If You Were Stranded On A Deserted Island, What Three Items (that Are Not Electronic Or Automatic) Would

renfarber​:

He said he remembered the night better than she did, and she smiled, but shook her head. There was no way that was true. There was no way he remembered the exact placement of the mustard stain on his uniform, or the scent of honey-roasted duck when they whispered close to the kitchens, or the Frank Sinatra song that was playing as his hand brushed hers when they hid behind the bar, or the one unruly curl that would have fallen into his eyes if it had been long enough - just like it had tonight. There were so many differences between that man and this one, but the feeling in her gut was the same. That she had always known him. And that she always would.

But he did remember. A thousand lifetimes, she’d said. It sounded ridiculous, she knew, but it sounded right, too. She’d known from the start that whatever happened between them, there was something there that wouldn’t die, or even lessen in its intensity, and she was even more sure of that now. It’s what had always, always scared the living shit out of her. But then, just as now, he’d made a joke and calmed her down without even knowing he needed to. 

“You know, anybody else, and I would have rolled my eyes at a line like that,” she laughed. “But like I said, nothing you ever say could surprise me. You’re just you. And I just… know you.” She leaned in, too, then (to whatever remained of the space to lean into), and lowered her own voice, just reveling in getting to whisper with him again. “And in any case, I’m pretty certain you got me naked in every single one of those lifetimes,” she smirked.

-

Leo smiled as she laughed, their meet cute was precious to him. He thanked his stars that he was fortunate enough to have met her a thousand times in their past lives. See, Leo was just as starry eyed and eccentric as she. 

Leo’s suave demeanor softened, as she said she knew him. She did. But she knew him before he evolved into the mess he was today. He desperately wished he was still that guy. The way she looked at him made him feel like he was, and in this moment, he wanted to stay there under her gaze forever. Be the one she knew and she once cared about. “Serenity...” he murmured her full name like a prayer, and in a way her name alone was one for him. He hoped she’d answer it. He closed the space between their faces, and looked at her before pressing his lips against hers in a blink of an eye. He had meant to be soft, careful, but it was like ten years of chained up affection came flooding through his veins. His kiss a mixture of both tender and fervent. He was too far gone to realize his clutch on the popcorn had weakened and fell off his lap and onto the floor. 

“No, you don’t really have the Humphrey jaw, but my name is on your birth certificate, so I’m gonna be your dad.”

Dan and baby Milo Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012)

xbhandri​:

@le0davis​​

Xavier had a head start getting ready for pride. He was swaying around the loft with a small diamond patterned glass of bourbon. He still had yet to even pick out what he wanted to wear. Just about everything in this wardrobe would be great for pride if it wasn’t so damn hot out.

He still had plenty others, but that was for Leo to help decide with. All else failed, he’d pick out a pair of shorts, a quick top, and throw some kind of rainbow smear on his face and call it a day. Even at his messiest, he was an artiste.

So for now, he was in a silk robe with a pair of bamboo cotton lounge pants flowing from side to side as he moved with the music. Answering the door to Leo, he just let him walk in as he sipped on his drink, humming along with the soothing sounds of Fleetwood Mac in the background.

-

“Well, happy pride to you, Bhandari.” Leo greeted with a smirk upon his lips as he closed the door behind him. He will never be unamused by anything his best friend did. Even if it was just letting him without a word. Leo, being a cis-white male and ally had on just about the most basic outfit ever for the festivites. He had chosen a white tank top that showed his arms’ muscle definition as it did his chest hair. He addition to a baseball cap was donning long typical shorts that kissed his knees and did nothing for his legs. He walked further into the luxurious space, following Xav, and was quick to catch Dreams playing in the background. “Are you going to share?” he asked, his dark eyes zeroing in on dark liquor in his friend’s glass.

i be like “idc” and then stare at the wall for hours with alternative sad music playing in the background thinking about how i ruin every good thing that comes my way

jfcjosefina​:

Josefina was having the time of her life. The ballet had spared no expense for the extravagant evening, and it showed. And the patrons who arrived at the event seemed to take the theme seriously. Everybody donned masks of different intricacy, and somehow, Josefina almost felt underdressed upon seeing the fluffed out ballgowns some of the women were wearing.

