#garcy movie

[clemsfilmdiary]

An Unexpected Christmas (2021, Michael Robison)

11/8/23

[caracello]

all of my f/os are excited about the barbie movie because i am and they love me. but cypher is also like genuinely hyped on his own.

[majaloveschris]

New photos of Chris in “Pain Hustlers”

[somekindofflowergirl]

Timeless, Hollywoodland, and The Philadelphia Story

I found this old meta I’ve had in my Google docs for years but I don’t believe I’ve ever posted anything about it, since I originally intended to use the idea in a fic. Since that isn’t happening, even though it’s been years and I doubt anyone is out here writing or reading Timeless meta anymore, here you go. Obviously spoilers for both.

Most Garcy fans will groan if I suggest we take a look at Hollywoodland, but considering a certain admittedly fantastic dress:

…and a certain cut scene involving a pool, it’s interesting to consider through the lens of The Philadelphia Story, of which the dress and pool scene are iconic elements. Here is a still from the movie:

Look familiar? This is also poolside.

The Philadelphia Story revolves around Tracy Lord (Katherine Hepburn), a wealthy socialite who is preparing to marry her fiance, George (who matters as little as Lucy’s quirk-of-the-timeline-fiancé Noah in Timeless but manages to be far less likable) in a matter of days. The head of Spy Magazine assigns Macaulay Connor (Jimmy Stewart, oddly nicknamed “Mike”) and his photographer, Liz, to go to the wedding and get the story posing as friends of her expatriate brother, with an actual friend of his as their in: C.K. Dexter Haven (Cary Grant). Dexter also happens to be Tracy’s first husband. They divorced years prior due to his alcoholism—including a nasty incident of him shoving her down—and her criticism of him. Dexter originally seems to be doing this out of spite, but we quickly learn it’s actually to keep the magazine from releasing a bigger scoop about Tracy’s father’s affair and estrangement from her mother, which have devastated Tracy. The rest of the film is about Tracy’s entanglement with all these men.

(Sidenote: there are some very old-fashioned diatribes and comments about the nature of women and marriage and the shoving I found very hard to overlook, but that’s not the point of this post. Just heads up if you do ever watch it.)

On the eve of Tracy’s wedding to George, she dons The Dress to attend a ball in their honor. She gets drunk for only the second time in her life, and she and a similarly drunk Mike spend time together. They mainly talk drunk nonsense, drive drunk, and Mike sings Over the Rainbow. They have a grand time, end up kissing, and jump in the pool for a midnight swim.

Similarly, in Hollywoodland, Lucy and Wyatt share a sweet poolside conversation while she wears The Dress to a Hedy Lamarr party, they kiss, and they would have jumped in the pool if not for wildfire filming issues. They spend the night together, scar Rufus the next morning, then head back to the present. Wyatt soon receives a text from his supposedly dead wife. He takes off, without telling anyone why, and Wyatt spends the rest of the season trying to win back Jessica permanently while still having feelings for Lucy. In the “movie” (reminder: Christmas isn’t canon), Jessica is a pure evil Rittenhouse operative who lied about being pregnant, is killed, and Lucy and Wyatt are hastily shoved back together without fixing the issues between them on-screen. TPTB have claimed that their pairing was always endgame and the reunion would have happened anyway–albeit less swiftly and unrealistically–but they were Made For Each Other, loved each other all along, blah blah blah.

Which brings us back to The Philadelphia Story. The scene at the pool between Tracy and Mike is iconic for a reason. Mike is very “eat the rich” and she calls him out for being an intellectual snob, he tells her she’s wonderful and that the other men didn’t know what they were talking about, and their kiss is incredibly cinematic. It’s truly romantic…

In the moment.

For that moment, that one night, the audience can root for this couple. Mike is saying what Tracy needs to hear, and she’s enjoying letting herself fail by getting drunk and doing the unexpected. It’s sweet.

But it isn’t the endgame. No one means it to be.

After the multiple confrontations that arise out of the pool situation, Tracy breaks off with George just before the wedding. Mike asks Tracy to marry him and she turns him down. Liz loves him, and while he and Tracy like each other as friends, they would both be unhappy long-term. They live very different lives and have different values. And they’re not actually in love.

