one of my favorite things about galaxy quest is that they built the set of the ship’s bridge so that they could shake the whole thing without warning, making the cast legit shake all over the place and struggle to keep their balance, but as far as i can tell it actually made it look less realistic
@ittybittydally asked: Do you think you can write an imagine where Dallas meets a new girl and she’s being super hard to get? But she secretly likes him (cause he’s freaking dallas winston) thank you, love! :) ♡
A/N: This imagine is absolutely horrible. I sincerely apologize for the monstrosity you’re about to read.
You had moved into town a few days ago. You hadn’t really gotten out much considering you were unpacking and ignoring the fact that you’d have to make new friends. So for about the past 4 days, you’d been shut up in your house with your mother talking your ear off. Go outside, (Y/N). Go to the gas station, there’s lots of cute boys there. To say the least, the only reason you are out of the house today is because your mom made you go to the gas station or the DX, you see from the sign.
When you open the door, a bell rings and it reminds you of your dad’s old run-of-the-mill mechanic shop.Your dad got a job here, as the “supervising mechanic”. You smell gasoline, not your favorite aroma in the world but it reminds you of home.
“Hey there, pretty lady,” a boy says from behind the counter. He has nice eyes and movie star looks and hair. “Anything I can help you with?”
You smile brightly at him. “I’m looking for my dad.”
He cups his hands to his mouth and shouts “Mr. (Y/L/N)!” A second later, the boy introduces himself as Sodapop Curtis.
“Sodapop?!” you laugh.
“Yeah.” His cheeks turn a light red.
“(Y/N).” He smiles.
Your dad walks in and stands next to Sodapop. “Flirtin’ with my daughter, Curtis?”
He laughs nervously. “No, sir. I-I”
“Why don’t you go help Steve in the garage?” Sodapop practically runs into the garage. “What’s up?”
“Mom forced me out of the house. I figured I’d come see you.”
“She’s only trying to get you to make friends. You can’t be lonely and anti-social for the rest of your life.”
“Oh you just watch me. I’ll—”
The bell on the front door rings, and with it 3 boys come tumbling in. One tall and mean looking. The other two look sweeter and less aggressive. Your dad winks at you before walking back into the garage.
From the garage, you hear, “Break time! Your boys are here.” Sodapop and the guy you assume is Steve hop over the counter to greet their friends. For a minute there’s small talk then all you can hear are whispers.
“I don’t know, man. Just introduce me. She’s hot.”
“(Y/N), you still in here?” You had been hiding behind a few stand up racks. You step out and stand beside the smallest boy. “Guys, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Johnny Cade,” He points to the boy beside you. “My baby brother, Ponyboy,”
“I ain’t no baby,” Pony says.
“Steve Randle, my best friend,” He gestures to the boy beside him with grease on his forehead.
“And Dally.” He nods his head to the mean looking boy.
“Dallas Winston,” Dally corrects.
“Dally sounds better,” you state. “Dallas Winston sounds too formal.”
“Call me whatever you want.” He walks out Johnny Cade following behind.
“I can’t believe you….” the argument between your parents has been going on for about an hour. You’ve been sitting on the couch pretending to read but you’ve had enough. You stand, grab your coat and walk out the door.
“Honey,” your mom calls from the doorstep. “Will you be home soon`?”
“I might. I might not.” And you leave it at that.
As you’re walking you begin to think of the things that had happened since you moved to Tulsa. Your parents fought more frequently—no don’t think of that. While you’re thinking Dallas Winston’s face pops into your head. You have to admit, he’s really cute, but he seemed a bit angry at you for no reason.
You come to a fence. You look around and notice it’s the drive-in your mom was telling you about.
“Hey, you trying to sneak in too?” You turn to seen Dally.
“Not with you.” You attempt to crawl under the fence, but you get stuck. Dallas crouches down beside you.
“You sure about that, doll? Looks like you’re in a bit of trouble. Might get the cops over here to help you out….”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t. They’d arrest both of us then and I just got out.”
You huff out a big breath. “Will you help me please?”
“Only if you’ll sit beside me.”
“Tough chance, idiot.”
Dallas begins to walk away. “Wait!” you shout. “I-I’ll sit beside you, whatever, no big deal. Just please get me out.” He puts his hands on your thighs and pushes you up. You crawl further up and you’re finally out. He follows right behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You shrug it off even though you secretly want it there.
“I said you could sit beside me. Never said anything about touching me.”
“Fine, fine.” He holds his hands up in a mock surrender.
You and Dallas are walking back from the movie.
“You’ve been arrested that many times?!”
“Yup,” he says proudly.
“I’m not impressed.”
He coughs. “Ummm what?”
“I said I’m not impressed by your whole bad boy act.” The truth was that you thought it was cute. He drops you off at your door, finally.