#smh netflix let your characters sleep

[cryptidofthekeys]

The next dragon age game should be out in the next few years and netflix has a dragon age show coming out (I'm nervous about that tho,knowing Netflix and their habits)

Also: ELDERSCROLLS ONLINE while they dont have as many lgbtq+ elements as the Dragon age series,they are trying. Its been a few years since I did a through play through, but there are many gay men and women in the game,the daedra are sexless entities who chose their own pronouns ( he/him,She/her) and there is an intersex god,though he goes by He/him pronouns, and there's a MtF trans woman in the Summerset Expansion who you go to find for her sister,but her sister didn't know that 1.she was trans and 2.She had used magic to fully transition. And while at first her sister Deadnames her out of shock,once she realizes that she has A Sister and not a brother,they embrace and they sit at the beach to talk to one another because the Cis sister genuinely loves her Trasgender Sister and feels that its time she truly gets to know her.

Honestly I'm so happy that as tome progresses,fantasy games get more and more inclusive and openly so.

Also in dragon age inquisition there are 4 main possible lgbtq romances I'm aware of

Dorian-Gay wizard,his dad tried to use forbidden magic to force him to be strait,when he caught wind of what his dad planned,he left. You can help reconcile the two,and if you're character is male, you can romance him(ive romanced him as a male character cause one of my closeted friends wanted to do so but couldn't risk getting caught,so I romamced him and recorded it for him on my phone at the time,and let him use my phone whenever he wanted,things are much better for him now btw) if you dont romance him,he dates The Iron Bull.

-The Iron Bull: Man or woman he don't care,if your a consenting adult,he will fuck you. I love his pick up line. "Ive picked up on your hints and its obvious you want to...Ride the Bull"(Like YES! YES I DO!)

-Sera: Lesbian mischevious Elf. She has alot of internalized racism to her own people due to childhood trauma but I have a soft spot for her. Shes passionate and while she may see things in Black or White,when she loves someone,she loves deep. Also I love her Tit jokes.

Josephine:Lady Josephine is the eldest child and has many resposabilities. She has great diplomatic skill and empathy. She's a little dense and it takes Liliana (lovingly) threatening you with harm if you harm her for her to realize you like her romantically (you also just gotta plane tell her) you can be either gender. Also you get to duel for her hand in marriage.

Anyway imma try and sleep,gotta doc apt. In the morn but thank u for letting ne ramble!

oof i dont trust netflix in the slightest and imma be he s i t a n t on that part

and honestly so far that sounds incredible!! gjkfdldkjfsd god d a m n so much rep right there, its makin me smile from ear to ear like a doofus <3 and im glad things are better for your friend, it sucks that ur friend couldnt get ‘caught’ like smh get caught what? Get caught loving another human being even IF that being is fictional? but at least things are better for your friend now and it was a v kind thing for you to do to record it for him!!

and HGJFKLDJFGDSL The Iron Bull sounds amazing too and im loving him immensely so just from desc alone rn Sera sounds lovely in her own right tbh- poor girl tho, childhood trauma- not,, not fun- can fuck up a l otta shit- and FUCK YES!!!! DUELING FOR HAND IN MARRIAGE- THATS THE GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE!!! jfgkldfgnjds can you tell i love shit like that??

and got’cha, hope the doc apt goes well!! and no problem!! anytime ya feel like ramblin my inbox is always open!

#Chase Answers #thank you friendo GB69 <3

[cutekitten6]

My thoughts on The Letter For The King (netflix)

this will be structured in three parts: what i liked, what i disliked, what could be improved. Warning: CONTAINS SPOILERS

What I liked

Our main character, Tiuri, is the best protagonist. He has had a difficult background and has a little bit of an identity struggle, but through his journey he becomes more and more clear in how he defines himself. He is so sweet and kind and only wants to do the right thing.

That magic is established as a purely Eviellen thing (aka a part of the black culturof the show). It’s not alluded to, it’s merely a fact.

Diversity. I love Iona, our asian girl, Tiuri, our black boy, and Jussoldo, our resident gay couple. None of it felt forced nor was it villainsed. They simply were.

Queen Alianor being queen without any question. She inherited the throne from her father and it is hers. She was inquisitive and charming, and quite daring romantically.

The chase scene in that very clearly Lord of the Rings-type field. It was not only beautiful but thrilling.

Magic horse. Or, not really magic but a damn smart horse

Arman giving Tiuri his peptalk about how Tiuri is a good person and it doesn’t matter if he’s not the Chosen One, what matters is that he is a good person and actively does good deeds.

Jussipo and Foldo’s campfire talk and kiss, and the implication that they did not sleep at all but talked all throughout the night. Their faces with Piak woke up were hilarious.

Iona and Jaro’s relationship from “I fucking hate you” to “I still fucking hate you but fuck if anything happens to you I will feel guilty.” Very fun. It’s like if the Hound and Arya liked each other from the beginning.

What I disliked

Lavinia pt 1. She was interesting at first, but when they were establishing that her town is full of selfish people and people who will weasel their way for money, it just ruined her. She was so selfish, so money oriented, and just so opposite to Tiuri that it really irked me. Tbf she does improve the more she cares for Tiuri, but still.

Lavinia pt 2. I did not like that she was actually the Chosen One. It makes absolutely no sense for her to be the magical savior of prophecy; not when magic was established as purely Eviellen. There was no explanation as to how or why she has powers, unlike for Tiuri.

Bury your gays. This has been shouted from the roof tops in this fandom already, but wow was it truly an unnecessary death. Not only did a gay boy die, but Lavinia (who, in literally the episode before, used HEALING MAGIC to save Tiuri) did absolutely nothing to try and save him. She only watched as he died. -10/10.

The climactic face off between hero(es) and villain was SO FUCKING LAME. They are just staring at each other, using their “powers” but like???? LAMELY. It seemed like they were trying to mimic Aang vs Ozai’s final fight with the darkness and the light fighting, but my god was so so lame. The music, unfortunately, was not as strong in that moment either.

What could be improved

I think 6 episodes were not enough. There were too many things that were unexplained or needed time to develop. 8 episodes could have been ideal.

First, Iona’s betrayal. It felt like it came out of nowhere, or at least out of very petty spite. She decides to call up the authorities because, what? Arman forgot she was an orphan? Nah nah nah, I need more seeds to be sown to believe it. Sure there was what Jaro said to her after the avalanche, but even then she has the same level of “i hate all of you” as before their quest started. Instead we should have seen her get more and more fed up with the group, or feeling more like an outsider.

Second, what the hell did Viridian do to Alianor??? He turns her eyes black and we see absolutely nothing. The next we see her she’s completely fine? Um, no. Either 1. show us what conversation went down between him and her, or 2. give us a small clip of her alone where her eyes turn black again, to make it clear she’s still under his influence.

Third, Piak should have died instead of Jussipo. Tumblr user @thylovelylionheart wrote about this and I agree 100%. You can find it here. Not only does it make sense, but it also brings a clear flashback to when Jussipo/Piak said that their parents would kill Jussipo if Piak was hurt. Parallel that, not Jussipo’s lyric about their[Jussoldo’s] love being carried to the grave smh.

Tiuri should still have magic. Not only is he a shaman’s son, but his mother knew that he was destined for something large. In the last scene we see her in, standing up on the stands as Tiuri is knighted, she looks unhappy. Why? Also the bird flock??? it needs a bit more explaining.

Having more episodes would then invest us with Tiuri’s mother. Alianor said she would still protect her even after she went to the summit. But then we never see Tiuri’s mother in danger?? It would have brought more stakes to the journey, at least for the audience, to know that Tiuri’s last life line could be hurt, even if he didn’t know.

Heck, we could spend an episode with everyone separated again. Lavinia goes off to find her road. It would give us more time to settle for the idea of Lavinia being the Chosen One, since the reveal would still be ep 5. We could have her be alone and meet someone who, idk, shows her the light (haha). Think Toph and Iroh. She’s still selfish but cares for Tuiri, but is not wired to be a savior. So she gets help from, let’s say the Father Monk from the mountains, who helps her prioritise that even if she doesn’t want to save the world, saving one person [Tiuri] would be enough. And she turns up at the palace FOR Tiuri, not because she suddenly gained morals. it makes more sense in terms of how her character development played out.

The final episode should have been a final battle. That’s it.

Overall: The Letter For The King is a meh show. It’s gorgeous and the first 4 episodes are thrilling and exciting. But the show drops the ball in eps 5 and 6 in a way that really ruins the fun you’ve had. Should you watch it? Maybe.

#the letter for the king #the letter for the king netflix #de brief voor de koning #tlftk spoilers #tlftk #mine #lavinia #tiuri #arman #foldo #jussipo #queen alianor #piak #iona

[patchofsunlight]

Thank youu 🥺🥺

Aw you truly do!! Aw thank you so much. My friend situation rn is just like not the best :/ it never is but like this year has been particularly very bad. And it just makes me sad sometimes but oh well.

Aw I’m so excited to start season 2!! Def gonna procrastinate working on my homework today to watch a few eps lmaoo. Ouu I’m looking forward to season 3 now too!

Omgg I’m def gonna keep an eye out 😉

Aw feel free to talk about him whenever you want! I’m always up for listening!