I don’t honestly believe this was intentional as foreshadowing that Lyatt may not be endgame so much as Abigail Spencer really wanting to wear The Dress. But even as a subconscious accidental parallel, it’s decent. Mike is nice and he and Tracy get along fairly well, but he’s better suited to Liz, who has stood by and loved him for years while waiting for him to mature enough for forever with her. Tracy, having realized that she doesn’t want the picture-perfect (on the outside) life she envisioned—and having seen that Dexter, now sober and much changed, is not the man he was when he hurt her—she forgives Dexter for the pain of their past. He lets go of it all as well and they remarry, this time making it down the aisle rather than eloping as they did before.

And as a book I adore (Love Walked In by Marisa de los Santos) says: “Jimmy Stewart is always and indisputably the best man in the world, unless Cary Grant should happen to show up.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Wake up, Jen! We got more Pain Hustlers content.

https://ew.com/movies/pain-hustlers-first-look-david-yates-preview/

Ahhh!!!

Some more content guys 😏

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Tag Game: Fandom Edition

I was tagged by both @mistmarauder and @princessfbi, presumably to expose me.

Current Hyperfixation: 911 (it's appalling how fast that came back) and my original blorbos

Previous Hyperfixation: Uh... probably Timeless? That show held me strong in its grip for two solid years but I don't think there was anything super strong before or - OH YEAH. REDDIE. HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN FALL OF 2019. A DIFFERENT TIME.

Top 5 Ships of All Time: Buddie (911), Phrack (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries), Spirk (Star Trek), Garcy/Garcyatt (Timeless), and Kastle (The Punisher - look I'm still mad, okay? I'm always gonna be mad. the scars run deep!!!)

Top 5 Ships at the Moment: Buddie (911), Xedgin (DND:HAT), House/Wilson/Cuddy (House M.D.), Dom/Brian (DO NOT JUDGE ME. LET HE WHO IS WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST STONE, BITCHES), and Jisbon from The Mentalist

Top 5 Fandoms of All Time: I'm terrible at being "in" fandoms so this is a mix of fandoms I was active in and fandoms whose fic I devoured the most - 911, The Man From UNCLE, Star Trek, Timeless, IT

(Honorary mention to Castle - since I really was SO into that show - but it hasn't stood the test of time with me the way other fandoms such as Star Trek have.)

Favorite Female Character of All Time: Phryne Fisher

Favorite Minor Character of All Time: Xenk Yendar (he is, sadly, only in the film for about 15 minutes)

A Rarepair that you love: As the official captain of both Garcyatt and Jamy, I have to go with them

An OT3+ that you love: LOOK AT ALL OF US LOVING THE MAN FROM UNCLE THROUPLE WE'RE SO SEXY FOR THIS

Favorite Movie: The Man from UNCLE (the people who joined me post-Timeless and 911 have NO idea the insanity that movie inspired in me. NONE WHATSOEVER. @captainofthefallen KNOWS!!! SHE WAS THERE, GANDALF!!!)

Favorite TV Series: 9-1-1 and Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Favorite Book: Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

First Site you Ever Read Fanfiction on: I don't even remember the name. Um. Uh. It was a LotR site.

Where You Find Most of your Fanfiction Today: Ao3

Favorite Social Media Site for Fandom: Tumblr

Tagging: @captainofthefallen @givemeunicorns @lisbonsteresa @devilsbrokerank

[electricbluebutterflies]

Touch starved head-on-the-shoulder for garcy

Usual post-canon-divergence, pre-relationship, PG-ish, and also on ao3.

It’s an accident, really.

They’re curled up on the battered couch Lucy suspects is older than she is, nominally watching some old action movie that she’d say she couldn’t follow if she thought there was a realistic chance the thing had a plot, and… no. Curled up is the wrong word. Curled up implies closeness, and they are very, very intentionally not touching.

She could, if she wanted to. She could do a lot of things if she wanted to. She’s not sure any of them are actually good ideas.

There is a part of her, some primal instinct she can’t ignore, that is well aware she doesn’t need to be all-or-nothing about this. If she waits for Flynn to do something about their tension, she’ll end up waiting decades; if she does too much too soon, like she has every time before…

She could go slow. She could force herself. She could die of boredom before she gets his mouth on her. She could-

Not like impulsiveness has ever actually worked out for her, she reminds herself. She’s more than old enough to see where that leads, all the scars she has to prove it, and-

There has to be some kind of midpoint here, some way forward that will keep her occupied but not set her on fire, but damned if she knows what it is.

