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Hi lena221bee! Thanks for joining the game :-)

Hmm, I tend not to read the synopsis for BL shows very often - I've been enjoying watching stuff with almost no idea of the plot, just choosing stuff based on whether people seem to like it. Also the synopsis are using awkwardly translated and make little sense, lol. So there are no shows that I thought sounded terrible and liked.

One show I didn't think I'd like as much as I did was Kieta Hatsukoi (aka My Love Mix-Up!). The premise seemed silly and insubstantial but I ended up really enjoying it and found it had a lot more to say than expected. I was also surprised by how the show depicted the female friend (Hashimoto), and how much I ended up liking her.

The show that's probably most different from what I expected is The Eclipse. I was interested from the trailer, but I had the impression it was going to be a melodramatic, probably brainless, possibly supernatural show about cliques and power struggles in a prep school, a lá CW type shows from the U.S. like Vampire Academy or The Order (neither of which I've watched, I'm just going off vibes here).

thanks for asking, love! 💖

4 - A film you could watch on repeat for the rest of your life?i’m really big on repeat-watching, I do it all the time. If I enjoyed something, I love re-watching it to solidify it in my memory, to pay attention to stuff in the background, etc. I think I must have watched Captain America: Winter Soldier about 50 times now, same with The Martian. So, yeah I would go for either of those two in this case 😄

7 - A film you wish had a sequel?I think I’ll go with your answer, The Man From Uncle. I didn’t really like the first one when it came out, but now that I have a crush on both Armie and Henry, I’d love another lol (also re-watched it recently and it wasn’t so bad after all XD)

9 - The most aesthetically pleasing movie you’ve ever watched?Any Wes Anderson movie, it’s such a predictable answer but omg The Grand Budapest Hotel just oof.. a feast for the eyes. Also Atomic Blonde!! 80s neon pink and blue aesthetics and a lot of black and white clothes for Charlize Theron 😘👌

Thomas rolls each of his shoulders in turn: ample, theatrical movements choreographed to catch in one’s peripheral vision and bring in their full attention. Performance consummated, he shoots a look at James just to find him ostentatiously paying no heed to anything besides the big tome in his lap. Of course, Thomas can see right through the affectation. They’ve been dancing this waltz for hours now: every time Thomas glances up from his desk, he finds James’ nose glued to the page. Every time Thomas ducks his eyes back down, he feels his skin prickle under the ravenous roving of James’ gaze. This nonsense must stop.

He rolls his shoulders again, taking care to garnish the act with a soft, purposeful groan. He calibrates the sound to be both unmistakably heard and plausibly passed off as a by-product of the weariness of the day.

James’ eyes flit up, and with perfect timing Thomas cranes his neck to one side, stretching the sore muscles there and also – he hopes – James’ overbearing penchant for self-restraint. That last one to the point of tearing. He crafts a new groan and makes it extra lewd just to be safe.

“Is something the matter?” James asks, looking a little flushed.

“Nothing,” Thomas rubs a hand over his nape, wincing theatrically before throwing his head back to grace James with the unobstructed view of his throat. “Just a stiff back.”

“That’s unfortunate,” James licks his lips. “Do you… well…I mean…” he says after swallowing around nothing, willingly rising to the bait. “I could give you a massage?”

Thomas castigates his triumph into somber gratefulness. “I’d appreciate that,” he says, sliding to the edge of the seat to make room for James’ ministration.

The first gingerly applied touch unfurls coils of warmth across Thomas’ back. He closes his eyes and enjoys the attention.

“Is this alright?”

“Perfect,” Thomas purrs, before pressing his lips to the hand on his right shoulder, kissing the inside of James’ wrist, the smooth skin of his forearm. The massage stops and when he glances up, James looks like he’s barely breathing. Suddenly, Thomas cannot bear not to be kissing him.

“Come here,” he murmurs urgently, reaching up to cup James’ face.

James spurts into action, bending down to crush their lips together.As Thomas buries his fingers in his hair, James’ own fingers roam across Thomas’ chest, stumbling downward. “May I?” James asks, loitering over the buckle of Thomas’ belt.