based on call me by your name
set in northern italy during a particularly hot summer, freshly twenty-one year old muse a is spending her vacation at her family's villa. her father is an american professor, who invites muse b, a graduate student, to assist him for the summer. muse b was not expecting his professor's daughter to be a troublemaking college girl lounging around the villa in the tiniest of dresses at all times. he puts his walls up at first, refusing to get distracted by her sensual, alluring nature, but his plan fails one particular afternoon. the two spend the summer sneaking around muse a's parents. they ride bikes to the nearby lake, jumping into the cold water without any clothes on. they fuck each other in just about every location in and out of the villa, always returning to the kitchen for a fresh glass of juice. what muse a doesn't know is that muse b has someone waiting for him back in the states. she's under the impression that their relationship will be the exact same once the summer's over. i'm envisioning two playful muses who are falling in love but pretending they aren't. they're always sun kissed from the intense summer sun, yet they hardly seek shade in the house. they sit outside and feed each other fruit while muse a's parents remain oblivious. they make plans for their future outside of the summer despite how different their lives are.
GIVE ME FORBIDDEN SUMMER ROMANCE!
god now the way i want a plot based off of villains ( 2019 ) like … two stupid idiots who try to be the next bonnie and clyde, making ends meet with what little coins and bills they can scrounge up in their shitty panhandling and robberies while they’re on the run… they’re nothing but petty criminals who can’t even pull off a simple heist, but you know what? it doesn’t matter to either of them ‘cause it’s just them against the world, baby! their shitty car with a fake license plates & the eight hundred bags of chips they stole from that broken dump of a gas station, cheering and whooping with the windows down & the wind in their hair. fucking in ratty motel rooms and dreaming about their future under the tattered blankets, putting together this whole fantasy life they’re gonna live together once they’re old and tired of the shenanigans… yeah, they’re criminals, but they’re not barbarians… so, so, so hopelessly in love, so protective of one another–and where one goes, the other follows.
“Are we just friends if it’s your breath on my neck late at night or if it’s our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren’t doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that we’ve gone too far?”
— tara love / this. this is too far.
SERKAN ÇAYOĞLU YENI HAYAT | 3. BÖLÜM