Then, I Wouldnt Be Having This Mind-numblingly Dull Conversation With The Likes Of You.

Then, I wouldn’t be having this mind-numblingly dull conversation with the likes of you.

Have you ever lost an AirPod in your hair? No? Because I sure as fuck have, ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS — in public no less. Nothing like having a micro panic attack thinking that it’s gone for a stroll when really, it’s chilling, likely attached to a curl, hanging on for dear life.

The way I fucking cackled.

(By the way, the story’s called It started with an ice cream cone by Finney13 https://archiveofourown.org/works/56528518?view_adult=truea)

Amen.

OH, MY GOSH. BILLY’S ALIVE. HE’S BEEN RESURRECTED. I HAVE TO ALERT THE FANDOM. WE NEED TO TELL STEVE.

Because no one’s up to the challenge of creating such a cinematic masterpiece yet.

But also, just imagine with me for a moment, cat lady’s busying herself with whatever it is that the new queen of the world does and while that’s happening— the scene cuts to dog guy trying to plan out how he’s going to survive in his man cave. With piles of dirty laundry and half eaten meals that are starting to grow fuzz. He thinks he’ll be fine turning his clothes inside out and picking off the gross bits until he isn’t.

I mean, come on, THAT’S CINEMA.