smosh. Pink Stylist. Epic Rap Battles. Peter Hollens. Julian Smith. Rhett and Link. Sam Tsui. Penguinz0. My Harto. Minute Physics.
They've shaped me to where I am today. It's okay to be a loser. Stay inside all day, curl up with your laptop, stress yourself out until three over having someone over. Accept the fact that you're your best on your own. People can be nice, but you know what? It's okay if you're nice, too. And, if you're the opposite and just need someone there, that's perfectly okay, too. A close friend of mine is the same way. Some people love people, and some don't. And that's all perfectly okay.
Now, back to the things you don't like about yourself. Think about them. I mean, honestly, think about them. Think about how dumb it is to get all worked up over stuff like that. It's how you look! Your friends, they like[d] you with these imperfections when you met. They didn't sit there and think, golly gee, let's be friend with that poor person with the big ears! I bet they're plenty lonely! No. No one thinks like that. They became your friends because of your inside stuff, whether it's a need for your organ meats or how fantastic you are.
And then, some more on the appearance thing. Let's go over to Google for this. Pick one quality, and Google it. You're not the only one with that quality, and a lot of people end up rocking that feature. Who's to say you couldn't rock it, too? It's also inspiration to show you that someone else may have it a little worse, and you don't have it as possibly bad as it could be. Maybe seeing it on someone else will help you see how good it is.
Got some bad qualities? Christ, man, we all do! What's humanity but one big, bad quality? I've got more than enough, and I still get by.
Yeah, we're all a little... you know, imperfect. But that's completely okay. COMPLETELY OKAY. See, without this, I wouldn't be me. I don't think I'd be anyone. These imperfections got us our friends. These imperfections shaped us, and look at us now. Yeah, we're the worst, but we're the best at it.
So if you get to that point when you're at the bottom of the ninth and you're the only one out playing, come talk to me. Chances are, I'm right there with you, and I could use the interaction as much as you could.
Now, this right here, this part here, this is me writing a bit in the future. A few people have taken me up on this offer and came to talk to me, and I'm... so deeply... flattered, or maybe honored, or elated even to think that these words have gotten to someone. Talking to a few of you though, I realized that I left some things out, so I'm going to go on a bit farther with it today, if you don't mind.
You aren't always going to be feeling 100%. Right now, I'm about a solid 3%, maybe 6%, and that's absolutely okay. Let me tell you why.
We're allowed to feel sad.
We're allowed to get frustrated.
We're allowed to cry, and bawl into our pillows, and scream and kick because it's just not fair, or it's all too much, or you wanted so much more from all of this.
We're allowed to get angry.
We're allowed to be jealous.
We're allowed to hurt.
We're allowed to feel.
Right now, pause what you're doing. Put a hand to your neck and feel your pulse. Count it if you want. Do you feel that steady thrum?
That's you, right there.
Take your hand off your neck, or off your mouse, and rub your arm. Maybe it's soft, maybe it's hairy, maybe it's in memory. Did you see that?
That's you, right there.
Turn your hand over and look at your wrist, either one. Study your veins, trace them over, look at the little intricate pathways. There's blood in those, and it's all over your body. It's everywhere, always remaking, always circulating, always flowing.
That's you, right there.
Your eyes, moving over every word, giving me a voice as you take in what I have to say. Your thoughts, and the voice you give yourself when you think, as you think about this.
That's me, and then that's you, but it's mostly just you, right there.
My point is, you are one person. You aren't your friends, or your families, or your teachers, or your government. These people, in our lives... they influence us, and try to control us, but the truth is, the only person controlling you, truly, is yourself.
That anger you feel? That isn't Becca's, or John's. No, that anger is yours.
Those tears that make your face feel hot and sticky all the same and make your stomach turn? Those aren't the state senator's, or your math teacher's. No, those tears are yours.
You feel all of these things, and your response is to feel sorry. You've got it in your head that it's bad to do all of this, but it isn't. No, it's just you being you, and you're apologizing for being yourself.
My whole life, I've done just that. I apologized for everyone and everything, for things I didn't do, and couldn't have done, and things I did that I couldn't help, and I retract all of those the best I can.
I'm not sorry that I stutter when I'm scared. I'm not sorry that I always cry at the movies. I'm not sorry for talking too fast, or mumbling, or maybe spitting a little when I talk because my retainer takes up a lot of room. I'm not sorry for being in a bad mood, or getting frustrated with someone, or trying hard to keep it together so I can make it through the day. I'm just not.
I did nothing wrong. Those things? Those are me. My life is dictated by me, and if you don't like it, see your way out of it.
So, hear me out, if you're reading this. We aren't perfect. No, there's no way we ever could be. That being said, there's nothing wrong with us either. This person here, this is me, and you there, you're you. We are how we are meant to be, and we will always be ourselves, and we can never do that wrong.
Chin up, champ.
It's not your fault.
You don't have to be strong, and you don't have to feel sorry for being weak.
Please, my duckies, know that I believe in you. I believe in you, and I love you, and no matter what happens, we'll find a way through this.
Roses are red,
The TARDIS is blue,
He's lost all his friends
So the Doctor is too.
An old man went to the roof
And jumped from up high
With a smile on his face
'Cause he thought he could fly.
In this never ending cat-and-mouse chase, we are both the mouse in a world without cats.
Sometimes, you just need to turn the world down and Fall Out Boy up.
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