I'm sparrow, a 20-something year old from the UK - Hi!
I'm mostly in the Glee fandom but I'm always keen to branch out!
OTP(s): LoVe, Kurtbastian
Other Ships: Klaine, Johnlock
Oh I'm also a massive computer geek so that sort of stuff might slip in here now and again, sorry about that!
Iron Man (2008): Deleted Scenes
Tony Comes Home
can you imagine though, jarvis all alone in tony’s malibu house? jarvis who of course doesn’t have any physical form at all, jarvis who at this point occupies just the house and tony’s phone—jarvis, who is dependent on tony for everything, who lives essentially in tony’s pocket, suddenly being completely alone for the first time in his silicon life.
and every ten minutes on the dot for days and days and days he accesses the latest news reports, re-calculating and re-calculating tony’s chances at survival, endlessly running the numbers. and nobody told him to do that. tony’s house was empty and dark and nobody told jarvis to keep an eye on the news but he did. jarvis could have just spun down his hard drives and gone into hibernate mode, but he didn’t.
no, he watched the news. he stood vigil. he waited and he hoped that his calculations were wrong. that one day he would be able to say welcome home, sir once more.
Emotional state: upset about robots.
Well yea, kids get upset when their parent isn’t around.
I HAVE SO MANY JARVIS FEELS RIGHT NOW
did you just get me upset over automated intelligence?
are you guys okay
Sometimes when I hear a British person on an American TV show I sit there for a minute going “What the hell is that accent?” before I remember it’s *my* accent and it really should not be that difficult to place!
Look at our baby! I can’t even …
There will be a day when I don’t obsessively reblog all things Flash. Today is not that day.
- … grinding up against the other
- … moaning the other’s name
- … stripping off
- … sexting
- … giving the other a strip tease
- … giving a lap dance
- … being drenched whilst wearing white
- … leaping into the other’s arms
- … confessing a fetish
- … pinning the other against a wall
- … trying to turn the other on
- … successfully turning the other on
- … turning the other off
- … tying up the other
- … spanking the other
- … having some “private time” and the other accidentally walking in
- … having a “friend” over and the other accidentally interrupting
- … flashing the other
- … having a wet dream and calling the other’s name during it
- … bending over seductively to pick something up for the other
- … leaving hickeys on the other’s neck
- … trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting
- … trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner
Easter sunday drabbles anyone?
Burt called the next morning. Kurt barely slept the night before, because after the novelty wore off the swelling settled in. His tongue felt like a foreign object in his mouth, and the ball of the barbell scraped lightly against the roof of his mouth every time his jaw clenched tight as he slept. Even if he hadn’t been given caution about what he could eat he wouldn’t feel much like doing it anyway. He couldn’t even use a straw. He settled in to make an extra-liquidy smoothie with some extra protein powder just as the phone rang.
"Ulloh?" Kurt said, shocked and appalled by the sound of his own voice around his monstrous tongue. "Dah?"
"What’s going on, are you sick?" Burt said. "Or are you talking to me while you’re brushing your teeth again, Kurt, I told you last time—"
"No, no, not bwushing," Kurt said, rolling his eyes, because there was something he hadn’t yet considered—brushing his teeth. "No, not thick."
"Then what it is, you get one of those tongue piercings?" Burt said, before laughing like he did when he found something he said himself especially funny. Kurt stayed silent. "Come on kid, you’re supposed to be laughing with me here."
"I haf to go," Kurt said, hanging up the phone. He wasn’t sure why—it wasn’t like his dad could do anything to him. Or would even care. Kurt hoped he wouldn’t care.
Kurt was attempting to slurp smoothie by spoonful minutes later when his phone began to buzz with text messages.
Blaine: Your dad called me.
Blaine: He asked me to tell him you hadn’t done something stupid like get a tongue piercing.
Blaine: I couldn’t tell him that because you HAD gotten a tongue piercing, so I asked if I could tell him something else instead.
Blaine: So he said, Well at least it’s removable. It’s not like he got a stupid misspelled tattoo or anything.
Blaine: I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO KURT I HATE LYING TO YOUR DAD
Blaine: I asked him about the game last night instead but there wasn’t a game last night Kurt
Blaine: I am the worst liar ever I am so sorry we will never be maniacal archvillains together
Kurt sighed, lowering his head to his hands. He was gonna have to call his dad back.
Right after he ate fifteen ice cubes.
#the greatest #i’ve got red in my ledger. i’d like to wipe it clean. #she manipulates people’s gendered expectations of her to extract information #she conducts interrogations by letting people think they’ve bested her #by letting men think they’ve bested her #because she’s small and fragile and female and she is emotional and easy to snap in half #and then she tears them apart #and it’s the greatest thing and you’re the greatest thing and i love you #get your own movie
My favorite part is how Phil’s not even slightly concerned. Not even a tiny bit tense. He’s just bopping there, waiting until she’s done. The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.
The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.
SOMEONE HELP ME I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING