Ugh I Love It - Tumblr Posts
Reblog and put your favorite completely standalone movie in the tags (Not part of a franchise, no sequels or remakes, and not adapted from a book or play)
"I don't…I didn't ramble." Robin whispers.
Nancy frowns, "Excuse me?"
"I…I didn't ramble." Robin shrugs. "She stood right next to me, and I…I didn't ramble. I was okay. And n-not to say I didn't feel anything because it's Vickie and I've had a crush on for like ever and so I thought I…"
"Robin." Nancy cuts in. "You're rambling."
Robin flushes, "Exactly."
Just a lil a sneak peek at my next fic ;)
Could you maybe draw Sirius and Remus in the night of their reunion after Harry and Hermione have freed Sirius? Maybe the two of them could stand by the willow and look down at Hogwarts and talk about old times? Thank you and it's fine if you don't do it :) thanks so much for taking requests❤💫
wHOOPS and here comes the angst train
what color does your love feel like?
bright sunny yellow
sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. it's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. it's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. it's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. it's the impatience too. the bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready.
it's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. and still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. it's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. it's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. it's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. and you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait.
it's tiring almost as much as it's laser focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. and it does, i promise it does. the waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. and it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.
tagged by: stole it from @coolrpblog <3 tagging: you 🫵