Homeless Stanley, Oh How I Love You

Yeah maybe the curtains are just blue but maybe the author likes that you see that as symbolism for sadness. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe writers like when you find meanings in their works that they didn't think of. Just because it wasn't intended doesn't mean it can't be true.

Over analyze everything. Find meaning where there was nothing before. We found God in the stars, we can find meaning in the curtains.

I wish I had a best friend.

I wish I had a best friend but I can't tell anyone that because I have so many amazing friends.

But all of my amazing friends have best friends and significant others and they all have that one person who they put above everyone else and who puts them above everyone else too.

And it's not me.

And I wish I had a best friend.

No one talks about how lonely it is to be the third wheel in a friendship. Or the 11th wheel in a friend group

The people I consider myself closest to are best friends. They celebrated one of their birthdays without me.

I wished her a happy birthday and told her I missed her. She's in college, i haven't seen her since she graduated. She said she missed me too. But she didn't invite me to her party.

I wonder sometimes if my friends even like me. But then I remember that's silly. I know they love me. I guess they just don't love me as much as they love each other.

And God i know it has nothing to do with me. You can't control who you connect with. But for once I just wish it would be me!

Am I too much? Am I a pick me for wanting to be picked?

What's so wrong with wanting to be wanted?

I finished my essay. It's the worst thing I've ever written. I wanted to be rewarded with fanfiction but ao3 is still down. Might cry. Might scream. I need my sad brothers and angsty relationships.

Need to write an essay. I was reading stangst instead. Now ao3 is down. I should be glad I can write my essay without temptation of distraction but I'm just sad. I don't have an excuse for procrastination anymore.

I just finished Arcane for the first time. To be honest all I could think about was an interaction like this happening

Jayce: My first boyfriend turned into the universe

Ekko: That's rough buddy

I hate when I'm reading a silly post about the Robin's and Batman and then I look in the comments and without fail, every time, there's somebody mansplaining why that "actually isn't accurate" and "according to canon" It isn't that serious. I know I'm making it serious now but fr 😭

To everyone who loves Rosekiller, please watch Hannibal. Or read Hannibal fanfiction. I swear you will not be disappointed

I have no one to talk about this with, but I am so thankful for the bbno$ Jayvik cosplay stream crew and the distraction from other events of today (cries in American) that they provided. Made my day 1000x better.

Somebody please write this fic I'm crying that it doesn't exist! Red is Arthur and Blue is Merlin. One-shot or long fic idc! Just pleaseeeee!!! And if anyone does write it please tag me here or on Ao3! My Ao3 is Actually_Icarus

Please and thank you!!!

Recently I've noticed some parallels recently between Stanly Pines and Dean Winchester. The two families in general really.

Two close brothers and one extra brother and a judgemental emotionally abusive father.

Two brothers, one who takes care of the other even though he has his own problems, the other brother who used to appreciate it but begins to take it for granted.

The favorite son who doesn't see that he's the favorite son and only cares about getting out. The brother who leaves for college, who leaves his brother without looking back.

The other brother, who works so hard for the approval of his father, works hard to protect his family, but can never seem to do anything right. The muscle. The heart.

(Sorry if this doesn't make sense. It's Dean-Stan, Sam-Ford, Adam-Shermie, and the fathers.)