tiny planes

But Only If You Promise

 Adam Cole x Reader

    You impatiently tapped your fingers on the armrest as you watched the animated map in front of you, an estimated time to arrival ticking down in the bottom right hand corner. The tiny plane inched across the dotted line slowly, showing the path flown between Los Angeles and Tokyo- It’d been like watching paint dry for 14 hours. “Ms. Y/N, would you please return your seat to the upright position? We’re preparing to land now.” You snap out of your zombie like state and smile with a nod, pressing the button on the side of the seat to readjust. It’d been months since you’d seen Adam and you couldn’t believe the moment was finally almost here. After countless days of X’s on your calendar you’d finally be in his arms again today. Now.

    You wander through Narita airport exhausted and make your way through customs, gathering your luggage as fast as possible. As you walk through the terminals it hits you that you’re finally here…and that Adam is waiting in arrivals just as excited as you are. You take a deep breath to calm the butterflies as you step onto the escalator down and watch an ocean of faces appear- and soon that includes a bright set of baby blues you’d recognize anywhere. “Y/N!” you hear his smooth, deep voice say as he pushes through to you. Adam quickly silks his arm around your lower waist and pulls you in, slightly lifting your short frame up to his height. “Adam!” you manage to squeak out as you embrace him fully. Burying your face into his chest you smell the familiar spice of his signature cologne entangling with the musk of leather. You breathe it in heavily with a sigh. This was your heaven on earth. Hell, this was your heaven anywhere. You feel a hand cup your chin and pull your face up to eye level. “I’ve missed those lovely golden eyes of yours so much.” You feel yourself flush a warm pink as he dips in and kisses you tenderly, the firmness of his lips sinking you into a melted bliss.

    Adam leads you out the airport and to his rental car without an ounce of hesitation, clearly he’d memorized the route by now. As he loads your luggage into the trunk he pauses. “So uh, Y/N?” You look over, confused by the mild hesitation in his voice. He nods and continues. “I know we usually go out to celebrate with the guys after a big show, and I promise you’ll get to see them eventually since i’m sure you miss them. I know they miss you too, Matt and Nick have been going on about how happy they are to see you again and i’m really not trying to take that away or anyth-” You cup his face and make him look at you. “Relaaaaax! I’m your girlfriend, not your mother. You shouldn’t be so scared to tell me anything. Spit it out!” The corners of his eyes turn up as he smiles and laughs widely, his shoulders relaxing as he reaches back to smooth his hair bun. “You’re right, i’m being stupid. I just wanted to know if you’d be okay with us just doing a private outing tonight? Without any of them… Just us two in the night, maybe with some nature?” Your eyes widened in surprise. You’d been dating Adam for 3 years and as sweet as he always was he was never a huge romantic. A gentleman for absolute sure, but he was always a little too playful for romance. He’d try here and there because he knew you loved it but it always went hilariously awry. You didn’t mind, though. It was a part of his charm and you’d never had a problem with it- I mean what else could you expect from the panama city playboy himself? “Since when am I the type to decline a romantic date with you? Of course i’d love that. I think i’d prefer it even, I haven’t seen you since Christmas and would love some time for ourselves.” He lit up instantly, the April sun jealous of the way his smile beamed so exuberantly. “Great! I promise I won’t screw this up like usual, i’m so happy to have you here with me again and I need to show you that.” His face softens as he caresses your cheek “So what do you say we head to the hotel to drop off your things now, pumpkin?”

