I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself, which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution, depending on what state you’re in. You can’t have it.
Alo! Psh, so, CORAN AND LANCE BONDING MOMENT BC YES. This is like the fourth chapter of Don’t Put Out the Glow fic I have in my Ao3, but yeah! You can read it separetly.
The main point here is that Lance is beated up as hell (that happens in chapter 1) and he’s bed resting and the team takes turn to watch over him and take care of him and this time it was Coran’s turn!!
But like I said, *shrugs* you don’t have to, just know that Lance is emotional and beated up bc of their last mission.
Ps. I have the hc that Alteans’s language was …well greek bc I’m not creative enough to come up with cute nicknames in alien language SO GREEK:
kardiá liontarioú (greek) means lion heart. mikró ílio (also greek) means little sun.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
“And there I was: Alone with only my flubber and my tutter with at least fifty hundred Deditions. It was hopeless for any Altean…except for me! I stared at the eye of Death smugly and attacked without mercy. Victory was so close I could taste it, quite literal because one of the Deditions fell into my mouth, I might add. Time became slow and it was as I was in a hurricane and there was no escape but do you know what I did, my boy?”
“What did you do, Coran?” Lance asks quietly, smiling softly at the Altean as he takes a sip from his cup.
“I beat every single one of those Deditions! It was the most satisfying victory of all, my boy!”
The brunet giggles under his breath. “But, Coran, aren’t Deditions like small puppies?”
“My boy! Their piles of cuddles and big shiny eyes could kill an entire army! No one is able to resist their cuteness!”
“You can survive any outside cuteness when you see this face every day, my boy.” Coran says proudly as he points at his own face and he grins when the brunet laughs gleefully.
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
Coran smiles as he watches Lance chuckle softly. The brunet still has a big bump on his right side of his head, the corner of his lower lip is covered in dried blood and his eye is not as swollen as before but still sensitive and red.
Lance still looks bad but the bright smile on his face tunes out every visible injury and Coran can’t be more grateful with the universe for allowing him to see that smile.
“You know,” He starts after a few minutes in silence, voice gentle and longing, his eyes still looking at Lance fondly, “You remind me of my son.”
Lance’s laughter stops abruptly and then turns his head towards Coran, mouth wide open in surprise and then he’s frowning concern.
“Coran –” He starts, voice small and hesitant but Coran cuts him off by standing from the chair and walking towards the brunet, taking seat on the corner of the bed besides Lance.
“He was a good lad. He had his mother’s hair and eyes but besides that he was a mini me.” Coran chuckles, crossing his right leg across his left one and dropping his elbow on it, resting his chin against his open palm, “His mother used to say that we should have named him Coran Jr; saying that it fitted him better with his wild personality and loud upbeat voice.”
Lance licks his lips nervously and then speaks in small voice, “What was his name?”
“Lyon.” Coran replies calmly, “His name was Lyon.”
Okay I don't know if anyone has commented on this before but I was just reading someone else's theories and they brought up the meaning of Feyre's name and how it is from an old fae dialect. Now, out of the context of the book, Fayre is an actual old English name meaning fair one/ beautiful (I spend a lot of time on baby naming sites/ looking up old medieval names). Do you think SJM's variation would have a similar meaning for the fae then, or just another sly nod to Beauty and the Beast?
So I 100% believe that the meaning of the name is a nod to the various fairytales in the spectrum of mode of Beauty and the Beast.
BUT I also 100% believe that it means something within the context of the book. Because both Amarantha and the Bone Carver turn over Feyre’s name and think about it. I think Amarantha even actually says it’s an old name.
Layers. The name has layers.
And when the Bone Carver says it, he’s like “Fey-ruh” and pulls the beginning out.
And just as a general FYI “fey” is an actual word. It’s an adjective that means:
giving an impression of vague unworldliness: his mother was a strange, fey woman.
• having supernatural powers of clairvoyance.
• chiefly Scottish fated to die or at the point of death: now he is fey, he sees his own death, and I see it too.
Now all of these meanings can be applied to the name, right? And some of them sit canonically. Feyre is a bit clairvoyant. She sees several things before they happen in the story. She is kind of unworldly isn’t she—being of all seven courts? And the Scottish meaning “fated to die” well. She did die, didn’t she. And I’m going to NOT make a reference to @sparkleywonderful‘s theory that she might die again/be unmade. Because it hurts me and I refuse to even entertain that shit.
So, layers. The name has layers. As do most things with Maas. And this is why I sometimes get annoyed with people so knock others in the fandom for coming up with theories (even if they’re off the wall and ridiculous—I’ve written a few. LOL). Because Maas does layer things on purpose. Somethings can totally be coincidence, but they’re also informed by tropes, and common narratives, and embodied experiences with the visual world etc. that all inform stories and storytelling.
