there is a cool breeze

we've never met but, can we have a coffee or something?

for ninette week: AU:  based on this song. 

p.s. it’s like super late. 


rain softly pitter patters the top of his umbrella, droplets sliding down the fabric and dripping on the ground. water splashes his shoes, his pant legs, biting into the bare skin where his sock used to be snug. 

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anonymous asked:

Enjolras and Grantaire being happy and soft together. amen

He woke gently, without an alarm or even a disturbance. The bedroom window was open slightly, and the curtains pulled back. Rain fell softly outside and a cool breeze blew gently in. He looked to his right and found an empty space on the bed where Enjolras had been.

The smell of coffee pulled him out of bed and into the kitchen, where he was promptly handed a cup. This was the first morning after. He had never stayed the night at Enjolras’ before, and yet here he was, handing him a coffee as though it had always been this way.

“Good morning.” Enjolras softly said with a smile so small you could miss it. He breezed past he and sat in the window seat.

“Good morning indeed.” Grantaire joined him, sitting on the opposite side and facing him. “I haven’t slept through the night like that in ages. I usually toss and turn for hours and wake up three or four times before morning.” He sipped his coffee, looking over the rim of the cup at him with smiling eyes, hair a mess and falling across his face.

Enjolras hummed and grinned back at him, turning his eyes to the cars passing on the street below. “Maybe it’s the mattress.”

Grantaire could only chuckle. “Yeah,” He answered sarcastically. “Maybe it is.”

[TRANS] Bazaar June 2017 Park Hyungsik Interview

BORN TO BE WILD

Park Hyungsik calmly walked into the Hawaiian nature where sun, wind, fog, and sudden showers changed one another in unparalleled fashion like special effects. A full-fledged 26-year-old actor, who is slowly discovering the taste of acting, without a touch of fear or hesitation explored the unfamiliar world. The diverse Park Hyungsik’s prism that radiates between an innocent boyish face and a wild manly appearance. —-By Editor Kim Areum


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Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

It’s getting stormy out, which is cheering me up. The air smells youthful and vegetal like when you’re running on wet dirt in squeaky clothes and falling everywhere; when cars drive by you can hear the splash of their tires in puddles, and the thunder cracks make me feel excited. I’ve always had this keenness for atmospheric power, which might partly explain my username being an ancient weather god.

I remember in the late summer of 2013, after all of my post-high-school-graduation excitements had ended and my friends began to all go off to their college plans, I would walk around in rainy weather, which was happening quite often in that season. It was the most pleasurable time to walk for me, as the rain and breeze cooled me down, the smells were always more intense, and there were so many amazing things to touch to stimulate me - all the wet leaves and grass, and then also I would usually go barefoot to feel the asphalt and dirt. Maybe I was a weird sight in the neighborhood, a young man in shorts and a rain jacket carelessly walking along the street or through the forest paths holding my sneakers as it poured. I was unsure of my future and in many ways didn’t think I had one, and most of my relationships were more or less failing… when I went on walks I just tried to appreciate the moment.

One day I ran into someone I’d known since elementary school while walking. He was out taking a jog. We stopped and talked a bit. He was joining the marines and was about to leave to bootcamp. Back then I had about as high of an opinion of the US military as I do now, but I just said “oh nice” and “bye” so I could be on my way. He responded, “we’ll see each other again” in a kind of knowing voice. At the time I found that to be a really strange response, because we genuinely might never see each other again. We weren’t planning to do anything that’d have us in the same general area again. It always struck me as so unusual as to be cosmic, like some kind of synchronicity I’d have to figure out, though not necessarily in a way even he was really aware of. We still have never seen one another again though.

The Vibe I Get From The Signs

aries: try hard and badass. wants people to like them and think of them but deep down all they need is themselves. very outspoken and controversial. they don’t go with the flow, they dig their toes into the rocky sand and walk against the current. they’re the person in class who is always on edge, waiting for something to happen and jump in and save everyone. they thirst for adventure and never settle for less than terrifying. the feeling of security and excitement follows them, they never stay still and never stop for anyone. they make you feel as if you’re running through a forest with only a flash light to guide you in the dark, like fear and adrenaline are their drug of choice with you.

