#<- they are summer romance

[cricket-approved]

it hurts me an unimaginable amount that the summer reminds me of you

Against Silence - Frank Bidart // original photography // notcool5836 on tiktok // 'he loves me, he loves me not enough' - Cammie Dennis // @chloeinletters // Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude - Ross Gay // original writing // literally me // original photography // @ryebreadgf

#A #*cricket noises* #summer #web weaving #byler #<- they are summer romance #frank bidart #ross gay #poetry #screaming and crying at each of these #its april #i fear june #unrequited love

[ceevee5]

#lgbt #film #brokeback mountain #summer romance #italy

[homosandhomies]

the lack of misogyny in heartstopper is so fucking refreshing. all of the girls in the show just LOVE each other. no jealousy. no cattiness. no competitiveness. elle, tara, darcy, imogen, and sahar are all just vibing together. in a world where literally every single tv show has women being pitted against each other, it makes me so happy to see full love, solidarity, and support amongst these leading ladies.

#also it’s important to note that in heartstopper the friendships are just as important as the romances #and all of this girl love is filling my soul #girl power is real you guys 🥺 #summer says stuff #heartstopper #heartstopper s2 #heartstopper season 2 #elle argent #tara jones #darcy olsson #sahar zahid #imogen heaney

[undemolitioned-lovers]

if you get your dick stuck in a saw trap call that another cock in the murder machine

#phantom says things #fun fact i thought of this when i was half asleep and barely conscious last night. and not in the best way mentally #and debating conversion to christianity so i could pray to god that i would wake up in the summer of 2005 with tickets to warped tour. anyw #please don't flop #shitpost #mcr #saw 2004 #my chemical romance #shitposting #my chemical shitpost #my chem #saw #saw franchise #teenagers mcr

[mysadblacksoul]

#band #emo bands #emo #emo quartet #my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #mcr5 #three cheers for sweet revenge #black parade #i gave you my bullets you gave me your love #bullets era #danger days #frank ireo #mikey way #ray toro #mcrmy #killjoys #mcr summer

[portraitofaladyonfire]

Summer Lovers (1982) dir. Randal Kleiser

#summer lovers #1980s #daryl hannah #peter gallagher #cinemetography #summer #romance #film stills

[urfriendlywriter]

20 cutee summer prompts for couples:

(feel free to use! req by @stasyalovem tag me when u all writeee<33) (listen to espresso by sabrina while reading this kekeke)

beach dates!!

^ tackling and splashing water at one another at the beachhh

going on picnic dates (me when kekeke)

wearing sun-dresses and your partner absolutely can't get enough of it. ♡

cycling at sunset togetherrrr

dancing around a bonfire <3

laying on their chest while watching the sunriseee (honestly, manifesting this for me n mr. japan in the future)

laying in bed all dayyy together with fans on

going out to get ice-cream at 2 am (this has got to be a love language)

barbecuing / grilling meat togetherrr

when one loves to cuddle and the other hates feeling sticky

unwinding by swimming together at night (tsitp vibes ikik)

"i know the weather is hot, but you're so much hotter, babe" ".... why did you have to be so cringe--"

when they wear tank-tops while doing manly labor and you're just there admiring the sight :)) omw to ask mr. japan to do this and seduce me haha..

accidentally going to a horrendous summer party and finding each other and going, "we gotta get outta this!"

^ "should i fake collapse? u do cpr then lift me, then we'll make it to our car!"

"why won't you hug meee?" "sweetheart, i love you, but you're sweaty and disgusting!!" "ok then join the club, let's be sweaty and disgusting togeth-" *gets smacked on the face by a thrown pillow*

watching movies all night longgg

sprawling on the floor like a starfish in the middle of the living room with all fans at high speed

summer person x winter person- "ahhh i love the sun, my god, look at the sky, it's beautiful-" "*mimics* my god, look at the sky, it's-- my ass. i hate this. ahhh, i hate this."

#writer prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #romance writing #imagine your otp #urfriendlywriter #writeblr #writing prompts #writing inspiration #romance prompts writing #summer prompts #couple prompts #soft dialogue prompts #otp writing #otp things #otp meme #writing inspo #writing ideas #writing prompt #imagine your characters #imagine your ocs #imagine your ship #fake scenarios #fluffy prompts #fluff prompts #fluff #soft prompts for lovers #soft prompts #soft gestures #lovers

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's supposed to be writing. The guys, they all agreed they'd each come to practice armed with two whole new songs they could pick from to add to their set list at the Hideout. And he's got his pen, and he's got his most recent trusty Composition Book, and all his lyrics are fucking bullshit about golden tanned skin and honeyed eyes and tracing constellations in freckles and moles, pathetic lines about being twisted in bed sheets, and the hopeless love he found himself in.

For the fifth time in an hour, he rips out the offending page, crunches it into a tight ball, and throws it across the room.

He can't write about Steve Harrington for the rest of his life; spend his nights aching for the boy who established himself as a fixture in Eddie's life and then just disappeared.

The worst of it--the very worst--is that Eddie knew better. Steve was never his, not in any real way, no matter how many times they fucked. He's Steve Harrington. Straightest guy in Hawkins. Popular. Rich. Whole fucking life laid out for him on a silver platter. And Eddie fell for him. It's the Munson curse, he supposes; always wanting what you can't have.

It started the way these things usually do, "got any weed?" and "come back to my place, Harrington" and "I got this stupid job at the mall, meet me there?" and lying "hey, guys, can't make band practice, gotta help Uncle Wayne" and "Munson, I really want--can I kiss you?"

In every other fantasy Eddie's ever had, it ends there. Steve gets his kiss and they never see each other again. But Steve Harrington--he's full of surprises. It catches Eddie off guard, makes him want, makes him trust. Because it's not just kisses. It's hands and mouths and "anything you want, Eddie. Let me make you feel good."

Maybe it wouldn't have hit so hard--maybe Eddie could've stopped from falling--if Steve hadn't been so good. Bitchy, sure, but genuine and kind. Had this whole gaggle of junior high kids he babysat, like what the fuck. Would hang out with Wayne and shoot the shit about whatever sports nonsense was on tv. Harrington never was as mean, as spoiled, as superficial as Eddie suspected.

Then Starcourt. That's when it all changes. Steve stops coming around then, in the aftermath. It hurts, but Eddie tells himself it's for the best. Now, he knows it would have been.

Two weeks with no contact, and Steve shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Eddie winces at the healing bruises and cuts on his face, can't imagine how much worse they were to start. He steps aside, lets Steve in, plans to say that he can't be whatever they are anymore.

Steve kisses him. It's a hot, needy thing, wild with teeth and tongue, nothing like before. Eddie is helpless to it, helpless to the way Steve grinds against him, already hard. He should slow it down, check-in that Steve is in the right headspace for this, but Steve is moaning low in his throat and Eddie can't think.

They're in Eddie's bed and Steve says, "fuck me, Eddie?" and Eddie says "are you sure" because he can't stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes (beautifuly bitchy), says, "I need to feel you inside me, baby."

How can Eddie say no?

Eddie's never done this before, but it doesn't matter. It's everything--Steve is everything--he could ask for.

The next morning, he expects Steve to be gone. Thinks they'll never see each other again. But he finds Steve in the kitchen, in his boxers and Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, making eggs and talking to Wayne like it's the most normal thing in the world.

The next month and a half are the best of Eddie's life. He and Steve spend more time together than they do apart. Nights at Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's bed. Days lounging at the Harrington pool and driving around the nothing that surrounds Hawkins. Sometimes they'll stop in the middle of nowhere, climb on top of the van, and just--be. Steve takes his shirt off, and Eddie traces their names in the sun-soaked freckles, thinking maybe he really gets to have this, have Steve.

It ends as quickly as it started. One morning in September, Steve is cupping Eddie's neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, saying, "sorry, baby, gotta get home for my parents. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Except Eddie doesn't. Eddie doesn't see Steve that night, or the night after, or the night after that. He stops coming around and all Eddie is left with is a broken heart and these piss poor excuses for songs.

He rips out the latest page, waxing lyrical about the wonders of August, and time slipping away, and the boy he'll never forget. Crumples it into a ball and bats it into a pile of junk accumulated in the corner of his room.

