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Say You Will (2017) Directed by Nick Naveda

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“I was thinking it was too cluttered, you know, I wanna wipe all this out and just concentrate on one main decorative statement. Like, uh – Marvin the Martian.”

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me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

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*   promqveen​  /  𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐦  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝙬𝙝𝙤: mimi & clifford ( @grievents ). 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣: saturday morning. 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚: village grocery.

there’s never an ounce of peace for mimi in this town, not even while she’s attempting to grocery shop at the local store. rickety cart bouncing along the linoleum, she is always haphazardly careless, not noticing that the side of the cart is headed on a one-way track towards a pyramid stack of campbell’s soup. the cans fall, one by one, and then all at once, and she groans, loud and deliberate. “god damn it,” she growls, a fatigued expression twisting into something grotesque. she picks a few up, before sighing in frustration, kicking the cans aside as if she’s parting the sea of canned soup — she doesn’t even notice the front of her cart ramming into somebody else. “um, excuse me, i’m trying to get —” she doesn’t finish her sentence before her brain registers the person as someone too familiar, a face from years past. “cliff? is that really you?”

𝐡𝐞'𝐬  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲  to  the  array  of  frozen  tv  dinners  the  next  aisle  over  and  his  aimless  dawdling,  searching  for  nothing  in  particular  as  he  makes  his  way  through  the  shelves.  by  the  time  he  rears  his  head  at  the  sudden  crash  behind  him  and  proceeds  to  retrieve  a  can  or  two  from  the  floor,  it’s  too  late  to  step  away  from  the  line  of  fire.  he  supposes  he  ought  to  have  moved  sooner,   but  another  thing  tells  him  it  wouldn’t  have  made  a  difference.    “  wouldn’t  happen  to  be  chicken  noodle  soup,  would  it  ?  ”   he  recoils  with  a  light  -  hearted  jest,  holding  up  one  of  the  fallen  cans,  now  dented  from  the  impact.  his  arms  soon  raised  in  faux  surrender.    “  guilty  as  charged.  ”   cliff  narrowed  his  eyes  while  trying  to  put  a  name  to  her  face  before  the  dots  finally  connect.  suddenly,  all  the  chaos  started  to  make  sense.    “  ----  miriam  ?  ”   

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*  teddylebeau​  /  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮.

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻: cliff ( @grievents​ ) ᴛɪᴍᴇ: saturday afternoon sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ: al’s diner

     in his usual manner when he’s hungover, teddy kicks open the diner door with his boot and drags his feet as he heads inside. “gladys, my love, please tell me you’ve discovered how to get coffee straight into my bloodstream.” teddy may be an asshole to almost everyone, but when it comes to his mom and her friends he can be sweeter than a slice of their apple pie they’ve got in the display case. he rests his hands on the counter not paying attention to who’s there until he has charmed himself a big cup of coffee. turning he spots a blast from the past and swallows hard. “hey… cliff?”

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬  does  little  to  hinder  the  looming  nostalgia  that  follows  him  like  a  shadow  in  taunwick.  he  could  turn  a  corner  and  be  faced  with  another  memory,   not  nearly  as  clouded  as  he  would’ve  preferred  them  to  be  in  detail,  certainly.   it  was  bitter  sweet,   not  unlike  the  lukewarm  cup  of  coffee  he  nursed  in  his  hands  from  a  quaint  table,   settled  on  a  stained  coaster  that  dated  back  years  --    another  reminder  that  taunwick  was  still  the  same  old  town  it  had  always  been.   cliff  had  brought  the  cup  to  his  lips,  savoring  the  irreplaceable  distinction  that  set  apart  al’s  coffee  to  anything  back  in  new  york,   when  a  figure  catches  his  attention.   “  theodore  lebeau.  ”  he  sounds  the  name  out  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue,  lounging  back  against  the  seat  in  the  time  it  takes  to  observe  his  former  friend.    “  you  don’t  look  a  day  over  sixty  five.  ”