taurus: laid back, always calm. the quiet kid in class who has mad jokes and can roast everyone in seconds. they never try to make anything uncomfortable, but they’ll talk with you about anything if you bring it up. they’re an open book but their pages don’t turn themselves. a feeling of sheer joy and calmness. when you’re with them the world feels simpler, like all complications faded away and color has returned for good.

gemini: sarcastic beyond belief. very reserved but outgoing. naturally mean sometimes when they don’t try to be, they have trouble thinking of others feelings when it comes to certain topics. always want what’s best for you even when that may not be something you want, but they always know the right path and never wander too far from it. a feeling of desire to stay in their presence is always there. a cool autumn night and you’re sitting next to a speeding train, unafraid and ready.

cancer: smart, not afraid to be themselves. give off the feeling of a rebellious school kid that the teachers love but no one knows why. always know how to make you smile even when you’re at your worst. doesn’t seek trouble but somehow it finds them. they always find a way to keep a cool head and strategically problem solve. the feeling they give is a cool breeze, never too harsh and never too rough. they feel like when you dig your feet into the sand while water slowly pours in, pulling you in calmly.

leo: very outwardly, not afraid of anyone or anything. that person who always entertains you even when you’re not communicating. very extroverted but is really introverted when they’re not around people they know. loves to take care of people when they need to take care of themselves first. they wrap a warm feeling around you and make sure you feel safe always. they feel like the steepest roller coaster ride, that feeling that hits when you’re about to drop, then the pleasure and joy that comes when you fall.

virgo: ahead of the game. always seems to be two steps ahead, goes over all the possible things you could say and calculated their response. try’s to not be a know-it-all but can’t help it. give off the feeling of assurance. they do their best and are very hard on themselves, but they can also be unforgiving. the feeling you get when you get a question right in math class and you can’t help but smile. imagine sitting under a great oak, taking in the spring air, the feeling of the breeze hugging you and brushing through your hair.

libra: beautiful and unique. the kid who’s in theatre and puts everything they have into the performance. makes the dirtiest jokes and turns everything into sexual innuendos. they make you feel whole and happy inside, like everything is good in the world. they always seem busy, maybe come off as superficial because of their busy ways. but if it’s important enough to them, they will make time even if they have to stop the earth from turning. they love hard and they break easy, but their recovery is quick and they always bounce back. you feel like you’re on an island with them, watching the waves gush in and roll away.

scorpio: secretive. very dark-humor but very sweet. they’re like a fishing line and you’re the fish, you get stuck on them and they feel you in and you’re caught. the way they talk makes it seem like they have a dark past and chests full of secrets. they feel like the riptide in the ocean but more gentle, they care too much and they get hurt a lot because of that. you feel safe yet always on edge with them, like a storm is coming but you’re in the eye, safe from it all.

sagittarius: risk-taker. loves new challenges but hates heart break. always somehow leave you stunned and intrigued. they love confrontation and love the quiet. think of the kid in class that sasses the teacher but gets away with it. wear their heart on their sleeve and gets dangerous when people play with it. they set an earthy tone, like a ferris wheel ride and you’re stuck at the top admiring the city lights.

capricorn: emotionless when threatened. complicated but beautiful. they never live a dull moment and always grab life by the horns. aren’t afraid of judgement but still hate being judged. a calm sea wraps them up, smooth and strong, but also wicked and rough. they don’t like being told no or that things they do are wrong. they take care of their friends and love endlessly. like curling up in a wool blanket on a wicked winter night, the snow tapping at the windows and the weight and comfort of them keeping you safe.

aquarius: unpredictable. always has the right words and never will hide their true colors. will be mean as hell or as sweet as sugar, depending on the people they involve themselves with. loves to be loved. like the cute kid in class who can do anything and it’d be considered art. very creative and very influential. they vibe with almost everything and anyone, they understand deep emotions and always question the universe. the feeling of insecureness comes with being around them, but only because their speak is so beautiful and sophisticated you feel behind somehow. always reassure you that you’re perfect the way you are. like a stormy day, dark thunder clouds and dime-sized rain drops, electrifying but alluring.

pisces: likable and kind. kind of quiet but has a loud mind. has a deep need to be loved and can get very emotional when hurt. they absolutely hate feeling useless and are always asking to help. they make use out of everything they see and are very inventive. no matter what the problem is, they find a solution. sometimes get taken for granted, but never do the same to others. think of the kid in class who is just like everyone else, so it seems, until you see them when no one is watching, how collected they are, how eager to help. they are lured in by kindness and give all they have. they feel like a hot and humid summer day while you dive into a cool pool of water and your worries and issues seem to slip off into the blue and disappear.

