*the Gang Is Hanging Out At The Curtis House. Pony And Johnny Are Sitting On The Couch With Their Own

Love how everyone's calling out everything, but i need to inform everyone of a thing called fan-fiction. Don't even get me started on wattpad.

Please do rant if you like in the comments or reblogs, love to see y'all's opinions

A wee bit of drawing practice

"Please, Spotty!!" Race begged. Spot went blank. 'Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Did he just call me Spotty?' Spots mind raced with thoughts, but his expression showed no emotion despite the growing red flush on his face. "Hey, you good?" Race asked after a beat, not fully snapping Spot out of his trance but enough to speak. "Yeah, jus' thinkin'." " Well ya done thinkin'? We gotta go." Spots heart speed up. "Sure." He said. Race instantly grabbed his arm and tugged him to Medda's theater. But Spot wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking of the long walk back to Brooklyn. He wasn't considering how fast the night was approaching. He didn't remember the few moments before the interaction and how he yawn three times in the past minute. But how could he? Race called him Spotty.

A Southpark thing I did.

Just went to Oklahoma!!!! Its so Outsiders core frfr!

Just went to New York!!!! It's so Newsies core frfr!

favorite bird?

incorrect buddie quotes part idk

Soda: Hey are we- stop screaming, its just me- are we out of cereal?

Pony: I'M IN THE SHOWER!!!!

Soda: Okay.... but are we out of cereal?

I just keep adding to this and it’s slowly going from a meme to something I might have to talk to my therapist about

Sis: hey! Do you know wher-w, what are you reading?

Me: the outsiders.

Sis: what are you watching?

Me: the outsiders.

Sis: what are you listening to?

Me: ...the outsiders.