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Producer Yvette Lee Bowser, writer/producer Justin Simien, and actors Marque Richardson, DeRon Horton, Antoinette Robertson, Logan Browning, Brandon P. Bell, Ashley Blaine Featherson, and John Patrick Amedori attend Netflix Dear White People S1, premiere LA screening 2017 on April 27, 2017 in Los Angeles, California
they’re the family I’ve always wanted. They’re the family who stick up for each other and make sure they’re okay. They laugh together, they cry together, and they do stupid shit together. Without Roosterteeth, I wouldn’t be happy.
Starring Logan Browning, Brandon P. Bell, Antoinette Robertson, DeRon Horton, John Patrick Amedori, Ashley Blaine Featherson and Marque Richardson, the Lionsgate Television comedy is based on Simien’s 2014 crowdfunded movie. Yvette Lee Bowser will return as showrunner alongside exec producers Stephanie Allain and Julia Lebedev.
Like the film, the Netflix comedy follows a diverse group of students of color as they navigate a predominantly white Ivy League college where racial tensions are often swept under the rug. The series is a send-up of “post-racial” America that also weaves a universal story about forging one’s own unique path.
The renewal comes after Simien expressed optimism at exploring the aftermath of the events of the season one finale, which featured a rising protest after a security guard pulled a gun on an unarmed black student at a house party. “There are a lot of things that we planted in this first season that you may not even notice at first glance that culminate in that moment that I’m really excited to explore, and I’m not going to talk about until I actually get to do it,” he told THR after the show’s April 28 launch. He also hoped to additionally explore the inner lives of the students at the center of the series.
While Netflix, like other streamers, does not release viewership data, Dear White People has garnered impressive reviews - it has a perfect 100 percent score on Rotten Tomatoes and 85 on MetaCritic. THR critic Michael Rechtshaffen declared that the series was “every bit as sharply witty - and more focused - than the 2014 feature.”
Dear White People joins a roster of originals at Netflix including Orange Is the New Black - also from Lionsgate TV - as well as half-hours Love, Flaked, The Ranch, One Day at a Time and more.
Patrick loved watching Kurt do housework. Seeing his love in sweats and a tank-top while straightening and cooking made him completely wanton. He gazed at him from the living room, watching Kurt wiggle his hips to the music playing as he stirred his pot.
Patrick couldn’t wait anymore. He knew that there was food being prepared, but it would probably be shoved to the side and they’d eat cold, leftover Chinese in between a rapid fuck fest. Patrick stood behind Kurt and grabbed his hips tightly, rutting them against his already hard cock. He rotated them slowly and presses his member against Kurt’s ass harder as he raised a hand to Kurt’s throat, tilting his neck to the side so he could bite it gently. “Mmm. You know all those gorgeous designer scarves you own, babe? I may have a clever idea for them if you let me…”
Kurt loved it when he could finally be at home, both to get the place clean and cook some delicious food, and also because now he could finally enjoy having Patrick back in his life again. Something that wasn’t easy at first, but they made it work and that’s what was important. He always liked to play some music while he did any house chores, especially when cooking, and that would mean he would wiggle his hips to the beat constantly while humming to some of his favorite playlists. While he was stirring some sliced vegetable, oil and garlic in a pan to be used for a sauce later, he didn’t notice Patrick entering the kitchen, quiet like a liob about to strike, but he definitelt felt his erection poking his lower back and then his ass when he started rutting against him.
“Oh, you do? Hmm… As long as it doesn’t involve getting any stain in any of them, because they’re a hassle to wash, you know? They’re 100% silk, most of them.” He chuckled, then moaned softly at the burn of his teeth gently sinking through the skin of his neck. “What’s gotten into you, hmm?”
Kurt and Blaine run into an old acquaintance at a club, and let him in on a secret. Part of a series of “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.
***** April, 2015
Blaine and Kurt are enjoying a well earned night off from work and school, sitting in a dark and cozy nightclub, champagne cocktails in front of them. The jazz trio has just finished, and a second group is setting up, when a shadow appears between them and the stage.
“Well, well, well, look who it is?” The tall man sits down at their table, and Blaine groans as he recognizes Sebastian. “I’m told I can’t be angry about not being invited to your wedding, given that you two didn’t even know it was going to happen, so I’ll just say congratulations.” His smile seems genuine.
“Hi, Sebastian,” Blaine says politely, as Kurt nods.
A man comes up behind him, drinks in hand, and Sebastian turns to introduce him. “Guys, this is my boyfriend Patrick. Patrick, Blaine and Kurt. Soon to be stars of stage and screen, and we can say we knew them when.”
They all rise and shake hands. Patrick is blond and good looking in an undeniably Irish way, broader than Sebastian through the shoulders, and a bit shorter. He has a shy smile which he directs at them all, and the way he gazes sweetly at Seb makes Blaine think that Sebastian may have turned over a new leaf - or perhaps succeeded in keeping the leaf he claimed to have turned over back in high school flipped to its proper side.
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