“theatre class,” steve repeated. “are you kiddin’ me?”
“i can’t ask mike or lucas,” dustin replied, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. “but my mom… you know, she wants me to bring someone, and i thought…”
“hey, we ain’t friends,” steve hurriedly said, stepping out onto his front step and closing the front door behind him. “not a chance.”
“okay, steve, it’s time for both of us to stop pretending that you don’t love playing video games with me on friday nights and that babysitting me isn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to you. we both know it.”
this fucking kid.
“if i see one person from school -” steve began, but dustin interrupted.
“you won’t, steve.” dustin’s gaze was more serious than steve had ever seen it, and if this was about anything other than theatre classes, he’d probably be worried for his little pal. “come on. it’s bring-a-friend week. you wouldn’t let me go by myself, would you?”
steve stared down at dustin for a brief second before moving his hand up sharply to hit off his baseball hat - which landed on the front lawn - and ruffle his curly mop of hair.
“might wanna pick that up, kiddo!” steve chirped as he sprinted inside and shut the door before dustin could flip him off.
TWICE the leafs have had goals called back for “goal tender interference” when the goalie CLEARLY made a move to save the goal. the problem wasn’t the interference either time. it’s just the goalie was in the wrong spot. like shit that’s how EVERY goal goes in. if he was in the right spot the goal wouldn’t have gone in that’s how the fucking sport works.
me talking about the harry potter movies: tbh i have a lot of issues with these films,, the script was an absolute mess at times, some of the costumes weren’t accurate at all, lines were often not delivered correctly, also some of the casting choices weren’t all that great either,,,
as soon as a harry potter movie starts playing: this,,,, is truly cinema at its Peak. hollywood at its full Glory. no series could ever dream to top this. DO NOT fucking doubt that i can repeat every line every character says in every single goddamn scene
Me, internally: everything about Subway is-is like infuriating. Yeah, it’s like, the people in front of you take too long, and like there’s no drive-thru, and like, it-it’s just all … I don’t know, I’m over-exaggerating obviously, but Subway is like the land of inconveniences. ‘Cause then, it’s like I-urgh. I have to be, “okay” and then like they’re like, “what do you want?” and I’m like, “uhh … sweet onion chicken teriyaki footlong on flat bread.” and then they’re like, “what bread?” and it’s, ugh, “flat bread.” And they’re like, “oh, okay.” And then they, they fuckin’ take, and they’re like, “did you say footlong?” “Yes, I said footlong.” “You want cheese?” and it’s like, “you want cheese?” it’s like, “yeah can I get um … swiss cheese?” And they’re like, “what kind?” And it’s like, “fucking…” Ugh. And they’re like, “toasted?” and it’s like, “OF COURSE toas—you cant have the flatbread and not toast it! It’s-It’s like spongy, gross, starchy-ass fuckin’ bread. It’s made to be toasted! OF COURSE I want it toasted!” And then they fuckin’ toast it, and they start helping the people behind you, and then it sits in the toaster for like twenty seconds longer than it’s supposed to. And you’re like, “I JUST WANT LUNCH!” And then they fuckin’ take it out, and it’s like ANOTHER person, and then you have to fuckin’ get a read on THEIR personality. And it’s like, “God damn it.” And they’re like, “what do you want?” And it’s like, and I’m like, “uh spinach”, and then they just fucking DESTROY it with spinach just like an AVALANCHE of spinach and you’re like, “I want like FIVE other things! You can’t just fill it up with spinach and think that’s ALL it’s gonna be!” And then you fuckin’, and then you’re like, “onion” and they’re like, “okay” and they put like two onions on it, and it’s like, “MORE ONION PLEASE!” And then when you get like some ‘weird’ combination like fuckin’, “can I get mayonnaise, and also sweet onion sauce?” They like throw up their eyebrows a little bit like: “woah.” And you’re like, “Don’t fuckin’ JUDGE me! I’ll eat what I want! I can make my OWN sandwich!”
Ugh, so, first off… sorry for dropping off the face of the earth and not responding to any asks. Without going into too much detail, it’s been a rough last three months and I’ve been wrestling with physical and mental health Challenges. I’m going to have to reopen commissions out of necessity, but not until I stretch my art muscles a little. So, to get the inspiration flowing, I’m revisiting my favorite indulgence.