Our party—a bard, a fighter, and a ranger—were on a one-off side quest to deliver a letter to somebody. He wasn’t at his house (learned after breaking in, to the DM’s dismay), so we found out the general area he was in and went there, confusion in our wake and a spring in our steps. I, the bard, had decided that I would funnel every ounce of skill I possessed into charisma, and at level 5 had a +6 modifier. I had been using that power at every opportunity that arose. We wander through the foothills full of caves, looking for this guy, when our fighter rolls a nat 20 perception trying to look for any signs of life.

DM: You—okay, so. Yeah. With that, you actually notice about fifty feet away that a particular cluster of bushes is rustling just slightly, but not with the breeze.

Fighter: Oh. Cool. “Hey guys, I think there are some folks in those bushes over there.”

Me: “Cool beans! HELLOOOOOOO, MY DUDES!”

DM: There’s a few seconds of silence before four guys come slowly forward from the bushes. They look pretty rough and tough, and uh—

Ranger: Can I roll perception? Uh… that’s a 15.

DM: You deduce that they’re probably bandits or something. They’re walking forward and one of the guys says, “Who are you little pests, and what’re ya doing in these here foothills of ours?”

Me: “We’re just hanging out, traveling, and actually it seems like a good time to break for breakfast if you lovely gents would like to join us! I can brew us up some chamomile, I have like a thousand mushrooms I got earlier—”

Fighter: “I got that chicken, too, and jerky.”

Me: “Oh hell yeah, we’re gonna chow down if y'all want in on that action.”

DM: That’s, uh… that’s persuasion, advantage because you’re offering them food and seem too dumb to be dangerous.

Me: Thanks man. Uh… 14 total.

DM: *head in his hands* I just—okay, they join you for breakfast I guess. And yet again you avoid a fight I planned for you. One of the dudes breaks out some eggs from somewhere.

Ranger: What’re their names?

DM: Uh, uh, they—it’s got. There’s Bablo, Sanchez, Kent, and uh. Eskabar.

Me: Cool. I roll to flirt with them.

DM: ………<i>all of them???</i> I mean… sure?? I guess??

Me: Hells yeah. Rolling.

Proceeds to roll: 16, 19, and <i>two natural 20s</i>.

DM: *head on the table* Like. You—you make your fellow party members super uncomfortable. You are piled under boys, it’s kinda gross but super chill for you. Kent wasn’t super into the whole group thing before, but now he would straight up die for you. He’s learning a lot about himself today.

Me: I’m gonna write those names down for later. Can I put “a boys harem” in my items list?

Little things that remind me of the signs

Aries: bright eyes and a warm smile, drawing for hours on end, sharing a banana split with your friends, the scent of cherry blossoms in the spring, art classes

Taurus: a warm hug from your best friend, hazelnut cappuccinos on cool days, reading poetry books for hours on end, the scent of pears and vanilla, knowing you are going to be ok

Gemini: driving too fast down the freeway, studying till the wee hours of the morning, the scent of citrus, warm hoodies, vanilla milkshakes on warm summer nights

Cancer: morning sunlight coming through the windows, the last day of high school, cuddling with your cat, the scent of coconut sunscreen, iced tea with lemon

Leo: catching fireflies in your backyard, a setting sun that turns the clouds orange, the scent of fresh rhubarb pies, making wishes with dandelions, giggling with your best friend at 5 in the morning

Virgo: a slow moving river, roasting marshmallows with your friends, strawberry flavored candy, having a picnic on a warm day, playing with your dog, the scent of cinnamon

Libra: getting over your first heartbreak, the scent of coffee in the morning, the feeling of a cool breeze on your face, a social butterfly, hugging your mom, listening to your favorite song on repeat

Scorpio: the way traffic lights reflect off wet pavement, unscented candles, falling asleep during a thunderstorm, the feeling of a cold autumn breeze on your face, late nights in the city  

Sagittarius: the scent of fresh baked pastries, thick eyelashes, falling asleep on long car rides, watching the snow fall outside your bedroom window, the elegance of gold jewelry 

