Stephan meeks headcanons! Because I am absolutely whipped for this boy!
Asexual, I will die on this hill.
Like Todd, he loves birds and everything about them
He collects every feather he finds outside, cleans it and puts it in a notebook
He also does research to find out what bird the feather belonged to and writes the birds species along with the date he found it under him
He is surprisingly chaotic, he’s right up there with Charlie and Neil honestly
He’s just smart about what chaos he partakes in
He is a cat person 100000%
He blushes and gets embarrassed so easily and all of the other poets bully him for it (lovingly, of course)
He has had/currently does have a pet rat (look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong, you can’t)
Loves slasher films, especially the classics
He has a tik Tok account where he just posts random shit and his thoughts and has a million followers on it
His favorite candy is peanut M&M’s
He’s lactose intolerant but drinks/eats dairy 24/7
The only person who still calls Charlie Nuwanda even after he dropped the name
He calls all of the poets silly nicknames that he makes up, and they change frequently
He has his favorite nicknames he calls them though
He likes Dr.Pepper and will literally fight someone if they tell him it’s bad
Die hard John mulaney fan
Watches bobs burgers and once again will fight someone if they say it’s bad
Second to Charlie, he stays in contact with Mr. Keating the most, they meet up for tea/coffee and catch up once every few weeks
I feel like he’s an atheist or at least agnostic honestly
Doesn’t label himself as bi, gay, pan, straight, any of that. The only label he uses is that he is asexual
Likes men and women though, just hates labels (mood)
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Sometimes you need to go away
from your roommate in the living room
where you both watch TV together
and lay by yourself in your bed,
listening to music on your headphones
curled up like you were in the womb
maybe holding the stone the person you loved
gave to you, holding it up to the light,
letting it shimmer in the dim glow of your bedside lamp
sometimes you have to cry while holding the rock
because this was always its intention,
it holding you when you thought you held it
sometimes you have to write letters to her like journal entries
because sending them through text
would seem a bit obsessive
so many letters like unsent, unsealed ships in a bottle,
unsending out an s.o.s. because only you can save
you, it’s only right you would receive the letters
sent from you to you with no need of a carrier
besides the pen. and your heart.
Sometimes you need to go away
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