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so my dude. my dude is not into movies.
to say that’s an understatement is an understatement.
i have dragged him to approximately… if you average it out i think it’s less than one movie per year of our decade-and-a-half relationship. Like, the only thing I make dates with people who are not him to do is go to movies. (If you average my movie-watching out, it’s probably also less than one movie per year.) I’ve gone with my sisters to some– Wonder Woman, for example, and at least one of the movies with Captain America in it, expressly for Christ Evans’s butt (it might’ve been Ultron, there’s no way I subjected my dude to that shitshow) (yeahh it was because there was a little kid sitting next to Middle-Little Sister, and as [that one character] fell riddled with bullets the little kid yelled IS HE DEAD and we all broke out laughing, which totally ruined whatever minimal impact that ham-fisted moment might have had) (i’d blocked that movie out…) – and I know I’ve dragged randos to some others. (I saw Troy with one of dude’s high school buddies, yes really.)
So I’m like. Working my way up to dragging Dude out to see the new star wars, because I don’t want to go alone. He thought Rogue One was okay. He thought The Force Awakens was all right. So I know it won’t be like, torture to go see TLJ, and soon enough that I don’t totally get spoiled. (Er. I hope.)
(You guys. I know. I don’t have it in me to stay away from Tumblr. And you guys tend to yell about shit. Fuckin’. Urgh.)
So I’m collecting myself to tell him this. I’m super, super bad at asking for stuff. It’s a major issue in my life and I don’t like to dwell on it but like. For real. Asking my dude to see a movie I really want to see? It would be so much easier if I didn’t care if we saw it or not. If I could just be like, lol, let’s go do something, why not. But we just went to the movies, for Ragnarok (which he did enjoy), and I, clearly, really care about this movie, so it’s like. It’s like moving bricks with my tongue to ask him to go to it with me. (Even though the literal worst thing he’d do is say no thanks why don’t you go with a friend. He’d even say it nicely! But I would be devastated. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I’m like this. Christ.)
Anyway.
I’m sort of working up to it, and I don’t even know what day it opens but like. Soon. So I’m trying to think of a way to broach the topic. And out of the blue, like as I’m trying to pry my jaw open, dude says,
“Hey, there’s a movie I kind of want to see.”
What? I– what?
“Yeah I read a thing about it. Somebody did a biopic about Tonya Harding? Only it’s supposed to be, like, really good? I dunno, I think I wanna go see it!”
… I… I uh. …
“What? We go to the movies sometimes. It’ll be fun!”
I mean. Of course I want to see I, Tonya. I know literally everything about that movie because Tumblr is obsessed with it because I follow people on Tumblr from back when I was super heavy into writing stories with Bucky in them so I’ve got SebStan stans all over my dash so I’ve been seeing promo pics of him in the moustache and mom jeans for like two years.
“Sure,” I say, “when does it open?” He shrugged. And I manage to dredge up, “Uh, the new, uh, Star Wars is uh, is out soon too and uh. You know I uh. Am gonna really want to see that one.”
“Sure,” he says, “I mean, if you want.”
I think what’s gonna happen is I gotta organize the Star Wars outing and we’ll see if he still wants to see the skating movie too.
(I won’t get spoiled for I, Tonya, because I fucking lived through it, I know what happens. Y’all probably don’t remember the endless pastiches of people getting tire ironed in the knee out of the blue in the rest of popular culture but uh it was basically ten fucking years of jokes about it.)
Anyway. I just thought that was hilarious. The way he was like, somebody did a biopic of Tonya Harding like I wasn’t going to have seen the entire trailer in gifset form already. It was adorable.
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so my dude. my dude is not into movies.
to say that’s an understatement is an understatement.
i have dragged him to approximately… if you average it out i think it’s less than one movie per year of our decade-and-a-half relationship. Like, the only thing I make dates with people who are not him to do is go to movies. (If you average my movie-watching out, it’s probably also less than one movie per year.) I’ve gone with my sisters to some– Wonder Woman, for example, and at least one of the movies with Captain America in it, expressly for Christ Evans’s butt (it might’ve been Ultron, there’s no way I subjected my dude to that shitshow) (yeahh it was because there was a little kid sitting next to Middle-Little Sister, and as [that one character] fell riddled with bullets the little kid yelled IS HE DEAD and we all broke out laughing, which totally ruined whatever minimal impact that ham-fisted moment might have had) (i’d blocked that movie out…) – and I know I’ve dragged randos to some others. (I saw Troy with one of dude’s high school buddies, yes really.)
So I’m like. Working my way up to dragging Dude out to see the new star wars, because I don’t want to go alone. He thought Rogue One was okay. He thought The Force Awakens was all right. So I know it won’t be like, torture to go see TLJ, and soon enough that I don’t totally get spoiled. (Er. I hope.)
(You guys. I know. I don’t have it in me to stay away from Tumblr. And you guys tend to yell about shit. Fuckin’. Urgh.)
So I’m collecting myself to tell him this. I’m super, super bad at asking for stuff. It’s a major issue in my life and I don’t like to dwell on it but like. For real. Asking my dude to see a movie I really want to see? It would be so much easier if I didn’t care if we saw it or not. If I could just be like, lol, let’s go do something, why not. But we just went to the movies, for Ragnarok (which he did enjoy), and I, clearly, really care about this movie, so it’s like. It’s like moving bricks with my tongue to ask him to go to it with me. (Even though the literal worst thing he’d do is say no thanks why don’t you go with a friend. He’d even say it nicely! But I would be devastated. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I’m like this. Christ.)
Anyway.
I’m sort of working up to it, and I don’t even know what day it opens but like. Soon. So I’m trying to think of a way to broach the topic. And out of the blue, like as I’m trying to pry my jaw open, dude says,
“Hey, there’s a movie I kind of want to see.”
What? I– what?
“Yeah I read a thing about it. Somebody did a biopic about Tonya Harding? Only it’s supposed to be, like, really good? I dunno, I think I wanna go see it!”
… I… I uh. …
“What? We go to the movies sometimes. It’ll be fun!”
I mean. Of course I want to see I, Tonya. I know literally everything about that movie because Tumblr is obsessed with it because I follow people on Tumblr from back when I was super heavy into writing stories with Bucky in them so I’ve got SebStan stans all over my dash so I’ve been seeing promo pics of him in the moustache and mom jeans for like two years.
“Sure,” I say, “when does it open?” He shrugged. And I manage to dredge up, “Uh, the new, uh, Star Wars is uh, is out soon too and uh. You know I uh. Am gonna really want to see that one.”
“Sure,” he says, “I mean, if you want.”
I think what’s gonna happen is I gotta organize the Star Wars outing and we’ll see if he still wants to see the skating movie too.
(I won’t get spoiled for I, Tonya, because I fucking lived through it, I know what happens. Y’all probably don’t remember the endless pastiches of people getting tire ironed in the knee out of the blue in the rest of popular culture but uh it was basically ten fucking years of jokes about it.)
Anyway. I just thought that was hilarious. The way he was like, somebody did a biopic of Tonya Harding like I wasn’t going to have seen the entire trailer in gifset form already. It was adorable.
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