i can feel you, most when i'm alone.

❛ preview of a screening, flashback of a feeling, sick sense of a calling ! ❜ INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE sense8 oc. established december of 2016. please read guidelines prior to interaction.

[bellecs]

[bcstdressed]

moon--curser.

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          “Fuck.” Murmuring under his breath, his pockets rummaged for something he’d since left at home. With the need to smoke rising in his throat, Miloš turned to the woman beside him in the desperate hopes she had what he needed. 

          “Got a light? Left mine at home.” He was going to refill the oil and forgot it. “Sorry to bother you if you don’t.”

      ❛ not a good habit, y’know ...  ❜ forgetting the light or smoking ? both, maybe. either way -- he probably knows. however, it’s clear she’s not about to give him much trouble about it ( if any, really ), ‘cause in the blink of an eye she’s rummaging through her bag in search of the requested item. betwixt thumb & index a light appears. isha extends it to him with a smile. ❛ i’d say ‘s your lucky day ! ❜

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“are you shivering?”

MEME: cuddly / platonic starter sentences … ACCEPTING ! ( @bandcfmisfits )

   ❛ uh        ❜ she doesn’t even know she’s doing it until the query is posed. isha pauses, & with mouth still parted, actively ceases the action.  ❛       nope ! ❜ the things this woman will do in the name of fashion are endless -- including wearing a tank top in the middle of winter. but she looks DAMN GOOD ( & she knows it ! ) ... so what’s a little cold ? well clearly, what with the chattering of teeth & quaking torso, it’s far more than a little. the shivers return absentmindedly as she pulls her thin coat closer to her form & smiles, however sheepishly.  ❛  alright, maybe just a lil’.  ❜

[cosmette]

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

“your feet are cold.”

“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”

“you’re hogging the blankets!”

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

“is that your hand on my leg?”

“scoot over.”

“can we watch something else? this is scary.” 

“are you shivering?” 

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“your hair keeps getting in my face.”

“are you even wearing pants??”

“stop kicking me!”

“you’re a good pillow.”

“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

“i’m cold.”

“why can’t you ever just lay still?”

[xxcalaverax]

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i pray your life is sweet, you fucker.

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emotionalorgy.

“I thought the most important love was God’s love? Self love sounds sort of… self indulgent. Thank you for your chocolate. And your friendship.”

    ❛ — mmm, yeah... it is. about the second thing, i mean. but self love is extremely important n’ indulging has never been so good for the mind, body, n’ soul ! also. i’d like to believe the good lord placed me on this path of self acceptance and love because ... y’know, you probably don’t care an’ just wanna eat your chocolate so, lemme chill on that.  ❜ a pause. ❛ also, you’re welcome ! any exciting v - day plans you’re willin’ to share ?  ❜

[bcstdressed]

      ❛ — don’t you know that th’most IMPORTANT love is self love ? that’s why i sent myself flowers, ‘cause i love myself. i also bought you chocolate because i love youuu ... r friendship ! ❜

[girlaches-moved-deactivated2017]

thank you

[bcstdressed]

bandcfmisfits.

                  MOMENTS after his outburst, Sai understood that what he had done would only be taken as an invitation to tease him further and yet he found joy in that fact. Her kind words were accepted. They were loved and cherished. All of them and not because it was a major confidence boost seeing as he isn’t one of low self esteem but due to the fact that it is simply something he isn’t used to. It is far too easy to riddle him nothing more than a bashful mess of  stammered statements and warmth reaching his cheeks. Even now, while he attempted to fight back with his humor it felt as if he would burst – smiling so hard that his face heart , laughing too as he had been this entire time making him a bit light headed even though such would never stop him. “ You better stop that RIGHT NOW or i’ll come over there and spill a coffee on you. Don’t make me do it! “ Teased the man. 

After providing himself with a moment or two to calm himself , the pounding of his heart and breath, Sai would finally offer a response but it came this time in the form of a question questioning her own in the process. “ I’m pretty much an open book but, uh , is there anything specific you wanted to know right now? If not i will just end of rambling like a 80 year old man. “

     his reaction is ALL TOO SATISFYING. the guy’s adorable & isha’d only be lying if she said his reaction didn’t make him even more so. however, she’ll be so kind as to spare him another round of her dishing out a comment in which tone is jesting whilst message is sincere. the involuntarily snort that flies free of her form quickly dissipates. her pattern could only be predictable now: she wished to put on an act. surprises laces her tone as she remarks:   ❛ you wouldn’t DARE ! this, my friend, is designer ! ❜ dainty digits tug at the garment adorning her chest. it’s an item from a new york thrift shop she had discovered upon chance -- while it held personal value, it wasn’t an item thousands of dollars had been dished out  to obtain. besides, she knew he was simply teasing her as she had done to him moment before. she’ll beam at him now, in case her intentions were not yet clear.       drawing only ceases briefly in the aforementioned moment. she scoffs now in response to him, curls atop her head ( quite literally in a style similar to that of a pineapple ), bouncing this way & that. she wants to know EVERYTHING ... anything ! but perhaps being so openly nosy would come off as too overbearing & scaring sai away was hardly her intent. so she pauses & lists off the first three things that come to mind. ❛ alriiight - like, okay, wha'd’ya do for a living ? what’s your favorite movie and why ? what is ... your most treasured item - did you buy it or did someone give it to you ? ... look, now that you’ve got me on a roll i can never stop.  ❜