HEHE TYY

Aw are those good shows? I remember I started watching doctor who like a long time ago but I never got to finish it cause it got taken off of Netflix (just like clueless the other day 😥)

Omg it was amazing!! I love reading your work!

This morning I was just minding my business getting ready for the day (aka changing into pajamas to chill in bed lmao) and I remembered I had the scariest dream last night 😂 I can’t tell if it was like sleep paralysis or a dream of me having sleep paralysis, but all I remember is I was in bed and I was awake but couldn’t move my body and there was this figure standing by my door and it looked so messed up like at first I was like trying to calm myself down and tell myself that it was just my mom (I have this very irrational fear of someone breaking into my house idk why but anytime I hear a sound or something it’s the first thing that comes to mind and I’m just like well guess I’m gonna die tonight) (*um I wouldn’t say this part is graphic but it has to to with being stabbed so this is just a warning) but it wasn’t my mom it was actually a random person who I suppose just broke into my house and they were coming over to my bed and like stabbed me in the back. So that was great :) and I remember I just woke up at like 3 in the morning and had no memory about it and went back to bed.

Aww Nina you deserve the world❤️❤️ thank you 🥰 I hope you have an amazing day and I can’t wait to hear all about it -🌙

moonie you deserve BETTER you TRULY REALLY DO you only deserve amazing incredible friends i said what i said

YESSS WATCH IT AND THEN TELL ME EVERYTHING SEASON 2 HAS THE SPORTS FESTIVAL ARC ITS GREAT

cmwkxowksk i LOVE bakugou do you hear me. LOVE HIM. the fact he has both a superiority AND an inferiority complex? the fact he has a wrong vision of self-worth and that reflects on every single decision he takes? the fact he’s an standard villain character but is INDEED a hero instead? i love him i swear to god if anyone ever comes to me to say “thoughts on bakugou” like they did with jet they’ll be in for a LONG RIDE BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO SAY

i watched doctor who years ago tbh i only remember my favorite episodes LMAOOOO i do remember i loved clara tho 🥰🥰 also game of thrones is really good but then after season 6 it really fucking sucks so idk maybe you can watch it and then when you get to season 7 you let it go 🥰 i recommend

🥺🥺🥺 MOONIE THANK YOU ILY

bro wtf that’s horrifying omg??? moonie you don’t deserve that wtf?????????? i’m glad that it was just a dream and that you forgot about it when you woke up because that sounds TERRIBLE i wouldn’t have been able to go back to sleep smh

🥰🥰🥰 thank you!!! also, loved playing among us with you!!! it was super fun!!!!!! i hope you have a great day!!!

#nina answers #🌙 anon

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Give In (III)

Idris Elba X Reader “Zanzee” Mini Series (6 Part Mini Series)

 Warning: Ansgt

 Word Count: 6.7K

 Summary: For the past 5 months has worked on the set of the “Hobbs & Shaw” movie. She works close to all the main actors and is there to answer any whim they may have as the "Set Concierge". She holds herself to a high professional level and refuses to stray from the right side of that pesky, thin grey line that those in the entertainment industry easily jump over.

 Note: Will go through 1 week in the life of Zanzee Grant. Ya’ll I’m afraid this is as close as I will EVER get to a one shot. SMH. I cannot write a one shot to save my life.

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-Wednesday-

 “Zanzee--,” Tammi began as she walked into your trailer. You flinched and held up your hand feeling as if her voice was piercing through your skull.

 “Jesus, not so loud Tammie,” you growled out.

 “Loud? All I said was your name,” Tammi defended.

 “You’re still talking, god your voice is like nails across a chalkboard only one-hundred times worse. Just please-stop-talking,” you said pressing your fingers to your temples.

 “No need to be mean about it. All I came to tell you was that you’re needed on set.”

 You groaned, dropped your head on the desk and cursed yourself for being reckless on a Tuesday. You had no idea what you were thinking. You knew Wednesdays were always killer. It was as if that was the day production realized they had two more days to make their self-imposed weekly deadlines and they went berserk.

 “Who did you party with last night?” Tammie continued, apparently not getting the hint.

 “No one now leave!” you shouted a little louder than necessary.

 Right now, you didn’t give a shit about pleasantries. It felt like your brain was trying to force its way through the tear ducts of your eyes. You heard the door softly click closed and you released another groan before you sat upright. You rummaged through your purse and found your sunglasses and placed them on your face. Then you gathered all the papers you’d been half-heartedly reviewing and slowly walked out your trailer.

 “Fuck!”

 The sun was high as hell, and your sunglasses weren’t dark enough. More than ever you felt like you should have called out today. You walked across the lot toward the location of the first scene to be filmed trying your best to not think about anything. You’d barely got three hours of sleep, and even when you fell asleep, your dreams made you toss and turn.  You work up feeling unfulfilled yet again but also with a splitting headache.

 You turned the corner and saw everyone from production gathered around. You walked through the bodies toward David. He turned and walked towards you when he saw you approaching.

 “Great, Zanzee, what do you have for me?” David asked with a loud chipper voice. You clenched your jaw and held out the thick booklet you’d put together an hour before. He scanned it, nodded and turned back to the cast and camera.

 “Did we get a response from the city regarding my request?” David asked.

 “The request to shunt down the busiest freeway for an entire day to scene thirty?” you asked with a sarcastic tone.

 “Yes.”

 “Unfortunately, they said they’re doubtful that’ll be possible. They said it would put a major strain on the city, too major,” you explained.

 “Did you tell them it’s absolutely necessary?”

 “Of course, I told them the fate of the free world depended on it, and if they allowed it they would not need to sacrifice their firstborn to you for appeasement,” you joked, but not really.

 David looked at you as if he was trying to decipher if you were being serious or not. You had no energy or want to clarify. From behind him, you saw Idris doing a crack job of hiding his own amusement.

“I can’t tell if you’re serious behind those sunglasses,” David said.

 “I think that’s for the best. Being the most amazing person on this entire set, I turned the denial around. They will not give you an entire twenty-four hours, but they will give you sixteen hours, and it has to be tomorrow,” you said.

 David’s eyes lit up, and he gathered you in his arms and spun you around in the air. Everyone around you clapped and patted each other on the back. The entire thing was not only annoying, but it was also painful. After much longer than you liked he put you back on your feet and patted your shoulders.

 “Seems like all the good things Spielberg had said about you were not exaggerations,” David said. Your ears perked up.

 “Wait, what?” you asked.

 David smiled again but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned back to production and listed off orders at a rapid speed. You looked to the three lead actors who all looked impressed. You smirked and nodded at them. Your eyes went to Idris who licked his lips and pressed them together in one smooth move. That was all it took for your mind to wander and with it your eyes, they traveled down his body and stopped at his waist before you caught yourself and looked back to him. He smiled and looked to one of the interns who approached him. You turned around and walked to the refreshment table in hopes of finding something to perk you up. You saw coffee, other caffeinated drinks, and small snacks. You grabbed a red bull and quickly took several gulps.

“Thirsty?” Jason asked from behind you. You turned and put your finger to your lips shushing him.

 “Ah, hungover,” he corrected.

“No, not hung over that would be unprofessional,” you said.

 “Of course, and we know you’re anything but unprofessional,” Dwayne added.

 You nodded in agreement and took another full gulp of the red bull.

 “Interesting, I didn’t think you had a life outside of this,” Jason said his voice empty of any humor. He was serious.

 You looked at him. You were shocked and wanted to defend yourself against it, but it was then you took the time and acknowledged he was right. You’d been making it impossible to have a life outside of work. You went out on the weekends, mainly Saturday, but otherwise, you kept it very basic and simple. You enjoyed your wine, Netflix, books and kickboxing, anything else fell to the side. No matter how much you wanted to be a bitch about what he said you couldn’t he was right. You had no life outside of this movie; you hadn’t for the last five months. You finished the can in one last lift to your head and tossed it in the garbage without a word.

 “Is there anything I can do for your guys?” you asked. Idris approached then.

 “I think we’re good. You can take the time to take a breather and nurse that hangover in your trailer. We’ll text if we need something,” Dwayne suggested.

 You were not in the mood to argue, you nodded, turned and walked away but not before taking another red bull. Your friends saw your basic life, that was fine with you but here was a stranger who saw it too. That didn’t rub you the right way.

 You spent the next few hours in your darkened trailer getting some well-needed rest. You were also hiding out. You didn’t trust yourself today, when you were hungover your patience was lower, your censor was less, and your ability to recognize proper from improper was iffy at best. Hell, even your thoughts were more erratic, they jumped from work to Idris, then back to work and then Idris before work was pushed to the side allowing you to daydream.

 You barely heard the first knock at your door; you were too deep in your subconscious. From the edges of your mind you heard the knocking, it jarred you from your lying position on your couch. You jumped up, looked around and tried to acclimate fully.

“Z?”

 You heard Idris’ voice just outside, and that made your heard begin thumping madly. You looked around trying to see if anything was out of place. After a few seconds you walked to open the door, and there he stood in the tight black leather of his character’s wardrobe. The racer jacket was unzipped revealing his black men’s tank. You snapped out of it and looked back to his face.

 “Hey, is everything okay? Do you need something?” you stammered.

 “No, no, everything is fine. I don’t need anything,” he informed. You nodded.

