#romantic sap

[remijaecrowley]

So, made my friend groan at me for being a romantic sap and he complained he will need to up his game. All I did was buy my wife something and included a little note that made her call me a silly goose after.

Purchased as a Gift for: Ravy

  Because you are the stars in my sky, you should shine just as brightly for others. ~remi

[bepoets]

elsarik: ONLY. ONE. BED.

Continuation of roads trip in a blizzard on the way to Anna’s wedding Au? I think yes.

The wedding isn’t until the evening of the next day. They have plenty of time to get from New York City to Maine. Elsa is sure of it. It’s just a little snow. The cold never bothered her anyway.

They make it out of the city, conversation falling into a rather nice normal pattern. Comfortable. Like they’ve known each other for years. It’s when they reach Massachusetts’s that it starts to get dark. And the snow is harder and everything about the trips suddenly seems less like a fun road trip with a stranger and more like mortal danger.

In this weather, and without any sunlight, there’s absolutely no way they’ll make it to Maine tonight they have to try again in the morning. So they stop. Finding a little run down motel not too far off the main highway. A little old lady at the check in counter of the lobby that’s covered in lace and crocheted cat patterns. She overs them tea and warm cookies to warm up from the storm. They ask to book two rooms.

“Oh my fears I’m afraid we’re all booked up, save for one room”

Elsa’s quite certain hers was the only car in the parking lot but her and Alarik shrug. They made it this far crammed in a car together. What’s one night sharing a room? Besides they’ll have their own bed.

And then they lug their luggage up the stairs to their room. Alarik struggles with the key at first, Elsa giggles and his heart skips a beat.

The door opens and there in the middle of the room.

Is one singular bed.

“I—”

“Oh my...”

“Well that certainly...”

“That is definitely a new development yes...”

Alarik insists on sleeping in the chair beside the window. Elsa pretends that she’s not disappointed. But they don’t go to sleep yet, they stay up talking. Elsa’s writing a book. And she’s asking for his opinion on it. She lays out papers all over the bed with drawings and layouts and outlines and random paragraphs here in there. He almost feels out of place, he’s a scientist not a fantasy writer, but Elsa insists. It’s science fantasy, she says, eyes bright and smile wide. And so he sits on the bed, trying not to encroach on her space, and he reads. And by the time he finally succumbs to sleep, head resting on one of Elsa’s notebooks as Elsa lays sprawled our beside her papers beside him, he thinks for a moment that he could fall in love with this girl.

[fangirlfish]

Obsessing and Writing

Another week has gone by. I’ve done some bit of writing, which is great. I could have written more, but it’s great news. The other interesting thing is that I don’t know why, but for some reason I’ve been fixated on Eros & Psyche the past 24 hours. Like legit, I’ve been having a thing for that famous love story mythological story. What can I say... I’m a romantic sap.

I’m going to do some minor edits, but I’m going to post Chapter 13 on AO3 tonight. Depending on how writing goes this coming week, I might post Chapter 14 next Sunday, or go on another hiatus. I’ll be posting a “Chapter 14″ next Sunday regardless as an announcement thing.

I’m also very annoyed I can’t edit drafts I’ve created on the mobile app. It’s VERY annoying because I find it MUCH easier to type on a keyboard. Meanwhile I sometimes see something interesting I want to not only reblog, but also write my own 2 cents on the subject. Gr...!

[anymousse]

I like to think that I’m above the romantic sap. That, after all these years, swooning over romantic movies/romantic scenes in movies, is something I left behind in my teen years.

Yet here I sit, having just watched the animated version of Beauty and the Beast  a day after seeing the remake, and I’m swooning and sighing.

(And slow dancing in the middle of the living room with my Phineas plushie).

[gnarcissistatbest]

tumblr couples seriously make me want to cry, I love being able to see the love in their eyes in their pictures and read it in their words. i love love, guys, what do you want from me.

[manypassions]

I hate being a romantic sap, the other night i watched p.s I love you and from the moment the husband died I cried throughout the whole thing 

[itisastormyoucanweather]

You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that?

John Keats in a love letter to Fanny Brawne

[alexandramjf]

Good morning, Beautiful

This morning, while he thought I was still asleep, my boyfriend leaned over and kissed an inch of skin on my hip exposed from my shirt riding up during the night. It was one of the simplest and sweetest displays of affection I've ever experienced. What's yours?