For the moment, out of better options, she inches closer. The smallest shifting of her body every few minutes, slow enough that it hopefully looks like an unconscious accident, slow enough that-

“You could just cuddle, if you want.”

“I’m not sure-“

“If it’s what you need…”

Lucy takes that as permission to clear half a couch cushion of distance and… this is not the first time she’s basically collapsed on him, she reminds herself, just the least desperate somehow, and-

“You have no idea how much I-“

“I do.”

She hears what is not said, how clearly he needs this too, how clearly-

“Is it enough?”

Quiet for a few moments, quiet like he’s not sure how to go forward and isn’t that just typical for them, quiet like-

“If you’re comfortable, yes.”

It would be easy to escalate, to change her mind about restraint, and maybe she will later, but for now… for now this is enough, at least for her, at least for this moment as her counterpart slips an arm around her waist, not skin-on-skin so it doesn’t count but still-

“I am.”

[lloydmustache]

🚨. New article

[misscrazyfangirl321]

top 5 ships!

1. Garcy from Timeless. That OTP will always have a special place in my heart, I think. Top tier of top tiers, the greatest ship that almost sailed.

2. Emotional Compass from Sanctuary. Those two rewired my brain, and every time I think I ship them too much, I rewatch a couple of episodes and go "OH, right, she was completely in love with him. We can argue about his feelings, but she's visibly smitten." (Full respect to my mutuals who disagree/see this as a NOTP!! Love you guys!!)

3. Henry Foss from Sanctuary/Jordan McKee from Haven. I've made a lot of crossover ships over the years, but this one is genuinely my favorite. They're just SO important to me. Woman who is used to being used, unaccepted, and unloved. Guy who doesn't know how to be anything but open and earnest, who wears his heart on his sleeve. They could've been great, y'all.

4. Jisbon from the Mentalist. My first real OTP, the first ship that introduced me to fandom. The first fanfic I ever read was for them. To this day, Snarky Man Who's Dramatic To Hide Pain/Longstuffering Woman Who Cuts Through His Drama But Also Loves Him And Would Kill For Him (or visa versa; *cough*Emotional Compass*cough*) remains one of my favorite ship dynamics in new fandoms.

5. Maleval from the Maleficent movies. Listen, these two are kind of a background ship in my brain. I'll go months without remembering them exist, then rewatch the movies or see a piece of fanart and be obsessed with them for like a week, then go back to normal. But it's SUCH a love story, they are SO married.

[mathgirl24]

get to know you

I was tagged by my the lovely @norbertsmom. Thanks!!

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

Last song: On The Road Again by Willie Nelson. I'm on a country kick right now. I'm talking old-school country, not the new stuff.

Currently watching: Rewatching Ted Lasso season 1.

Three ships: Sparky (Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard SGA), Garcy (Lucy Preston/Garcia Flynn Timeless), Everlark (Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark THG)

Favorite color: Blue. Specifically light blue

Currently consuming: Coke

First ship: Han/Leia

Relationship status: Single

Last movie: I last saw The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, and The Marvels. I want to go see Wonka and The Color Purple.

Currently working on: I downloaded the audiobook of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. I will start that soon.

I'll tag some usual suspects. Only if you feel like it, naturally.

@kissedbydragonfire @stargatelov3r @districtunrest @mega-aulover @ununpredictableme @sasschronicles @hawthornhedge @magnificentcowboypeanutpaper @nevada-b-1780

[sock-ness-monster]

Museo is such a good movie by itself unfortunately I am incapable of seeing Gael Garcie Bernal as anyone besides Rodrigo anymore so the whole time I was just like

Omg its music....just like in Mozart in the Jungle...

Omg its the Tlaloc statue....like he showed Hailey.....

Omg he's drinking maté....just like Rodrigo did...

