#cinmatic

[the-cresentmoon]

Weapons comes out today!! Seeing it tomorrow and I will be giving my first film rant on here!!

[lvebug]

FIRST MEETING STARTER CALL : an unplotted first meeting encounter / for andie & harry osborn @cinmatic

andie's spider-sense, she's learned over the years, is excellent at protecting her from physical danger. it doesn't always give her time to avoid it, but at least a heads up is always nice.

what she's also learned over the years is that it does nothing for social danger.

she doesn't even have the excuse of being on the phone or anything like that, just that she'd been distracted by trying her hardest to see if she could still hear romeo at home where he's pacing the floor while on the phone with his mom.

which is the very moment that she crashes into the man walking her way. it's a full-body, head-on collision, with no help from the little alarm system in andie's head to tell her to slow down. fast reflexes means there's still enough time to save him from injury: a palm on his shoulder to slow him and half a step back to reduce the impact of their colliding forces, but there's time for little else.   "oh, sorry, i am so sorry!"    there's a very typical dance that two people go through in a moment like this and andie begins by pulling her now-crushed coffee cup back into her own space, glancing up at the guy and then back down.   "oh, fuck,"   a new, second wave of even greater surprise. he's wearing most of the contents of her coffee.   "i am SO sorry."

[kishorwagh]

[cowga1]

starter for // @cinmatic [ tyler owens ] .

of course she was aware of his title, it was worn LOUD and PROUD for the cameras. and in a town this small, legends traveled faster than storms.

tyler owen’s—mister torando wrangler himself, and wasn’t he just a tall glass of water. fortunately for him, triage’s finest nurse was tending to that ugly wound, which had his forearm split open like a peeled peach. paige worked in quiet rhythm. sterile gauze, saline flush, a needle arcing through skin like it was cloth. her hands moved with the kind of confidence that only came from years and repetition—this wasn’t her first midnight in triage, and it showed.

“ya normally find yourself this banged up after chasin’ a tornado?” she inquired, voice honey-warm, a little amused. the words curled at the edges as a smile flickered across her lips but never quite breaking through. amber hues didn’t glance up, too focused on drawing the wound closed, SUTURE BY SUTURE, like sewing a secret back into flesh.

“what’re ya doin’ in a small town like this one anyhow?” curiosity getting the best of her, maybe a bit more than it should. “we haven’t had a bad storm worthy of chasin’ since two thousand and three.”

[warplanetarchived]

with @cinmatic / continued from here

kida eases the royal sash across her body as giselle speaks. she's listening. she hears giselle's questions and her ramble of wonder, and, once the sash sits comfortably across her body, the princess turns to face her friend and address her curiosities. like kida, giselle seems better equipped for conversation while her hands are distracted — from what minimal fabric they have on atlantis, she has crafted incredible garments, sewn gorgeous clothes, and even weaved ferns together to help atlanteans patch their roofs. her skills are impeccable, and kida deeply admires giselle and all the gifts she's brought to atlantis in the short time she's been here... but it is obvious by the way giselle's eyes dim that she misses her home of andalasia. "i'm not sure if you would call it magic," kida explains thoughtfully, head at a tilt and hair cascading down her shoulder. "it is... energy. power. milo would be better suited to describe it properly, or on a more scientific level. i only know what it does for my people, and for our preservation here beneath the surface." she smiles. giselle appears to work well positioned up high like this, far from the bustle of the city. she's been up here sewing for hours, which is why kida came to pay her a visit. "it is the reason we survived the great flood thousands of years ago. it keeps our people alive — powers our crystals." she gestures to the one giselle now wears around her neck, a gift from kida. "if you were to remain here with us, it would keep you like this... though i have a feeling you desire a return to andalasia. is that right?"

[bdazzled-a]

" before you even utter a word, just so you know, my answer is no. " georgina looms in the doorway of her office, her typical wicked grin poised and primed to convince brooke to do something she should absolutely not do.

" i'm so not getting caught up in one of your schemes again, georgina. " brooke pouts, her next words coming out as a pathetic sort of whine, " i'm still recovering from the last time. you leave, like, way too much damage in your wake. "

@cinmatic liked for a starter

[everdawn]

@cinmatic [ TROY ]: ♡'d for a starter from GABRIELLA

THANKS to early admission, the transition to stanford wasn't as intimidating as gabriella had originally anticipated. the struggle, instead, was being separated from the people she loved most as they all pursued their own paths. thankfully, her relationship with troy remained solid and they'd been making the distance work. reunions were always planned whenever schedules allowed and though they faced their share of challenges, they were minimal in the grand scheme of things. THIS particular reunion, however, was unplanned and after an hour and a half on the road, gabriella finally reached her destination. troy's dorm was a familiar place and she smiled gratefully as the front desk staff swiped her in. his roommate, in on her plan, had already let her in and vacated. once alone, the femme settled herself on the edge of his bed, a happy grin spread over her features once he came through the door. ❛❛ surprise, wildcat ! ❜❜

[seachant]

︵‿۶ৎ 𝓐‿ it had been completely unintentional. ariel only wanted to take a look around a ship that had landed on their waters, she hadn't meant to hide in a small storage room when the crew had returned but now she found herself somewhere unknown, having felt it move. eventually falling asleep, she suddenly stirs awake as a box falls on her, squealing in surprise. not good, she should make sure the path is clear to go back.

crawled on her knees, ariel slowly opens the door, unaware of any voices that might've called out. looking around she cants her head upwards, slowly ..... cervine gaze widening as she's met with ..... a human. uh-oh. "ah ..... i can explain." @cinmatic continued.