#kinemasent

[pivut]

gilfoyle’s voice in dinesh’s head interrupts him before he’s even had the chance to start speaking. pretend you’ve seen a woman before, it says, over and over, increasingly grating. pretend you’ve seen a woman before.

         ‘ your face. ’ great start! he lifts his hand to gesture at her, palm up. ‘ you know, it makes all of us look like monsters by comparison. ’

@kinemasent​,  sc.

[zhestoky-blog]

@kinemasent. call.

     ‘ Has anybody ever told you-- ’ He lowers his voice here, as if he’s about to say something secret. ‘ You are a little fucking intense? ’ 

[mosnkov-blog]

14 FROM GILES

soft touch  ---  a hug from behind.

         ‘ i don’t understand it. ’

dimitri’s recovery time is quick enough to disguise just what a welcome surprise giles’ hug is. he’d thought he was alone, having left his partner in bed to study the collection of art in his living space, so to be warm again after being forced by nightmare into cold air and consciousness does turn his frown around.

         ‘ why me? for a subject. ’ he tilts his head back until it rests against giles’ shoulder. folds his hands over the other’s. ‘ compared to your other studies, i am, well. short. stouter by the day, no doubt. ’ his expression darkens minutely. ‘ unremarkable. ’

[gnnablow]

time yourself for 30 seconds and pitch to everybody why they should watch the magicians 123 go

voice meme / accepting

ok cursed.

[skhism]

         ‘ don’t touch that. ’ that being a jukebox in the corner, and also, technically, not belonging to bertie or her, uh... realm. or her company’s realm, for that matter. the thing would be long gone if she didn’t phase right through and collide with the wall with every attempt to move it. she doesn’t want to know what’ll happen if this one manages to get a coin in.

         ‘ i’ve heard enough’a what’s new pussycat to last me four fuckin’ lifetimes. thanks. ’

@kinemasent​,  sc.

[oldyuppie-blog]

@kinemasent / sc.

Tony extends the cootie catcher cradled between his hands. It’s only taken him twenty-three years and fifteen minutes to master the skill of paper-folding fortune telling, but he’s finally done it. Bright squares of red, blue, yellow, and green stare up at the other.

     “Pick a color.”

[bloodsnaps]

@kinemasent ! | sc.

    ‘    how do you like me now ?    ‘ 

[hivemnd-blog]

@kinemasent / sc

               in the street before them, there are two men fighting over nothing at all. it’s brutal, teeth bared, snarling like animals, lunging and grappling at any opportunity. when there is nothing to talk about, one must create a topic of conversation! 

               ‘  it’s over a girl, surely. ’