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casiavium Ā· 1 year ago
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controversial opinion but I feel like causing problems on purpose. I know Ghirahim is the interesting one and normal people multiship him or focus on his character but I just do not care about him like that <3 I am here for ghiraLINK zeLINK whoever you're shipping him with x LINK. skyward sword Link (and skyward sword ONLY šŸ˜¤ thee first Link if Hyrule Historia hadn't rewritten history šŸ˜”) is my blorbo šŸ’•ā¤ļøšŸ’˜šŸ„ŗšŸ’–šŸ˜©šŸ’•ā¤ļøšŸ˜«šŸ©·šŸ’–šŸ’ž and Ghirahim is just some guy
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spockandawe Ā· 4 years ago
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Okay, I want to pull together more detailed thoughts at some point, I think, because the sheer amount of material means I have about ten billion thoughts to sort out. But Iā€™ve read all three of the mxtx novels now, and loved all of them, in different ways. Though I already tried to figure out if I can pick a Favorite, and tbh, I canā€™t. I love them all in ways that are too distinct to let me rank them easily. And... man, itā€™s lucky for my friends that social distancing is in place, or Iā€™d be hassling them shamelessly to give these novels a try.
RIGHT. So.
The Scum Villainā€™s Self-Saving System: Shen Yuan goes to bed full of rage directed at a trashy webnovel with a grimdark blackened hero who conquered the world and collected hundreds of women into his harem.... and wakes up in novel, while that hero is still an innocent youth. As the heroā€™s abusive teacher. Who is doomed for a horrifying death unless he can somehow turn things around.
I think I had the most fun with this one. I really enjoy self-referential stories, and stories poking fun at certain genres, and Iā€™ve run into the concept of transmigration before (the idea being a person enters a fictional world, a la lost in austen), though Iā€™m blanking on any media like that Iā€™ve actually consumed. This was chronologically the first book mxtx wrote, and it has less of a sprawling cast with complicated relationships than the other two books, but it definitely has the thing where she lays early groundwork for later revelations that shatter my poor heart.Ā 
And there may be fewer relationships to play with, but my GOD, do I love the relationships we got. Iā€™ve been rolling around in svsss fanfic since I finished the book, even more so than mdzs or tgcf. Thereā€™s a lot of good crunchy relationship content with the 79 ship (they destroy me, all day every day), Liu Qingge owns my whole-ass heart, and Luo Binghe makes for a fascinating love interest. I love that even at his best, he remains a needy, needy, manipulative boy, whoā€™s so smart and strong and nEEDY. I donā€™t love how the book handled moshang, but mmmm the fan content is Good. And Shen Qingqiu does the unreliable narrator thing that is usually not my jam, but works so WELL in these books, in that his unreliable narration is hugely skewed towards not giving himself nearly as much credit as he deserves. Xie Lian takes this to UNBELIEVABLE heights in tgcf, but in Shen Qingqiuā€™s case, itā€™s done on such a casual, immediate, personal level that Iā€™m fascinated by everything he does.Ā 
And, since Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu is a millennial fan of trashy romance webnovels who gets yanked into the universe of a novel he hates, into an old-timey xianxia setting, the prose is SO COOL. You swing between modern slang and old school high society courtesies at the drop of a hat, and Iā€™m honestly awed that the translators were able to catch so much of that. Like, in-setting, I love all the nuance you can get inĀ ā€˜qi-ge should give his a-jiu the scrollā€™ vsĀ ā€˜yue-shixiong should give this teacher the scrollā€™ vsĀ ā€˜you should give me the scrollā€™. But then it adds a whole new layer when the person ALSO has modern-day casual speech bouncing around in their head. It makes for a fascinating, fascinating reading experience.
The Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation: Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian died. And then he wakes up! In someone elseā€™s body. Iā€™m not going to try to summarize the premise of this one, go look up The Untamed if you want someone to do a better job of this than me XD
Ahhh, this was the book I read first. I still havenā€™t watched the show (only clips) and Iā€™m not sure I ever will, because adhd is a hell of a drug. But itā€™s hard to purely evaluate the prose when thereā€™s also this gorgeous, beautifully-acted visual adaptation all over my tumblr to bias me in its favor. I think this book benefits a lot from the MYSTERY of it all. From the very start, thereā€™s the question ofĀ ā€˜what the fuck is up with this goddamn armā€™ that the characters pursue, even as that takes them through flashbacks and other arcs within the story. It gives a thrust to the novel that I think isnā€™t exactly there in tgcf, though Iā€™m torn on which one is ā€œbetter.ā€ This gave the story momentum, yes, but it also meant I was much more impatient in yi city and the 3zun flashbacks, because this isnā€™t what I was focused onnnnnn this is cool but how much longer will we BE HERE--
That being said, I think Iā€™ll be more patient with those flashbacks on my next time through the book, now that I have a better picture of where everything is headed. I think the balance and structure of the book worked really well, I was setting myself up for self-sabotage because of the pace I was plowing through the thing. My reading habits didnā€™t lend themselves well to the nonlinear storytelling, and it speaks to the storyā€™s strength that it held up that well despite me. And the CAST. My GOD. I went in not caring about anyone but Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji and maybe the jackass nephew, but... that Did Not Last. I didnā€™t intend to care about 3zun? Nope, too bad, you care so much now. Who cares about Xue Yang? Me. I care. Way too much. HECK!!!
And something that happens in this book and tgcf that was much less of a thing in svsss is that there are some meaningful holes in the story that Iā€™d like to be filled, and I really care about filling-- and the story doesnā€™t go there. But it doesnā€™t leave me unhappy, it leaves me cheerfully scrabbling around in the throwaway details trying to piece together a picture of what happened when I wasnā€™t looking. What happened to Wei Wuxian in the burial mounds? How did Hua Cheng take control of the ghost city? Idk, but let us Rummage and theorize and roll around in ideas and have a fantastic, speculative time. Svsss might hook me more than the other stories from an au+shipping perspective, but mdzs and tgcf do a great job of making me want to roll around and create within the bounds of canon.
Heaven Officialā€™s Blessing: 800 years ago, Xie Lian ascended to heaven. And fell. And rose again! And fell again. Now heā€™s ascended for the third time, and things are Awkward.
God, I just finished this, and Iā€™m still reeling. This is the LONGEST mxtx book, thatā€™s for sure. I also think itā€™s the most tightly edited translation. All the translators did an unbelievable job, I could never even approach what they accomplished, but I am genuinely stunnedĀ that a book this long was edited so well. I blew through this in about 3.5 days (if not for work, i could have made it in three dghsafdsgf) and my brain was cooking in my skull by the time I was halfway through, but I couldnā€™t STOP. I was ENCHANTED the entire time! I was reading so much my head was destroying me and I still sulked so HARD every time I had to put my phone down and sleep.
This book sprawls the hardest, I think, because it involves a cast made of mostly immortal/immortal-adjacent people, so time and space get... flexible. And I feel really bad saying this, because Lan Wangji is DEVOTED, but this is seriously the book with the most attentive and adoring and respectful love interest. Hua Cheng is..... god. I truly donā€™t think Iā€™ve EVER read a character quite like him before, and I am so, so sad, because I donā€™t know how Iā€™ll find one who lives up to these heights ever again XD I recommend reading this book just for the Hua Cheng experience, if nothing else. I was making audible noises at literally flailing at multiple points in the story, but most often, it was because of him.Ā 
Shipping is what usually drags me into a fandom hardest, and all of these books do pretty well for themselves, all of them have a nice selection of fluffy and crunchy ships to choose from. And this one... goddammit. I just realized, that the best, most crunchy ships are too spoilery for me to be willing to talk about them here. Hell. Goddammit. But I think tgcf has the crunchiest ship of all, even better than xuexiao. I was so invested, and then there were Reveals, and then I was like OH NO THIS IS TERRIBLE BUT MY INVESTMENT HAS EXPONENTIALLY INCREASED.Ā 
