I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK
EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES
IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE
THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.
THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP
AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND
SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE
ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?
OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*
GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.
AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.
SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG
HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT?
AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.
AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.
THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS
WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!
I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!
TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.
AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS
AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.
AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS
AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.
THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL
BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK)
SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS
AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER
LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL
AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS LOLOLOL
THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL
LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT
*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*
THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK
okay @ dance side of tumblr, i have a question for you. there’s a specific dance move someone always ends up doing in just about every 50s musical i’ve seen that’s just. my absolute favorite thing. it’s like… an angled turn/spin with wide arms. but i can’t figure out if it has a name or not. so. here’s all the gifs i could find of people doing this particular move. if it has a name, pLS LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH IT AND I WANT TO MASTER IT AND TALK ABOUT IT BY NAME ALL THE TIME. it looks so free and open and fun. gah.
….honestly it seems like i’ve mostly seen gene kelly do it lol.
or donald o’connor. with gene kelly.
but i’ve seen donald do it in his movies, too. not just with gene lol.
like maybe some of these are different moves altogether and the only thing uniting them is the fact that they’re spinning/turning and spreading their arms and it’s just a generic thing but. if it’s actually a move in itself i’d rEALLY LIKE TO KNOW WHAT IT IS BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH IT.
Enemies to friends to lovers is literally my favorite trope. I will never tire of seeing two characters go from hating each other, to tentatively feeling out a friendship, to slowly developing feelings for each other and then falling in love. It’s painfully cliché and i want to see it e v e r y w h e r e. (based on this text post)
It’s okay to hurt over him.
It’s okay to miss him sometimes, so long as you remember that he was your past and isn’t your future.
Remember the broken glass and the fiery words that left scars on your heart,
Remember the constant fear, and how it felt to shrink inside yourself.
Remember the painful nights, and the days where you thought you wouldn’t make it through.
Remember how it felt to lose yourself to breath life into his bones.
Be thankful for the good times, the love, the genuine happiness,
But, babygirl, don’t forget that he turned you into a shell of yourself.
Don’t forget that he wiped away your beautiful personality so that he could shine,
Please, don’t forget that he tied you down so that he could be free.
It’s okay to hurt over him, but remember how liberating it is to let him go.
Don’t forget how it feels to wake up without him crawling through your mind.
Bask in the freedom that losing him gave you.
Revel in your recovery; the light in your eyes has returned, the life in your laughter is back.
With him, you were skin and bones, hollow, just a wandering soul.
You’re finding yourself, and you’re happy.
Really we had the perfect end,
That night we shared at the [guest] inn.
That’s it. I’m sending these boys down to the second floor. I AM IN RENOVATION HELL AGAIN! … I live on the fourth but they’re renovating the second and I CAN HEAR IT ALL DAY LONG. The amount of headaches I’ve had over the past week is ridiculous. And I actually really rarely get those.
Ugh… screen redraw, because. ….. I might have fallen a bit for Mr. Eyebrows……. who am I kidding I’m hopelessly lost *curls up in a corner staring into space*
your bed. Your laptop you have since you were 16 years old is in front
Your conversation has just ended and silence has just settled in when he asks you
what you want to do after you graduate. It’s a question that’s become a filler
throughout the years you wonder when it’s genuine. You don’t see it in the way
he shuffles through his desk while asking—but in his pixelated knitted eyebrows and choppy, curious voice.
You say you don’t know, but he keeps asking. He keeps handing you jigsaw pieces, knowing
your hands have instincts. You manage to make a loosely-fitted puzzle and say you want to
write for a living. “You can do anything, babe,” he says. You see the little
sitting in a cubicle. Your laptop you have since you were 16 years old
is in front of you. You have been accustomed to the orange light over you but
still you crave for familiarity. You finally see how the “real world” writes but your laptop without a battery bothers you. You remember it has
been dependent on its charger for a year now. You want to tell him sitting
among writers and stylists strengthens your belief that words are powerful, but
he still hasn’t read your messages you sent 3 months ago.
sitting next to your new supervisor. Your laptop is no longer in front
of you. He asks you why you transferred here. You say you want to learn
something different and that you want to know what you really want after you
graduate. You didn’t tell him you want to forget.
Computers and IP’s are not your forte, but at least the crippling fear
that you’re only good at writing about old lovers doesn’t bother you anymore. You
have been sitting in the office for more than 3 hours now. You see an airplane
through the glass window and you catch your mind saying
“Take me to California” repeatedly.
“It’s not heading there,” you say as you turn away.