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brotp meme: nick & cliff

platonic  meme  !   no  longer  accepting.  @dvthomcn

who  steals  french  fries  off  the  other’s  plate :   nick.  but  only  after  he  refuses  cliff’s  offer  of  sharing.  he  smacks  his  hand  away  the  first  few  times  before  giving  in.

who  jokingly  moves  in  for  the  kiss  when  someone  asks  if  they’re  a  couple :   cliff.   and  he’s  shoved  away  each  and  every  time,  but  he  still  finds  it  hilarious.   he’d  play  it  up  as  much  as  nick  would  allow.

who  has  to  bust  or  bail  the  other  out  of  jail :  nick  bails  out  cliff.

who  gives  the  other  advice  /  comfort  about  dating  issues :  cliff  hands  out  advice  even  if  nick  doesn’t  want  it,  there’s  never  any  choice  in  it.  he  has  good  advice--  at  least  for  the  most  part.

who  shamelessly  cheats  at  games  by  reaching  over  to  cover  the  other’s  eyes :   either  would.   but  cliff  likes  playing  fair,   he’d  call  out  cheating  that  wasn’t  even  happening.   he’d  start  playing  dirty  if  nick  kept  it  up,  though.

who  immediately  calls  dibs  on  the  top  bunk :   nick.  despite  cliff  growing  up  in  a  big  family,  he  lucks  out  when  it  comes  to  speed.  nick  was  always  a  step  ahead.

who starts and who wins the pillow fights :  cliff  starts  them.  nick  wins.

who  says  “your  pants  would  look  better  on  their  floor”  to  the  other’s  potential  crush :   cliff.  absolutely  cliff.

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the  memes  i’ll  be  participating  in  this  week  :

situational  tropes

confronting

hurt  /  comfort

forms  of  intimacy

things  that  are  hard  to  hear

things  that  you  want  to  hear

mostly  dead  things  (  part  one  )  (  part  two  )

the  strangers  (  part  one  )  (  part  two  )

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*  dvthomcn​   /   𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨.

              𝚆𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙴  ,  𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍     \    @grievents​   .

               ‘   OKAY  ,  ‘  he  starts  ,  looking  to  the  man  he  hadn’t  seen  in  years  .   it  felt  strange  ,  seeing  cliff  again  after  such  a  LONG  TIME  .   a  part  of  him  felt  guilty  for  pushing  him  out  of  his  life  ,  but  another  part  of  him  SWORE  it  was  for  the  best  .   ‘   you’ve  got  me  here  ,  so  talk  .   say  whatever  it  is  you  think  i  need  to  hear  ,  cliff  .   ‘

𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  whether  or  not  reaching  out  to  his  old  best  friend  was  a  wise  idea  with  all  that  had  occurred  between  them  the  last  time  they  spoke,   hesitating  at  every  chance  he  got  until  he  finally  gathered  the  nerve  to  pull  through  and  call.  he  was  still  surprised  nick  agreed,  after  everything . . .   he  would  have  expected  the  opposite  to  come  of  it,  to  instead  be  sitting  in  front  of  an  empty  seat  as  hours  passed  him  by.  he  felt  relieved,   but  that  was  soon  replaced  by  the  tension  that  hung  in  the  air,   making  the  atmosphere  unpleasant  --   and  over  all,  it  was  awkward.   that  much  he  had  anticipated.   “  what,  i  can’t  want  to  catch  up  with  an  old  friend  ?  ”   it’s  his  effort  to  lighten  the  situation,  ease  the  sentiment  behind  what  he  had  yet  to  confess.    “  i  missed  you,  nick.  ”

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Can’t believe I’m just so cool and sexy and it’s all because I’m bisexual

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*Kirk gets his first girlfriend*

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“If nothing else, I hope you know that I’m here for you. Even though we want different things. Even though love wasn’t enough. When you call, I’ll answer. When you scream, I’ll listen. When you need, I’ll give. When it comes to you, I don’t know how not to.”

— (via yourhandwrittenletter)

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