Monday, September 1, 2014

Cold Feet?

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justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

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[Wayne hasn’t been doing anything as Harrison has been tracing designs on his palm and toying with his hand, largely because he doesn’t want to put his partner on the defensive again. Instead, he just tries to remain as a calm presence. At that last part, however, he turns the other man’s face up again to meet his eyes; it’s tempting to just pull Harrison into his arms and hold his fiance close, but he doesn’t dare.] You forget, I had my fear at the beginning and somewhere in the middle of things. By this point, I’ve settled into being your mate. For you, a wedding is another step you need to take, for me, the wedding is only important because it’s important to you.You feel you have something to prove with this, so nervousness is understandable.[He allows the tiniest amount of his love to flow through their link, still trying to not push things, but also trying to get his point across.] I’m not afraid because I’ve already got everything I need right here.

Harrison’s jaw drops.  ”Oh!”   He… he’d never thought of it that way.  He sits in stunned silence, looking into Wayne’s eyes.   His mega-mind races to completely reconfigure…. well everything.  

Then he feels a gentle nudge of his mate’s love and affection.  His shoulders lower slowly as he remembers all Wayne’s fears and anxieties.  He remembers soothing them all away with his love and now this wonderful man is giving that all back to him.  And as he processes all of that, the fog of confusion lifts.  

"Oh Wayne," he sighs apologetically.  And he slowly crawls over into Wayne’s lap.  He looks up at his mate with soulful eyes.  He’s still processing that revelation and he doesn’t quite know what to say.  

[As Harrison crawls into his lap, Wayne relaxes significantly and loosely wraps his arms around his mate. He smiles down at the other man, but remains silent as he comfortingly rubs Harrison’s back. It’s obvious that his partner is thinking hard and he’d prefer to not interrupt that train of thought. Well, as long as it seems like Harrison’s thoughts are still in a positive place, that is.]

Wayne’s words made perfect sense, but so does being held in Wayne’s loving embrace.  He lets out another shaky breath, then another.  Wayne had been so scared when he realized that he wanted Harrison as a mate, so nervous about what that would mean for them.  His mate is right; he’s already had his freakouts…. and none of them made Harrison love his partner any less or doubt his commitment.  He snuggles in close, his cheek to Wayne’s pec and listens to the steady rhythm of his mate’s heartbeat.  

"You don’t…. you’re not mad?" he finally asked quietly.  "You’re not mad at me for being scared?"

[He wraps himself around Harrison, covering his fiance in the protective embrace that he’d wanted to offer this entire time. It’s hard giving his mate space when he knows things would be solved faster with a touch, but he also knows that they obviously really needed to talk things out normally. Wayne’s just glad that it’s over and Harrison isn’t beyond his grasp physically or emotionally anymore.] I could never be mad at you for that, especially since I’ve done similar things in the past. You’re allowed to be scared and to question your choices. And big life choices just offer the chance for bigger questions and fear. If I’d have thought that you really didn’t want me, I’d have let you go, but I knew that you were second guessing yourself. I have a lot of experience in that myself.

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twentyfirstcenturymaia:

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

[Several people go out of their way to come over and add money to the guitar case, a few of which have tears in their eyes. The other man has a level of skill both vocally and instrumentally, that he can’t come close to matching. Considering that guitar playing is just a hobby, Wayne isn’t jealous, but he is thoroughly impressed.]

[He accepts the instrument and idly strums his finger over the strings, largely to see if the pitch will actually hold true when the other man isn’t holding it, but also as a way of grounding himself after such a performance.] I suppose so. I can’t say that I’ve ever really thought about it that way.

"I didn’t really think much about it, either, until the first — and last — time I actually composed a song, one that other people could sing, anyway." Which was true. He hadn’t thought at all about what he was doing when he had eventually sung his part in the Ainulindalë, and it was truly only after he had composed a song all his own many, many years later that he fully grasped the intimacy of the heart involved in a personal act of creation. He picked up his drink cup and took a seat on the end of the bench, carefully making sure he didn’t get in the man’s way. "Do you just perform, or are you a songwriter as well?"

[Wayne lifts a brow at that, genuinely surprised that someone so skilled would have only composed one song of note. Perhaps the other found the more human range of sounds to be too limited? It’s hard to tell and is perhaps too rude a question to ask.]

[Giving the other man a crooked grin, he shakes his head.] I’ve never tried, but let’s just saw that I have a pretty good guess that I’d be terrible at it. So, at this point, I just dabble in playing.

Cold Feet?

