#cointricks

[chubbybarbie]

Me trying to learn coin tricks, a monolog

"Okay stay calm"

"You got this"

"Yeah, yes yes yes you did it"

"Now do it again"

"Just like that"

"No not like that"

"Yes"

"No"

"yES YAAASSSSSS"

"Fuck you"

"No"

"Cunt"

"Shit biscuits"

"Stupid son of a bitch"

"bitch"

"fuck's sake"

"c'mon you did it last time"

"YES"

"i am so great i am so great"

"nooooOOO"

"son of a whore"

"Stupid motherfucker"

"motherfucking coin"

[praegressus-blog1]

@skingames | cointricks

“erik?”

charles already knows he’s awake, of course—he’d known that from his own bedroom, could hardly mistake erik’s thoughts—but it is half past four. he knocks twice as a courtesy, lets himself in as soon he hears the click of the lock.

he has the chessboard tucked under one arm and a bottle of scotch in the other, and he had changed into his pyjamas and made a valiant attempt at sleep for the last two hours before finally accepting that the triple threat of the house itself, the nightmares of the teenagers in it and his own anxieties weren’t about to have such mercy on him.

erik, for his part, doesn’t appear to have been trying.

“i do hope i haven’t interrupted any particularly important brooding.” charles smiles—or at least the corners of his mouth tug up, he’s too tired and on edge for much more than that—as he shows erik the offerings he’s brought with him. “i told the children to be up at six, god help me. i thought you might fancy a drink and a game to pass the time.”

[quitehumane]

@skingames​ (erik lehnsherr)

“i am not who you think.”

there is a knife to the throat that is not hannibal’s, a knife that had moved so fast in the man’s hand that he could hardly see it and a few years ago he could not speak, not move, but he is stronger now. he cannot afford to be afraid, cannot think of the frigid air and the cleaver and prašau, prašau, prašau—

the papers that had brought him here, wearing this face, are scattered on the floor around him and he sees murder in the man’s eyes. he sees murder and in seeing murder he sees kin. lady murasaki has warned him about his gift—you are special, hannibal, but they will be afraid, you mustn’t show anyone—but he does not want to be murdered as this nazi, this friend of them—and so he raises his hands and sheds his face, gains an inch in height and loses a hundred pounds in weight and forty years of age, and this hideous face becomes the one that he most often calls his own. if he is going to be murdered for something, this is the skin he will die in. this is what he will die for.

“please,” hannibal says, in his own voice, his accented french, his stiff and halting diction as his mind fights him, trying to take refuge in silence. “he is evil. i am not him.”

[magic---secrets]

How to Do the Overhand Shuffle | Coin & Card Magic

[drakespades-3z]

[intervalmagic]

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