Eddie needs a break.

He flies into the living room, snatches up his keys from the floor by the coffee table, and flees his house and all those memories of Steve. It's not like he has anywhere specific to go, so he drives around town, with his windows down and his music up.

His tires screech as he rounds the corner to the video store and arcade. He's not planning on stopping, but honestly, maybe a few rounds of Space Invaders is exactly what he needs.

The van hasn't even come to a stop in the parking spot when his eyes fall on Steve Harrington. He's standing in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by a gang of kids (including some of Eddie's new little sheepies) and Robin Buckley. Steve wears a sunny yellow sweatshirt, tight jeans, and his hair is perfectly coifed, falling in an elegant wave. His hands are on his hips, mouth and brows pinched stern. He's gorgeous, perfect.

It's an assault, an attack, Eddie's entire body shakes as the months they spent together crash over him. He has the van in reverse before he consciously thinks to do so, flooring it out of the space hard enough to burn rubber.

The noise, the speed, it draws the entire group's attention to him.

His eyes meet Steve's.

Time stops and so does he, idling in the middle of the parking lot. For a second, one moment in time, Steve's face falls. His mouth loses that grumpy pinch, his eyebrows drop, his beauty transformed by grief, by fucking longing.

Steve takes a step forward, and Eddie hits the gas, van screaming out of the parking lot. He watches the group shrink in his rearview mirror, sure that he imagined the sorrow in Steve's face, anyway.

They're nothing to each other.

Never were.

By popular request: Part Two

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #oneshot #ficlet #angst #no happy ending #august #summer romance #heartbreak #mutual pining #based on a taylor swift song #i probably went overboard with the references to the lyrics #i'm not sorry #it's about the longing #august slipped away into a moment in time #whatever you do don't think about how the next time they see each other is Eddie pinning Steve to the wall in the boat house

[remixingreality]

#ai art #male art #sexy mutants #cyclops #wolverine #scott summers #logan howlett #bi guys #xmen fanart #ai gay couple #true romance #hairyscruffguys

[novelbear]

can you do prompts on teaching someone how to swim ? 💗 love ur work x

teaching them how to swim 🐡

prompt list by @novelbear

"there you go! you got it!"

laughing (endearingly) as they fearfully cling onto the walls of the pool

"it's too cold!" "you're just making excuses at this point."

"i've got you. don't worry."

being a little more cautious than the one learning, worried to let them try and swim on their own

bringing out every pool noodle known to man

"what if i drown??" "i'm not going to let you drown!"

gently guiding them to the other side of the pool

"i feel like this something i should have known..." "hey, it's fine. there's so many people who don't know how."

them insisting on wearing some sort of life jacket. even though they don't necessarily need one.

"babe, the water is 5 feet deep i'm sure you're going to be fine."

enduring all the panicked kicking and splashing

telling them how great they're doing, even though they're moving so slow

"it's the first day, you're not going to be perfect."

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #otp #romance prompts #fluff prompts #seasonal prompts #summer prompts #request

[maniccherrygirl]

#girlblogging #lana del rey #lizzy grant #girlhood #sylvia plath #female hysteria #gone girl #ultraviolence #femme fatale #gothic romance #gothic #gloomy coquette #vintage #rot girl summer #romance #dark aesthetic #dark romanticism #vampire #vampcore

[dailyflicks]

(500) Days of Summer 2009, dir. Marc Webb

#500 days of summer #fyeahmovies #filmedit #moviegifs #userjoss #userbbelcher #chewieblog #usersugar #usergiu #userzo #useraurore #* #2000s #drama #romance #comedy #by el

[unpublishediary]

4th of July Confessions [ conrad fisher ]

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ conrad confesses his feelings for you after a week of fighting and makes sure you know his feelings are real.

INTEREST₊˚ conrad fisher x you

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Not much time had passed since Conrad started his plan to win you back, and you were already growing suspicious.

First, it started with him going to your favorite place to grab your breakfast. He made it a point to hand you a croissant with more than familiar packaging, a gesture that seemed to bring back memories and leave you questioning his intentions.