Capricorn: pulling an all-nighter, laughing and smiling at the littlest things, cuddling your dog, waking up to snow, the scent of freshly baked pumpkin pie, green tea lattes

Aquarius: hidden feelings, watching your favorite movie for the fifth time, the scent of fresh laundry, smiling with the girl you love, plain white t-shirts, homemade birthday cards

Pisces: freshly baked blueberry muffins, watching documentary films, the first warm day after a cold spell, reading fiction books under the covers, vanilla lattes, hugging your brother

If people will be named after colors, I’ll call you purple. The kind of purple that melts in the sky when the sun is about to set and take a rest for awhile. The type of purple that makes my heart jumps a little and lits up the excitement in my eyes.

If people will be named after flowers, you’ll be my rose, no matter how painful your thorns. I’ll embrace you with my arms open wide and cage you in a warm tight hug. Even if it makes me bleed red that’ll surely tear my heart apart.

If people will be named after seasons, I’ll choose Summer among all of those four. You’ll be the sun that kisses my skin, and made my day goes lighter along the way. You’ll make me love the ocean more, and dance to groovy songs. You are the season which will never get tired of warming my heart when Winter tried to cool it with its cold breeze and snowy hands.

If people will be named after places, I’ll call you home. Not Paris, nor New York. You are the place that will always make my heart aches when I’m away—because I’ll surely miss you the moment we took our separate ways. You are the shelter that protects my heart, the one I will always run to no matter what I’m feeling. Happy, angry, sad, jolly, grateful or in love. Because you always understand and know the real me. You’ve seen me— on my ups and downs, and still accepts me— for who I am. I’ll name you after a place that doesn’t have a fancy name, yet will always be the one that will tell me that it’s okay to feel. That it’s okay to be me.

You will always remain in my heart no matter where I go.

And because people have identities, and so are things.

But you and your name will always be my favorite.

—  ma.c.a // Maybe I should Call You Mine

✨Redhead Glow 2✨ -
Another one of my hair-glow series.,I also finally just got back from vacations so I made this one in Photoshop instead of Procreate. I got to say that I do miss some of procreate’s features in photoshop…Zooming in and out and changing brushes in Procreate is a breeze… PS has it’s own cool things though so I do like them both. 😍 

More things to notice

• Glitter on people’s faces (like where did it come from idk but ily)
• The things that your friends get excited about
• The sound of an instrument playing from a distance
• Eye colors
• The sunlight on beach sand while the sun is setting
• The way puppies have softer faces than the rest of their bodies
• How the sunset makes everything warmer and more orange
• Anything about a person that makes them unique (i.e. Birthmarks, freckles, scars)
• When it’s cold outside and you can feel the sun hitting you and warming you
• When it’s hot outside and you feel a cool breeze
• All the different types of dogs you see in public
• Large groups of small flowers
• Harmonies and instrumentals in songs (all of the noise that isn’t the main singer)
• Fat bumblebees that buzz around your face :)
• Comfy clothes
• Baby cows in groups of cows on the side of the road
• Trees (seriously I see so many cool bendy trees look out more for cool trees)
• Certain smells that you associate with places
• Love for friends

Little Things That Remind Me Of The Signs

Aries: bright eyes and a warm smile, drawing for hours on end, sharing a banana split with your friends, the scent of cherry blossoms in the spring, art classes

Taurus: a warm hug from your best friend, hazelnut cappuccinos on cool days, reading poetry books for hours on end, the scent of pears and vanilla, knowing you are going to be ok

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The fallen

Some say that the trees whisper their names. That you can hear their fading laughter on the wind.

Footprints sometimes appear in the moist grass or mud and their steps echo through the halls.

The paintings on the wall tip their hats to the shadows dancing through the corridors and a cooling breeze gently caresses the curtains.

On photos you think you see a third person but they quickly disappear after a second look.

Sometimes the couch is still warm from someone else sitting on it , even though it’s three in the morning. And the house elves sometimes talk and wave at thin air.

The professors might call you by the wrong name and suddenly they have to blink tears away but can’t fight the small but sad smile that flickers over their face.

Countless cats and owls without an owner wander the school and sleep on the abandoned desks in empty class rooms. And sometimes, they freeze, lift their head and cry out. Whining until someone picks them up and reassures them.

