#amthread

[onyxedideas]

@loveisliquor

AMAKA: I hate men. AMAKA: Especially wrinkly geriatric execs who think you can’t tell that they’re eyeing you up instead of paying attention to what the fuck you’re saying AMAKA: The urge to throw a diva fit and storm out is almost irresistible AMAKA: hopefully your day’s going better than mine so far

[loveisfolly]

@Aria @Kemi

Amaka: Lol, I actually hate he who shall not be named

Amaka: He's summoning me to his office like I'm still in Class 3 and we need to discuss a report card

Amaka: Because apparently my life choices are unsatisfactory and if he had more of a say in my life I'd at least have an Oscar by now and 'not just a measly golden globe'. Fucking condescending bastard.

Amaka: The unmitigated gall of that man.

[onyxedideas]

@munofmanyminds

For the past week or so, all they’ve been doing is arguing. Bringing each other to the verge of a full-blown fight and then retreating over and over again in the same exhausting cycles. This time, though, it isn’t just arbitrary mood swings on her part. There’s an underlying reason why she’s been all over the place recently. She isn’t the best communicator, that’s always been a fact, but she’s been even more closed off than usual and even more likely to snap at the most insignificant things (if that’s even possible). For the most part Roman’s been doing a brilliant job of disengaging before they go too far.

Tonight, though. Tonight, they’d full on exploded, and as much as Amaka knows she should feel the exact opposite, there’s a sense of relief that comes with it. They can reset now. Go back to something akin to normal, pretend that instead of the near-toxic minefield that they call a relationship they’re actually something closer to a functional couple. She’s leaning against the doorframe, trying to sort out the words in her head as she looks over at him from across the room. She’s never been good with apologies so she avoids it. This - as underwhelming as it is - is her version of one. Giving him context. Trying to make him understand what her headspace is like, trying to give him some sort of explanation. “I’ve been spending time with my dad.” She says the words in a tone so soft it’s much closer to a whisper than the yelling that had filled the space not too long ago. “Or at least I’ve been trying to. It’s...not exactly going well.” She goes quiet then, shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she waits for his response. She can never read him quite right after a fight and she doesn’t want to push it if he doesn’t want to talk.

[allloveisfolly]

@munofmanyminds

They've been good. Uncharacteristically good. Almost unnaturally good...so Alex should have known they were headed for a major bump in the road sometime soon. She's fresh off the stage at the first panel of a 3 month press run for her newest project and she should be basking in the glow of the awards season buzz that's been building ever since she got involved but she isn't. She can't. She broke her own cardinal rule and clicked the trending twitter tag that bore her own name. Just like her publicist had predicted, the speculation is already running rampant about her and her ex. Filming with him had been equal parts infuriating and fulfilling because as terrible as they are for each other off screen, all of the chemistry between them made for on-screen gold. They've had multiple meetings with their publicity teams where the obvious question has been floated and she's batted it away each time but...there's Oscar buzz on the table now, getting more eyes on the film with the promise of a real life rekindling of the co-stars might push them both over the edge where publicity is concerned and that changes things.

She's sat on the edge of the bed. Jaw clenched and mind racing through all of the possible ways she can bring this up to Roman. Try as she might, she can't seem to figure out a way to package this that won't blow up the delicate balance they've maintained for the past few weeks. She hears the soft click of the front door as he gets back in and braces herself for whatever will come next before she calls out to him. "I'm in here, babe."

[onyxedideas]

“I have 5 minutes, literally 5 minutes between this photoshoot and my next event. So, whatever the hell it is that you needed to tell me so badly,whatever it is that absolutely could not wait, spit it out. Now.”

[onyxedideas]

D'you know the best way to start your day? Waking up and finding your face on three different tabloid covers, with three different supposed boyfriends, all of whom you haven't even met. You've just got to love the press.