Then he sat right next to you, even nudging your knee with his as you all ate breakfast, a deliberate closeness that bordered on invasive, stirring up a greater mixture of nostalgia and confusion within you.

Now he was volunteering to help you make the guest bedroom for Belly's dad and his dad's girlfriend.

You knew that Conrad had never been one for chores or family obligations lately. His sudden enthusiasm for helping out was as baffling as it was unexpected. Yet, there he was, smoothing out the sheets with surprising skill as he carefully arranged the pillows on the freshly made bed. It was as if he was determined to prove something to you, though you couldn't quite guess what that something might be.

The fact it was the 4th of July made the Cousins Beach air buzz with excitement and anticipation. Flags fluttered in the breeze, and the distant crackle of fireworks echoed through the neighborhood. The sun beat down, casting a warm glow over everything, as if the day itself was celebrating. But you knew that couldn't be it.

Conrad and you worked side by side, folding sheets and fluffing pillows in the guest bedroom, a comfortable rhythm settling between you. It was a far difference from the awkwardness that had plagued your interactions in recent days, replaced instead by a sense of closeness.

Conrad's sleeves were rolled up, revealing the faint sheen of sweat on his brow as he worked diligently, his movements precise and focused. You couldn't help but steal glances at him when he wasn't looking, admiring the way the sunlight caught the strands of his hair and the curve of his jawline.

Your conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared memories and inside jokes that seemed to bridge the gap between you. With each passing moment, the tension that had once lingered between you melted away, replaced instead by a growing sense of ease and familiarity.

As you smoothed out the final wrinkles in the freshly made bed, Conrad stole a sideways glance at you, his eyes softening with unspoken affection. It was a moment suspended in time, a fleeting glimpse of the connection you had once shared and the possibility of what could be.

"We both know I didn't volunteer just to help you make a bed," Conrad remarked, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of playfulness as he sat on the finished bed. "I've been wanting to talk to you forever."

You followed him, sitting down next to him. Your gaze met his with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Like you had predicted, there was more to Conrad's sudden eagerness to help than met the eye, and now, as you stood face to face, you couldn't ignore the tension that crackled between you.

"Is that why you insisted on helping me instead of Belly? She did give me a pancake apology," you replied, your tone light but tinged with a hint of teasing.

Your question hung in the air, a thread of curiosity along with a hint of suspicion. As you watched Conrad's reaction, you couldn't help but notice the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his gaze momentarily flickered, betraying his intention to keep his emotions beneath the surface.

His fingers absently traced the pattern on the bedsheet, a nervous energy coursing through him, while his gaze remained fixed on some distant point, as if lost in a sea of conflicting thoughts.

"I mean, I did tell her off at that party if that helps," you offered, your voice light but teasing. You nudged him with your shoulder, a silent invitation for him to share his thoughts.

Conrad's tension eased slightly at your touch, the warmth of your proximity a balm to his troubled soul.

He glanced at you, his eyes softening with a mixture of gratitude and amusement. "Yeah, I heard something about that," Conrad's lips quirked into a smile at your remark, his gaze softening, "The night of our sleepover, right?"

You nodded, a soft chuckle escaping your lips like a fleeting breeze. The memory of that night danced between you, letting you share a flicker of warmth.

You both fell into another comfortable silence, only to be interrupted by the soft rustle of fabric as you leaned your shoulder into Conrad's. Sensing your proximity, Conrad instinctively inclined his head towards yours. He missed your laughter, but it was more like he missed laughing with you. So much that he found himself on the edge of confession.

In a voice barely above a whisper, Conrad's words lingered in the air, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I know we can't go back in time," he paused, "but I want to know everything I missed," he confessed, his nerves palpable despite his attempt to mask them.

You stayed silent.

Conrad's courage swelled within him. With newfound determination, he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his voice a gentle murmur meant for your ears alone. "I really miss you. I miss Bambi, our secret meetings, everything," Conrad admitted, his sincerity echoing in the tender space between you.

Your gaze met Conrad's with an intensity that sent a rush of warmth flooding through your veins. In that moment, you realized how much you felt the same, and it was scary. It was scary that after everything that happened, you could still feel the same way about him that you did the summer before.