 “Okay. What’s up?”

 “I uh—I um, I came to give you what you need,” Idris said. The words probably meant innocently made you shiver thinking of all the things you needed, the list began with his hands on your skin, but it didn’t have an end.

 “Uh, what I need? What exactly do I need DJ Driis?” you teasingly asked and leaned on the jamb of your door while folding your arms in front of your chest. His eyes quickly roamed from your face to where your arms crossed before they came back to your eyes. He quickly shook his head and lifted his hand. You noticed he was holding a cup.

“This.”

 You crinkled your brow inaudibly asking what that was. He smiled.

 “This is my famous and magic potion for a hangover,” he said.

 “Oh, famous and magic huh.”

 “Yep, I can promise you by the time you finish this everything that ails you will have disappeared.”

 You raised your eyebrow at his big promise.

 “What if more than this hangover ails me?”

 “Let’s start at the hangover and see if there’s anything else I can do.” He offered.

 You bit your bottom lip and stepped back allowing him entrance into your trailer. He stepped up and inside. You could smell his cologne weft off of him, and it did things to you. You closed the door and turned to realize all your lights were off.

 “Oh, here.” You said stepping to a lamp, in unison both your hand and Idris’ touched as your both attempted to switch on the lamp. When the room illuminated, you were just a few steps from each other. Neither of you moved or spoke. The same pressurized swell filled the air around you giving you a slight dizzied feeling. He stepped back first and broke the gaze. You busied yourself clearing off a seat so he could sit.

 “There you go.” He sat across the trailer and held out the cup to you.

 “So, what is in this famous magic potion of yours?”

“A little of this, and that. I can’t tell you it’s a secret. I full on plan on manufacturing it and making a profit off of those just like you,” he teased. You smirked.

 “How do I know there isn’t some sort of drug in here? My mom always said never take an open drink from anyone.”

 “True, your mom sounds like a smart woman. I know you don’t know me very well, but I hope you know me enough to know you can trust me. I’d never do anything to put you in harm's way or anything against your will,” Idris expressed. You stared at him, the playful air now changing to an intense one. You didn’t expect him to say that at all. You studied him trying to decipher if he meant the words he spoke. You couldn’t find any hint of a lie or line though. You nodded as you took the cup from him. You looked inside and swished around the smoothie consistency green liquid and unintentionally scrunched up your nose. Idris laughed loudly across from you.

 “I know it looks disgusting, and as a fair warning, it doesn’t smell any better but I promise it’s not poison, and it tastes better than it looks but not much,” he cautioned. You smiled again and swished it around some more.

 “It will do the trick,” he further encouraged. You swallowed and shrugged.

 “What the hell. I can’t feel any worse than I do right now, right?” in a heartbeat you raised the cup to your lips and drank it down. It tasted like every single green vegetable under the sun, mixed with the sourest lemon and a touch of dirt.

 “Drink it all, the good stuff is at the bottom,” Idris urged. You raised it higher and finished its contents. Once finished you made up your face as you swallowed a thick chunk of something. You covered your mouth worried you might puke it back up.

 “Steady; let it go down.” You frowned as you looked at him. He smiled.

“Uuugh.” He nodded.

 “Yeah, sorry about not telling you about the chunk at the bottom, it was better I didn’t.”

 “That is disgusting. Please tell me that wasn’t a raw egg.”

 Idris shrugged leaned back and watched you.

 “How do you feel?” he asked.

 You wiped your top lip and sat still trying to gauge how you felt. Slowly you felt the tension in your head break apart, the pain in your neck and shoulders subsided some, the ball in the pit of your stomach that threatened vomit every thirty minutes faded and the throbbing behind your eyes went allowing you to stop squinting. You looked at him. He sat there with a pleased look on his face. A look that said this was what he expected.

 “What in the hell was in that?”

 He snorted and shrugged again.

 “I told you, some of this and some of that.”

 “Wow, that’s incredible. The throbbing in my head is gone, I don’t wanna puke anymore, I can look at you, like really look at you. Wow,” you continued to marvel. He smiled to himself.

 “Told you, everything that ails you will disappear,” he cockily responded.

 You scoffed, shook your head and sat back on the couch.

 “Who said all that ails me was gone? It’s just the hangover symptoms,” you clarified.

 “Okay, and I said let’s start with the hangover, and we’ll see whatever I can help with. What else ails you Z?” Idris inquired, his voice deeper than before. You looked at him but only for a moment before your eyes went back to your hands.

 “Is it work, this production?” Idris asked. You nodded.

 “Yeah, I know it must be hard working in a huge production being at the beck and call of everyone. Actors have it hard, but crew members have it equally as hard,” he voiced.

 “No, it’s not working in production. This I can handle, this is easy work. I feel as if I could do most of this job in my sleep. It’s not working as part of the crew that’s hard,” you said raking your hand through your curly hair.

 The silence in the trailer stretched on for a few moments.

 “Then what else is it about this production that’s so bad?”

 You risked looking at him; his eyes were glued to you. He didn’t move an inch; he simply waited for you to speak or move. You flared your nose and closed your eyes deciding against saying anymore. You stood.

 “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m fine. Plus, production is almost over, two months left. It won’t matter then. It’s fine,” you lied walking closer to the door. Idris got up from the chair and approached your back.

 “You can tell me Z.” his voice was gentle, and it made you want things you shouldn’t want, things that went past his body. You turned realizing he was closer to your body than you anticipated. His eyes roamed your face before they finally stopped at your lips. After almost a minute he took a step closer to you only leaving about three feet between you. You looked down assessing the space between your bodies when you looked up the look in his eyes gave you butterflies. You licked your lips and did your best to fight the urges overtaking you. The feeling was strong, and you felt your body sway slightly. Idris placed his hand on your waist steadying you but also igniting a deep hidden desire you’d worked hard to stifle for the last five months.

From the depths of your throat, a soft moan escaped your lips. Idris’ eyes dropped down to your breasts, and you saw a flurry of emotions flit across his features before you saw the tight clench of his jaw. He firmly squeezed your waist before he dropped his hand away and took two steps back increasing the space between your bodies. Your core felt the pain from the separation.

 “Glad I could help with your hangover. Guess its not in the cards for me to help with everything else,” Idris whispered searching your eyes.

 He didn’t move for almost a minute. You felt like he was giving you time to react, time to object, to turn the situation around. You wanted to so bad. You stepped closer to him until the space between you was only big enough for a pillow. You zeroed in on his sinful looking lips. You decided to go for it and blame it on the alcohol and hangover like Jamie said. You attempted a step, but your trailer door opened just then.

 “Z—,” Tammie interrupted. You quickly turned away from Idris covering your mouth.

 “Uh, yeah.”

 Tammie didn’t speak; instead she just looked from the two of you almost expecting one of you to explain.

 “What is it Tammie?” you asked annoyance shining through your tone.

 “Uh, David needed to see you, something about the freeway scene for tomorrow,” she informed.

 “Okay, thanks I’ll be right there,” you said, your back still to her.

 “Okay, later.” She stepped back out and closed the door. You place both your hands on your had and lamented on the colossal mistake you’d almost made.

 “I better get back out there,” Idris said breaking the silence.

 “Yeah you better,” you agreed. He nodded his head and walked out the door before he closed it, he hesitated but closed it nonetheless.

 Once you were alone, you scolded yourself as you prepared to go to David. If Tammie had walked in ten seconds later, she would have found you forcing yourself on Idris Elba, thirty seconds later she would have found you with your hands down his pants and two minutes later she would have caught you on your knees with a mouth full of DJ Driis. The thought of how close you’d come to being one of those girls made you want to vomit. You shook it off and pushed everything to the side you didn’t have time right now to lament on it. You had to actually go do the job you were hired for.

 The rest of the day because you were feeling better you stuck around set as the scenes were filmed while you worked on other arrangements. Throughout the rest of the day, you noticed Idris struggle on more than a few scenes, something that was rare. He never missed a line, never forgot a move, or mishandled a prop; he was the epitome of a pro. When he messed up, you saw him scold himself harshly. It was as if he too was affected by what happened before. Even after an impromptu forty-minute break he still had flubs. Dwayne and Jason teased him to lighten the mood, but you could tell he was uncomfortable and increasingly uneasy about it. You said nothing.

Before wrap was called for the day you were able to finish the plans for the cast and crew dinner on Friday. That feat alone helped lift some of the tension from shoulders. It didn’t take it all because your new task was making sure everything was going smoothly for the freeway scene which meant permits, security, police, and all the other little nuances that are associated with set work. Tammie sent you a text a few hours before wrap inviting you to the nightly crew unwind.

