Movie Night Meme!!

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There’s nothing like watching a movie, is there? It’s a chance to relax and have fun for a few hours. Whether it’s a romantic date with dinner and a movie or an outdoor film festival, it doesn’t matter.

That’s up to you.

So pick your genre, pick your location, and pick your season. Above all else?

Chillax.

The Deets:

- Post with a character.

- Like ‘The Support Group Meme’ and ‘The Adventure Meme’, post your preferences. Want a romantic date in the middle of winter? Is the Cannes Film Festival more your style? Or, do you just want a lazy afternoon in the living room with a Bond marathon going? It’s your choice.

- If you want something steamy or gory, note that too. We don’t want someone wanting a romantic tryst stumbling upon a zombie apocalypse!

- Join other film venues.

- Have fun.

[Inspired by the famed Support Group Meme and its offspring, The Adventure Meme. Special mention goes to Agent Phil Coulson here on D_M. That post is beautiful and you should feel beautiful.]

Comments

[somanylyrics]

[brittany drops her face into her hands and takes deep breaths. this isn't good. it isn't good how much she wants what they have been doing...or not doing...and it's making her sad. really sad.

she doesn't understand what's going on, or why they can't just have some fun. and she hates that santana keeps letting her go one step further before pushing her away like brittany's the weird one for wanting it.

she kind of just wants to leave, but it's her house. instead she gets up and goes upstairs to her room and closes the door behind herself.]

[bitchesandbreadstix]

[Santana lets her shirt drop back down, and dries her face. She opens the bathroom door just as she hears Brittany's door close.

She feels bad, but she couldn't let Brittany continue like that. She...she just couldn't.

This is the first time Santana's ever felt out of place in the Pierce house. She doesn't know what to do. But Brittany hasn't told her to leave, so she goes and flops back on the couch, and restarts the movie, giving Brittany space]

[somanylyrics]

[it's awhile, but eventually brittany comes back downstairs. she never heard santana leave, even though a part of her wished she would have. she can't tell her to leave so she goes over and sits on the opposite side of the couch and tucks her hands into her lap.

she stares forward at the movie, not smiling.]

[bitchesandbreadstix]

[Santana pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, trying to keep some distance between her and Brittany.

She risks glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, licking her lips as she thinks of something to say]

Do you want me to leave?

[somanylyrics]

[brittany shrugs, not looking at santana. she can't tell santana she wants her to go, that her being there just makes brittany confused and sad. so there's a shrug. santana can take it how she likes]

[bitchesandbreadstix]

[Santana clenches her jaw, a small crease forming between her eyebrows. She wants Brittany to give her an answer so she doesn't do the wrong thing- but that doesn't really matter anymore. She's already screw up a lot as it is]

Whatever. [Santana mutters to herself, getting up off the couch and straightens her shirt again] I'll talk to you later?

[somanylyrics]

[she still doesn't look up, because she knows the look on santana's face she'll see if she does. she knows just from santana's tone. and she knows she'd be weak for it and want to make it all better.

instead she nods.]

Kay.

[bitchesandbreadstix]

[Santana awkwardly stands there, waiting for Brittany to just do something. Like kick her out, or grab her hand and ask her to stay...just....something.

Santana's shoulders visibly slump, and she turns to pick up her bag. She slips her shoes on, ignoring the feeling that she should go back for at least a goodbye hug like always, and quietly closes the door behind her.]