    You stare up at the hotel in disbelief “The Ritz, Adam? The Ritz?!” He nervously chuckles as the valet unloads the car and drives away. The bellhop loads a shiny expensive looking cart with your bags and escorts you to the elevator to your room.  5th floor. 10th floor. Top floor. You walk out to an exceptionally nice hallway, following the tail of the bellhop before he stops at the final room. As Adam speaks to him and tips him you slowly enter the room. A small eloquent foyer greets you, decorated tastefully with a vanity and a space to store shoes. 2 massive oak doors await to be opened in front of you. He walks to them confidently and pulls them apart, revealing a wide open marbled floor peppered in rose petals trailing throughout the living room and kitchen- all with a city view. The living room table holds the biggest vase of roses you’ve ever seen and a huge plushie of your favorite character. You’re shaken out of your mesmerized state as he grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the top of it lightly before speaking into your knuckles gently “I did this all for you, Y/N. I want you to remember this trip as the best trip of your life. No ifs ands or buts about it.” You look away shyly, unable to understand what you did to deserve someone so loving. “But it’s so-” He puts his lips against yours sweetly, speaking against them reassuringly. “It’s so what? Out there? Different? Extravagant? Anything but too much for you because you deserve it all.” You lean your forehead against his and happily sigh. “I understand what i’m doing, and all I hope is that you will too by the end of tonight. I need this to be perfect for you, for us. In every way.” You’re confused by his sentence but excited at the same time. What could he possibly have in store for tonight?

    1!…2!…3! The crowd erupts in cheers and screams around you as the bell rings. “The winner and still your Ring of Honor world champion, Adam Cole!” Adam stumbles to his feet clutching his side and smirks triumphantly as his music hits. You’ve heard it hundreds of times yet you still can’t help but jump up and down clapping to the beat in the front row.

Dirty, sexy, sneaky thing. Power over all with the love you bring…

He grabs his title and holds it up, proudly celebrating yet another victory. As he makes his way out of the ring he pauses and looks at you and points at himself going along with the song. He holds up the number 4 and points at you and you blush. You’d always teasingly sing that part of the song at him… but something in his look was different. Something that made you think that maybe it wasn’t just silly antics tonight. Before you look too deep into it you decide it’s best to happily shrug it off and just start heading backstage to catch up with him and see where you’d be headed tonight. And so, you do.

    “You were amazing out there babe, i’m so proud of you!” You yell out as you run to his arms, his hair dripping all over you still wet from his shower. “Had to put on a good show for my lovely little lady at ringside! It’s not often I have you hear to root for me ya know.” You smile as you hug him tighter. “Okay okay Y/N, baby, I don’t need a broken rib now!” He chuckles as he pushes your hair out of your face and lifts it up to kiss you. “So how about we have that date now?” You nod your head eagerly, excited by the prospect of a well deserved night out with the love of your life. He packs his things back into his gym bag and you two make your way out back to the rental car. As you approach the car he pauses and grabs you. “Y/N, I want this to be a surprise…” He says as he reaches into his pocket. “May I?” He holds a small silk blindfold in his hand and wiggles it in the air in front of you with hopeful eyes. You nod and he eagerly steps behind you as he wraps it over your eyes and quickly ties it. He dips down and holds his lips to your neck, caressing you with his breath and a kiss as gentle as the cool spring breeze. “I love you so much, Y/N. I only hope that I can show you just how much tonight.” He walks you to your side of the car and helps you inside before closing the door behind you. You wait nervously in the silence. The driver’s door opens and the weight shifts as he boards the car. “Are you ready?” he asks nervously. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

    You finally arrive as he slows to a stop and you hear him fumble with a few things before he lets out a calm and happy sigh. “Alright darling, let me help you out.” You giggle “Well, i’d sure hope you aren’t planning to leave me like this!” He laughs and you can almost see his little eye squint through the blindfold from how vividly you see it in your head. He gets out and closes the door and comes to your aid, lifting you out of your seat and turning you to a particular direction. “Walk with me.” he says as you breathe in the chill of the 2am air. You obediently follow and after a few steps you feel the change from pavement to concrete. Then from concrete to grass. He silently leads you for another minute before he stops and walks behind you. He plays with the long ends of your hair for a few seconds quietly before breaking the silence. “I hope you like pink.” You stiffen, confused by the words coming from his mouth. “Of course I-” he pulls on the silk and it drops immediately from your face to the floor and it’s instantly followed by your jaw. Your eyes are flooded by an ocean of pink petals everywhere- on the trees above you, next to you, under you. A never ending sea of sakura floating down into a dense pillow of even more blossoms, all alongside a dimly lit lake. “Now face me.” He calls from behind you, his voice husky. You’re so amazed by the sight, you don’t even hear him at first. “Y/N, darling, look this way please.” He beckons again.

