i want to watch lazy sunsets with you and go on long car rides with one hand on the wheel and the other hand clasped in yours and i want to go to sleep next to you and i just want to make you happy and build a life with you
Everyone else in the Cars fandom is getting hyped about that sneak peek from the tour and giving details about what it’ll be about
I’m over here with no plans to watch the sneak peek or clips beyond new trailers and tv spots cause I desperately want to avoid spoilers for this movie - like, I want to go into this movie as blind as possible so I can laugh and cry and experience everything in action
10 shots: We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011), dir. Lynne Ramsay
“It’s like this: you wake and watch TV, get in your car and listen to the radio you go to your little jobs or little school, but you don’t hear about that on the 6 o'clock news, why? ‘Cause nothing is really happening, and you go home and watch some more TV and maybe it’s a fun night and you go out and watch a movie. I mean it’s got so bad that half the people on TV, inside the TV, they’re watching TV. What are these people watching, people like me?”
It’s hilarious that some anti-bootleg people are saying “I’m not privileged! I’m just saving money to go! And I’ll still have to drive, like, 4 hours!!” oh no…. how terrible it must be….. four hours….. and here I am, continents away, thinking I was so unfortunate….. oh you have opened my eyes……
smh there isn’t even a confirmation that it’s gonna be filmed, just an old article from last year that said it might be filmed:
“I said we WANT to film the show with this cast before the year is out. That’s all I said. There are no plans for anything yet.”— Lin-Manuel Miranda (@Lin_Manuel) October 5, 2015
come on guys. stop telling us to wait for something that probably isn’t even going to happen. you can guilt-trip me into buying tickets (and I will, with pleasure) when they tour in Armenia. thanks.
You, me, our dreams?
The windows rolled down, the fresh smell of warm breeze mixed with sunshine. Bliss. I turn on the car jams and we sung as loud as we possibly could until our voices were gone. We stopped to take a picture by the seaside for our photo album. Intertwined fingers the whole way, not knowing where we were headed but we had each other. The sunset had arrived with bright, ocean blue fading into a pastel purple. We pulled off onto the side of the road laying in the back of the car watching the sunset go down. The drive continued, I laid my head down on his shoulder, he whispered in my ear “I love you now till forever”. The road is long miles, but we’re living this journey. There was no running from fear or mistakes, we were not going to give up on each other. We will grow together, darling. We loved each other. You could see it in our eyes. As we drove I asked him to stop as we were about to pass a sunflower field. We got out, the clouds started crying and we started dancing in the field. We traveled far away from home together, not once did I want to go back. The sky brought wild colors and water from the clouds, the ground brought flowers, the trees brought leaves, we brought our hearts. There were moments of silence of looking out the window but never out of anger. If he was quiet I’d reach over and grab his hand. We were just two imperfect people embracing each other’s flaws. He became home. I was home. I was happy. Run to the mountains, dear.
Hey folks! Here’s part two, as promised. I have an idea for part three, or I may turn it into the “Complicated Series” or something like that. I don’t know, let me know? Anyway - enjoy!
Word Count: 1,274
Pairing: Tony x Reader
You stayed up on the roof when Gibbs had left. Not really thinking about anything, just watching the cars move and the pedestrians, all milling about, going here, there and everywhere, rushing, barging past other people. How would you tell him? What do you do? Go downstairs, take him to one side of the bullpen and drop the bombshell that he’s going to be a father? Or ask him out to dinner - no, Tony would definitely get the wrong impression there. Puffing out a sigh you pick up your phone off the ledge and typed up a text to send to Tony, your thumbs dancing over the touch screen keypad;
‘Come to the roof. I need to talk.’ frowning, you delete it and try again;
‘Hey Tony. I need to talk with you. It’s important. Could you come up to the roof?’ You growl at your phone as if it was it’s fault, and you purse your lips as you delete the text yet again, third time’s a charm;
‘May sound odd, but could you come to the roof? I need to talk.’ you sent off the text after hesitating briefly then placed the phone against her chin, tapping it gently. You needed more time. That ugly sick feeling in the pit of your stomach came flip-flopping right back.
Moving over to the old vent you were previously sat on, you took some deep breaths, an attempt to calm yourself, ease the manic ocean rip-tide in your stomach and your very nervous heart. Your phone buzzed, making you jump it was a reply from Tony;
'Be right there.’
It wasn’t long before the metal door opened again and shut with the same 'thunk’ sound. The wind had picked up a little and night was drawing near, a few of the tall lamps already illuminating the streets and paths down below.
Tony’s foot falls grew nearer, you grew more nervous, “Hey [Y/N], what’s with the roof top meet? Are we conspiring?” He asked jokingly, the grin evident in his voice, “Pulling another glorious prank on Timothy?”
You shuffle, letting him sit down and was about to open your mouth and come right out with it until he spoke again, rolling your eyes, you knew what was coming.
“It’s reminds of that film where-”
“Tony!” You cut him off sharply, much sharper than intended do you soften your voice considerably before talking again, smiling slightly, “Stop. Please. This isn’t…Movie references are good an’ all and you know I love them but I really need to tell you something.”
He paused, closing his mouth and that same look of concern that Gibbs had came to Tony’s face too, “What’s wrong? Is it the case? I know it’s a tough one but I gotten say we’re doing pretty well..”