Hi! Just out of curiosity what do you consider the ages to be an "adult" fan for this blog? Like you say adult fans but do you mean adult like 18+ or like adult like proper adults who have their shit together and have lives lol? Like are we talking technically adults but everyone knows we all just pretending (like 18-26ish) or real Adult adults (like 30+) lol? Sorry this is such a mess lol. (Basically what are the ages of some of your followers?) Anyways I hope you have a nice day.
hello! Both cassie and I are 28, and we have a lot of followers around that age. But we also follow and have followers who are older (into their forties) and younger (early twenties, college age and I’m sure younger although we don’t talk regularly with anyone who’s that young that I know of).
So when we refer to adults I guess we’re talking about ourselves in our late twenties, but that’s not to exclude any other adults (or anyone for that matter!). All are welcome no matter what age group or life stage they’re in.
When we made the name we weren’t really on tumblr at all and brand new to the fandom so we thought we might be the only ones in our twenties but we met so many other people who are “older” fans. I like that our name alone has connected us to so many other people who initially thought they were the only older fans.
Got7 reaction to trying to kiss their s/o but get caught
JB JB leaned forward to kiss you, just as Mark walks is. He would freeze and turn his head over to make eye contact with Mark before slowly backing up from you. Normally, he wouldn’t mind kissing you even infant of his members, but he had just made it eve more awkward and he was very aware of that.
Mark Since Mark is the oldest, he should not feel awkward kissing you, but he still does find it a bit strange. So when Bambam all of a sudden opens the door when he is about to kiss you, Mark would awkwardly laugh and smile at Bam before looking at back at you and give you a sweet peck.
“Yo… Bam, can you … maybe- move along buddy.”
Jackson Jackson already had his hand on your neck and was pulling you in when Youngjae walks in with Coco. He opens his eyes and slowly looks at Youngjae and then at you. You both start laughing when you see an awkward Youngjae quickly turn away and get out of the room.
“I’m gonna kiss my girlfriend, no matter who is watching.” *gives you a sweet kiss*
Jinyoung Since Jinyoung isn’t a big fan of public skinship, he would be very uncomfortable when a member would walk in on him. He would be very calm about it though and maybe try to make it look like a hug instead.
“Come here you” *member walks in* “… so that I can hug you……… :3″
Youngjae Youngjae gets really giggly when embarrassed, so I can see him give you a uneasy look with big eyes when the member walks in and then start giggling really hard, pulling away from you slowly.
“W-Whahaha- Sorry hyung.” *holds your hands*
BamBam I am pretty sure Bambam would normally not care who was watching to kiss you, but it would surprise him when he sees JB in the corner of his vision, staring at him. He would give JB a look and then just continue, paying full attention to you again.
“You shouldn’t mind him, he is just jealous of our cute relationship.”
Yugyeom This pure angel would notice the member, but not realize how awkward it was until after he had kissed you. You would be the one to pull away and start giggling as you see Jackson make a face, when Yugyeom would turn around and see the member, finally realizing. He would just try to laugh it off, but would probably fail.
Imagine it's the 40s and Bucky & you are in a relationship and ur at a club together and this girl flirts with him bc he has that reputation. You trust Bucky, but you trust no hoes and walk over from talking to a friend and straight up make out w him while staring her straight in the eye. You two go home early and have messy sex and it's rough yet connecting and the two of you wake up with hickys all over. (turns out the girl lives in that building and was mad bc of all the "Sergeant! screaming)
After the Exodus’ disaster, about 150 people survived and found a way to repair the Ark. They don’t know if the 100 are still alive, so the council decided to do what it takes to ensure that the human race will survive and edicts a new law: Each person between eighteen and fifty years are obliged to have a new child. Strictly Kabby.
Groggy as ever, she shut her
eyes once more, forcing herself to catch up on just a few more hours of sleep.
She was used to waking up different. The comfort of uninterrupted sleep had
never reached her. Her nights were filled with tossing and turning, with grief
over her husband, worry over her daughter.
However, this was a
different feeling of discomfort.
It had been ages since she
had last slept next to someone.
She didn’t need to open her
eyes to know that he was there, next to her. His scent invaded her nostrils,
she could feel him.
The bed was big enough for
them both. Locating the courage deep within herself, she allowed herself to
slowly open her eyes. He was there, laying just a few inches away from her.
What she did not expect was to find him awake, staring at the ceiling.
“You’re up already?” She
spoke with a whisper, still too early in the morning for her to be using her
“Just for about ten
minutes.” He swallowed. The sheets were draped halfway over his body, up to his
waist. His t shirt from last night still remained. “I am not used to sleeping
in someone else’s room… No offense.”
