Just so you know I didn’t ask for this. I’m going to make this succinct and in conversation form.
*I walk towards Misha*
Misha: “I love when people bring props!”
Me: “I thought we could play Human Twister? *I stick the red dot on his shoulder* I’ll just put this here *I put the yellow dot on my stomach* … so you don’t feel uncomfortable.”
Misha: *looks at yellow dot* “Hmm, do I have any other choice?”
Me: “Wherever you want, really.”
Misha rips the yellow dot from my stomach and slaps it on my chest. He just looked at me approvingly and we took the photo. I thanked him, we shook hands and left.
4 Hours Later.
I picked up the photo (to many a praise I must say). Went to get Misha to sign it. His assistant slid the photo over to him. Before he even saw the photo he looks up at me and grins massively.
Misha: “Oh HEY!” *massive wide eyes*
Me: “Hey thanks for being a good sport about that!”
Misha: “No, thank you for letting me cup you!” *looks down at the photo* “It turned out great didn’t it?”
He signs it.
Me: “Oh thanks for writing that, I won’t be forgetting it.”
Misha: “It was my pleasure.”
Then he winked at me and I went on my way.
And there ended one of the most unforgettable days of my life.
EDIT: I forgot my favourite part! After I said thanks for what he wrote, he points to the cuppage and goes “It really looks like I got a good grasp.” You did, good sir.
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1.4 MILLION WIZARDS ON TUMBLR
Almost 3 Million!!!!
LET’S GET THIS TO 5 MILLION!!
Let’s get 5 million!!!
I REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME IT’S ON MY DASH.
WE NEED 7 MILLIONTHE NOTES. OH GOD
just about every person on tumblr.
THIRTEEN MILLION GUYS!!!
14 FUCKING MILLION
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
Please tell me where you work, where its located and how often that motherfucker comes in. Im about to crack my easel over his skull. Never fuck with a child’s love of art.
Ima kill a bitch.
That’s so sad. How can you treat a child like this?