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 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.]