The attorney had approached the donation table, her small purse slung across her body. She reached down to pick up a donation slip, grabbing a pen. It was a great cause, one that Jo was more than happy to donate to. She tilted her head in the direction of the voice that had spoken, raising an eyebrow. “Um, if that’s all you want to donate, I suppose it’s better than nothing.” She commented, writing out the four digit amount she had planned to contribute. 

-

Leo nodded, and he was left with a certain desire to get a rise of this stranger. for some reason receiving common courtesy wasn’t working for him tonight. “How about four ninety-nine?” He asked again with quippy tone. His michievous nature, seemingly amplified by his lion mask. “I told you mine, so I think you should tell me yours.” Leo argued, brown eyes behind his mask looked pointedly down at her slip. He let out a low whistle as if he saw the huge number she had written down. Though he didn’t see much from his angle. He only wanted to put in a front that he did see her slip. Another way for him to get a reaction. 

leonardo anthony davis - playlist #1 - (spotify playlist link) ​

gasoline (the weeknd) - the only thing I understand is zero-sum of tenderness / late night feelings (mark ronson w/ lykke li) - my heart keeps pulling in the wrong direction, i’m about to cross that line / side effects  (the chainsmokers ft. emily warren) - this happens everytime i try to mix decision making with one too many drinks / nda (billie eilish) - i can crave you but you don’t need to know  / stranger (mothxr) - i let them all in, they all wanna stay / die for you (the weeknd) - cause i can’t take this pain forever, and you won’t find no one that’s better  @exclusivemusings

MR. & MRS. SMITH — 2005, dir. Doug Liman

renfarber​:

Her heart was hammering already, even before he whispered her name. He said it like a magic spell, like a whispered wish, like a… prayer. In those four small syllables she heard him asking for the world. And despite herself, she knew she’d give it to him.

She wasn’t surprised that he’d kissed her - she knew his heart well enough to have heard him ask - but she was surprised to find herself kissing him back. Pulling him close. She realized now that she’d been wanting to touch him all night, settling for fixing his hair and eating his food, when what she’d really wanted was this.

This.

She kissed him with a passion she hadn’t remembered she was capable of, but it came back to her easily now. Everything came back now. The body she’d long since memorized. This feeling, like lightning. And the knowledge of how completely and absolutely they’d always been able to overthrow each other.

Because, unlike with anyone else, with each other, they’d willingly given their power up, placing it in the other’s hands.

She could feel that happening now, and that’s what finally woke her. She couldn’t do this. She wasn’t the girl she’d been. She needed to keep her power now, because she had someone at home who needed her to have it. And Leo did, too.

She pulled away, maybe too slowly, and shook her head as she caught her breath.

“I have to… leave…” she whispered.

-

It shouldn’t have surprised but it did… the familiar nip and pressure that was her kiss was his again. she tasted just as sweet as he remembered. he couldn’t believe it. it made him even more responsive, more present to take all that she had bestowed upon him. When she reached out to him, he did too, holding her face to bring her closer. He had completely lost all thoughts that didn’t surround her.

a pathetic exhale left his throat when her mouth left his. his mind instantly crying out for more. More of what was once his. He pulled away as slowly as she did. His eyes fluttered open to look at the beautiful flush on her cheeks and lips. Hearing her whisper had knocked him out of haven that was created between their mouths.

“Don’t leave, stay… please.” his eyes heavy on hers, wide with longing. he swallowed, trying not to let his pride keep him from saying how he really felt. He wanted her, and he wanted to tell her this. He wanted to confess his love and win her all over again. But reality and fear cooked its’ way back to the forefront of his mind. She had left him before in a situation that was far worse than spilled popcorn. She had left him with scars that he was forced to cope with. Still, somehow, the notion of her leaving and him not seeing her again was far worse. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” His voice was coated in vulnerability as her kiss had brought all his emotions to the surface.

Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

baby I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye 🎶