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exsolutoque.

“Obviously I’m crazy?” He doesn’t mean to, but he can’t help but make it sound like a question. Honestly, he is a seriously bad liar. So how the hell is he gonna get outta this one? “I don’t— I won’t–” Another chirrup. “Um… please don’t tell anyone,” he whispers.

     real talk: so long as he’s not chirp, chirp, chirpin’ away for the birds to attack her & force her to swear to SECRECY, she’s cool. brows once creased with concern settle ; isha doesn’t entirely disregard him, but rather aims to ease his worries.   ❛ hey, i’m no SNITCH. secret’s safe with me, kiddo. ❜  a pause. ❛ i hear this ... lady, like she’s a real other person n’ everything, in my thoughts. we communicate telepathically -- so, i mean, not really one t’judge. ❜  she’s aware she sounds foolish or perhaps like she’s poking fun, but she hasn’t told anyone yet & it just feels damn good to say it.

[charliecox]

Girl you know I want your love, your love was handmade for somebody like me. Shape of You (2017) dir. Jason Koenig

[trueka]

pocketful of rosies

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bandcfmisfits.

 A simple Y E S  had been all that he could muster in the moment of great excitement. He found that he was focused so much on how wonderful the idea made him felt that he hadn’t a single (coherent) response that he could have offered. Not a thank you directly said or indirectly in a sort of “ oh stop it. You shouldn’t have . “ kind of way either because he was too busy losing his mind over it. Grinning a bit from ear to ear as he practically shifting about like a child. Falling unto his normal pattern of figit here , toy with hair there before F I N A L L Y he founds words to say as his eyes followed where her hands had gestured. “ This is going to be amazing! I can’t wait to see how i look on paper. “ Plus him ?? A superhero for kids and adults alike? Even a laughable one? CRAZY. 

MOVING rather quickly he tried his best to find a seat as quickly as it had taken for her to retrieve her tools for creation so that she wouldn’t have to worry about him moving too much. It was only in that moment that her words had sunk in and he felt himself overwhelmed. His own bashfulness had showed it ugly face once again. “ You’ve gotta stop it with those words. Playful or not you’re gonna turn me into a bashful mound of putty. “ He’d say playfully as expressed by his wide smile and big brown eyes beaming at her like usual. 

      ❛  uh, what “ words “ ? you mean words liiike ... me telling you that if you look even half as good as you do in person on paper, you don’t have thing to worry about ? otherwise, i'unno what “ words “ you speak of. ❜ feigned innocence melts away as hastily as it had appeared. the culprit of it’s sudden disappearance ? a string of  cheerful chortles that shake her petite form. laughter eventually subsides, the end of an ever - pleasant sound signified by a sigh of contentment as pencil proceeds to take apprehensively to paper. strokes are feather - light as she feels out what sort of look she intends to go for with this piece. her most prominent underlying desire is to craft a work that is nothing short of  perfect. ( unsurprising, given her prominent perfectionist nature & unyielding determination. granted, with the subject she’s working with, she highly doubts she’ll have a problem ). caution is only necessary however, for isha does intend to gift it to the other & she would be the first to state that sai deserved NOTHING LESS than the best !

      ❛ have you noticed we really only talk about me ? which, i mean, ’m not complaining-- i think it’s obvious i love to talk -- but ... ’m curious about you, double o. what’ve you got going on up there ? what makes you tick ?  ❜ pencil is briefly used as a mic so as to imitate the actions of an interviewer. lips curl into a warm simper & she’s back to sketching, only glancing at him briefly as a groomed brow raises in wait.

[icecream-eaterrr]

[bcstdressed]

icecream-eaterrr :

when i was pure (at New York, New York)

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bandcfmisfits.

