movie star hair

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

someone in the tags said they liked the way I draw Rand’s hair, and I was like !!!! yes, that’s the thing I’m super proud of!

should i use it as my new icon?…

anonymous asked:

what movies would the RFA take MC to see? sorry if it's a weird request Q_Q

Author’s note: Not a weird request!! I just finished Kimi no na wa and it killed me ♥ do you guys have any favorite movies?? because I need new ones to watch ANY GENRE IS FINE


  • A ROM COM, 100%
  • Of course, he uses you as an excuse when people ask him why he’s watching something “so girly” 
  • Yoosung had been waiting for this movie premiere for months
  • He bought his tickets in advance, came early to get a good spot in line, and had blocked all spoilers from his phone you had even agreed to come along with him!!
  • Everything was going PERFECTLY 
  • Until he saw one of his classmates waiting outside the same movie theatre
  • Quickly, he tried to turn away, but it was too late
  • “Hey, Yoosung!! Whatcha doing in line waiting for a chick flick??”
  • “Uhhh, w-well,” he desperately looked around, “MC really wanted to see this one!”
  • “Your girl’s got you whipped, huh?”
  • “…Whipped?”
  • You overheard the conversation as you came back from the bathroom
  • Walking closer to the two, you gave the stranger a passive aggressive smile, “Come on, Yoosung, let’s go.”
  • You dragged him away from his classmate
  • “Why didn’t you just tell him you wanted to see this movie yourself?”
  • He scratched the back of his neck, “I-I didn’t want to sound lame…”
  • “Hey,” you stopped and turned toward him, “If you were lame, you would have never scored such a cute girlfriend like me!”
  • You twirled around and gave him a wink
  • He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you in for a kiss
  • “I love you.”
  • “Right back at you… now, come on, we don’t want to be late for my movie!” 


  • Normally he would have taken you to one of his movies
  • BUT
  • there was a something even better out
  • “Are you gonna tell me what we’re seeing??”
  • Nope! It’s a surprise!!”
  • You sighed and continued to cover your eyes with your hands
  • he guided you to a chair and you felt him sit next to you
  • “Okay, you can look now!!” 
  • you glanced up at the bright title screen and oh my god
  • “How he came to be: The story of Zen”
  • “You took me to a documentary about YOURSELF???”
  • “…Yeah.”
  • You tried to act annoyed, but your smile betrayed you
  • “We can go see-”
  • “No,” you rested your head on his shoulder, “I’m good here.”


  • If Jaehee doesn’t choose a Zen movie then assume she’s been kidnapped and replaced with a clone
  • Seriously, the only time she’ll take a break from work is to watch movies starring the white haired narcissist
  • There’s this shirt she wears EVERY TIME the two of you go to and see one of his films
  • “Aren’t you embarrassed wearing a shirt with one of your friends’ faces on it?”
  • “Embarrassed? No. I’m honored that I get to express my fondness of Zen’s artistic-”
  • Blah, blah, blah, let’s just go see the movie so we can get home.”
  • “…Are you jealous?”
  • “W-what? No!”
  • She slipped her hand into yours
  • “Good, because I love way more than some silly movie.”


  • THIS LITTLE PRETENTIOUS PRICK TOOK YOU TO SOME HIGH END FOREIGN FILM you don’t even know what language it’s in
  • And on top of that, the entire movie was in B&W
  • So could Jumin blame you for falling asleep????
  • When it ended he looked over to see if you enjoyed it
  • “MC?”
  • “…”
  • “MC!!?”
  • “H-Huh? Oh, it’s over! What a great movie!!”
  • You stood up and stretched, covering your mouth to hide a yawn
  • He smirked, standing up next to you
  • “Oh, you thought so?”
  • Jumin leaned in closer to you
  • “What did you think about the scene with the flock of flamingos?”
  • “It was so moving, I almost cried!!”
  • “Hmm, that’s strange; there weren’t any flamingos in the entire movie.”
  • You looked away, “…I may have fallen asleep.”
  • “Uh-huh, I saw.”
  • He put his arm around your shoulder, “That’s okay, you didn’t miss much. It was pretty boring.”
  • You rolled your eyes and leaned into him
  • “Next time, I pick the movie.”


  • He chose a scary movie without hesitation
  • and when you get home you can BET YOUR ASS he’ll try to scare you
  • “MC, I think I just saw something outside!”
  • “Yeah, right.”
  • “No seriously-”
  • He watched as you ran down the hall and into the bedroom
  • Seven had to hold onto a wall he waS LAUGHING SO HARD
  • “…I still don’t approve of this.”
  • Once he caught his breath, he turned around
  • “Thanks, Saeran, she was SO scared!!”
  • Seven turned to look down the hall again
  • “…Actually, I think I should go check on her.”
  • Saeran watched his brother wipe away another tear and slowly make his way down to his bedroom
  • He rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen
  • He peaked his head into the fridge to find something to eat
  • “I guess Saeyoung hasn’t realized MC knew he was going to try and scare her.”

Earlier that day

“Hey, Saeran, wait up!!”

He was on his way outside when he heard his brother’s girlfriend call out.

“What do you need?”

MC ran over to the twin and leaned in close, lowering her voice.

“So, tonight, Seven and I are going to see a scary movie, and I know that every time I see one with him, he tries to prank me when we get back home…”

“This is true.”

“And I was wondering if you would be willing to help me exact some revenge on him. It won’t be-”

“I’m in.”


“You had me at revenge. Just text me the details, I’m going for a run.”

Saeran turned back around and left, a smile plastered on his face.”

  • He felt that same smile creep back on his face as he thought of what MC had showed him
  • “ I wonder if she finished setting up-”
  • “-her other prank.”
I’m Not Impressed

@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 wouldn’t.”

“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.

“C-can I take you out again sometime?”


“On what?”

“If you’re in the slammer or not.”

“If you kiss me, I won’t.”

You smile. “Promise?”

You quickly kiss his cheek. “Promise.”