    You slowly turn and your heart races as you see the actual surprise. Candles lay all over in a carefully scattered array with a small blanket in the center, a basket of food resting in the middle. “I can’t believe you planned this whole picnic for me Adam…I don’t know what to say. I… Thank you so much. I don’t know how I could’ve gotten so lucky…” your voice trails off as he smiles softly before he turns and starts silently walking towards the blanket. “Adam? Do i follow or…” He continues walking before he stops right in front of the blanket, in the center of the glittering candles. He nods at you, reassuring your question. You walk to him and as you reach him he grabs both your hands and cups them together to the center of his chest. “Y/N, can you feel my heart? How you make it race?” You shyly nod. “Since the day I first met you, you’ve made it race every second I’ve looked at you. As time went on I thought it’d fade, but instead it grew more profound. You made me second guess myself like no woman ever had. You made me nervous and excited every time without fail, no matter what the circumstance. It was then that I realized you had to be mine.” You stare at him in shock. Absolute blissful shock. Adam was affectionate and loving but this magnitude caught you off guard. You’d never felt so happy in your life. “I wanted every single smile to be because of me and not another man… and once you became my girlfriend I was in disbelief that now that’d be true. Time went on…and then it happened. The moment I knew I loved you was a random Tuesday morning after you had slept over. It was when you had turned to face me half asleep. Your hair was a mess falling across the pillow, your face was bare revealing every little “imperfection” you always complained about …and there was even a little bit of drool dried to the corner of your mouth. You looked like the sweetest little angel. I stared at you sleeping for the next hour with the most unimaginable level of adoration- I didn’t even think it was possible. I told you I loved you over the burnt banana pancakes i’d made you that morning. When you glowed and said you loved me back I felt like the luckiest man on earth.” He paused to catch his breath and kissed every one of your knuckles, his lips like a light feather brushing your skin. “I need to wake up to that face everyday forever, Y/N.” You stare up at his baby blues through your tears as they happily dance down your cheeks. He shyly grins as he releases your hands slowly. “I want to love and take care of you forever. I want to have you by my side forever, Y/N.” He reaches into his pocket and fumbles with something again. “I’ll even learn how to make better pancakes, I promise!” He chuckles and you giggle. Just like Adam to be so playful. You look up at him and nod…but gasp as he slowly drops to one knee. He gingerly pulls out a small velvet navy box and turns it to you as he opens it to reveal a beautiful sparkling ring. And for just this once he stares up at you now, his sapphire eyes lovingly watching every detail of you. 

“But only if you promise.”

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed! Was my first time writing in a super long time! Please feel free to give any criticism (or general comments) so I can improve! ^^ (p.s. i know his njpw theme is diff from his RoH theme, sorry!)

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First laser session done. If I were to describe the pain, I would say it’s like taking a tiny metal plane in the size of a scart plug, heat it up and boop it over and over on your skin. I squirmed… But if it means that I will get rid of, or at least reduce my facial hair then I will gladly go through that hell again.

anonymous asked:

For the weird dream: you're having breakfast with your loved ones. Someone asks if you heard the news about a plane that laid eggs because it thought it was a bird. They even show you it in the paper, where it's so important it's on every page. Somehow, you realise that they were used in the meal, and berate everybody for deciding to eat such an amazing discovery. Nobody really cares and they all just carry on eating breakfast. Maybe the world just isn't ready for tiny plane chicks yet...


In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang describes how opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another.