And something that I really, really appreciate, is that across the mxtx books, even though a lot of characters fit into strong archetypes, thereā€™s nobody that is blurring together for me, either within or across the books. Liu Qingge isnā€™t Jiang Cheng isnā€™t Feng Xin. Theyā€™re all blunt, fighty boys, but all super distinct in my head, and what I want for each of them is distinct and character-driven. I want Liu Qingge to be properly cherished and I want Jiang Cheng to relax with his brother and nephew and I want Feng Xin to [goddammit i donā€™t want to spoil this book AGH]. Itā€™s something I appreciated in the other books too, but I can really FEEL it in this book, with how long and luxurious it is.Ā 
And last thing I have to say, I think, is that tgcf is so long. Itā€™s so, so long. But I would FITE if anyone tried to pare it down at all. I canā€™t think of anything Iā€™d be willing to sacrifice. I enjoyed every last piece of it so much, and it was all ultimately SO well-constructed and interlocking, that any piece I can think of snipping out would take away significant emotional impact from what was left. Itā€™s a nonlinear story, like mdzs is nonlinear, and I loved mdzs a lot! But the construction here is so, so, so elegant. Iā€™m just in AWE of how well it was assembled. I was in Agony as reveals happened, because oh no no no no, now that theyā€™ve told me this, that casts this whole other scene in a brand new light! The one I read hundreds of thousands of words ago! Literally, I need to go start the book over so I can savor the shitty teens in new ways, given [redacted] as revealed in like, the last twenty percent of the book. The book was a fun experience, but thereā€™s so Much here that I know I havenā€™t even absorbed yet. I loved the other mxtx books a lot, and in many ways, they were easier to get a grasp on than tgcf was, but even before I finished tgcf I was already despairingly trying to figure out how easily I could fit a full reread into my life, and I think that says a lot
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originlist Ā· 4 years ago
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give me a chara from my collection of dipshitsĀ and lemme tell u three ships for em // accepting // @memorylostā€‹ gonna do archimedes in a diff post actually but. this is long and theyre all ritsu/dudes bc im hugely gay i guess. more women need to seduce ritsu theyre a good bf ok
1) robinritsu. robinritsu is real and canon. also endgame in ritsus mainverse. with charris robin especially i guess is where these are based off of but its just so GOOD. theyā€™re both dweebs who are really comfortable with each other and who both kinda. accept each others flaws and know how to help them grow. ritsu tends to want to hang out with the servants who have low views of humanity as a whole, because (mostly subconsciously) ritsu feels like they want to have the people fighting for humanity wantĀ to fight for it. they want their servants to have hope for the future just like they do, and feel love for something that makes them want to protect it. so for someone like robin who always feels frowned upon, impossible to be close to, not the type of person to be loved and someone who distrusts and dislikes humanity at large, ritsus justĀ ā€œim about to be so open hearted with this fucker that he cant help but have some of it rub off on himā€. and its just. its wholesome!!!! ritsu and robin are able to play around a lot and they trust each other So Much. out of everyone in chaldea, robin is the person ritsu feels most comfortable with if they had to put their life in someoneā€™s hands. robinā€™s the only person ritsu tells when theyā€™re feeling so burnt out in the lostbelts, and ritsus the only person robinā€™s let himself get properly close to and [me removing my heart from my chest] HGGH
2) ritsudantes. what i said about dantes earlier still stands. also ritsu is the vessel for the best possibleĀ ā€œsomeone will dieā€Ā ā€œof FUNā€ ship dynamics and dantes fills the first half of that trope remarkably well. i love ritsuĀ ā€œi will use my inherent poison resistance to hang out with a dude who always talks about how his presence itself is toxin because i think he should have friends :)ā€ fujimaru and dantes just being like. [leans in to microphone] against my will and intentions, i have caught feelings. you can tbh blame kirby @noirenferā€‹ for my love for edoguda LOL but look. i just think count deserves friends. and also to be maybe teased a bit by people like ritsu who physically cannot be intimidated. plus its canon that dantes cares a bunch about ritsuka and goes extremely out of his way to protect and watch over them while still being likeĀ ā€œ[scoffs] do i LOOK like a man who cares, foolishā€ and i just. i love that. its extremely cute. i shovel ritsudantes into my gaping maw.