“ Please , if there is one person on this Earth that shouldn’t have to worry about me finding what they do cheesy it should be you. You’re too cool for that. “ He reply almost immediately , honestly too in that moment because she truly did have her own style about everything that she did. Unique being a very easy word to label her as though only temporarily as he found something more accurate of very similar meaning. Not that finding this word was on in the front of her mind, especially as she began to talk about herself and her interests earning a raise in arched brows and widening of lids around those big brown eyes of his. “ That’s amazing and I – wait – are you serious ? “ He’d ask almost as though he fully believed she’d say no. “ If you’re serious then count me in but, when you get your passion back I want to be coffee man the avenger in your comic. I’m calling dibs. “ He joked before laughter had spilled from his form. 

      she’s got a big ego, that much is true, & the girl isn’t one to conceal it. only few deem such a trait a source of DISCOMFORT, but her resulting actions that follow his statement about her being “ cool, “ are all too tame. ( that is, of course, only on an “ isha’s behavioral pattern scale “ -- which only now exists to provide a basis of understanding ). the reaction is merely hand finding hair & flipping what curls she can as lips bear a knowing smile.  ❛               SAY NO MORE, “ coffee man the avenger “ it is. ❜ hands moves about he air as the headline spills from full lips. a younger, more impressionable isha would be enthralled with the idea. likely spend days forming a coherent & intriguing plot ; it’s clear in her line of work that her imagination has not deteriorated with her youth. however, it lent itself to the creation of clothing for a cause, for a change. isha liked to think she herself was a superhero -- even if she no longer regularly illustrated characters with powers akin to those of superwoman.

      ❛ but yes, of course i’m serious. super serious. serious as a heart attack. ❜ she’s pulling out her sketchbook now & a mechanical pencil in order to prove she’s not all talk.  ❛ i’m kinda rusty, but i’ll do my best ! also -- don’t get me wrong, suited-up-agent-you is bomb n’ all, but i’m excited to draw you. cute with a super smile, you. ❜ she pauses & hums in thought. ❛ ... unless you want a serious one. i can definitely do serious. ❜

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tearyeycd.

   ❝I know it’s such an obnoxious thing to hear but–❞ Everything happens for a reason, is the phrase that lingered on her lips but she refrained from finishing because she knows it’s bullshit. What could possibly be the reason for Sora to die? He was a brilliant, talented, and kind young man who did nothing but put positivity into the world. He died because some idiot got wasted and thought he didn’t need an Uber. Sadness boils into anger as she shakes her head. ❝Life fucking sucks. It takes away anything that’s good, that’s decent, and we’re just left with shit!❞ 

❝Don’t say something so terrible.❞ She utters, somewhat panicked as she tries to stop the tears from running down her face. Their whole situation already felt like a bad episode of the Twilight Zone and the last thing she needs is to begin doubting her own existence. Then again she doesn’t exactly know how to prove she does. After a few moments of thought she comes up with something that will hopefully work. Maybe this will ease some of Isha’s worries. ❝Sophia Anne Lau, spelled L-A-U. Google me. I’m an author and my books have little pictures of me on the back.❞ Cheesy, pretentious pictures taken by Sora.

       ❛ no, no, no. ❜ with each repetition of the word it's delivery grows more & more venomous. she’s pacing as she speaks whilst hands move in gestures that allude to the desire for the other to cease speaking. isha’s looked her up before -- often, actually, to assert that the woman who understood her woes was not merely a figment of her imagination -- but she won’t do so now. perhaps in this moment it’s out of FEAR. not of the other, but rather the nature of her own mind. the reminder that sophia really, truly existed only served to harm what she knew to be REAL ... it wasn’t so much the challenging of what she once knew, but to share such an intense level of intimacy with another in such a short amount of time ? terrifying.

      ❛ have you ever considered that maybe i don’t WANT you to be exist ? ❜ she wants to take it back the minute she says it. she does not wish for anything fatal to happen to sophia in the slightest, but if she were to nolonger be mentally connected to isha ? to live independently of the thoughts of another ? in her distress she deems the latter to be the ideal situation. ❛ i didn’t ...fuck, i don’t mean it like that. i want you to exist. you should exist.  just, maybe not IN MY HEAD. all i’ve contributed since this connection has been established is pain to a woman who doesn’t need anymore of that -- ‘specially not when you’ve got your own. ❜

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exsolutoque.

A little twitter, akin to that of a robin’s, leaves his lips. In response, birds around him start to chirp, pigeons start cooing. A small smile, the animals and the boy seem to have a back and forth going on, like some sort of conversation, before the boy realises he has company and he stops, eyes wide as he sees the other. He can’t even think of what to say, he just stares.

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      the events within her life as of late had been nothing short of peculiar, that much was true. however, this didn’t make the sight before her any less unexpected. the expressions that contort her countenance are those of PERPLEXITY which soon becomes DUBIETY &, alas, she becomes expressionless. eyes do not so much as blink as she stares right on back -- utterly shameless. ❛ ... is it in my BEST INTEREST t’pretend i didn’t see a damn thing ? ❜