 Alcohol was the last thing you wanted tonight. You wanted something or someone a hell of a lot more. You didn’t know how to handle it. Your mind wandered back to the feeling of wanting more than Idris’ body, and that was the root of your distress tonight. You could handle wanting to have sex with him, but wanting more was something unexpected, something you weren’t sure you could accept. You drove yourself crazy the rest of the night watching him film; you were convinced anyone who looked at you could see how bad you wanted him.  Before you finished up for the night, you found Tammie and accepted her invitation for that night. While alcohol wasn’t what you truly wanted, it was what you had to settle for.

~~~~~~

Once you made it to Sin, the bar where everyone was meeting and stepped to the crowd, they all cheered your name. Clearly, they’d already had a few rounds.

 “Finally, where have you been?” Ethan asked as you approached the group.

 “I left set and had a few errands in prep for tomorrow’s scene. I’m here now though. What’d I miss?”

 “Three rounds. Catch up,” Tammie informed pushing her shot to you. You took it, sniffed it and held it up in the air before knocking it back. You grimaced and blew out trying to cool your inflamed taste buds.

 “What the hell was that?”

 “Vodka,” Tammie answered.

 You shuddered, you hated Vodka. You raised your hand to the bartender and ordered two tequila shots instead. That was more your speed. While waited you listened in on the conversation which was on set gossip for the day. Every set assistant had their fair share of actor gossip; they had the best gossip. They knew everything about these celebs, starting from their underwear size to the brand of condoms they preferred if they even liked condoms, many didn’t. Another reason you stayed far away from the cesspool and kept your cookie on constant lockdown from them.

 “What about you Z, any juicy gossip about your Three Musketeers?” another set assistant asked. You looked at Tammie who gave you an interested look no doubt thinking about what she’d walked in on earlier.

 “Is that what you guys call them?”

 They laughed in unison, and you shook your head wondering if the reference was from the candy or the actual Three Musketeers.

 “Um--no, no gossip. They’re pretty tame,” you confessed.

 You didn’t feel like divulging any details, but you sure weren’t opposed to hearing some. You smiled and zeroed in on the gossip of the minute about another set assistant Molly who’d tried to proposition one of the actors. When you got your shots, you drank them both down with no time to spare. You were on a mission to forget everything from the last few hours. Everything. Well, until you were lying in bed that night at least.

 Thirty minutes, seven shots, one tumbler full of bourbon and several sordid tales of celeb escapades or sexcapades with the assistants you shied away from the group to go to the bathroom. You needed to stretch your legs. Once inside the dingy bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror and allowed your mind to wander to the dangerous side of what if. What if you did give in this one time, to just him? What if it wasn’t that bad? What if despite the rumors about him he was truly different and not that bad? What if you were missing out? As soon as you began down the rabbit hole of possibilities, you shut it down with a hard hit to your forehead.

 “Don’t be stupid Z. You work for him, and he’s an actor, be professional, be professional. Two months left, barely six weeks. You can keep your shit together that long,” you recited to yourself in the mirror.

 By the time you walked out of the bathroom, you felt more confident in your ability to keep your legs and your mouth closed. You made your way back to the bar with the other assistants when Ethan approached you.

 “Everything all right?” Ethan asked.

 “Yeah fine,” you responded signaling the bartender for another drink.

 “You know Z; I’ve been trying to get the guts to ask you out for months,” he confessed. You looked at him and tried to give a surprised expression. You studied his face. You knew it all along.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah, I know not very professional, but hey when you see something you want you have to take a chance right?” Ethan questioned.

 You looked up and saw Idris across the bar sitting with Jason and Dwayne. You froze as your eyes met. Whatever Ethan was saying before was now a distant memory. You both stared at each other as if speaking in your minds.

 “You know what I mean?” Ethan asked breaking you out of your daze and forcing your attention back to him.

 “Um, uh…I guess,” you responded completely unsure what he said.

 He smiled as if he’d gotten the best news. You looked behind him to see Dwayne wave you over, you quickly looked away and tried your best to ignore him and focus on Ethan. His mouth was moving again, but you didn’t hear one word he was saying.

 You kept thinking there was no way you could go over there after all that’s happened. Nearly knocking yourself out from his dick was an accident, walking in on him practically naked and wet also an accident, although ogling him after that was more of a choice, but tonight in your trailer, that was something more. Wasn’t it, you thought?

 You especially couldn’t not after all you’d had to drink tonight. Sober you had control, tipsy control was just a seven-letter word. You could seriously do something you couldn’t take back. You chanced a look back to them and saw now Dwayne and Jason waving you over. Idris just sat there rolling his glass of brown liquor in a circle on the table his eyes glued to you. He looked as if he was daring you to come over. You released a sigh in time for Ethan to look back to see where you were looking at.

 “They’re everywhere huh.”

 You snorted and nodded.

 “Seems that way. Go hang out; I’ll catch you later,” you said before you sashayed over to them. Approaching their table, you noticed Idris’ eyes roam your body causing heat to run down your spine. You straightened your back and pressed forward.

 “Hi.”

“Hey, fancy seeing you here,” Dwayne happily chimed in. You scoffed.

 “I think it’s the other way around, Gods among men. Did you guys need something?” you asked.

 “Not at all. Calm down Zanzee; you’re off the clock. We did need you to sit with us, have a drink, or two,” Jason said nodding to the last empty seat at the table.

 “Well I’ve already had more than enough to drink for one night,” you responded. “Plus, I’ve learned my lesson about drinking during the week.”

 “How much is enough? Anything under six drinks is too few,” Jason announced before he chugged down the drink before him.

 “Six? Armature,” you joked. The group of them laughed at your remark. You chanced a look at Idris who sat quietly as he drank his amber-colored drink.

 “Sit, what’s your poison?” Dwayne asked waving down a waiter.

 “We won’t take no for an answer,” Jason said. You raked your fingers through your curly hair and sighed in defeat. You pulled out the empty bar stool from the table and climbed into it. As you did Dwayne and Jason clapped and cheered at their victory. Idris remained silent.

 “So what’s your poison?”

 “Mai Thi? Manhattan? Apple Martini?” Jason teased.

 “Not at all, I’ll take a half of bourbon,” you announced. All three of them looked impressed.

 “Ah, I see why you had a hangover now,” Dwayne said. You shrugged.

 “I only drink the best, but last night’s culprit was tequila.”

 “Oh, you’re a tequila woman,” Jason confirmed leaning back in his chair.

 “Why do you say it like that? Is there something wrong with a tequila woman?” you asked.

 “No, no, not at all. It’s just women who prefer tequila are a whole different breed,” Jason informed. You snorted.

 “What can I get you guys?” the waitress asked.

 “Three whiskeys, and the lady will have a half of bourbon,” Jason listed off.

 “Add a half of tequila to that order please,” you interjected. The waitress nodded and walked off.

 “Please do tell me all about a woman who drink tequila.” You crossed your arms before you and waited for the read.

 “Tequila women are just normally free-spirited, and confident. They’re passionate women, honest to a fault, independent, and from my experience, they go after what they want,” Jason explained. You looked down and swallowed; it sounded like you. You did go after what you wanted, all the time. You went after this job, fought for it, you’d gone after everything you had. You looked up and saw Idris finish his drink while looking at you.

 “Interesting read,” you muttered. The waitress came over and placed the drinks before you. You took up the glass of bourbon and took a hearty sip.

“But you also like your bourbon, so that makes you an entirely different breed. Isn’t that right Z,” Idris said before taking his own heavy sip of his whiskey. You looked over him.

 “How so?”

 “You can clearly handle your liquor. Bourbon says you’re smart to know it’s different from others like scotch. Bourbon’s not cheap, and its flavors are varying, I’d say a woman who likes it is a little reckless if not a lot, she probably tries to keep it under control though so she can come off uptight but watch out underneath is another story. Bourbon is not a typical drink. It’s often too strong for most, it’s a risky drink, you’re a risk taker, you like to be different. Bourbon is an acquired taste no one has it once and loves it; it grows on you, it says you keep trying and trying and never give up. Kinda’ plays nice with the other traits of a tequila girl. Sums up to one hell of a woman,” Idris finished.

 Your mouth was dry, your heart pounded erratically, your stomach was filled with butterflies, and your panties were soaked. No one else spoke or moved.

 “Wow…that was specific mate,” Jason broke in. You looked away and knocked back the rest of the bourbon scrunching up your face slightly. You didn’t know if you should lean over the table and stick your tongue down his throat or drag him to that dingy bathroom and let him bend you over the sink. You bit your bottom lip, lifted the glass of tequila and gulped it down.

 “Maybe slow down a little,” Dwayne cautioned. You scoffed and shook your head grimacing against the slight burn that traveled down your throat into your belly. You rose from the seat.

 “Thanks, but I’m good. Matter of fact, I think it’s time I turn in. Tomorrow’s a big day. Good night.,” you rushed out. You turned, walked to the door and quickly hurried out.

 Once outside you took several gulps of fresh air and tried to still your spinning head. You had no idea how one man held so much hypnotizing sex appeal. You took your phone out and quickly ordered a Lyft. You were pleased when the estimated wait was less than two minutes. Almost instantly a white Acura pulled up; the diver poked his head out.

 “Zanzee?” he asked. You nodded.

 “That’s me,” you hurried to the door, opened it and scooted inside as you were going to close the door another body slide in beside you.

 “Excuse me—” you began before realizing it was Idris next to you.

 “What’re you doing?”