3) ritsu/kotr.Ā just in general, barring obvious exceptions like gareth (baby) and agravaine (does not respect women and we donā€™t give ppl love and cherishing if they cant drink that respecting women juice). im allowed to live vicariously through my muses right? and i want to fuck the kotr. if i cannot make out with lancelot du lac myself, then itā€™s time for ritsu to live my dreams for me. every knight is cute every knight is good. gawain? wholesome and has strong arms to give uĀ  hug. bedivere? the perfect boy i would do anything for him and so would ritsu. lancelot? i would singlehandedly fistfight everyone whos mean to lancelot or calls him a thot. both versions of lancelot. i want berserker to [REDACTED]. mordred? very cute and i love his punk vibes and transmasc ppl with mordā€™s fashion sense are so fuckin choice and money and good. tristan? well he is there also I Guess.Ā 
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wtfistheinternet-blog1 Ā· 8 years ago
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Your Voice
Everyone deserves a voice. You, me, everyone. Some are silenced, however. Their voice forever lost, forever shushed, forever muted. They feel like no one cares, no one would miss them. They donā€™t matter. No one listens.
Here you will get a bit of insight into the silenced, unheard voices of some people in my life. Submit your story here.
Personal details have been redacted or modified to prevent any bleed into real life from this post. This is a release for many of these people that theyā€™ve never had, and desperately need and deserve. Any relation to real life events or people is purely coincidental and should not be taken as truth. Huge TW should be considered at all times reading this, as itā€™s gonna get pretty hard to swallow from time to time.
Thomas It hurt. In more ways than people understand. To some people it was just a thing that happens...like, "hey you're a teenager, you want it"...no; I didn't. I didn't ask for it to happen and I didn't want it to. Looking back, I can see it wasn't healthy...all of the "I love you" 's and all of the saving. All of the "I promise it'll feel good" 's and all of the touching. How do you tell a person you genuinely love and care about that you don't want to be with them that way...? Someone who already feels bad about themself and would take it personally...? They didn't know the mental issues I was dealing with...but that doesn't make it okay...I - and others - have made excuses for what they did but...it wasn't okay...I wasn't okay when it happened...I'm not okay when I think about it...but I'm past it...and I think I'll be okay... -- "Get your butt down here you lazy freak" Wow. That's new. I mean, you've called me a freak before but never like this...is it because I came out? Because I told you something I should be proud of, not ashamed? Maybe...it doesn't matter. Words...floating around my head when I least expect them...chasing through my thoughts when I want to be having fun. Your words have left a permanent mark on my life...I don't think you meant for them to...but they have. Self-conscious about my weight...my clothes...my...everything? You did this to me...it wasn't all you but...you didn't help. You're the one person I'm supposed to count on to love me no matter what...but it feels like I'm an outsider in my own home. -- Does it even bother you? Are you even sorry? You sit and tell me you love me...but god forbid I piss you off...pray that I don't make you so mad...that you hit me. You've done it before...but...I don't think you're sorry. I don't think it bothers you...I think you enjoy it. I understand, taking your anger and frustrations out on me...there's no one else. Better me than yourself right? But that's the thing...I flinch when you move...when you yell at me and I sit there "like a fucking potato" I'm scared...scared of saying the wrong thing, making you angry. Your opinion is still the one I cherish most...I want your love and want you to accept me and treat me well but at this point I'll take the best that I can get. But every time you hurt me, and I run away ready to break...I come back all put together...and here your words "please do the dishes" and "please set the table" and "please feed the dog". Are you even sorry? Do you even care about what just happened? You act like nothing happened...as though it's just another day of our lives....but it isn't. He won't stop you...he never has. A comforting pat on the shoulder is what I get from him...too little too late.