“And, I am not used to
sleeping with a man lying next to me…” She chuckled when she saw his smile. “No
“None taken. It’s good to
know I’m not alone.”
“Maybe we should…”
“It’s different, but,” he
turned to her. “I will get used to it.”
There was no doubt that Luke was hot, but when he was mad, it went to a whole new level. You sat innocently at the edge of the bed looking up at Luke walking around the room as he was yelling loudly at the poor soul on the other end of the line. All you could think about was the was his vein popped from his neck and how his eyes were different from the usual myriad shades of light and baby blue, now a much darker tone. It might’ve been insensitive, but how could you help yourself.
Luke turned to look over at you biting your lip and for a moment you could swear his eyes were filled with lust but returned back to the angry dark blue. Luke still filled with rage started to grip his hair in frustration. You started quietly singing phone down by lost kings to yourself,
“Why don’t you put that fucking phone down?
Darling, so we could be alone now"
By now Luke had quieted down a little bit and could hear your soft singing
“Can’t you just be here when the lights go out
Why don’t you ever put that phone down?
What could be so goddamn important
That it can’t wait until the morning?”
Luke gave you a look that was basically asking what you were doing, but still on his phone bickering. Slightly annoyed (and horny) you stood up.
“You got me right here with my clothes off now
Why don’t you put that fucking phone down?”
You sing as you Strip yourself of your dress leaving you in your pink nude lace bralette that goes up towards you neck giving you a matching choker.
Luke looked you up and down seeing the set you were wearing, he looked into your eyes as you dragged him by his tie, walking backwards towards the bed laying yourself and him down supporting himself with one hand, the other holding his phone up to his ear he muttered a quick bye to the phone and set it down. You looked up at him smirking innocently. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips “what was that about” he asked in a low growl. You just replied with a shrug and he kissed you roughly and moaned into your mouth as You put your hand up to the back of his neck playing and tugging at the small hairs. His lips moved down to your neck sucking and leaving marks all over, you moaned at the pleasure…….//I’ll let you guys make up the rest before god starts to hate me
Request : Do you
think you could write something where Newt proposes to the reader on Christmas
with the box in a box in a box etc. thing. Also I love your writing!
It was finally the day and you woke up early.
“Newt! Newt! Wake up!” You yelled as you jumped on your
“Y/N, go back to sleep” he grumbled turning over.
“But it’s Christmas!” you exclaimed. Newt shot up at your
“Why didn’t you say so?” Newt scrambled out of bed. This
action caused you to giggle at your boyfriend.
“What?” He asked.
“And you think I’m
a child” you laughed.
“Whatever” Newt said as he walked out of the bedroom. He
returned not long after with a very large box in his arms. You see the two of
you were never bothered with setting up a Christmas tree, mainly because Newt
and yourself were always travelling ant this was the first Christmas you would
spend at home.
“Oh Newt you know you didn’t have to get me anything” you
“I know but I did because I love you” he smiled back and you
pecked his lips gently.
“Wait I want to give you your present first” you said as you
walked over to the bathroom.
“Why is it in the bathroom? Did you get me a toothbrush?” He
tilted his head to one side confused as to why you hose to hide it in such a
“That’s exactly why I hid it in the bathroom, you’d never
think to check there” you saw Newt gulp at your words.
“Yes Mr Scamander I know you snoop for presents every year”
you smirked as Newt looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“Oh w-well um” he stumbled.
“Don’t worry about it” you laughed before continuing, “Anyway
Merry Christmas Newt” you said as you handed over his present.
Newt’s eyes had lit up in delight at the small gift in his
hands and wasted no time in ripping the paper away. As he had finished opening
his gift his eyes grew large, you had gotten him a new journal.
“It’s enchanted” you started, “it never runs out of paper
and if you make a mistake it erases it for you so there’s no need to cross
things out.” Newt smiled at you before kissing you.
“Thank you Y/N, this is amazing” he whispered. “Here’s yours”
and he handed you your present.
You opened the box to find…another box? Confused you opened
that box to only to be left with another box. You looked up to Newt whose face
“Really Newt? A box in a box?”
“Just keep going” Newt said looking excited.
You continued opening the boxes to only find more boxes till
you got down to what surely had to be the last two. As you opened the box you
saw a small velvet box. You looked up at Newt in confusion before he took the
box from you.
“Newt what-” he interrupted your question by opening the
small box and getting down on one knee in front of you.
“I love you with the entirety my heart. We’ve been with each
other for years and my love for you grows more every time. You are a beautiful
and caring person and have always been there for me 100% through the bad times.
