I’d Say At Least A Fourth Of My Life Is Spent Telling People, “I Was Going to Go To Sleep, But

last night I saw a character that was so hot that I had to go to sleep about it

Back in high school I found Newsies online and saved it onto my Drive, and I would watch it every Saturday night until at one point I had the first half memorised and probably could have recited the second half with some help, but then the video got deleted and I wasn’t able to watch it for a year. The hyperfixation faded, so by the time Disney Plus came out, I wasn’t able to get back into it and it just became something that I used to love.

It’s always sad when fandoms fade.

I don’t know why this started but I freaking love vending machines. And not real ones either. I mean like, anime-style cartoon kind of vending machines. It’s the idea of a vending machine on a street where a group of friends meet up every day after school. That’s where secrets are shared and feelings are confessed. It’s where they go when they’re sad, and when they celebrate. It’s big enough for them to climb on top of and sit there, leaning on each other as they stare at the stars or the sunset. And even when they drift apart, move away, or find their own lives, when they come back to visit family, as they cross the road and see the old vending machine still standing, they always have a quarter to spare for their favorite soda. But real vending machines could never live up to my expectations.

I know it sounds stupid but sometimes fictional characters are so hot that it physically hurts me and I don’t know what to do about that.

These new American Girl shoes look like if Jotaro was a Barbie

I’ve never thought I was weird for being aromantic. Even when I didn’t know that I was, before I even knew the term, I thought everyone else was just weird for liking their crushes too much. Having that label is very comforting to me because now I’m like, “It’s okay, they’re still people. They just feel something differently.” Which I guess is what people who come to accept aros think, but I just find it funny that I think it in the opposite direction.

The first thing that has ever made me believe I could actually be loveable as an autistic person was a dating sim where it turns out that the guy you’re dating has autism.

I cried.

life is hard but Saiki K makes a lot of it worth it

While the plot of Barbie Princess Charm School (2011) is often criticized on the seemingly ridiculous method of assigning the scholarship via lottery, this in actuality works as a larger allegory for the world of higher academia: Madame Privet states that only 27% of the “lottery girls” graduate, and Blair, who comes from a lower class background, suffers, in addition to social ostracization on account of her socio-economic background, a learning curve, as she struggles with concepts that the other girls, who were all raised to be princesses, take for granted. We can presume, then, that the other girls who graduated were very likely from socio-economic backgrounds that encouraged them to receive training ahead of time in, for example, etiquette, history, geography, etc., giving them a distinct advantage in the system while disadvantaging girls from lower class backgrounds. The only means for students such as Blair to gain social mobility is via a mentor based system, in which a teacher, such as Madame Privet, personally oversees their education. While the scholarship maintains the illusion of equality, therefore, there is no equity in the system. We might compare this to the modern American academic system, which overwhelmingly claims to be merit-based while also overwhelmingly privileging students who can, for example, pay for extensive testing or an expensive undergraduate or MA degree. Furthermore, the emphasis on letters of recommendation puts an overwhelming pressure on students to maintain a good relationship with their supervisors which can in fact hide abusive power dynamics. In this essay I will….

Me, suddenly noticing the time at one am while thinking it was only eleven pm: Excuse me?? How long has it been Sunday????