Still opened books are gathering dust in the library. Nobody could ever bring themselves to store them away.
But sometimes a light winds picks up a page and will turn it ever so gently.

And every year on may 2nd , when the sunlight hits the surface of the lake, you can see the backs of fifty six people standing side by side. Facing the sun. They shimmer in the air and their feet don’t touch the ground.

One of them has red hair and the pupils could have sworn that they have seen someone who looked just like him when they were shopping in Diagon Alley.

Next to him, a married couple. You can tell by the way they are holding each others hands. The woman has bright pink hair and her husband seems to radiate warmth and kindness.

Then there is this younger kid. A vintage camera in his small hand. He always tries to take a picture of the sun, but he has never managed to catch the right moment yet.

Next to him stands a blonde, pale girl with a rose ribbon in her hair. She always lays a hand onto the boys bony shoulder and squeezes it gently.

They are surrounded by fifty other people.
The pupils can never actually see their faces. Only their backs. Like a wall of light and warmth they stand united at the lake. Enjoying the sun. Protecting what is left.

And there at the end of the line. There is a man, standing on his own. He is wearing all black. It suits him in a bizarre way. He is yellowish and pale and has black hair. He never looks at the sun. Instead, he stands in the shadow of a tree. Watching the others.

It took years. But after nineteen winters the married couple flowed towards him, took his hand and pulled him to join the others.
To stand together by the water. Between the wild and the school.

As guardians.
As patrons.
As a promise.

Not another child would die on this ground. Not here. History might be written with blood, but not at a place of ink. Not at this school.

Not at hogwarts.
Not at home.

Night People

Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160
Genre: Smut
Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned.
A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.

Originally posted by jjks


3 Days

When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

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Ohana

Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Genre: Pure fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it

A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste.
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Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!


Originally posted by jengkook

June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.


The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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Black Cinema 1970-1999

This is a list I compiled based on movies I’ve either already watched or plan on watching in the near future. Please feel free to add any suggestions, recommendations, or requests for anything you’d like to see more of on this blog.

