Tired: Insecure Autistic Character With Only One Friend Who No One Else Likes And Is Not Interested In

Tired: Insecure autistic character with only one friend who no one else likes  and is not interested in nor capable of having a romantic relationship and whose problems are all caused by his autism

Wired: An autistic character with confidence falling out of his butt who is liked by a lot of people, is canonically a ladies (and guys) man, and many problems are caused by people reacting badly to his autism.  

Richie: oh shit, it’s a girl I dated while I was pretending to be straight. What if she starts flirting with me?

Bill: Tell her you’re taken

Stanley: Tell her you’re gay

Eddie, jealous for no reason: Tell her she’s the reason you’re gay >:)

In honor of Rusty Quill Gaming coming to an end: here’s some of my favorite out of character quotes from the cast (it’s mostly just Alex being relatable):

-I think some other people maintain actual friendships. I myself don’t, but I understand it as a life choice

-I once had to explain to my parents that they should be proud of me because I spend all my time in a padded room

-I’m here because I like forcing casual misery on all the people I know and love

-Am I the only one that found God kind of hot?

-You can treat you body like a temple... of Dionysus

-Will they make it? I suppose we’ll all find out on ao3

-Aren’t we all just meat beanbags?

-Give me a second while I check my human interaction dictionary

-Souls just get in the way

-I don’t care about the content, I care about your misery

-I realized I can achieve my aims if I set my aims to “be punished and fail”

-I don’t like that you can all see the cracked foundation upon which I am going to build this cathedral of hate

-There’s numbers and emotions and those are the two most difficult things

Reid: “I’ve been having trouble falling asleep lately”

Hotch *handing him a bottle of melatonin*: “This will help”

The Next Day

Reid: “You were right, Hotch, it did help”

Morgan: “You threw the bottle at my face!”

Reid: “Your snoring was what was keeping me awake!”

Hotch *taking the melatonin from Reid*: “Okay, let’s discuss new sleeping arrangements”

I had to explain to my mom that no I’m not stressed because we’re on out way to drop me off at college. I’m stressed because Oscar Wilde died for a SECOND TIME in a role playing game and his life partner was going to have to save him AGAIN. Who needs real world problems when you have this level of angst

“I really hope my omniscient boss doesn’t look through my eyes as I read these top secret plans the Archivist made” I call as I pull up the worst smut I can find