 “I’m not the kind of man who allows a woman he cares for to make it home alone especially one who’s had as much to drink as you have,” he explained. Your heart skipped a beat, and you just stared at him.

 “Eh-em, what am I doing lady?” you looked away from Idris, cleared your throat and slide over giving him more room to fit, he then shut the door.

 “Uh-, 19 Hargrove Road please.”

 The car lurched into motion. You leaned back and looked out the window.

 “I’m fine; you didn’t have to. I really haven’t had that much to drink,” you protested.

 “Good, so you won’t be puking in my lap. Still, I was raised proper, and I’ll see to it you get home safe,” he shot back.

 You took a deep breath in and held it, as you slowly released it you glanced through your phone at your missed messages. You saw a few from our friends asking you about plans for Saturday, and a few from your mom asking about family dinner next Sunday. You typed in a response to your friends knowing the chance of them being awake was higher than your mom. You could feel Idris’ eyes on you, but you didn’t trust yourself to look at him instead you pressed your side to your side of the door taking special precaution not to have any part of you touch him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle that.

 After a quiet thirteen-minute drive the Lyft car pulled up to the front of your apartment building. You thanked the driver, and Idris stepped out first. He held out his hand offering it to you, you bypassed it, grabbed the handle hanging from the roof of the car and stepped out on your own. After Idris shut the door, the car drove off leaving the two of you standing at the bottom of your steps.

 “Nice place,” Idris began. You looked up at the two-story building that held only two apartments, one of the right, the other on the left. It was more townhouse style.

 “Thanks.”

 He nodded and looked to his feet as the awkward silence wrapped around you both.

 “So, thanks, I think I got it from here,” you said walking up the steps to your door. You dug in your pocket and took out your keys while you battled with the lock you felt him still standing there. Everything your mother taught you was swirling in your head. “If someone does something kind for you, repay the favor,” “The proper thing to do is invite a guest in,” “You always thank someone for any kindness paid to you.” You groaned under your breath.

 “Did I do something wrong Z?”

 You paused your actions and shook your head. He was kind to a fault.

 “What do you mean?”

 “I don’t know, I kind of feel like I did something to you that was wrong, or I said something wrong. Did I? did I say something wrong back at the bar?”

 You turned to look at him and felt guilty.

 “Not at all, you’ve done nothing. It’s just that it’s late and-,” you trailed off. He stepped onto the bottom step.

 “Did I say something?” He repeated fully aware you didn’t answer the question. You chanced a look at him.

 “No,” you whispered before swallowing harshly. He took another step up.

 “Out of curiosity, which one do you prefer, Bourbon or tequila?”

 You smirked and licked your lips.

 “Love them both equally.” He took two more steps, now just one below you.

 Z-,” he began before he stopped as if he were trying to find the words. After a few moments, he shook his head, words failing him.

 “I…you-, damn it, you’re beautiful Zanzee,” Idris rushed out.

 You felt as if you’d been kicked in the gut you almost keeled over. You forced your back straight and tried to control your breathing.

 “Say something.” You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

 “What do I say?” you whispered.

 “What’re you thinking?”

 You searched your brain for some thought, but it was blank.

 “I don’t know,” you responded in another whisper.

 “Then what do you feel?” He asked.

 You couldn’t tell him what you felt. You couldn’t tell him anything about how you felt or thought you felt. You sucked your top lip into your mouth and nibbled it trying to stop the words from forming. His eyes dropped to your lips, and he took the last step to you. You sidestepped giving him enough space to stand next to you.

 “Idris-,” you began before you stopped to gather your thoughts better.

 “What do you feel Z?” he repeated. Again you opened your mouth to speak but didn’t. You dropped your head down, but he caught your chin and lifted your head to look into his eyes.

 “Fuck.” You hissed out. Once he heard it, he smiled, and any thought of professionalism died there.

 “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse. You’ve always been so reserved, so controlled.”

 “Don’t you mean uptight?” you teased, he smiled.

 “Are you uptight?”

 “Some might call it that.”

 “What do you call it Z?”

 “Controlled, methodical, disciplined,” you filled in. He nodded while focusing on your lips again.

 “Good attributes to have, but you can’t be controlled your entire life. Don’t you ever worry about the things you’re missing out on by being so disciplined?” He asked.

 As of late, it was all you worried about, all thanks to him. You weren’t going to tell him that though.

 “If it’s meant for me there’s no way I can miss out on it. It’ll always be mine.”

 No more words were needed; you just stared at each other your eyes doing the talking. His hand trailed from your chin along your jaw to your ear where he tucked some of your unruly curls back. His fingers then dropped to the crook where your neck and shoulder met. His eyes followed his fingers, and before long his hand was trailing down your back to your waist.

 “I don’t ever do this; I don’t-this isn’t who I am. I’m not the man who prays on set assistants or interns. I like to stay far away from things like this but…,”

 “But?” you questioned.

 “There is something different about you Zanzee, something that I saw the first day of production, something that I keep seeing more and more. Over the last months working with you, I am more drawn to you than any other woman, and I don’t know why. I don’t know why I want to touch you, I don’t know why I want to take care of you, or why when we’re near each other I have to fight my body from drifting to yours.” Idris spoke as he looked over our features.

 “It’s the draw of what you can’t have,” you spat out. He arched his eyebrow.

 “Is it? Is that your way of saying that what I feel you don’t?”

 “I never said that just presenting a plausible reason.”

 “So, you feel what I feel?” he asked again.

 You wanted to say yes, but you couldn’t. You knew this story; you read about this story time and time again in tabloids. You’d seen it play out before your eyes. You knew the beginning, middle, end and after effect. After you opened your thighs somehow, it would get out, and you’d be labeled as this set groupie, another one of his many flings. You couldn’t live with that sort of title or reputation.

 “No matter what I may or may not feel it doesn’t matter, just as what you think you feel doesn’t matter. We work together, you the actor me your set concierge. Those are the facts that cannot be changed. I work for you, that’s all,” you explained with more calm in your voice than you expected. You sounded sure although you felt anything but. He studied you for several long moments.

 “What’re you saying Z?”

 “I can and will do anything for you as your set concierge, anything in the scope of my job but anything beyond that isn’t something that I can do. I’m a professional, I hold myself to certain standards and expectations. I refuse to lower myself as countless others have. That’s not the woman I am,” you finished.

 You watched his expression go from gentleness to confusion, to understanding and then finally sadness. He nodded dropped his hands from your body and took two steps back.

 “Right, I’m sorry Z, this was inappropriate. I’ve crossed a line, and I apologize for that. It won’t happen again; please forgive me,” Idris said his voice full of emotion.

 You had no words, seeing that he nodded curtly and walked back down the steps.

 “Good night,” Idris said as he walked down the sidewalk and into the night. A heavy feeling rested in your stomach, a feeling of worry that you had missed out on something that was meant for you.

 To Be Continued….

A/N: Do Not Come for me y’all!

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“The Haunting of Hill House” Review

‪Bro, what the FUCK??? Ok alright alright alright, I never expected a horror show to have me on the verge of tears almost EVERY EPISODE. Netflix is hitting it out of the damn park with these originals lately. I thought “Maniac” was amazing (it still is), but “The Haunting of Hill House” (THOHH) blew me away. I thought it was just going to be some regular scary show like AHS or something, but man oh man was I wrong. ‬

There’s actually very few movies or TV shows I can say made me feel something I’ve never felt before from cinema. “Maniac” did similar in regards to it’s darkest of humor for sad stuff while THOHH does the exact same in it’s own right, constantly jerking me from side to side. That of which one side being fucking TERRIFIED and the other making me actually clench my chest while blinking repeatedly from keeping a tear come out. This happened CONSTANTLY through the series. You’ll honestly forget you’re watching horror half the time, because the themes are so serious and so well handled, but don’t let it fool you. Once your guard is down, that’s when they throw in those bitchass scares. 🤦‍♀️

Anyways, let’s talk about this work of art:

- Firstly, the complex story. It’s timeline is spread out across the season consistently jumping from random times in the past and to the present. It sets up so many questions from the start that gets crazy satisfying answers. It’s so well thought out, it’s fucking nuts.

- This ensemble gets their own episode each and they all shine so bright. Such unique characters and character building. By the end, it’s almost reminiscent of seeing The Avengers come together I swear. 😤

- Speaking of which, even the side characters all have their stories come full circle satisfyingly. THE DETAIL IN THIS SHOW.

- Oh, and you can play fucking “I spy” every episode with ghosts in the background and scare tf outta yourself while doing so smh.

- There’s SO many monologues in this show, even for side characters. They’re all executed so well and written so creatively. Such poetry in verbiage choices. (also similar to “Maniac”)

- So on top of the well done creepy/eerie directing, you’ll get a couple cheap scares but they’re at least unpredictable and will legitimately scare you. I swear to god I have such a love/hate relationship with this show, but I promise you’ll actually appreciate how well balanced this show handles the drama and horror. Plus, it’s ACTUALLY scary. 🙏

- I need to give a full bullet point just for one episode (ep.6). It was directed with about 3-5 single shots of around 10-20 mins each, that featured all of the cast including even the child actors. Acting and directing was absolutely flawless. This episode deserves a fucking Emmy for the love god if it doesn’t I’ll fight someone.

- Lastly, the TWISTS AND SURPRISES OMG, I SAID HOLY FUCK OUT LOUD THE LAST EPISODE SO MANY TIMES. Side note: the show finally got one tear from me during the last episode. Bravo, BRAV-O.

