after a stupid long time, i’m finally able to post my rmit grad film, for fear of little men! this thing represents 8 months of delirious work surviving off pizza shapes and academic fear alongside my friends, please enjoy
Hey hey! I finally finished my pictures based on the fic i’m writing along with Mae (over here). This time I did Angus, Gregg and Bea… All in Ms Paint of course because it was fun to do so.
Also… I gotta bring out the singing voice canons too. So with Gregg, my sister @j4m-ch4n and I like to think Adam Young (x). With Angus… I don’t know what his singing voice canon would be.. But I have been listening to Patrick Bruel and imagining Angus singing this song from Moulin Rouge so here’s a little treat fo you all (x). Lastly with Bea… I like Elizabeth Hale (x) (then she never sings again, so who knows lmao).
Yeah…. Just lame doodles I drew out based on a fic im writing on the side. Enjoy peeps. (owo)b
I look over at her, quizzical.
She points to the cigarette dangling from my mouth and gives me the basic line that everyone says to a smoker.
“It’s not healthy.”
“I could stop smoking at any given moment, yknow.” As I crush the supposed “cancer stick” to the dirt, resisting the urge of an eye-roll.
She’s watching me, obviously waiting for an explanation. God, why does she care? No one ever has before.
“It wouldn’t be hard, I mean, I’m not addicted or anything. ”
She laughs and suddenly I’m trying to ignore how good it sounds.
“Isn’t that what all addicts say?”
Judging by the look on her face, I know that wasn’t the answer she wanted.. so I stopped sugar coating it.
“I just don’t stop because I’d rather kill myself in a way that’s more..socially accepted. People don’t notice as much- they call me a smoker, not suicidal. I like it that way.