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[It seems rude to point out that part of that could be that it’s because the people are human, but it’s more likely that it’s just how they were raised. When it comes down to it, though their relationship might have advantages because they aren’t human, though. So, while human marriages can last, they have an edge to help them accomplish the same things with somewhat less effort.] So far as I can tell, both from what I’ve observed and from hearsay, is that relationships, especially long-lasting marriages, are built on communication. I might have my instincts, but you’ve got the mental bond that makes communication so much easier. It helps us know where we stand with one another and forces us to be more honest with eachother and ourselves.

"But I’m honestly terrified!" Harrison blurts out. Now he’s back to avoiding his mate’s gaze, though he’s still playing idly with Wayne’s hand.  "I mean, not all the time.  Mostly I’m excited and I think about standing up in front of all our friends and looking in your eyes and I want it so bad….. but then I have these moments where I’m just terrified."    

Now he has to blink because the tears are welling up again.  This is where he’s going to break his mate’s heart.  ”And you don’t seem to feel scared or nervous all.  It’s just me.   You act like it’s no big deal…..  So maybe that’s a sign that I’m not supposed to do this.  If it was right then I wouldn’t be so scared.”  His last words come out like a quiet whisper.  He feels weak and confused and so tired.  

[Wayne hasn’t been doing anything as Harrison has been tracing designs on his palm and toying with his hand, largely because he doesn’t want to put his partner on the defensive again. Instead, he just tries to remain as a calm presence. At that last part, however, he turns the other man’s face up again to meet his eyes; it’s tempting to just pull Harrison into his arms and hold his fiance close, but he doesn’t dare.] You forget, I had my fear at the beginning and somewhere in the middle of things. By this point, I’ve settled into being your mate. For you, a wedding is another step you need to take, for me, the wedding is only important because it’s important to you.You feel you have something to prove with this, so nervousness is understandable.[He allows the tiniest amount of his love to flow through their link, still trying to not push things, but also trying to get his point across.] I’m not afraid because I’ve already got everything I need right here.

Harrison’s jaw drops.  ”Oh!”   He… he’d never thought of it that way.  He sits in stunned silence, looking into Wayne’s eyes.   His mega-mind races to completely reconfigure…. well everything.  

Then he feels a gentle nudge of his mate’s love and affection.  His shoulders lower slowly as he remembers all Wayne’s fears and anxieties.  He remembers soothing them all away with his love and now this wonderful man is giving that all back to him.  And as he processes all of that, the fog of confusion lifts.  

"Oh Wayne," he sighs apologetically.  And he slowly crawls over into Wayne’s lap.  He looks up at his mate with soulful eyes.  He’s still processing that revelation and he doesn’t quite know what to say.  

[As Harrison crawls into his lap, Wayne relaxes significantly and loosely wraps his arms around his mate. He smiles down at the other man, but remains silent as he comfortingly rubs Harrison’s back. It’s obvious that his partner is thinking hard and he’d prefer to not interrupt that train of thought. Well, as long as it seems like Harrison’s thoughts are still in a positive place, that is.]

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Sunday, August 31, 2014

Here Kitty Kitty

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justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dymond-in-the-rough:

"I rescued him from a parking lot earlier," Danielle explained, still smiling. "It took him a while to start talking, or we would’ve called you sooner." She gave a dry chuckle. "Guess I’m a magnet for when you guys get turned into animals."

Since the window opened out rather than up, it would be tricky for someone of Metro Man’s bulk to slip inside, but it could be done. Danielle stood aside, wordlessly inviting him in. 

[Metro Man lifts a brow at the little cat. That is both strange and adorable and he has the sudden urge to rub his on Harrison while telling the poor guy how cute he is. He’s betting that there would be claws involved if he did that.] Hey.

[It is possible to fit through the window, but he generally dislikes doing so since it seems rude and not very dignified. Opting to just lean on the window sill, he makes himself a proper part of the conversation without squeezing through the small space.] Thank you, Miss Dymond. I certainly do prefer to not have a flat fiance. I don’t suppose we can offer you a reward for your help?

Harrison stands and comes over to where Wayne is leaning on the sill and butts his head against his mate’s large hand.  ”Hey baby,” he says sweetly, beginning to purr loudly before Wayne even returns his affectionate touches.   Just being close to his mate — not just seeing him or touching him but taking in his scent….. mmmm Wayne smells perfect.  

"Yes, a reward.   You certainly deserve a reward!" Harrison agreed enthusiastically, looking at Danielle.  "What do you want?  Money?  I could give you some advance tech, we have some phones and tablets that haven’t even hit the market yet."

A reward had been the last thing on Danielle’s mind when she brought the lost cat home. It was a good deed, as far as she was concerned, and all part of her duty to help those in need. But Harrison was so eager (and adorable), it seemed rude to turn him down flat.

She still didn’t feel comfortable accepting money, though. And thanks to Matt’s connection with the female Megamind, they already had access to advanced tech and gadgets. Danielle was still mulling it over, when Nate came toddling over, wide-eyed and eager to investigate. 