So in conclusion, FUCK this show I loved it. It’s possibly my favorite show of 2018. Yet another piece of art that’ll go down in cinema history. Thank you Netflix, and thank you everyone involved in this show. I def won’t be sleeping tonight while being in my feelings, so thanks for that too.

P.S. Nell is a damn angel who deserves the world. I would die for her. 😭😭😭

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Best Friend! Yuta

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N i havent posted in like 5 years and i have no excuse and this wasnt even requested but there is an extreme lack of yuta content and i decided to make it myself smh ANYWAYS i liked writing this a lot and feedback is encouraged!!! lov u lil squishies muah <33 -Admin Madi

ALSO this was inspired by this post from @xuxi-rolls and this post from @youaremychwingum which are both amazingly cute blogs and people so go check them out!

Backstory first! You two met in the 3rd grade when he was deep in his anime phase and you were obsessed with collecting erasers that were shaped like weird things such as lipstick tubes and paintbrushes

Yuta stole the paintbrush one and started using it like a sword like a character from his fav anime and boy when you saw him do that were you were like “im gonna do it. Im gonna kill him”

You literally stomped your lil sketcher clad feet over to his desk and YANKED that shit from his chubby fingers with zero remorse

And he started crying and you felt bad and were like “well fine you can have it i guess”

And he immediately stops his FAKE crying bc hes a snake and sticks his tongue out at you as he snatches the eraser back

And you went into full Attack Mode and you two got into a small fist fight and the teacher had to break it up it was nasty

Anyways after you two went through the next year having some major beef, yuta apologised bc he’s a gentleman and even bought you a new eraser!

It was shaped like a dinosaur and you loved it so much that you instantly forgave him bc you didnt have an eraser in that shape yet!!

And he was beaming after seeing ur face light up like that and proudly pulled a matching dino eraser from his back pocket and was like “we match!! We can be best friends now!”

And you Loved that idea you were like yes okay first order of business: more erasers

Anyways you two just instantly clicked bc ur sense of humor was v v similar and life became so much more enjoyable with having him there to share the experience with you

Throughout ur many years of friendship, Yuta had always wanted nothing more than for your friendship to be comfortable, honest and loving

You’re the one that he rants to, gushes to and confides to so your friendship to him is so precious

And as you grew older and gained more freedom, both of you started to do more things outside of school like go on late night drives, go to the movies, amusements parks and out to eat every other day

And it became natural and routinely that going days without one another felt weird??

And you and yuta have discussed the idea of maybe you two being soul mates, but in a completely platonic way

Like you were two halves meant to come together

And yuta liked to reinforce this idea bc when it comes to being lovers, you shouldn’t be looking for your other half, but rather looking for the person who already makes you feel whole

And so when y’all graduated from high school you immediately got an apartment together!

It’s definitely not very fancy or anything since you both only had part time jobs here and there during the school years and summers, but it’s better than nothing!

And although yuta and you are similar, your styles are where you really begin to differ

While he wants to have pictures of mountains and gardens hanging on the living room walls, you would rather have mirrors shaped like suns and fairy lights behind the couch

And obviously after some friendly banter, you come to an agreement that a painting of pretty outside scenery at night would look great with some fairy lights to compliment it!!

And so your apartment quickly becomes a mesh of your style with his and it’s oddly nice?? Like who would’ve thought that yuta’s knick knacks from japan would look so cute next to your family photos

It’s a two bedroom apartment but you both end up sleeping on the couch in a heap more often than you’d like to admit

You’re both in uni doing ur own things so when its time to come home and relax, you’ll find yourself curled up next to him on the couch with your laptop open and writing a paper while he’s munching on some snacks and watching a game of soccer he missed bc of classes

And you’ll quickly fall asleep bc papers are boring!! And yuta doesnt want to move bc your laying on him and doesnt want to disturb you so he’ll just quietly cheer to himself when his team scores and eventually falls asleep

But sometimes he has no problem lightly shoving you off and going to his own bed bc the couch isnt really that comfortable and hurts his back after awhile, but he brings your duvet out so its more comfortable for you at least

And although you two are pretty much joint at the hip, your bedrooms are private from one another

Like its nice being with yuta, but its also very important that you have time to yourself and so neither of you are intrusive when the other person is in their room with the door shut

If either of you need anything you’ll just shoot each other a text or quietly knock on the door rather than just barging in which is something that both of you really appreciate

And you obviously have other friends besides yuta that you love dearly! And you make sure that you get to see them often and that yuta goes out with his friends too bc its easy to get sick of each other no matter how much you love one another

And this makes for your friendship to be healthy! Which is like, the most important thing bc being your own person is important and having close relationships/friendships is also important! But its easy to get too attached and end up hurting yourself down the road

And yuta is aware of this as well and so it makes things a lot easier bc he knows when you need your space and when to distance himself if he needs it too

But living with yuta is a lot of fun!

He likes to cook sometimes so you’ll always have a full tummy with yuta around!! And if he's not in the mood for slaving over the stove, he’ll just make some instant noodles and call it a day

He really tries to make as many traditional japanese dishes as he can so he can have a slice of his home whenever he’s feeling down, and he just really enjoys sharing that part of his life with you too

Undoubtedly his favorite part is when he gets to hand feed you with a spoon and witness the look on your face as you chew bc it’s really rewarding for him

Sometimes your schedules kind of clash on days so whenever he’s home and you’re in class, he’ll make food for himself and leave you tupperware containers of food in the fridge for you to heat up when you get back bc he knows you’ll just crash and not eat which is really bad

And yuta cares about ur health!!! He’s attentive as heck!!

But you’ll do the same thing for him, and even if you aren't a world renowned chef, you’ll lay cash on the counter for him to call in a pizza or something quick

If you know he’s been craving something then you’ll leave the number for the place next to the money you leave so it makes ordering a bit easier for him!

Also, yuta is very organized! Sometimes he’ll throw his jacket here and there or have some things where they shouldn’t be, but yuta really likes having a clean and tidy apartment!

He hates doing the dishes, but he’ll literally do anything else

He likes to vacuum for some reason you dont know but you’re like okay have at it! One less thing i gotta do! And he’s really happy once he’s done bc BAM you have clean floors

And you’ll just be sarcastic about it but in a loving way and he laps that shit up bc sarcasm!!! His second language <333

You two have a nightly routine that ensues when neither of you are busy the next day so  you’ll watch a movie on netflix you’ve been eyeing together and crash

Sometimes when yuta gets home on these nights you’ll still be in the shower or getting ready for bed, and yuta will come in and sit on the counter and you’ll talk about your day and just chill while shampooing ur hair (which yuta is obsessed with btw..he loves touching and playing with it)

But he’ll just be there,,listening closely and telling you about his own day while drawing squiggly images on the mirror like hearts and stick figures holding hands (its always you and him, but when you ask, he insists its him and winwin)

And you laugh bc boy does ur bff ever have a massive crush on sicheng!!

But yuta is just cute and likes your platonicness with him

Bc he really does love you! People often ask you two if you’re dating and you can see why people would ask that bc you and yuta are super close, but it’s also kind of an odd thought to both of you bc yeah you love each other but,,,not as lovers

And so you’ll laugh it off and talk about it afterwards bc you really cant see each other in that light because you tried dating in high school and it just felt kind of weird

Yuta loves to tease and joke around with you, sometimes be a little (read; lot) sarcastic with his jokes but he really does care about u and thats how he shows his affection!!

He’ll hold ur hand when ur out at the grocery store or shopping together and likes to pat your head and plays with your ears but thats about it for physical affection!

You’re emotionally bonded more so than physically which is not a bad thing uwu

Yuta finds it kind of hard to openly joke around to the same extent with others as he does to you and knowing this makes you feel really special

Like yeah!! Thats right!!! Im his best friend!!

Yuta also LOVES to dance with you

It doesn’t matter if it’s serious or not, he will not hesitate to pull you up onto ur feet and have you dancing with him

ESP to sistars shake it! Y’all have so much fun when that song comes on

At first this was embarrassing but then yuta would just NOT stop shaking his butt so you were like oh well lets both look cutely dumb i guess

And you’ll get noise complaints a lot bc the walls are thin and you’re moving around, creating a lot of noise and you feel especially bad when this is all happening at like,,,3am

Anyways you live kind of a fast pace life so whenever you gotta be somewhere you kinda fly out the door with ur feet shoved into ur shoes with the backs down and yuta will silently come behind you and remind you to slow down and will bend down and personally make sure they’re on properly so you don’t trip and die

It annoys him sometimes bc you should be taking better care of yourself and he’s not always going to be there to look after you and that worries him!!!

To allow him to sleep a little better at night, he bought you slide on shoes that you can easily shove on and fly out the door so he won’t have a heart attack at the thought of you falling down some stairs due to the hastiness of which you put your sneakers on improperly