“They’re very different, in a Yin-Yang way: Chris is a quiet, self-effacing craftsman who goes about his business of perfecting the almost lost art of extremely subtle acting for the camera - he’s aware, I think, of how a tiny shift of the planes of his face convey his thoughts and emotions; Darren is cheerfully and robustly conquering the world with a tireless energy for the many things heaped on his plate all at once.” — Brad Ellis

this ficlet is part of a series of ficlets, the rest of which can be found here. this one is set immediately after “rain king”, because no way did that tiny-ass plane take off after the reunion, which means one more night with ONLY ONE BED. happy reading!

It’s one in the morning and she knows he’s awake: his breathing is still shallow, uneven. He’s curled up on his side facing away from her, wearing a t-shirt - a concession to her presence. He is broad and lean and quiet, and she doesn’t know what makes her say it other than the fact that she knows he’s awake.

“I don’t mind sharing a room,” she says, her voice husky with sleep. “This way I can protect you.” A grin creeps up on her, and she can’t keep it out of her voice. “From flying cows.” And amorous farm girls, she thinks.

From the other side of the bed he laughs, low in his chest. Without speaking they both move toward the center of the mattress until he is flat on his back and she is tucked up against him, her head on his chest, her right arm sprawled across his torso.

She exhales.

They lie there for a while, listening to the night sounds. No cows.

His voice is a low rumble, thunder in his chest, and she feels it more than hears it when he says, “What are we doing?”

Pressed up against him, her hand fisting in the soft cotton of his t-shirt, she considers it. Not even a kiss? Sheila had asked, eyes wide, disbelieving. But sometimes Scully thinks that this line, this physical separation, is the only thing that keeps him from subsuming her completely.

Not that she can tell him that.

So she sighs. “If the Bureau found out, they’d separate us. And I don’t - I don’t want to risk destroying what we have.”

“Do you think it would?”

“Not necessarily. But it’s a risk.”

More silence. “What else, Scully?” he asks, finally.

When she looks up at him his eyes are dark, glinting; he is a creature, something other, even with his arms so familiar around her. She can see his uncertainty in the shape of his mouth, the set of his jaw. The uncertainty - and the desire, and the fear.

Roughly, he says, “Do you want me?”

And there it is: the precipice.

She turns her face into his t-shirt, enjoying the softness, still wishing it was skin. It isn’t something she has the words for, not yet, but she knows how he’ll taste.

He pulls away just enough to prop himself up on one elbow and look down at her, but she doesn’t meet his gaze. She’s still on her side, blue eyes staring past him into the middle distance.

“I’m afraid,” she says quietly.

“Of what?” he asks, even more quietly.

She can feel his eyes boring into the side of her skull, so she looks up at him, draws her hand up to trace the lines on his forehead. All of the weight there. Even under oath she couldn’t tell you what color his eyes are.

She whispers, “You’re already everything else to me.” Her voice doesn’t break.

And he nods, biting his lip. After a beat his arms come around her again, holding her closer now, more sure. She wonders, if Fox Mulder controlled the weather, what it would look like.

Outside, it starts to rain.

me trying to get schoolwork done: why do people think aliens look ugly or scary? most creatures on earth are pretty cute, so I don’t get that. and why do people think aliens are totally bald? why can’t they be fluffy or have feathers or something? people think aliens would be creepy if they looked a lot different than humans–green and slimy with big, hairless egg-shaped heads and huge black eyes–but it would be way more creepy if they looked exactly like us. do aliens have periods? do aliens have cool camouflage like chameleons, stick bugs, or cuttlefish? or maybe their planet is full of volcanoes and their camouflage makes them look like rocks and lava! what if aliens don’t have flying creatures on their planet and they come to earth and see a bird and think “wtf?? what is this tiny living plane?”? what do aliens find funny? do they laugh? dogs don’t laugh so maybe aliens don’t either. I hope aliens laugh. but what would that sound like? what if dogs don’t think anything is funny? I wonder if dogs think humans are cute. we look pretty weird though, like semi-naked mole rats or something. we’re probably more bald than aliens so I don’t know why people think aliens are so bald. if all humans were really furry like orangutans or something, would we still wear clothes? if we had that much fur, would we dye it and braid it and stuff or would we shave it or what? why do other primates of the same species all have the same color of fur? there aren’t blond, redheaded, and brunette gorillas, so that’s weird. why is it called an “ear of corn”?  I wonder if–

