When Elba found out he’d be playing “The Wire’”s Stringer Bell, a character who initially came off as shrewd, he set out to make him his own “Where I grew up, gangsters had to be smart. That whole flashy thing—no, mate. It was suits and smiles. I said, ‘That’s how I’m going to make Stringer.’” — Idris Elba photographed by Victor DemarchelierforEsquire Magazine August 2017 Issue
Prompt list nr. 22 : everytime I look at you, I want to kiss you.”
[Y/c/n]= your childhood nickname.
You smiled seeing Will on your front door step. He wasn’t noticing you admiring him through your bedroom window untill he threw some pebbles right at your face, which Made you jump up. Something he still hasn’t forgoten about after all this years. You ran downstairs, swinning the door open.
“Stinky Willy!” You exclaimed running into his arms. You coudn’t help using his childhood nickname you Made up for him when you were four or so. “Y/c/n!” He apparently coudn’t either. He greeted back, taking the hug in.
“Why did you wait so long?” You asked your best friend looking him in the eye when Suddenly you fell a rain drop on your cheek. “Are you crying?” Will laughed. “Almost, but it’s the rain.” More rain drops were falling down. “Let’s get inside.” You dragged Will with you.
“Thea?” You yelled from the kitchen. “Great.” Will fluttered down the couch. After putting the Thea down you fluttered next to him. “How is London?” You wanted to know everything, since Will moved to there all you wanted was his next visit to be as soon as posible. “Fine.” Will wasn’t saying much. “Lost your voice there?” You joked, punshing his shoulder. “Hahaha.” He marked taking awhile to look at you. “Well, things here are great.” You started. “Dylan and I went to the movies, I might have my first real boyfriend.” You laughed. Since you were 16 you found yourself falling for Will. Ofcourse you never told anyone. Your not supposed to fall for your best friend. To not make things suspicious your tried dating other Guys, It never really worked out. Now you were ready, your feelings for Will hadn’t magically disappeared but you knew Will and you were nothing but best friends.
“Dylan, huh? What a Lucky man!” Will looked down. “But tell me, Why did it take your so long to get here? I know YouTube takes a lot of time but I missed you, Will.” He still was starting at his feet.
“Everytime I look at you, I want to Kiss you.” He said on one breath. You were speachless, looking confused. Will Wiggled his shoulders and head, smiled briefley trying to make things less worse.
“Stinky Willy, than Kiss me.” You brushed your hair behind your ear, something you did when you were nervous. Before you know first will’s hands were on your cheeks and then his lips.
like he adds NEW STAPLES to documents!! NEW STAPLES. GO FUCK YOURSELF
“welp i can’t upload this written statement digitally so for some godforsaken reason i’m just going to roll with it when my boss suggests i record it on EXTREMELY SHORT-LIVED MAGNETIC TAPE instead of questioning that particular use of our time and resources because i have neither the appropriate experience nor the professional library science education to know how the FUCK to run a goddamn archive”
look man in a female-dominated profession you look at the number of men in leadership positions at important institutions and then you see jonathan fucking sims out here with his tape recorder and his stapler wrapping rubber bands around photographic evidence and drinking tea out of an open fucking mug with a 200-year-old statement on his desk in clear range of potential tea spillage. it was a fun show i liked jonathan as a protagonist but as a woman? as a professional? if i saw him i’d shoot him on sight
