endless list of films with gorgeous visuals → Treasure Planet (2002)
Dang it, Jim. I’m an astronomer, not a doctor! I mean, I am a doctor, but I’m not that kind of doctor. I have a doctorate, it’s not the same thing. You can’t help people with a doctorate. You just sit there and you’re useless!
“Move your bum!” You knee your friend’s thigh as she plops down directly in the seat you were planning upon sitting in. The end cap seat is your favorite, so you don’t have to face the awkward probability of sitting next to some sweaty stranger who crinkles their chip bags too loud, texts and just generally makes obnoxious sounds such as crying. This one time you made the mistake of trying to sit in the middle of the middle at the premier of some sappy teenage romance, and you ended up getting cried on by some soccer mom sipping a root beer which conveniently sloshed onto your denim shorts. It wasn’t a fun experience. “I’m already sat down and comfy, dude,” Your friend flicks her dirty blonde hair off her shoulder, “Just sit beside me. This film has been out over a week, the chances of anyone sitting next to you are nil.” You roll your eyes and sigh, clasping your slushy and popcorn tightly as you force yourself into the seat beside the end cap. You situate your stuff in the cup holders and shift yourself so that you don’t feel as though you’re sitting on cardboard—which you may as well be with how thin the cushions are. You feel a sense of relief as the lights dim and previews begin sending a dim glow over yourselves and the other three people occupying seats far far away from you. This is going to be a good movie. You lean back and glue your eyes to the screen, that is until the screen becomes a pair of butt cheeks in tight jeans. “Hey!” You whisper yell, “You’re in my way!” You shove at the hip of this stranger, trying to peer at the movie on the screen which has just begun to play. Your legs are pushed and shoved as the group of strangers (how nice, just when you thought it would be good) tries to get themselves situated. You grunt and cross your arms, still seeing a body instead of the hot lead actor’s face. “You could move, you know.” You look up and see a set of dark eyes peering back down at you. And that’s not all, the dark eyes are connected to a nice smile and a great body—a body which belongs to an attractive teenage boy. “Sorry,” He whispers, “My friends… they’re dumb.” You look down the row to see a curly haired boy tackling another guy with skin as pale as a ghost. “Uh,” You nod, “That’s nice, but I’m trying to watch the movie and you’re kind of in my way.” The guy gives you a boyish grin full of mischief, “That can be remedied, but…” He trails off. You roll your eyes, “Whatever will fix the problem immediately, I didn’t pay eight bucks to stare at your backside.” Although I might have, considering the circumstance. You tap your fingers on your bicep impatiently. The boy then promptly plops down: On. Your. Lap. This defies every rule you have set up about the movie theater. He wiggles, “Sorry, my bum is a bit bony.” You resist the urge to both shove him off and run your fingers up his spine, seeing as how that would be a bit weird. He leans into you as his friends continue to make all sorts of racket. “Uh…” He turns around ever so slightly by bending his torso, towering over you. His full lips are pulled up in a smirk, “I’m Calum, by the way. And I don’t usually make a habit of sitting on pretty girls, usually it’s the other way around.” Your jaw flops open for half a second before you snap it shut, “Oh?” He probes you for your name and then continues to chatter endlessly. Most of the things make you laugh, which catches the attention of your friend who looks wildly bemused. You gesture to the boy and she smirks, leaning over, “See, aren’t you glad you sat there?” You grunt and decide to ignore her. Perhaps you dozed off during the movie and don’t have a hot boy sitting on your lap. Calum reaches beside you and steals a piece of popcorn from your bag and you swat at his hand. He giggles and promptly grabs your hand, tugging it around his waist as he absentmindedly plays with your fingers. Weird. That is the only word you know to use, this is really bizarre. About halfway through the movie his friends get themselves in order and Calum slides off of your lap, but he doesn’t let you hand go. “Y’know,” He leans over, “After this ordeal I feel indebted to you, for allow your legs to be a seat in my time of need.” You snort, “Whatever.” He grins, “Perhaps next time you can sit on me.” You feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you’re so glad it’s dark in this theater. As the virtual stranger who invaded your privacy now holds your hand and is insinuating you go on a date. For some reason you find yourself no longer wanting him to be a stranger. “Are you asking me out?” You ask quietly. The boy reels back in mock astonishment, “Of course I am, I don’t just borrow a girl’s personal space without paying her back.” You giggle into your hand. You have no idea what the movie is about, but this is kind of… better.