Ā  -- Taking away the light in my eyes Each day filled with hate and with lies Consuming, I'm trapped Because, hey, life isn't gift wrapped With each second my head starts to doubt the path I followed here And I'd be lying if I said it didn't fill me with fear Watching all the other boys Play with all of their favorite toys But never was I seen Everyone afraid of what it might mean But it's different now There's many ways how No hormone can make you a man It is simply in knowing that you can I will finally look my age My mind and body on the same page Getting hairs on my face It makes my heart start to race Now I'm better than I was before I love myself I smile more No more hate and no more lies A fire igniting behind my eyes No longer trapped I am free Free to be who I am Free to be me -- Stuck Trapped A look in the mirror, just to confirm that you hate what you see A body that belongs to you, The only one you've ever known Long, wavy hair falling down past your shoulders Curves attacking you no matter how you turn A reminder that you aren't who you want to be The mirror image showing your reality Your mind holding a burning desire to see you as you should be A picture of short-cut hair, with piercing eyes to match A lack of curves, and all the right pieces But what you see is what you've got Stuck in a body that isn't yours Trapped like a bird in a cage, wishing to be free Wishing to look in the mirror, just to confirm that you love what you see -- It's happening again. Why? Why? Constricted breathing; short breaths. In and out and out and out. Breathing in is harder. Wait. I did it. In, out, repeat. Head pounding. Nothing heard over my thumping heart. Erratic breathing. Panic. Oh no. Why, why, why??? Not again. Why? Counting; 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 9. 1, 5, 11, 10, 8, 3. Words; ringing, swimming, screaming. Boobs, curves, muscle, lips, girl; why? Why? Head. Spinning. Why? Pain, hurt, ache. Sad. Body. Not mine. Wrong. Bad. Why? Binder? Yes. No. Don't have one. Need. Sweatshirt? Layers? Yes. God, yes. Flat, flat, flat. Height? Short. Sad. Tall? No. Boots? Yes. Tall? Maybe. No. I hope. Packer? Yes. No. Need. Why? Hair? Short. Enough? No. Voice? High. Lower? Please. Help. Lower. Need. Want. Baggy clothes? Yes. No curves. Yay? Not enough. Not enough...never enough.
Elijiah Today a kid asked why I was going in the teachers bathroom Which also happens to be the new gender neutral bathroom I told him I was gender neutral He said ā€œYou donā€™t look like oneā€ Which got me thinking. What does this kid think gender neutral people are supposed to look like? What does this kid think gay people look like? What does this kid think I look like? Also, What does society think people who are not straight or cis look like? Why do gay men have to look like drag queens to them, Or like they know exactly what to wear with what? Why do lesbians have to look like butch, men like women who wear plaid, Or have their hair cut short? Why do people assume people have to look a certain way? Weā€™re all humans and we all have different ways of expressing ourselves Some people, Like me, Canā€™t. And when we canā€™t, People assume we are what we look like. I look like a girl. Therefore in that boyā€™s eyes, I was a girl going into a teacherā€™s bathroom, Or the gender neutral bathroom. Has everyone been programmed to see ā€˜gayā€™? To see ā€˜lesbianā€™? To see ā€˜gender neutralā€™? And the many others? What is it that makes them think these things? Is it the media? Perhaps. But weā€™re all human, Weā€™re all different, We all donā€™t need to look like what society thinks we should look like. Society tends to bunch people together, But weā€™re all our own person, Keep being yourself, Keep being different. -- I was alone. I was seeking love in places I would never actually find it. I was lost. I was searching for the light that would never be found. I tried everything, I tried being pretty, I tried being needy, I tried being somewhat myself. Nothing worked. I resorted to the forbidden deed that I shouldnā€™t have. The pain just reminded me that I was alive. Honestly I wasnā€™t thinking, and then I did start thinking. I started thinking this world would be better off without me. Honestly I would never have done what I was thinking of, but it was such beautiful pain I felt. I hated myself and I only knew that kids had been making fun of me for so many years. Slowly chipping away at who I was, creating someone void of any love. I went on for years like that, a shell of a person. I never thought about myself, never cared to. I didnā€™t care about anyone else anymore, I had to keep the mask on to keep them happy. To keep them off my back. When I looked in the mirror, I hated everything that was looking back. Nothing made sense, the curves, the hills of my body. Every inch was foreign to me yet I had known it for years. I seemed happy on the outside, no one dares to look in my eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but for someone to look into my eyes meant they saw who I really was. All the years of abuse, all the years alone, all the tears, and now lack of tears. No one would dare look into such eyes. I was angry. Angry at the world, angry at the people who didnā€™t care about me, angry at myself for caring so much as to get angry. I wanted to get rid of my emotions. I wanted the hurt to end, I wanted the feeling of pure emptiness to fade away. I didnā€™t want to feel alone anymore. After a while I realized I need my self hate to continue to move everyday. I leaned on it like it was a person, I used it to comfort me. I went on everyday like a robot, doing the same thing. Wake up. Go to school. Go home. Do homework. Sleep if I could. Wake. Repeat. Junior Year came fast, Iā€™d gone through almost three relationships that ended badly. I was ready to give up on whatever I was hoping for from these people. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā They say that it will get better, they tell you to look on the bright side. True enough there is a bright side but the darkness always burns it out.Ā  -- It never ceases to amaze me How people can be so...Ignorant Why do they have to judge? They have no right Everyone has problems. To people who judge, You are not perfect. Neither are we. But you have no room to talk I donā€™t understand why. Why. That always seems to be my dilema for everything Why do ignorant people judge? Why do you love me? Why did you have to die? Why, why, why? Riddle me this, Why canā€™t we all just...love? Not even loveā€¦ Respect. Why is it so fucking hard To just respect someone? I could see if they lost your respect, But it does not give you the right to open your goddamned mouth To speak the words you barely even thought about To hurt someone without care. How fucking dare you. Next time, Just think before those words slip past your lips. Think about what you do to the person on the inside. Words fucking hurt. They hurt worse than any physical pain, They leave scars. You may not see them, but they are there. So think before you open your mouth. Do you want those words redirected towards you? So next time. Just shut the fuck up. Thanks. :) -- You thought it was over didnā€™t you? No, it never stops. The words pierce your heart, Blood flows cold down your chest, Your vision blurs. Not with tears, No. You donā€™t know how to cry. You wish you did, Donā€™t you? People cry to release pain. You canā€™t, It stays inside Bottled up. You swear itā€™s going to break soon, You honestly hope it does, Just to get rid of all the poison. You know it wonā€™t though. You know youā€™re plagued to keep everything inside, Forever. Not even death will release you from your eternal coffin of pain. You know, No matter how hard people try to help, It only makes it worse. Because you let them in, You let them in and wreak havoc on your already fragile state. Only a few you really love, Like the genuine love. Someone with such a scarred past, Shouldnā€™t know what love is. You do though, You barely learned it, But itā€™s there. You give it all to them, None left for yourself. You donā€™t mind though. You donā€™t mind not loving yourself, Because you never did. Sometimes you think you feel beautiful. Donā€™t fool yourself. You know youā€™re not. Many people say so. Some say not to listen to them, That the people wrong, Why are they right? Who's to say theyā€™re not lying to you? -- I am not who I appear to be. I am not what you see on the outside. Iā€™m not who my parents think I am, nor what my siblings think I am. Ā A few people know who I truly am, only a few know who is inside this shell. I wish I could be myself, I preach for people to just be who they are yet I am a hypocrite. I am a fake. I canā€™t look in the mirror, I canā€™t look at myself. There are so many people who are lucky enough to be able to be themselves, and I am so happy for them. Yet I am jealous, jealous that I canā€™t be. Iā€™m not choosing this, I really canā€™t. I know there will be fingers pointed, someone will be blamed for this and it will be deemed unimportant. It will be pushed into the back of the closet and hidden under a bunch of clothes hopefully never to be brought up again. They will not understand, they will blame and be angry. They think they know who I am because that is who I have presented for so long. They want to keep me safe, but really they want to keep me from myself. They think I will self destruct with this and donā€™t want to lose the person they have loved for so long. If only they knew that the person they loved died so long ago. They say they know me, theyā€™re absolutely sure they know, but if they really knew me how could they have missed the true me? How could they have blindly pushed me aside and created the perfect person to hold me to? I just want to be me, I want to be able to look in the mirror one day and not hate what I see looking back. Iā€™m already at a point where Iā€™m going to break. After all the years of being the person my parents created, being good, doing what I was told. Iā€™m going to break and itā€™s not going to be pretty. Iā€™m scared though, scared I might fuck up, like I usually do. This is not going to end well. -- I mean I grew up being bullied and shit, physically mentally and emotionally so i have issues yes but I have learned to have a hard shell, to never let anyone in.... I also learned to love people no matter who they are I don't care what someone is, black, white, gay, straight, redhead, or blue headed, You are a person and You are loved, and I feel like that my whole background lets me love people no matter who they are Now I do not accept people who bully, who are dicks or who know what they are doing is wrong, because that is just ignorance but I do believe everyone deserves a second chance And you gave me a