Oh No! I Didnt Take It That Way At All. I Had Just Wanted To Clarify My Own Position About Them Before

Oh no! I didn’t take it that way at all. I had just wanted to clarify my own position about them before I went into that elaborate and long derail regarding their past and future careers. Derails are my spirit animal unfortunately. It’s because at work I have to be quite linear and that makes my neck itch sometimes. So, sorry for the confusion and also for the extra content. I haven’t seen Past Lives; it’s on my list as I'd seen it was getting some buzz for being noteworthy.

Also sorry for the multiple reblogs. Sometimes Tumblr discussions get flak from people who don't wish for them to exist on the platform, but I rather enjoy them. Broadens my perspectives and opportunity to learn new things from people all over the world. And anyone can join in.

There's nothing more beautiful than Andrew Garfield's crying face:

I want to hold him everytime... 😭😭😭

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Beautiful day and driving past my little hometown greasy burger joint on the hill and thinking about their glorious juicy cheeseburgers and their garlic parmesan french fries served alongside; both cradled in the red basket lined with wax paper.

Naturally, the U-turn was performed safely and legally. My brain said Treat Yo' Self and who was I to deny such wisdom?

Lewis Pullman

In a little over a month The Hunger Games: Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Nov. 17, 2023) will be released.

The original films were pretty successful; let's see how the origin story will fare. I don't think people will find lead Coriolanus Snow a sympathetic figure, so how that plays out with audiences will be interesting. Some of the buzz is that it's got a different vibe than the other films (aside from that it's set 64 years earlier).

Viola Davis is playing the role of Dr. Volumnia Gaul and she always brings her best to whatever she does.

Going to watch it?

TULIP WITH THE GUY EVER

this is for peter!! im feral for this man my god this is long for nothing happening- guys i am SO fucking rusty prompt: an act of affection so blatant everyone notices roommate!peter <;3 flower prompts

It’s hard not to look at her. 

There’s so much to observe, so much to place his attention on- how she smiles, the way she taps the sides of her mugs before she sips her tea. She’s a vision in red lipstick and he’s the kind of person that’s blessed to be in her presence. 

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a sweet sort way that she curls into herself. She’s been his friend for just about a minute longer than he’s been in love with her, and he’d like to think he does a decent job at hiding this fact.

He landed on his hip today, from a height far enough off the ground that it still hurts, pain radiating from every step as he walks home. The commute is actually quite far from his internship at the newspaper, but he likes the area he lives, and the woman whose company he keeps while he lives there. He makes concessions. 

Still, he’d been looking forward to the sight of her since the ache began. Her presence had a way of soothing. 

She’s curled up onto an inherited recliner in their shared apartment, and when he bursts their creaky door open in a fluid motion, he’s greeted with this sight. She’s not alone- some friends from her graduate program on their Ikea couch. 

It’s girls night, and it’s his dutiful role to say a quick quip and head back to his room. Her two best friends are over, legs splayed over each other in an open display of affection that he adores witnessing. He could hear the laughter and yelling from outside the apartment itself. He likes how they make her laugh, how they seem to make her heart lighter when he can tell she’s not able to carry the weight of everything by herself. 

“Peter!” She’s the first to even notice he’s around, and he tries not to let the stubborn firework in his chest keep exploding at the thought of it. At the thought, she sees me. Her voice is warm and kind and weightless, and he drinks in  the sight of her. Their floor lamp illuminates her in warm golden light, a coupe glass with red wine held in delicate fingers. 

“Hey, you,” he replies, an unmistakable warmth he can’t seem to rid himself of in his tone. He tries not to seem disappointed, like he’d not been imagining watching an irrelevant TV show, a little too close together until they’d fallen asleep just that way.

As he’s hanging his withered coat, he asks, “What are you guys up to tonight?”

Her friend explains that they are watching the Spy Kids trilogy in order, and she nods dutifully along. 

“That sounds wonderful,” he can’t help but laugh. “I’ll leave you guys be-“ 

And it’s no surprise, when they send a him a chorus of please join, and you’re welcome to be here! 

She stands up to give him a hug goodnight (because she wants to kill him), and he envelops her before he can stop himself. She smells like a mixture of lavender and rose and sweet red wine, and he’s grateful for his heightened senses for a moment; it doesn’t take long to memorize it all. 

It occurs to him that he won’t see her until morning, and he takes in the sight of her again, eyes raking over her. She really is beautiful- lovely in a way that radiates her smile, follows her in action. His hands rest on the curve of her waist, and something and things being made to fit one another cross his mind, against his better judgement. God, he could spend forever looking at her, longer touching her. 

He only pulls away when he hears a muffled pair of laughs, failed attempts at not interrupting a moment. Which is absurd, because there is no moment. None. 

She beams at him despite the laughter of those she holds dear, and it aches saying goodbye to her. She's just down the hall and it hurts to leave.

He slinks off to his bedroom smelling like her perfume, blushing bright red and maybe, just maybe, the tiniest bit hopeful. And he thinks he might of heard the faint whisper of two other people, whispering questions he mulls over every day.

"Just roommates, huh?"

@withahappyrefrain —I think you should do it like the syreen that you are and luv ‘im up. Just don’t turn ‘im into a horny toad when yer done.

Bonus points if you saw the film….

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