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@just-party-tattoos
phil so confidently saying ‘i’m gay’ multiple times holds so much power...........i’d die for my gay overlord
Hear me out here:
A television show done in the style of The Office or Parks and Recreation, except it takes place backstage in a touring company of a failing Broadway musical.
We never find out what the musical is ever about. We just get shown bits and pieces of dialogue, songs, and choreography throughout the episodes. But every new piece of the musical that’s revealed only adds to the mystery… it’s just a confusing hodgepodge of genres and seemingly unrelated side plots and characters.
And AND a bewildering number of Broadway greats are in the show but we only see them or hear them in passing or in the background. Just enough to make us go “Hey, was that…?” and we never see the same person more than once.
There has to be a running gag of someone ALMOST saying the name of the production, but being interrupted by Steve The Sound Guy for increasingly ridiculous reasons. Near the end of the first season, the reason is that Hugh Jackman is on fire. “Yeah, he’s a really great dancer, isn’t he?” “No, I mean he is literally on fire. He leaned on one of the candles, and no one can find the fire extinguisher”
So while I was getting my haircut, the lady asked me if I had other plans for the day and I said:
“I’m just going to pick up the boy from daycare and then it’s date night.”
And the lady says “Oh! How old is he?”
“He’s three.”
“Mine too! Where are you registering him for kindergarten it’s such a hassle-”
And that’s when I realized I said “boy” and not “dog” because I always think of Charlie as “good boy” but this slip up has lead to a miscommunication.
The lady is now 6 minutes into a clearly needed rant about how unnecessarily complex shopping for schools is, esp when you have a neurodivergent child, so I can’t just tell her that Charlie is a dog because then she’ll feel awkward for unloading on me and she clearly has enough going on.
So the rest of the haircut became a game of “how much can I say about Charlie without revealing that he is not a human child?” And the answer is “enough to cover a half hour hair appointment, quite possibly several hours worth if I’m specific enough”
“is he very verbal?”
“It really depends on who he’s with. He’s very quiet at he but won’t shut up if he’s at the park or has a friend over.”
“was it hard to potty-train him?”
“he’s adopted, but I was genuinely amazed at how good he already was with hygene and potty stuff.”
“mine’s just obsessed with paw patrol and Frozen, drives me crazy!”
“I imagine. Charlie is colorblind so he’s not as into tv, but he always wants a toy if I take him anywhere with them.”
“oh gosh the toys! And the kids are so rough on them!”
“yeah Charlie can destroy a stuffed animal in about 2 minutes, so I only buy him the really cheap ones.”
“Does he throw tantrums when they break?”
“Not really. It’s meditative, really, taking them apart. He has hysterics if the cat takes his toys though. Runs downstairs and cries at me until I retrieve it because he’s not tall enough to get it out of the cat tree.”
The Very Good Boy in question, Charleston Chew.
(if you want to read more of my much weirder adventures, I have pre-orders for my book on Patreon right now: https://www.patreon.com/gallusrostromegalus )
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Credits to whoever made this gif. 💛
i never post traditional art here but here’s a sketchbook thing,, my yellow bois
•i can’t believe how much I hate pressures of a new place roll my way•
🖤 Jumpsuit, jumpsuit cover me 💛
💛 Jumpsuit, jumpsuit cover me 🖤
spirits in my room, friend or foe? felt it in my youth, feel it when I’m old
a strangers back is all i see
hes only a few feet in front of me
and i’ll look left
and right sometimes
but i’ll fall in line
••• here is a second song from Trench.
youtu.be/8M2gWRMj0Y4
• here is your video for a new song titled Jumpsuit. ||-// youtu.be/UOUBW8bkjQ4
Obsessed.
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