Omg he's making bad decisions...just like Rodrigo would </3

[figureofdismay]

sometimes i think about timeless and garcy, and wonder what was the point. why even bother trying to cap it off with that movie if it was going to undercut everything. and wonder if they realized that they implied their Good Main Character With Integrity set a guy up to commit crimes and die 🙃

[cleoenfaserum]

1982 ALSINO y EL CONDOR

A pesar del complejo de Guacanagarix, el mal de Montezuma y la Doctrina Monroe, somos capaces, como entidad cultural de un mismo idioma, como la resistencia de Cuba con mas de 62 años de cruenta bloqueo, de lograr tanta altura como el condor y tanta destreza como el águila. Nicaragua en su lucha, nuestra lucha, ha convertido a todos en una. Por cada paso que damos empujado hacia atrás, damos dos pasos hacia adelante. El monstruo engullidor del capitalista instituido en el gobierno del norte con su política de dividir y conquistar con sus dólares, nos subyugue nuestras conciencias hispanas con dictadores comprados baratos. A veces el sol de su gente gringa y llana brilla tan fuerte que alumbra, han convertido El Oscar en estrella en esta ocasión.

55.ª edición de los Premios Óscar - Wikipedia

A continuación un excelente comentario en torno a la película.

ESCUCHA Y / O LEE (fuente)

882-1 LINK https://ok.ru/video/7445505378867

Alsino y el Cóndor (1982) de Miguel Littin (Nicaragua)

Alsino y el cóndor (del inglés: Alsino and the Condor) es una película filmada en Nicaragua en 1982 con guion y dirección del cineasta chileno Miguel Littín. Fue una coproducción entre Nicaragua, México, Cuba y Costa Rica. La película es una adaptación libre de la novela Alsino del escritor chileno Pedro Prado en el contexto de la Revolución Sandinista.

En 1983 fue nominada como mejor película extranjera por Nicaragua para los Premios Óscar de 1982,​ siendo la única en la historia de dicho país. Es considerada su mejor película según Internet Movie Database. (Alsino y el cóndor - Wikipedia)​

IMdB: RATING: 6'2 DURACIÓN: 1h 29m

LA PELICULA.

882-2 LINK https://ok.ru/video/1965766675076

Enlace al libro: Alsino - EspaPdf (studylib.es)

La película que se llevo el Oscar fue el siguiente film de habla española: VOLVER A EMPEZAR

Aunque la película obviamente es de habla española, la hemos puesta en segundo lugar porque el temático mío es películas de no habla inglesa latinoamericanas elegidas a los Oscares.

Volver a empezar es una película dramática española dirigida por José Luis Garci en 1981 y estrenada en 1982. Narra la historia de un exiliado que, tras la reinstauración de la democracia en España, regresa a su ciudad natal, donde se vuelve a encontrar con la mujer que fue el amor de su juventud.​

882-3 https://youtu.be/csUtixrHKxM

Inicialmente fue muy mal recibida por la crítica española,​ pero en Estados Unidos obtuvo el premio Óscar a la mejor película extranjera, que hasta entonces ninguna producción española había ganado.​ Gracias a este reconocimiento internacional, se convirtió en un éxito comercial en su propio país. (Volver a empezar - Wikipedia)​

IMdB RATING: 6'9 DURACIÓN: 1h 27m

882-4 https://ok.ru/video/2108823833149

[yuckydraws]

This is a gift for my friend @pink-garcie !! Thanks for being awesome;)

••••••••••

You aren’t exactly sure how you ended up in this position…

On the floor in front of the couch you’re laying on, the makeshift fort was empty. You could hear the hushed bustle of your friends in the kitchen, probably making breakfast from the smell of it. You can see the snacks you were all enjoying placed in a neat pile at the entrance of the fort, most likely by Papyrus. He sure does like to keep things clean, even at a sleepover. The TV in front of the fort has long since went to sleep, the little dvd logo bouncing around the otherwise blank screen.

You watch it in interest as you try to deny the predicament you’re in.

It never hits a corner.

You hear laughter coming from the kitchen, and find yourself wishing you weren’t stuck. Then, you could join the rest of your friends and pretend this never happened.

The stirring of your couch partner, and best friend, has you stiffening. Sans let’s out a sleepy grumble as he snuggles his face into your stomach, holding you closer as he settles and his breathing evens.

Every so often he lets out a soft snore.

It’s fucking adorable.

You’re not even sure how skeletons breathe but you’re more worried about him waking up and seeing the position you’re both in. Him, basically laying on top of you, head on your stomach with his feet hanging over the armrest and cuddling you ever so close, as you lay on your back with your head supported by the other armrest of the couch.

You could play this cool… but you know yourself. If he wakes up, you wouldn’t be able to play this off as just friendly cuddles. Not with your unspoken feelings for him and his very observant nature.