My family adores you and I cannot imagine my life without you in it and I would
be incomplete without you. So Y/N M/N L/N, will you do me the honour of
marrying me?“ He left you speechless, with your mouth hanging open in
“Newt I-” Newt’s face turned from one of happiness to horror
at your words.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t me-If it’s too early I can-” you cut
him off with a kiss.
Solace X Child!Apostasia? Classic child has nightmares and wants comfort?
It’d been a few months since he defeated the tainted agent. He was about to bring down the finishing blow, had the man not suddenly reverted into a smaller, more childlike form. His eyes widened as the man known as Ain had turned into a young boy. The boy kept a blank stare, but cowered at Solace’s presence.
Solace wasn’t able to harm the child, no matter how much destructive he was. Especially now that Ain seemed to be powerless, or very unwilling to use his powers.
It reminded of himself, in a way.
Ain scurried over to him today, peeking out from the entrance as Solace stared at the comatose Harnier. He left another flower for her, another flower that she’ll never see.
“Solace.” The Master of the Sun turned over to face Ain.
“Come.” he waved a hand to signal him to come closer to him. “What is it? “
Ain stepped in, his half bare feet tip toeing towards Solace. “I had a nightmare.”
Solace tilted his head, giving a dead, yet curious expression at him. He watched as Ain sat down on the stairs, a few feet away beside him. The black-haired man mimicked this, looking over at the child.
“I was abandoned again. And it was black everywhere.” Ain continued. He stared back at Solace with a similar dead look in his eyes. “I was trapped. Isolated. No matter how much I ran or traveled, I couldn’t find light.” He drooped his head down. “…I couldn’t find peace.”
“…I see.” He really did remind Solace of his younger days. Striving for happiness and staying with people he loved. No matter how much he attempted to chase after his dreams, none of them succeeded. He couldn’t find peace either, even now.
Ain laid his head on Solace’s lap, not caring on whether or not it was actually comfortable to do so. “Death will approach all of us eventually.” he spoke out, narrowing his eyes.
“…Yeah.” Solace couldn’t deny that. He placed a hand to stroke the child’s hair. “…At least,” he paused for a moment to think. “At least, enjoy the time now though. Perhaps it’s best not to think about the future.” It was something Solace himself couldn’t do, but… at least, Ain might be able to.
Allow me to be punny – this hour has flown by. Groan.
It is Tinker, not Turner – my mistake. Sam puts down his gun after asking the head flight attendant to contact that pilot. Sam is willing to turn himself over to save Tinker. The flight attendant calls the captain. Callen finds a way to get into the main area of the plane. Sam yells “hard right” to the Captain and the plane goes right. Callen drops from the ceiling and wins the fight with the hostage taker.
Sam finds the man transmitting the data and stops him rather violently. The head flight attendant was actually a good person.
Hetty, Nell, Eric, Kensi and Deeks are thanked by the Tokyo police. After the call, Hetty tells the younger folks to go home and have a life. Deeks is preparing himself for Kensi’s friends. Kensi is excited the Tiffanys are in town.
Salazar is getting help. The head flight attendant thinks she should bhe happy but she’s worried. The pilot arrives. He was sorry he couldn’t open the door to help – he had to think of the 268 souls on the flight but he was ready for the fight and glad with his experience he could handle the flight.
Callen and Sam arrive home. They walk into the office and find Hetty in the little area off the bullpen. She wants to share a drink. Sam was hoping for some Pappy Van Winkle but I think it is a special scotch (I’m not a drinker, I’m bad at this stuff). The three share a toast. "The past 12-months for our family here has just plain sucked,“ Hetty explains. Dark moments were eclipsed but complete blackness. But what the team did on the plane and on the ground – "these are the good days. We will write the pages of this book and let’s make this one hell of a story.” That’s great! "And to hell with last year,“ as the credits role. That’s the best Hetty.
Bumper is Deeks and the exploding truck from earlier this season so no preview.
wait why do gay men and lesbians have a separate letter in the acronym? because you mentioned it in one post? this isn't supposed to be offensive btw I'm actually curious, and I'm a lesbian so lmao
this is embarrassing but,, i’m gonna have to turn this over to any of my followers because i actually don’t know either i just read a post on here saying there’s a reason behind it LOL….. a quick google search turned up nothing so. anyone?
Rimbaud has made me gay, with is twisted-nail Words and his casual ease of gait. He has done My soul. He has turned me over like a shiny stone. A delicate touch did me. A sudden look had me. A weird word curiously whispered spun me like A copper coin, caught in the sun, suddenly golden. I have become. If Arthur were to kiss me, I would Be alive at last. I am fastened to life. Arthur, release me.