This is different, but here ya go x
Haven’t been able to get on tumblr in forever because I did the adult thing and got a job, but I noticed I have some new followers and I wanted to say thanks! Hopefully I’ll be writing soon (:
"Oh come on," Your friend groans, "This is not what I had in mind when I suggested shopping with you. Seriously!?” You nod, “Yes, that new book I wanted to read was released yesterday and I’m already here so why don’t you just let me go buy it?” You shift the bags back and forth in your arms as you huff, blowing your hair out of your face, “You could go flirt with the cute cashier in Ross again?” She knocks her hip to the side, “Today is supposed to be about cute clothes and boy hunting, not… book worming? Can I even say that as proper English, Miss Nerd?” You roll your eyes and smile, “I’m going in here. I’ll text you when I’m done, okay?” You gesture to the store and nod in finality, “Okay.” She shakes her head, “You won’t find any cute guys in there, dude. But okay.” She walks off, her nose in her phone as you turn towards the book shop. “Get in and get out,” You murmur to yourself. Not that that is possible, you’re never able to simply walk into and out of a book shop. It’s one of those things where you have to get a coffee from the front and you have to traipse down nearly every aisle and trail your fingers down the spines of the books while breathing in the lovely aroma of paper and binding glue. It takes time in order to get the full experience. You step through the wooden awning and into the store, looking around. You see the display of books directly ahead of you. It’s not something you would normally read, typically you like the ooey gooey John Green type of literature that you need a full box of Kleenex to live through the first chapter. But after a little internet research, you have decided you wish to wander off the pathway of the gumdrop mush you love (what teenage girl doesn’t?) to try something a bit more… brash. Yes, brash would be the word. It’s a book about super heroes. As aforementioned, not something you could typically stand, but the plot summary was just so intriguing you have to pick it up and at least try it. After your ceremonial trip the altar of the java gods, also known as the coffee bar, you begin strolling towards the shelf of books. There’s one pristine copy sitting atop the rack and you just know it has your name on it. As you go to reach for the binding, the brush of warm fingers intercepts you. You prepare your best grouch face in order to get this person, likely some middle aged man, to let you have the victory you’ve been waiting two months to have. “Excuse me,” A giggling voice comes from above you, “But I believe you have a hold of my book.” You tug on the spine, “No, sir, I’m sorry but—” Your eyes flick upwards and you’re surprised to see an attractive bandanna wearing teenage boy standing in front of you. You scowl, “I think you have hold of my book.” His emerald orbs twinkle in amusement, “Oh really?” He’s cute, you’ll admit, in a boyishly charming way with dimples and wild curls. But that isn’t going to stop you from putting up a fight, prince charming or no. You smile pleasantly, “Yes, I have been waiting two months for this and you have hold of it, now if you could—” you tug, but he doesn’t budge, “Let go!” The boy giggles again and it makes your stomach bubble, “That’s rather cute. You don’t look like the type to want to read about villains and heroes… Now, why don’t you go visit the romance section over there and grab something more your speed? Perhaps I could interest you in a vampire slash werewolf love triangle?” Your eyes narrow, “Now you listen here, this is my book. I saw it, I had my hand on it first. A-And you shouldn’t be so judgmental, heck I can read whatever I want to!” A blonde haired boy comes around the rack, “Ashton, what are you doing?” His blue eyes meet yours, “Tug-o-war is not how you get a date, mate.” Ashton rolls his eyes, “Go away Luke, I’m about to have to tackle this one so I can get my book.” “You don’t even read,” The boy, Luke, snorts. Ashton huffs, “Well I want to read this! The sign says it’s action packed.” You smirk up at him, “See, you don’t even read. Now, if you can just let go, you can get along with your business—whatever that is—and I can take this paperback home.” Luke laughs, “I like this one, Ashton. Maybe you should—” Ashton looks back at him just long enough for you to snatch the book out of his grasp, “Hah! You lose!” You turn towards the register, but there’s a hand on your arm, “Wait!” Ashton looks down at you, his skin lightly flushed, “Maybe we can work out a deal?” You cock your head to the side, “Like?” He bites on his lips and you can’t help but look at it, feeling your cheeks heat up. He scratches the back of his neck, “Alright, how about we split the cost of the book and when you finish it we can meet up, m-maybe over dinner, and swap it?” You raise your eyebrow, “That sounds agreeable enough, Ashton…” “Irwin,” He grins, “Ashton Irwin.” You smile and stick out your hand, “You have yourself a deal, Ashton Irwin.” Your friend is not going to believe this.