How would you make it any less awkward???

Should you wake him up with a nudge and then hurriedly pretend you’re asleep?

Maybe?

It’s not the worst plan you’ve ever had.

You raise an arm, planning to shake his shoulder a bit and that’s when he wakes. With your hand ominously reaching towards him. You freeze.

Sans blinks a bit before registering your hand. He stares at your hand for a second, then he glances up at you, just to notice his position. His cheekbones are dusted a light blue as he averts his eyes and tries to sit up, but his arms are trapped under you. He blinks owlishly at you for help.

His sleepy confusion has you giggling.

You can’t believe you thought stuff could be awkward with this absolute dork completely easing any of your tension. You drop your hand.

“You stuck?” You tease.

“… yeah.” He flushes some more.

“I didn’t think you were such a cuddle bug.” You press on, enjoying that, for once, Sans is the one feeling a bit embarrassed. It’s always you, but today it’s him.

“i… uh…” He stammers, looking anywhere but you. You smirk and enjoy watching him fumble.

When he finally meets your gaze, he frowns and his expression hardens before he plasters on that easygoing smile of his. Uh oh. You know this smile.

He stops his squirming and simply settles into his position.

“yep. i’m a cuddle fiend.” He admits, looking you in the eyes as he rests his chin on your belly, no longer bothered by this it seems.

“Is that so?” You ask.

“mmmmhm.” He answers, giving you a smirk of his own and snuggling into your stomach again.

Oh.

All your smugness melts, turning into that nervous flutter in your stomach again.

Sure, he was snuggling into your stomach before, but this is different because he’s awake now. He’s consciously deciding to cuddle you close, with little reservations.

You don’t know whether to be happy about that or anxious as to how he knows that would shut you up. Does he know how you feel? You’re not that obvious, are you?

Should you just enjoy this?

“except you called me a cuddle bug?” He glances up at you and you nod to confirm, totally ignoring how pretty his eye-lights are. He hums. “i think cuddle bones is more appropriate.”

You deadpan.

“Dude. That was bad, even for you.”

He snickers.

“yeah, but you’re smiling.”

You are.

You’re about to respond when you hear a loud voice outside the fort, making you jump a bit, jostling Sans.

“OH MY STARS!!! Would you two nerds quit flirting and come eat already???!!!” A loud voice yells from outside the fort. Sans recovers quickly and you both turn to see Undyne peeking into the fort, with Alphys giggling behind her as she takes a picture of you both.

Greeeeaaat.

You decide that, as much as these cuddles are nice, they are not romantic or intentional and honestly? It’s just causing you embarrassment. You arch your back a bit to dislodge Sans’ arms and lift him off of you. You can’t even look him in the eyes as you leave him sitting on the couch and exit the fort in a hurry, ignoring the cackling of Undyne and Alphys.

Escaping to the bathroom, you take a breather. You splash your face with water and hunch over the sink, looking at yourself in disappointment. The movement causes pain to flare up in your neck and you take in a sharp breath. Hooo, okay looks like sleeping on the couch was a bad idea for more than one reason. You rub your neck and decide to join the rest of your friends in the kitchen.

Looks like Papyrus made pancakes.

Thank fuck it was Papyrus cooking and not Undyne. You love her, but her cooking is literally toxic. You got food poisoning once from her cooking, and ever since you’ve politely avoided it. Papyrus however, takes cooking classes and his dishes are always amazing.

Papyrus is at the stove, making the last of the pancakes and placing them on a platter for everyone to dish up. You thank him as you put two on your plate and make your way to the table where Undyne, Alphys, Frisk, and Sans sit, eating their breakfast.

There’s two free seats, one by Frisk and one by Sans. You go to sit by Frisk, but they stop you with their hands, signing that they want to sit next to Papyrus. You just smile down at them, ruffle their hair a bit, and nod. You understand, they haven’t seen their “uncle” Papyrus in a while due to their traveling with Toriel and Asgore as they continue the fight for monster rights. You swallow your embarrassment and sit next to Sans.

Undyne and Alphys don’t tease you, which is nice. They actually look a bit guilty, they must think you’re upset with them. You aren’t, and you give them a small smile to show that, which makes them relax a bit.

You’re more upset that you can’t just admit your feelings for Sans already.

Maybe then you could actually enjoy his cuddles.