And he’s also the one who is like “hey its been a couple of months so i bought you a new toothbrush bc dental hygiene is important” and you’re like “okay nice i just bought some new toothpaste on sale the other day, it’s minty so i think you’ll like it”

And this is how you two co-exist in ur shitty lil apartment

Yuta is also into soccer so you always make sure to go and support him at his games! Even if they’re just practices or whatnot, you’ll always be on the bleachers cheering for him!

Which yuta LOVES because he’ll point you out to his teammates and be like “thats my best friend, ugly, right?” and they’ll just laugh bc of his teasing and they can tell you two really get along

And yuta is uwu x100 at this

Anyways yuta likes to show off and do fancy tricks like sliding on the grass to get the ball and he’s all dirty when you get back to ur apartment together and you wont let him touch anything bc that means more cleaning which neither of u have the energy for

So you’ll basically make him take VERY large and wide steps towards the bathroom so he can shower and leave minimal dirt behind as he does so

And then he’ll come out of the shower with wet hair and clean up the tracks he left with a paper towel but he’ll go in circles for a good 30 seconds wiping up dirt and then water from his wet hair

And you’ll observe him and laugh for a bit before you’ll drape a fluffy towel over his head and he’ll pretend to be scared and ask who turned off the lights

To which you nudge him and call him a dork, but when he takes the towel off and get to look at his face, you tell him he did a great job at the game and his eyes will change from playful teasing to filled with genuine love in .5 seconds and he’ll instantly wrap you in his arms

And you’ll find warmth in his embrace and wonder why he smells so good and then you’ll realize he’s using your shampoo

You’re like okay well, sigh, whatever its okay bc hes cute i guess so we can share

And then yuta will pull away, give your head an affectionate pat and go work on a paper or something due for school

Which you both do a lot of late night paper writing sessions and so when he tells you he’s retreating to his room for the night you’ll go and cut up some fruit and gather some snacks he likes and bring them to him before he becomes too absorbed in schoolwork

And he does the same to you except he brings you a lot of water since its “important to stay hydrated~!” and will cover you in his favorite blanket bc he claims it “helps you write better papers”

And you arent allowed to refuse bc one time you tried to and yuta was like “okay well i guess i’ll be moving out then” and you’re like okay i know you’re joking but its hot in here i dont want to have a blanket on me

And yuta starts to dramatically pick things off of shelves until he’s saying things like “i’ll be out by morning since im not appreciated” and you’re rolling your eyes so hard you think they’ll go to the back of your head but its like okay fine thank you for your magic blanket houdini

Yuta just winks at you and does a theatrical bow before putting everything back and leaving you to write your magical paper

ANYWAYS thats what most nights are like, full of playful banter and fun talks

You also both THRIVE off the dollar store which is literally everything bc you two get so excited going in there!

They have everything so its like?? This place is my Second Home and i Love it Dearly

And yuta likes to buy candy there since its so cheap and one time when you were looking for a new broom, he wanders off and comes back with his hands behind his back and is like “guess what i found!!!”

And this is nothing new because yuta gets excited about the cutest things so you’re like “gum?”

And his smile gets all wide and bright like i KNOW you know the one im talking about, it’s literally kept me alive for the past 18 years

And he’ll bring his hands out and WOW ARE THOSE ERASERS THAT ARE SHAPED AS SMALL ORDINARY OBJECTS??

And you just want to CRY bc thats literally the sole being of your friendship in his HANDS!

Yuta is proud as heck and buys two matching ones for you two and they’re of paintbrushes in honor of the one he snatched in the third grade!

Which makes your heart so happy and content

But thats the effect yuta has on you! Someone who always manages to have you smiling and happy with life

But he does end up buying candy bc its basically your duty as a human to buy some expired candy from the local dollar store

And yuta really loves the flavor blue raspberry, esp if its sour and he finds a bag of sour jolly ranchers and goes nuts

And he picks out and religiously eats only the blue ones, a red one makes the cut here and there, but you’re like?? Yuta?? Can i atleast have ONE? And he rarely ever shares but its like okay whatever enjoy your cavities heathen

And you’ll clown the shit out of him bc his tongue is blue, his teeth are blue and the area around his mouth is blue and you cant just let that pass

And he’ll laugh when you try and come up with palpable things to call him, and when you’re both giggling uncontrollably, he’ll try to kiss your cheek bc he’s all sticky and he knows that would drive you mad

And its the same with his fingers bc theyre all blue and sticky too and he’ll hold your hand so hard that your fingers stick together and youre like yuta!!!! But you really secretly enjoy it

And then you’ll go home with bags full of god knows what and struggle to find places for everything but its okay bc the memories that come with the plastic bags and erasers from your childhood remind you why you love yuta as much as you do

Can you tell i love yuta yet or is this au too vague <3333

#yuta #nct yuta #yuta nakamoto #nct imagine #nct scenario #yuta imagine #yuta scenario #nct au #yuta au #NCT 127 #nct 2018 #admin madi

[psycho-alchemist]

So Many Questions!!

Tagged by @thetruthofyourdespair, thank you!! :)

RULES: Answer all questions (that you can), add one question of your own and then tag as many people as there are questions.

1. coke or pepsi: COKE. Pepsi is horrible don’t do this

2. disney or dreamworks: Disney!! I owe my childhood to them, and their movies mean the world to me. <3

3. coffee or tea: Coffee yessssssssssssss

4. books or movies: If I have the time, I prefer books! But I also really appreciate dinosaur movies and animated movies.

5. windows or mac: Windows; ugh can’t stand Mac

6. dc or marvel: I never really got into either, honestly! I think I’d choose Marvel, but I also don’t know shit so

7. x-box or playstation: I’ve never owned either system, but I’ve played a lot of Xbox :)

8. dragon age or mass effect: Haven’t played or even heard of either, but I will look them up and check them out!!

9. night owl or early riser: Night owl, but I’m gonnna become an early riser once I start my job...

10. Cards or chess: Cards, but I only really like Uno. I don’t play chess because two of my cousins are literally top chess players in the country, so IT’S NEVER FUN

11. chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE

12. vans or converse: I’ve only ever worn DC/Vans shoes! <3

13. lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: uhh hold on let me google this.... Ah apparently it’s another Dragon Age thing, idk man

14. fluff or angst: I prefer angst most of the time, but GIVE ME OTOME GAME FLUFF PLS

15. beach or forest: Forest! I don’t really like being in the sun, since i’m pretty dark already Dx

16. dogs or cats: Cats! I don’t have the energy for dogs hahaha

17. clear skies or rain: clear sky; I like hearing the rain, but I don’t like how dark it gets :(

18. cooking or eating out: I hate cooking, but it’s better for my health Dx

19. spicy food or mild food: mild. I have a whole rant on this--I just feel like if food is spicy, I can’t taste the actual food! >:(

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: CHRISTMAS <3

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: TOO COLD. I hate being too hot; I get so sweaty and gross, and you know...My hair is the only thing I have going for me. I can’t have my hair frizzing up in the heat; I look like Medusa. Too cold is perfect.

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: The ability to eat anything without it affecting my health 😭

23. animation or live action: animation! (unless we’re talkin about dinosaurs)

24. paragon or renegade: I DON’T PLAY MASS EFFECT (ummm where are the Fire Emblem questions??)

25. baths or showers: showers

26. team cap or team ironman: Iron Man, because he’s more relatable

27. fantasy or sci-fi: sci-fi, as long as it’s not super boring

28. do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: (not in order)

“I won’t say you’ll definitely make it if you don’t give up. But if you do give up, there’s nothing left.” - Aomine Daiki (Kuroko no Basuke) (I seriously motivated myself through college with this quote)

“I wonder what sort of criteria you use to divide people into good and evil.” - Makishima Shogo (Psycho Pass) (I do have a set of morals that I don’t budge on, but this quote (and this character in general) made me really question my morals and why I believe them.)

“I’d like a gas-heated bath more than a wife.” - Handa Seishuu (Barakamon) (um I mean SAME)

29. youtube or netflix: Youtube! I don’t have Netflix, and I have Youtube videos playing pretty much nonstop when I’m at home.

30. harry potter or percy jackson: PERCY JACKSONNNNNNNNNNNNNN

31. when you feel accomplished: when my edits get over 700 notes <3

32. star wars or star trek: Don’t kill me, but I really don’t care for either >_<

33. paperback books or hardback books: HARDBACKS. Hardbacks, I absolutely LOVE hardbacks. I have nothing against paperbacks either, obviously! But when I really treasure a book, I buy the hardback version so I can keep it in the best condition and not damage the spine/cover! <3

34. to live in a world without literature or without music? This sounds awful EITHER WAY, but I truly can’t live without music.

35. who was the last person to make you laugh? My mom! Idk what about, but she always makes me laugh c:

36. sour or sweet candy: Sweet

37. dawn or dusk: I’m never awake at dawn, so I’m gonna say dusk. If I am awake at dawn, I want to die.

38. piercings or tattoos: I’m not really into tattoos since my skin is stretched, but I love piercings!! I have two on each ear, and I’m planning to get another piercing after I graduate. :D

39. girls? HOT?????: There are so many hot girls out there.....................but I am NOT ONE OF THEM

40. snow or fog: Snow!! I love, love, LOVE snow.

41. do you sleep facing the wall or the room? I prefer to face the window, but only if there’s a curtain in front of that bitch

42. TRC or AFTG: alright let’s google these...............nope, I got nothing, idk

43. horror or drama: Horror. It scares the shit out of me and I need to be with someone else, but I hate excessively dramatic stuff.

44. ocarina of time or majora’s mask?: Hmmmm I haven’t actually played either, but I’m gonna say Majora’s Mask. My cousin has played both, but she’s played Majora’s Mask a bit more, so I’m more familiar with it.