Both of you were closer than ever, but you didn't mind.

Your eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between you as you leaned in, your breaths mingling in the space between you. With a gentle touch, Conrad cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, sending shivers down your spine.

Who initiated the final movement would remain unknown. Yet, in that brief instant of contact, your worlds collided. Your lips met his in a tender embrace. It was a kiss filled with longing and reassurance, a promise of all the words left unspoken. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

"Guys!" A series of knocks on the door followed Steven's voice. It startled you both, causing you to pull away rapidly, "They're here!"

Breathless and flushed, Conrad's forehead pressed against yours, your hearts beating in sync. In the quiet aftermath, you shared a smile that turned into nervous laughs, "I also missed this," Conrad murmured, his voice a gentle caress against your skin, as you lingered in the quiet space between words. Had you finally found your way back?

You stood up, taming your curls the best you could with your fingers, "Come on, let's go."

NOTE: this scene is a part of my conrad x oc fic. No prior reading is needed to understand, but if youre interested in reading here are the links (rec to read on watt for faster updates, but a03 is fine too):

wattpad link

a03 link

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x y/n #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp conrad #fluff #conrad fisher romance #conrad fisher fluff #fisher brothers #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher wattpad #conrad fisher ao3 #tsitp season 3 #the summer i turned pretty season 3 #conrad fisher kiss #conrad fisher and reader #conrad fisher angst

[nunyabznsbabes]

I'm sure people have said this about twelve quintillion times before but the thing about Buffy and Faith's relationship that just KILLS me is how Faith sees Buffy. Like. I'm watching Season 3 right now and it's just so...

Okay, we as an audience know that Buffy is imperfect. She's brave and compassionate and selfless, yes, she's a deeply good person, but she's also a person! She's seventeen, and she's scared all the time, and she can be self-centered and cutting and messy. She just spent a summer taking care of herself, all alone in a dingy little apartment in a lonely, dirty city. We know this!! Buffy knows this about herself!! She fails and falls sometimes, and it's genuinely difficult for her to get up again. She's flawed. She makes mistakes.

But Faith. Faith comes to town running from the monsters that killed her Watcher, the monsters that Buffy is brave enough to face. Buffy understands Faith's paralysis - she's run from things, too! She's frozen up before, too! But all Faith can see is this hero, the original slayer, who has more experience and more courage. Buffy has friends and family, and Faith doesn't really know what she looks like alone - hardly even knows that she's been alone. Buffy is responsible and reliable, and Faith doesn't know that she really isn't, for a Slayer. Buffy is the good one, and Faith is the bad one, and that's all that Faith can see.

It just. It kills me every time. Because Buffy understands Faith! She reaches out to her and has hope for her and tries to help her, as much as she can at seventeen years old and faced with her shadow self. She worries about Faith because she's been Faith, or at least been on the brink of being Faith. "Slaying's a rough gig," and "Stuff gets pent up," and she GETS that.

But Faith just doesn't know that they're sharing the same struggles. To her, Buffy is this good golden girl, who has people that love her and always does the right thing and doesn't know what it's like to feel lonely or terrified or twisted. So she's so wrapped up in her own self-loathing and insecurity that she can't accept the extended hand, and she distances them more and more. ARGH. Anyway.

#bvts #faith lehane #buffy summers #bvts season 3 #fuffy #yes this is a fuffy post lol #but it's true even without the romance

[cheshiredogao3]

Two camp counselors hate each other so much they accidentally fall in love one summer in 1986

Eddie: What do you think happens after summer?

Steve: Well, the leaves fall off the trees, then there’s this thing called Halloween.

E: No—I mean with us.

S: Oh. I guess…let’s meet in the woods. If one of us doesn’t show… We’ll know.

A scene from a fic I may never write but hopefully…some day I’ll have time

#the inherent romance of summer nights and fireflies #it’s what they deserve #steddie #steddie fanart #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

[stylishandcynical]

sorry guys, pete wentz saw mikey way which means there's going to be another 6 weeks of pride month

#pete wentz #mikey way #fall out boy #my chemical romance #mcr #fob #petekey #summer of like #bandom