You won’t be my first kiss, but we’ll still share our first kiss while we’re smiling. I’ll make small sailboats and sail away on your lipstick. You won’t be my first love, but we’ll make it last. I’ll write tiny paper-plane poems and fly them into your heart. You won’t be the first hands I have ever held, but I’ll make sure your fingers feel loved. I’ll draw daisies in your palms and a black rose in mine. We’ll hold them together and they’ll grow. Their roots forever bleeding out of our fingertips and onto the flimsy papers that we’ll write love on. You won’t be my first girlfriend, but you might be my last. You see, heartbreak works both ways. It has to. If the person, who appears heartless matures at a certain point, they’ll feel heartbreak too. It will happen at one point or another. Because for all of the love that we give to people and they mailed it back to the wrong address… They will feel it. Love does weird things to people. People like us. The I love you until you’re fixed kind. The I’ll be yours and only yours if you’ll be mine kind. I won’t be your first boyfriend, but I’ll be the one that you’ll remember as words. Because you fell in love with my poetry. That’s why you have my heart now. You understand the value of love letters. That’s what I love the most about you.
—  I hope we still have first times together. // my eight word story

This tiny electric plane may be the future of  personal flight

A company called Lilium Aviation is working on a two-passenger electric powered plane that can take off and land vertically. The company says it plans to roll out the “everyday life” plane by January 2018. The vehicle can fit in a roughly 50 foot by 50 foot space and refueling is as simple as plugging it in. It can travel hundreds of miles with impressive speed.

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Text me, and don’t let Owen get all dark and twisty. Take care of him, and Alex, take care of Alex. He needs to be mocked at least once a day, or he’ll be insufferable. Don’t get on any little tiny planes that can crash, or stick your hand in a body cavity that has a bomb in it, or offer your life to a gunman. Don’t do that! Don’t be a hero… you’re my person… I need you alive. You make me brave.
—  Cristina Yang (Grey’s Anatomy)
Phil’s Livestream // 6.28.15

HES WEARING THAT CUTE LITTLE BLUE TSHIRT (it has tiny origami planes on it)

He has a sunburn

“Hey my skin’s falling off, nice to meet you.”

Dan and Phil wanted to escape the drilling

Saw Phil’s parents, grandparents, and brothers

Phil’s brother runs the Dan and Phil Shop

Showed the new merch

They spent a long time making the phone case 


“My favorite is the “You like that Katie?” face.”

He’s excited for the book day because everyone who pre ordered will be reading it together

He almost bought a denim jacket

He doesn’t own any blue denim jeans

He sounded a bit Northern 

They went to a retirement home for horses

He said it was terrifying 

“They’re like the largest long nosed dog you’ve ever seen.”

He tried to give equal attention to all of the horses

He talked about the meaning of his name

“When they yell Phil they’re really just yelling Love.”

“Is anyone else scared of horses? I do not trust their legs.”

Someone he knows got kicked in the balls by a horse and is now infertile 

Spider talk

He got hissed at by a spider

He’s scared of angler fish

“I swear that’s Dan, the llama with the fringe.”

He’s going to read the rest of the Maze Runner series

Nothing happened to Dan’s eyebrow it was just the lighting 

According to his teenage diary, his lucky number is 16

“Did you like my ironic pose?” about the Dan and Phil Shop shirt

He’s exciting for the Harry Potter play

He’s never been on a plane with wifi

He’s watching Japanese nature documentaries (he’s very passionate about the monkeys)

He’s never seen a firefly ??

“I wish I could just split myself up and meet all of you.”