45. would you rather live in an area of more nature or city?: City. I really like the city environment! Not a fan of big sprawling fields and shit

46. what’s your addiction right now?: Chocolate ice cream

47. what languages can you speak?: English

48. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: the US or Japan. There are a lot of places I just wouldn’t feel comfortable :(

49. sun or moon?: The moon is prettier!

50. potato bread or banana bread?: 👏🏽 BANANA 👏🏽 BREAD 👏🏽 IS 👏🏽 MY 👏🏽 SHIT 👏🏽

51. are horses good?: I don’t trust them enough to ride them but they seem very sweet

52. Edward Elric or Alphonse Elric?: Edward, just because he has been a role model for me since I was 11. But I love Alphonse too <3

53. Logan or Deadpool?: I actually haven’t seen any of the X-Men movies or Deadpool. D:

54. Pokémon or Digimon?: Pokemon!! I love those games <3

55. One-shots or lengthy fics? Generally speaking, one-shots. I lose track of what’s going on in lengthy fics. Plus there are a lot of fics that never update or take a while. That’s not the writer’s fault, of course, but I prefer to read one-shots or maybe longer stuff that has been completed. Even then, I don’t read anything too long.

56. What’s a hairstyle you want but are too scared to try? (this is my question) I want this blue ombre so bad...but it’s way too much work smh

Thank you for the tag!! :)

I tag: @lil-dorkling, @lieutenant-sarcastic, @smallersocksx, @liberty-flight, @scarfblogs, @hannarunj, @lxnaalas, @maddreamwalker, and anyone else who wants to do this!! I chose who to follow based on mutuals and new followers, so I promise I’m not stalking any of you! And as always, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. :)

#p-a talks #tag thing

[theemichelleb]

Little Fires Everywhere (Hulu)

I was actually really excited about this series, BUT I had no idea it was going to be a miniseries that was so short!

Talk about feelings hurt, LOL. It’s THAT good!

I didn’t watch it from the day it aired, because honestly I wanted the first season to finish so I could binge it all at once. I got to the point where I just couldn’t wait anymore, so I turned it on… hooked from the beginning. Little did I know that I started watching the week before the last episode aired, so I think I can say i successfully accomplished that mission accidentally, LOL.

If you haven’t seen the miniseries and don’t want spoilers, this is your warning!

When I first saw the trailer for this series I was intrigued and knew I wanted to watch it. Between Kerry Washington (Mia Warren) and Reese Witherspoon (Elena Richardson) playing opposing roles and the intriguing fascination of somebody being a fire starter I was hooked!

I can definitely say that both women bring an authentic feel to their respective roles and deliver on astounding levels. I IMMEDIATELY did not like Elena Richardson’s racist behind, LOL, crazy because I love Reese Witherspoon as an actress. Somebody actually mentioned it had a bit of a Legally Blonde feel to it and I completely agree!

This miniseries addresses so many different topics, including racism, sexuality, sexism, bad parenting vs good parenting, and they’re all centered in discrimination and judgment. I can say I appreciate the layout of the story and it honestly makes me want to order the book to read it.

Moral of the story here, discrimination and toxic mindsets really are nurtured into the youth and that’s how these things continue on through generations. That goes for all sides of all playing fields. I disliked Mia Warren the same way I disliked Elena, but I could honestly tolerate Mia more because she’s relatable. Both of these women, however, made horrible mothering decisions. Maybe I say this because I don’t have children, but before anything else outside of your home your children should be put first. There were too many external factors playing into building the foundation for how they expressed they loved their kids.

The obsession Elena had with Mia from the beginning after reporting her as a homeless person sleeping in her car was a perfect representation of the white women obsessed with “fixing” things they think are broken but have nothing to do with them.

Lexie Richardson plagiarizing her essay to get into Yale based on Pearl’s actual life struggles of discrimination, getting pregnant but so ashamed she puts Pearl���s name on her abortion paperwork, and the fact that she was dating a DARK black boy with a box cut… she was the poster child for white people that refuse to just let black’s be great, smh.

But even more frustrating the obsessions Pearl had with being in the Richardson’s home (in spite of all of that craziness), and with Izzy being under Mia was just strange… but I get it, they both found something they always wanted from their protector in somebody that barely knew them but accepted them for who they were, or so it seemed. Elena was really just a devious, unhappy woman trying to project herself on a poor black girl as a savior when she didn’t need to be saved.

Who was my favorite character in this show? Baby May Ling! She was the only one that wasn’t messy and was truly just trying to live her life and catch some z’s with her stuffed animals, LOL.

Everybody had their “thing” that resulted in the downward spiral of their character, mainly based in the root of the secrets they held and tried to protect from everyone around them. That portion of it actually reminded of “The Stranger” a series on Netflix that has the first season ready to watch right now; go check it out! But, the underlying of moral of living your truth was a big key lesson for everyone within Shaker Heights to learn.

I can definitely say I’m thankful for the real world representation and how well written the series was. I would definitely suggest the watch and encourage the discussions that can arise from the series itself. This can serve as good content for talking about self identity and acceptance with your children, great encouragement on not letting the obstacles of life stop you from achieving your goals, and what actual human decency looks like. Plus it serves as some real entertainment and may even convince you to do a little reading if you’re like me and decide to order the book afterwards.

Be D.O.P.E and let me know what you think once you’ve seen it.

Series Release: March 18, 2020 (Series End: April 22, 2020) Where I watched: Hulu

#Series #miniseries #Hulu #Streaming #racial issues

[theemichelleb]

Little Fires Everywhere (Hulu)

I was actually really excited about this series, BUT I had no idea it was going to be a miniseries that was so short!

Talk about feelings hurt, LOL. It’s THAT good!

I didn’t watch it from the day it aired, because honestly I wanted the first season to finish so I could binge it all at once. I got to the point where I just couldn’t wait anymore, so I turned it on… hooked from the beginning. Little did I know that I started watching the week before the last episode aired, so I think I can say i successfully accomplished that mission accidentally, LOL.

If you haven’t seen the miniseries and don’t want spoilers, this is your warning!

When I first saw the trailer for this series I was intrigued and knew I wanted to watch it. Between Kerry Washington (Mia Warren) and Reese Witherspoon (Elena Richardson) playing opposing roles and the intriguing fascination of somebody being a fire starter I was hooked!

I can definitely say that both women bring an authentic feel to their respective roles and deliver on astounding levels. I IMMEDIATELY did not like Elena Richardson’s racist behind, LOL, crazy because I love Reese Witherspoon as an actress. Somebody actually mentioned it had a bit of a Legally Blonde feel to it and I completely agree!

This miniseries addresses so many different topics, including racism, sexuality, sexism, bad parenting vs good parenting, and they’re all centered in discrimination and judgment. I can say I appreciate the layout of the story and it honestly makes me want to order the book to read it.

Moral of the story here, discrimination and toxic mindsets really are nurtured into the youth and that’s how these things continue on through generations. That goes for all sides of all playing fields. I disliked Mia Warren the same way I disliked Elena, but I could honestly tolerate Mia more because she’s relatable. Both of these women, however, made horrible mothering decisions. Maybe I say this because I don’t have children, but before anything else outside of your home your children should be put first. There were too many external factors playing into building the foundation for how they expressed they loved their kids.

The obsession Elena had with Mia from the beginning after reporting her as a homeless person sleeping in her car was a perfect representation of the white women obsessed with “fixing” things they think are broken but have nothing to do with them.

Lexie Richardson plagiarizing her essay to get into Yale based on Pearl’s actual life struggles of discrimination, getting pregnant but so ashamed she puts Pearl’s name on her abortion paperwork, and the fact that she was dating a DARK black boy with a box cut… she was the poster child for white people that refuse to just let black’s be great, smh.

But even more frustrating the obsessions Pearl had with being in the Richardson’s home (in spite of all of that craziness), and with Izzy being under Mia was just strange… but I get it, they both found something they always wanted from their protector in somebody that barely knew them but accepted them for who they were, or so it seemed. Elena was really just a devious, unhappy woman trying to project herself on a poor black girl as a savior when she didn’t need to be saved.

Who was my favorite character in this show? Baby May Ling! She was the only one that wasn’t messy and was truly just trying to live her life and catch some z’s with her stuffed animals, LOL.

Everybody had their “thing” that resulted in the downward spiral of their character, mainly based in the root of the secrets they held and tried to protect from everyone around them. That portion of it actually reminded of “The Stranger” a series on Netflix that has the first season ready to watch right now; go check it out! But, the underlying of moral of living your truth was a big key lesson for everyone within Shaker Heights to learn.

I can definitely say I’m thankful for the real world representation and how well written the series was. I would definitely suggest the watch and encourage the discussions that can arise from the series itself. This can serve as good content for talking about self identity and acceptance with your children, great encouragement on not letting the obstacles of life stop you from achieving your goals, and what actual human decency looks like. Plus it serves as some real entertainment and may even convince you to do a little reading if you’re like me and decide to order the book afterwards.

Be D.O.P.E and let me know what you think once you’ve seen it.

Series Release: March 18, 2020 (Series End: April 22, 2020) Where I watched: Hulu

#Series #miniseries #Hulu #Streaming #racial issues