Once Papyrus sits down, a boisterous conversation about the movies you all watched last night breaks out. You guys mostly watched animated movies, seeing as Frisk was with you, but Papyrus and Undyne were very into them and they discuss how a rat could ever control a person by pulling their hair.

“I mean, would that actually work?” Undyne asks, directing the question at you as the oldest human in the room. You shrug, and continue eating.

The silly giggles Frisk lets out make you look up from your plate, and there Papyrus is, gently tugging their hair with both hands.

“Hm, I do not know, tiny human! It does not seem to be working.” He jokes.

Frisk plays along, grinning while moving their arms in time with Papyrus’ tugging. Their little game has you smiling, and instantly feeling a bit better.

After finishing breakfast, everyone helps clean up the fort. It goes quickly and soon the job is done. It’s sad to see it go, it was a very impressive fort.

Goodbyes come next. Undyne and Alphys leave first, both having work to do. You try to sneak out with them, attempting to make an excuse so that you wouldn’t be alone with Sans. But, before you can do that, Papyrus announces that he will be dropping Frisk off at Toriel’s. He leaves quickly as he always does, and you’re just staring at the door.

Great.

You turn to Sans, intent on telling him you have to go as well, but you let out pained hiss and grasp your neck as the movement makes the pain flare up.

“are you okay?” He asks, concerned, leaning towards you. You nod and wave him off.

“It’s just, sleeping on the couch messed with my neck.” You explain, planning on continuing with your exit plan, but he cuts you off.

“want me to heal it?” He offers, reaching his hand towards you.

“I though you couldn’t heal?” You ask, recalling him mentioning that to you at some point.

“i can… just not very well. i probably won’t fix the problem, but i can ease the pain a bit.” His hand falters as he speaks. You stare down at him. He looks like he wants to talk too. You slump.

Guess you should just get it over with and have the chat with him like adults do, rather than just run away and ignore the issue.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“okay?” He asks to make sure.

“Okay.” You confirm again.

He nods and places a hand on your back to guide you to sit down on the couch. You comply, and when you sit down, you take your hand off your neck.

“so, where on your neck does it hurt?”

“Here.” You point to where it hurts and he places a hand there.

His hands are warm, despite being a skeleton.

You watch from the corner of your eye as green magic sputters to life in his hands, glowing soothingly and you feel the effects slowly. It doesn’t get rid of the pressure that’s there, nor fix your problem, but you do feel the pain subsiding.

You see wisps of blue and yellow from in front of you, and you look to see Sans’ left eye-light flaring a bit from his magic use. He looks tired.

You place your hand on his arm, signaling that you’re fine now. He glances at you, and his concentration breaks, the green magic basically snuffing out instantly.

“you sure?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

He just nods, and retracts his hand. There’s a stretch of silence.

“hey, i’m sorry about earlier, i didn’t mean anything by it-”

Hearing those words? Something in you snaps and you cut him off.

“I wanted it to mean something.” You say, frowning and staring at the carpet.

“… what?”

“I want you to want to cuddle me.” You start, turning to him. You can’t keep skirting around this. “I wanted those cuddles to mean something because I like you! But I keep backing out on telling you because you’ve never shown any interest in me and now I just keep getting stuck in these embarrassing situations and I’m sick of it!”

Sans blinks, taken aback by your sudden honesty. You look away again, not wanting to stare him in the face as he inevitably rejects you. Anxiety flutters around in your stomach, making you feel sick as you sit in silence.

“hey.” He tries in a soft voice. You give him a glance, and he places his hands on your cheeks, turning your head to look at him. His cheeks are dusted blue as he looks you in the eyes.

“i…” He starts. He shakes his head, deciding against something before leaning in…

And kissing you.

You sit wide eyed in shock as you try to process what’s happening, and how a skeleton is able to kiss and why he’s kissing you-

Wait.

You know why he’s kissing you.

… He likes you too.

You feel your soul soaring as you lean into the kiss, placing your hands on his shoulders. You can feel him purring as you do so.

When he pulls away you’re both grinning and laughing breathlessly.

“i like you too.”

“Yeah I kind of got that.” You tease, leaning in for another kiss which he happily accepts, pulling you closer to him.

You’re not sure how you both ended up cuddling last night, but you’re glad that you did.

[immotion]

El crack cero | 2019 | dir: José Luis Garci