And then she knew. Quickly, she scooped her son up before he reached the open window. “Actually, there’s something else you guys could help me with. Matt and I have been trying to find a bigger apartment for months now. This guy,” she bounced Nate, smiling, “needs his own room, and we want to be closer to downtown. I’m not asking you to pay for it, but if you could help us find a place … ?” 

[Smiling, he gladly scritches Harrison’s chin for a moment before petting down the cat’s back. Harrison is so soft and pretty. Better looking that the poodle, it his opinion.]

[He mulls it over, trying to remember where he’s seen apartment rental signs in that area. Metro Man is sure that he’s seen them, but it all blurs together when you see the same thing everyday.] Well, if you can give us a general neighborhood and a price range you can comfortably afford I’m sure between the two of us we can pull some strings and get you into a place.

Cold Feet?

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justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

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justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

[To say that that doesn’t bother him would be a lie, a massive lie. He’s the hero, the city’s defender and they would still question his financial motives? That rubs him the wrong way and makes him vaguely wonder how replaceable some of those people are.] I get that they are thinking of things from a pure business angle, but that is completely tactless. It also proves that they don’t understand either of us very well. But continue.

"That’s just the thing," Harrison sighs sadly.  "In my line of work, god, it seems like every businessman I know has at least one bitter divorce under his belt.  You can’t imagine how many business meetings I’ve been to where the talk turns to comparing bitches of ex-wives bleeding them dry."  He exhales slowly.  

"And of all the things I learned from my parents, marriage tips were the furthest thing from my two-year-old mind.  The warden raised me on his own — unless you count the help of 200+ convicts — so I don’t exactly have much experience with marriage.  You have these powerful instincts to guide you and I don’t know…. how to do this.  How to be someone’s husband," he clarified.  "Much less how to be a good one.”

[It seems rude to point out that part of that could be that it’s because the people are human, but it’s more likely that it’s just how they were raised. When it comes down to it, though their relationship might have advantages because they aren’t human, though. So, while human marriages can last, they have an edge to help them accomplish the same things with somewhat less effort.] So far as I can tell, both from what I’ve observed and from hearsay, is that relationships, especially long-lasting marriages, are built on communication. I might have my instincts, but you’ve got the mental bond that makes communication so much easier. It helps us know where we stand with one another and forces us to be more honest with eachother and ourselves.

"But I’m honestly terrified!" Harrison blurts out. Now he’s back to avoiding his mate’s gaze, though he’s still playing idly with Wayne’s hand.  "I mean, not all the time.  Mostly I’m excited and I think about standing up in front of all our friends and looking in your eyes and I want it so bad….. but then I have these moments where I’m just terrified."    

Now he has to blink because the tears are welling up again.  This is where he’s going to break his mate’s heart.  ”And you don’t seem to feel scared or nervous all.  It’s just me.   You act like it’s no big deal…..  So maybe that’s a sign that I’m not supposed to do this.  If it was right then I wouldn’t be so scared.”  His last words come out like a quiet whisper.  He feels weak and confused and so tired.  

[Wayne hasn’t been doing anything as Harrison has been tracing designs on his palm and toying with his hand, largely because he doesn’t want to put his partner on the defensive again. Instead, he just tries to remain as a calm presence. At that last part, however, he turns the other man’s face up again to meet his eyes; it’s tempting to just pull Harrison into his arms and hold his fiance close, but he doesn’t dare.] You forget, I had my fear at the beginning and somewhere in the middle of things. By this point, I’ve settled into being your mate. For you, a wedding is another step you need to take, for me, the wedding is only important because it’s important to you.You feel you have something to prove with this, so nervousness is understandable.[He allows the tiniest amount of his love to flow through their link, still trying to not push things, but also trying to get his point across.] I’m not afraid because I’ve already got everything I need right here.

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roleplayerscoffeeshop:

Roleplaying may be an escape, but it’s still life. Sometimes things will be awesome: sharing ideas, making friends and creating beautiful stories together. And sometimes you’ll just sit there staring at the screen and wonder if it’s even worth being here in the first place. Cherish those good times and good friends. They’re what make the bad days worth it.

roleplayerscoffeeshop:

Roleplaying may be an escape, but it’s still life. Sometimes things will be awesome: sharing ideas, making friends and creating beautiful stories together. And sometimes you’ll just sit there staring at the screen and wonder if it’s even worth being here in the first place. Cherish those good times and good friends. They’re what make the bad days worth it.

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Guardians of the Galaxy director James Gunn and Hurley FX's Groot ( source : http://ow.ly/AU8E0 )

cosplayinamerica:

Guardians of the Galaxy director James Gunn and Hurley FX's Groot ( source : http://ow.ly/AU8E0 )