I Have A Sneaking Suspicion That I Am Being Attempted To Be Recruited By The NATM Fandom

I have a sneaking suspicion that I am being attempted to be recruited by the NATM fandom

So uh today I learned that Night at the Museum has a fandom and a lot of it is people shipping Jebidiah and Octavius and I love that for them

(For those who forgot they’re the miniature cowboy and the miniature Roman soldier)

So uh today I learned that Night at the Museum has a fandom and a lot of it is people shipping Jebidiah and Octavius and I love that for them

(For those who forgot they’re the miniature cowboy and the miniature Roman soldier)

I CANNT

I’m tall, I’m tan, I’m young, I’m handsome

MIRROR WHEN I CATCH YOU MIRROR

(They wrote this in Astros server dude and still it’s so devastating I CANT)

alejandro thinks. and he thinks. and he thinks.

maybe in another world, he won world tour.

maybe in that world, his parents finally love him.

maybe his papa will finally tell him that he is enough, that he is better than jose, that it doesn't matter if -

if he's a little different from everyone else a lot different. who is he kidding?

maybe if he had won, he would have friends, then. actual friends, rather than people using him for his father's connections

but in this world he has lost

maybe it was always destiny

always second place, never first

no one ever chose him

heather pushing him off the volcano, eyes glinting.

he had thought for a second that maybe - but no. who is he fooling. he has never liked girls. but he did like heather, thought maybe they could be friends but - that's a mere fantasty, like his parents ever loving him, even in a world where he did win

no one comes after him

he is left alone in his humiliation, his loss.

his devastation. alejandro: the forever second place, the unloveable, the outcast -

he has tried to fit in. he never will. he will never be loved, not by his friends or jose or his parents or -

back to the drawing board. worse than, even

last year, he still held onto the illusion that one day, if he just tried hard enough, flirted with the right people, got the right grades, won a stupid reality tv show -

that his parents would love him

alejandro, alone at the bottom of a volcano, abandoned by people who loathe him, closes his eyes.

no one is coming for him. and no one ever will.

They’re besties okay I’ll kill canon