my head's in the clouds

head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered // part 4

Summary: Stan is an alcoholic, and it’s just as hard on Kyle as it is on Stan. He just wants to help.
Warnings: please be cautious!! there is VERY heavy mention of drinking, alcoholism, and mentions of a parent’s death. if any of that triggers you, i have much softer one-shots you can read. this is heavy angst with a happy ending.
A/N: i just wanted to say i’ve never dealt with alcoholism (however, i’ve had people close to me with different addictions) and i did a lot of research online to write this. just so you know, alcoholism is different for everyone so how i am portraying stan’s can be different to anyone else’s. if you or someone you know struggles with alcoholism, i strongly urge you to accept the road to recovery and get the help you deserve. call a hotline, see a professional, go to rehab, whatever measures is necessary for you or your loved ones. recovery is possible.

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  • me: i slept 16 hours
  • neurotypical: wow! i wish i could do that!
  • me: and i wish i could live a productive life without having a cloud hanging over my head and blocking every obstacle, making it 10x more difficult for me to accomplish anything which then in turn creates more reasons for me to be depressed. we all want things, stacy.

The sky was the thing I loved the most. In the middle of the night I knew I could always go out on my porch and the starts would be there, shining. The moon would be there, staring back at me, beautiful as ever. Even when the clouds were hovering over my head, I could always count on my night sky, even if I couldn’t see it, I still knew it was there. It was always going to be there.

The sky was the thing I loved the most, then you came along.

You became my night sky, my moon and all of my stars. Even if I couldn’t see you, I always knew you were there, I always knew I could count on you. You shined as bright as the stars and what you made me feel was greater than all of the constellations up above. When you stared back at me, you were far more beautiful than the moon. And I knew that you were always going to be there.

Now, the sky is still one of the things that I love the most, and so are you.
Now, when I talk about you, my words turn into constellations.

—  almenotre 

We’re laying on the grass together. Your head on my shoulder as you stare at the clouds. I hold your hand and trace your viens and tendons with my fingertips. Your breathing gets heavier as you fall asleep. We spend this perfect moment together.

I was honestly so scared that I was going to be queerbaited during tonight’s episode. I’ve fallen for queerbaiting multiple times and I didn’t want to fall for it again or I’d end up getting hurt. So, I tried not to get my hopes up. I told myself not to get too excited or I’d be setting myself up for disappointed. I saw Stephanie’s tweets and promo pics that hinted that Rosa would get a girlfriend, and I was excited, but I convinced myself that the “secret“ Rosa was hiding was probably something else, like a dead body.

I am speechless. I opened up Tumblr and saw a gif of Rosa saying “I‘m bi. I like girls.” and my heart soared. It was like I was on cloud 9. It wasn’t all in my head. It was real. I canon bi character on my favorite tv show. All I ever asked for was a bisexual woman of color, and I finally got her. I’m just so happy, I can‘t even type out a coherent paragraph.

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