second chance to love myself, to trust someone, to feel loved, to feel beautiful And I don't ever want to give this feeling up And I know things change but yknow what? I'm going to live in this moment And love you, myself and spread as much joy as I can Because I want people to feel as I do with you Like anything is possible and everything is And to be loved and to love one's self And be able to love people as they are Cause everyone deserves to be loved I am different and I accept that, I don't want to be normal And I feel like everyone should accept that they are weird as well because weird is a beautiful thing Now girls, They put on makeup and dress to show skin But I think every girl is so beautiful, they don't need makeup or have skirts so short you can see their ass, not to say if you feel beautiful wearing it... And guys, They are so self conscious, no matter how strong they look, everyone has insecurities, but they shouldn't, they should let people love them for themselves And for everyone who doesn't identify, You are amazing. So brave and so magnificent We are all special Now I say that carefully because no one is better than anyone else No one should ever dare think they are better No matter what color you are No matter how much money you have All those celebrities? They are just like us Human Just with more paper than us Big deal Don't try to be someone else Because there is no one like you and if you want to be someone else, the world will lose the most beautiful thing An individual someone special a snowflake And yes I realize that is so corny but itā€™s true Now I know there is a whole speech about how "you are not special" True there are millions of high schoolers who are nerds, millions of people in chess club, billions of people who get honors But no one, absolutely NO ONE is like you And that is the beautiful thing in this world The individuality of every single person
Jae So I was picked on a lot as a kid, for various reasons; for being too loud, too quiet, too short, too big, and anything in between. I didn't have many friends, and it seemed like if I made a friend, some circumstance intervened, and they would be gone. In 5th grade a made friends with a girl, lets call her Julia. Julia was nice at first, and shared many common interests with me, mainly Harry Potter. We were absolutely obsessed, read all of the books, and sang all the songs. We would swing on the swings during recess and sing Harry Potter in 99 Seconds, over and over and over again. But then, something changed, she became slightly more physical with me. Jabbing me in the shoulder, "as a joke" she would say. Over time, it escalated. It went from me making terrible jokes, and being told to shut up, to her threatening to make me crumple when she shoved her fingers inside my collarbone, nearly cracking it. Julia called this "move", "The Point". If I did anything slightly embarrassing in front of her, she would glare at me, and hold up two fingers, as a warning of what would come next. She enjoyed hearing me screech as we sat at the lunch table and she shoved her hand down my shirt once again. She began to start slapping me, hitting me, and doing anything she could to "control me". Julia had me on a figurative leash, and I had no choice but to be extremely compliant, or lose the only person that would ever talk to me, and she was very well aware of this. I never told anyone, not a teacher, nor a parent, not anyone I knew. I was petrified of retribution, the fear that when I told someone, she would come back and hurt me even further out of anger. I had to have some sort of outlet, so I began to pull out my hair. Trichotillomania. It was small bits at first, a strand here, a strand there. Then, it worsened, the one time I remember so clearly is sitting in the Challenge room, and pulling out a fist full of my hair as Julie kept tracing a sensitive spot on my neck with her finger. Once she saw what I had in my hand, she screamed and the whole class was focused on me. I bolted out of the room and hid in the boys bathroom the rest of the day. Then my parents began to notice, my mom saw that I was balding, because it was especially noticeable when my hair was wet. I was avoiding school, and played sick at least once a week. She became concerned, and finally, one painful, tearful night, I told her everything that had happened and she started bawling, and promised that it would get better. She went to the school and told them, and they didn't take action right away, my father, working for the town knew that this wasn't right, and threatened to call the police to report physical assault. Well that changed their mind real quick. She was given a 1 day suspension. That. Was. It. 1 day for her to sit at home and watch TV, to make up for the 9 months of hell I had to endure. The year ended, she went to a different school, and I was once again the loner with no friends. I had developed a lot of anxiety, and depression, and feeling worthless, I was an emotional mess, which didn't make my transition into middle school any easier.
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