He could see himself living by the seaside in the future


He watched It Follows which terrified him

He said he had loads of things to think about and needed the seaside

They climbed a cliff and went to a cliff house cafe 

They also walked to a waterfall 

“Don’t get me started on beetles.”

“A fake fact about me is that my blood is actually green.”

He loves Dan’s header

He wants a Shiba Inu 

He talked about his soothing voice

“Do I make any of your scalps tingle?”

We broke the word “orange” after he said it like 300 times

He watches the gaming videos back to laugh

He photo of Dan and Colin was sent to them by a company for free who apparently just stalked his instagram

Talked about his favorite ice cream flavors

“The question is what will you put in the pocket?”

It actually closed this week

Mentions of Dan: ||||| ||||| ||||

top 10 reasons planes suck dick
  1. cowardly wretches that remain airborne to avoid my punches and melee attacks
  2. the wings don’t even flap???
  3. noisy and irritating
  4. has wheels even though it has literally no use for them
  5. they fly up too high
  6. crappy tinier wings at the back of the plane, that also don’t flap
  7. won’t let you open the windows to get some fresh air
  8. the movie they show is fucking terrible, it’s just this tiny plane that moves across a map of europe with no dialogue or anything.
  9. stupid
  10. an abomination, a symbol of mankinds arrogance. if god wanted us to fly he would have given us wings.

The world is all abuzz with Jonny’s recent fighting and the reasons for it. It inspired me to write a thing. A teeny tiny thing ….

The plane is dark as it climbs into the air over St Louis. Jon rests his head against the window. He feels the jolt of the ice pack placed gently on his knuckles and slides a glance over. Patrick settles back against his seat next to him, eyes closed, hand resting lightly on the ice pack to hold it in place.

“I hate St. Louis,” Jon says quietly after a few long moments of silence. Patrick doesn’t open his eyes.

“Yep.” He answers.

“I hate Backes,” Jon whispers fiercely.

“Yep.” Patrick’s eyes remain closed. Embarrassment works in Jon’s gut.

“I hate losing control on the ice,” Jon’s voice is barely audible. Patrick’s eyes open and he turns his head, cheek resting on the seat.

“There it is,” Patrick gives him a soft understanding smile. “Tell you what. You stop making a name for yourself as the new league enforcer and I will remind you of a place where you don’t mind losing control. Deal?”

Jon thinks that sounds pretty reasonable.

“The Eclipsed playwright was peacefully joyous when she heard about the show’s nominations. “I never imagined when I was on a little tiny plane between Ghana and Monrovia that this would be a day that would come. I was scared out of my mind and pretty close to broke, but all I knew was I had to get these narratives out, I just had to,” she told THR, thanking the Liberian women on which the play is based, as well as the many actors and directors who have staged the show all over the world, over the years. “How do we make sure this is a true platform for the girls who are still living through hell? We want to give them as much attention with the time we have. We need to hear about them so we can respond as a global community.”

The Walking Dead actress also thanked Bono, who attended the show over the weekend. “He says, ‘It’s always impossible until it’s done.’ I hope and pray that this encourages other writers out there,” she said before heading back to Atlanta tonight. “Our purpose is to pursue the narrative and stand by it. Get it done, get to the finish line with it, and the champions of your work will appear. A lot of women writers come to me with that fear – I do most of what I do scared, but I do it anyway, because it’s about something bigger than you. The responsibility in writing is other people get blessed when you see it through.”

–The Hollywood Reporter

This was probably posted, but I had a busy day. Relevant to all my concerned anons! :) Also the most lovely gracious response, she never rests from her true goals. I love her so much. I wish her every continued success and happiness.


“They’re very different, in a Yin-Yang way: Chris is a quiet, self-effacing craftsman who goes about his business of perfecting the almost lost art of extremely subtle acting for the camera — he’s aware, I think, of how a tiny shift of the planes of his face convey his thoughts and emotions; Darren is cheerfully and robustly conquering the world with a tireless energy for the many things heaped on his plate all at once.”