“No, no Tony it’s not the case..”
“Is it you? Are you sick? Are you leaving? Someone’s dying. I knew it.” He asked and didn’t miss a beat, “Or is it someone else? Gibbs? McGoo? Oh God not Abby?”
You didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, it was harsh and quick but the total opposite of biting the bullet and pulling off the band-aid and so not the way you wanted to tell him. It was like you were throwing it at him, "I’m…I’m pregnant, Tony…“
You stare at him, staring at you. Your cheeks go flush when his eyes flicker to your lips, your stomach and then back to your eyes. He turned away and stood and you were just about holding the tears in, half expecting him to walk off when he simply stood there.
Your eyes moved up to see his eyes not moving but his jaw was doing the twitch thing it did whenever he was angry or emotional, “Tony I..” you reach for his arm but he moved away then, pacing.
“Pregnant.” Was all he said, just above a murmur, as if he was trying to figure out what that word actually meant. Obviously he’d put two and two together, concluding it was his, you’d not been with anyone else since - with work you never had the time.
You didn’t speak, you just watched. Watched him try to wear a hole through the concrete. All the while he was pacing he never looked at you, a pensive and deep in thought expression on his face.
After…Wow, nearly ten minutes of silent pacing -Tony only pausing to either squint or flex his hands into fists, something he only did when he was troubled - you spoke, unable to take the silence anymore, “Just want you to know that I…If you don’t want to do anything, that’s okay, I know you never really wanted…Or at least it’s never been said in conversation about wanting kids and I just, well I’m-I’m not going to ask anything of you.” God you mentally cringe, how else were you suppose to say it?
That seemed to get him to stop his pacing and piercing eyes latched onto your own glistening ones, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean…It’s not like this is a normal thing. We work together Tony. We’re not even together together.” You say softly and stand, “I don’t mean anything bad by it, I just understand if you aren’t ready for this,” you motion to your stomach and then grow up your arms, “hell I don’t think I am.”
“How do you know? Have you thought about it?” He asked, his facial expression almost pleading.
You shake your head, “No, I’ve not known long. I did the test today. Well, I got Ducky to run my bloods. I felt off and lightheaded yesterday and I was late so…” You stop another bout of nervous rambling just in time before it developed and you fold your arms over your chest, “I don’t know how to feel. But I knew I needed to tell you, Gibbs said to-”
“Hold on, Gibbs knows?"
Crap. "Yeah he found me up here. This is where I come to clear my head.” You mumble quietly, “I’m sorry you weren’t the first to know.”
The jaw twitching appeared again, Tony shook his head, brushing off the apology, a small flash of a slightly smile. He stayed quiet, looking past your head when he tilted his head to the side a bit, eyes squinting, “I’m…happy.” he almost sounded as if he was unsure whether or not to tell you. Your heart melted right there and then.
You move a little closer and offer a small smile, “Yeah? I was so nervous - for telling you, I mean.”
"Because.” You say, like it’s the answer before continuing, turning your back to Tony as you too, started pacing, “Like I said before, we aren’t together. It was a one night fling.” You stop for a moment, “I didn’t know what to do, it was like I was choking. Seeing the blood report…I still think Ducky thinks I have a major illness or something.”
Tony smirked at that, coming to stand with you near the ledge, “This could be something cool, y'know? Having a baby..”
You turn your head slightly and raise an eyebrow, “Yeah?”
He nodded his head and then opened an arm, “C'mere.”
“We’ll work it out, won’t we?” You ask while moving your head to his chest, your arms slowly drop only to creep around his waist. You felt his chin moving against your hair, nodding.
“Of course. We’ll have to work out how to get me as far as possible away from Gibbs. Out of sniping range preferably so he doesn’t shoot me in the nuts.” He said into your hair and placed a kiss there, “I mean it.” He grinned when he felt you shaking with silent laughter, “I promise, I’ll be here. Through everything together or not together.”
That would be something you and Tony could potentially discuss at a later date. Right now you had to focus on getting an appointment at the doctors, getting everything in order with Vance, scans and a meeting with the team.
It’s like this: you wake and watch TV, get in your car and listen to the radio you go to your little jobs or little school, but you don’t hear about that on the 6 o’clock news, why? ‘Cause nothing is really happening, and you go home and watch some more TV and maybe it’s a fun night and you go out and watch a movie. I mean it’s got so bad that half the people on TV, inside the TV, they’re watching TV. What are these people watching, people like me? (We Need to Talk About Kevin, 2011 )
today my dad was driving me to school and we were at a stoplight and i had to tell my dad when the light turned green because he was too distracted by watching the other cars go by and saying “nyoooom”
I don’t understand why people can’t just not watch a show when they literally hate everything about it? Like, if the only reason you watch is for a ship and that ship isn’t/never will be canon, don’t watch! If you hate the writing or the way the characters are being developed, don’t fucking watch!
Honestly, sitting here on tumblr and bitching about how much better it would be if person A was with person B or if so-and-so hadn’t done this isn’t gonna change a damn thing about the show. You’re just going to make yourself miserable and no one in the fandom is going to like you because all you do is complain.
Not watching a show that you no longer enjoy is literally the best thing and I don’t understand why people don’t just quit when a show meant to entertain them is no longer entertaining.