  1. Shaft (1971) 
  2. Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song (1971) 
  3. Super Fly (1972)
  4. Lady Sings the Blues (1972) 
  5. Black Gunn (1972)
  6. Trick Baby (1972)
  7. Trouble Man (1972)
  8. The Legend of Nigger Charley (1972)
  9. Across 110th Street (1972)
  10. Cool Breeze (1972)
  11. Black Mama White Mama (1972)
  12. The Mack (1973) 
  13. Sweet Jesus, Preacherman (1973)
  14. Ganja & Hess (1973)
  15. Detroit 9000 (1973)
  16. That Man Bolt (1973)
  17. Hell Up in Harlem (1973)
  18. Coffy (1973) 
  19. Black Caesar (1973) 
  20. The Spook Who Sat by the Door (1973)
  21. Five on the Black Hand Side (1973) 
  22. Black Belt Jones (1974) 
  23. Boss Nigger (1974)
  24. TNT Jackson (1974) 
  25. Three the Hard Way (1974)
  26. Truck Turner (1974)
  27. Black Samson (1974)
  28. Willie Dynamite (1974)
  29. Cleopatra Jones (1974) 
  30. Foxy Brown (1974) 
  31. Claudine (1974) 
  32. Uptown Saturday Night (1974) 
  33. Cornbread, Earl and Me (1975) 
  34. Coonskin (1975)
  35. Sheba, Baby (1975)
  36. Dolemite (1975)
  37. Friday Foster (1975)
  38. Cooley High (1975) 
  39. Bucktown (1975)
  40. The Black Gestapo (1975)
  41. Mahogany (1975) 
  42. Sparkle (1976) 
  43. Black Shampoo (1976)
  44. Black Heat (1976)
  45. The Human Tornado (1976)
  46. Car Wash (1976) 
  47. Dr. Black, Mr. Hyde (1976)
  48. Petey Wheatstraw (1977)
  49. The Wiz (1978) 
  50. A Hero Ain’t Nothing But A Sandwich (1978) 
  51. Disco Godfather (1980)
  52. The Marva Collins Story (1981) 
  53. Wild Style (1983) 
  54. Breakin’ (1984) 
  55. Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo (1984) 
  56. Beat Street (1984) 
  57. A Soldier’s Story (1984) 
  58. Purple Rain (1984) 
  59. Krush Groove (1985) 
  60. The Color Purple (1985) 
  61. Hollywood Shuffle (1987) 
  62. Raw (1987) 
  63. School Daze (1988) 
  64. Coming to America (1988) 
  65. I’m Gonna Git You Sucka (1988) 
  66. Lean On Me (1989)
  67. Polly (1989) 
  68. Glory (1989) 
  69. Do the Right Thing (1989) 
  70. Harlem Nights (1989) 
  71. Women of Brewster Place (1989) 
  72. Mo’ Better Blues (1989) 
  73. House Party (1990) 
  74. The Five Heartbeats (1991) 
  75. Jungle Fever (1991) 
  76. Strictly Business (1991) 
  77. Boyz n the Hood (1991) 
  78. New Jack City (1991) 
  79. White Men Can’t Jump (1992) 
  80. The Jacksons: An American Dream (1992) 
  81. Bebe’s Kids (1992) 
  82. Boomerang (1992) 
  83. Malcolm X (1992) 
  84. Juice (1992) 
  85. Class Act (1992) 
  86. Mo Money (1992) 
  87. What’s Love Got to Do With It (1993) 
  88. Strapped (1993) 
  89. CB4 (1993) 
  90. Sister Act II (1993) 
  91. Posse (1993) 
  92. Poetic Justice (1993) 
  93. Menace II Society (1993) 
  94. Jason’s Lyric (1994) 
  95. A Low Down Dirty Shame (1994) 
  96. Blankman (1994) 
  97. Crooklyn (1994) 
  98. Tales From the Hood (1995) 
  99. Dead Presidents (1995) 
  100. Bad Boys (1995) 
  101. Panther (1995) 
  102. Friday (1995) 
  103. Waiting to Exhale (1995) 
  104. Higher Learning (1995) 
  105. Set It Off (1996) 
  106. Preacher’s Wife (1996) 
  107. Hoodlum (1997) 
  108. Rhyme & Reason (1997)
  109. Hav Plenty (1998) 
  110. The Temptations (1998) 
  111. Why Do Fools Fall In Love (1998) 
  112. Eve’s Bayou (1997) 
  113. Love Jones (1997) 
  114. Soul Food (1997) 
  115. Belly (1998) 
  116. How Stella Got Her Groove Back (1998) 
  117. The Best Man (1999) 
  118. The Wood (1999) 
  119. Introducing Dorothy Dandridge (1999)

The Gemini Sisters
The Mutable Multiple ~

♡ Sister one is witty, comical, indulgent, childlike, and mentally sharp. She knows how to be the clown and keeps people in stitches at her clever quips. There is a swift come back for just about anything and a somewhat naive silver tongue. She may indulge by playing the devil’s advocate and express her mischievous side for the sheer fun of it. But sometimes you can feel embarrassed by her incautious slip of the tongue 

♡ Sister two is logical and sophisticated, graceful and wonderful with words. She knows exactly the right moment to respond with her luscious language and floating, chameleon spirit. She is self assured and confident in her mental abilities, she communicates meaningful partridges of knowledge with ease and communicates well with just about everybody. This sister is independent, feels complete without a partner and remains loyal to those she trusts. 

♡ Sister three is scattered, forgetful, fickle, dizzying, restless, and expresses like a frenzied bundle of anxieties. This sister has a difficult time getting to sleep, frequently misplaces items, fails to recall important details and experiences intense troubles with time management. This sister must take time to rest her nerves and stop thinking, she must find a way to slip into the space between her endless thoughts.

♡ Sister four has a coolness and a charm, she is like a breeze and she seems kind of lost in thought, drifting in and out of imaginative reverie. This sister lives through constructed worlds in her mind and has a self indulgent and amusing personality. She is independent, refuses to conform to any conditions, and refuses to settle. 

♡ Sister five seems lost and confused, incomplete, longing, and unequipped for the world. It’s as though she is searching for her lost twin, trying to reconcile parts of herself that seem split and unsure, one personality replaces another in the blink of an eye, and she can feel swept away in a rainbow spiral of opinions and perceptions, judgments and methods of persuasion. She attempts different crafts like cross stitching or diving for a while, and loses interest, she enrolls in different university courses but never truly finds her feet.