Daniel Sharman and Michael Trucco on set of “Drome”
Monthly Archives: May 2014
DUM-E tries to make friends with the new robot arm, doesn’t realize there’s a person attached to it
You accidentally a fucking brilliant fanfic.
Again.
A ten-minute NPR recap of upcoming summer movies includes several indie films …
and not one mention of Guardians of the Galaxy.
Fuck you, NPR.
Summer just stands there, in the rowan gap, arms wrapped around Helios, looking slightly bemused. She waits patiently for the laughter to subside again, at least to the point where she can be heard. Then, “I can call a cab,” she says mildly.
It’s almost certainly one of those injokes that would lose greatly in the retelling. But that’s fine; she just wants to get Helios back home where he can run off and sulk properly at the way he’s been mistreated (his concept, not hers). She buries her nose in his fur and watches the two boys over his ears, patiently waiting.
Eventually, the boys get themselves under control. Stiles straightens up, managing to hold himself on his own two feet again, and uses one hand to wipe tears from his eyes while the other stays wrapped around his middle, like maybe he needs the support.
“Are you sure?” He manages to speak a few moments later, expression suspended between concern and residual amusement. “It’s not a big deal, I could drive you guys, I mean I’m right here and I don’t charge fare.”
If Stiles had bothered to actually examine the expression on her face, she wouldn’t’ve needed to ask the question; it’s clear she’s teasing lightly, reminding him she’s here and trying to be unobtrusive about it. So she simply says, “I only didn’t want to interrupt your time with Scott. Whenever you’re ready.” The motion might be a little bit pointed when she sits down in one of the chairs and bends her head over Helios’.
“Nothing,” she replied miserably. “But I can’t just … lock myself up. And I don’t know any of my neighbors.” Carefully, she made her way to her feet, brushing needlessly at her clothes. “I’ll just — have to be more careful.”
“Well, do what you think is right,” Isaac said, nodding. It was a particular situation that she found herself in, and an idea popped into his head. “If you want, I can introduce you to a friend. He’s a druid, maybe he’s got a way to keep that guy away?” he proposed, shrugging lightly.
Summer’s head snapped around, as she stared at Isaac. “A druid,” she repeated. Something in her tone implied, not quite disbelief, but more surprise. “Take me to him. Please. As soon as possible.”
“Mine,” Summer murmured. Now that he lay beneath her, she could lean down and kiss his chest less awkwardly. She bit and licked at one nipple, curious about his reactions, and drew open-mouthed kisses across his muscles. Fingertips scraped down his sternum, and she smiled slightly at the fact that he had barely any body hair.
Laying sprawled out beneath her, Isaac’s eyes glazed over and his breath hitched, body contorting to push up into her lips as they peppered kisses across his face. Crying out in delight then as her lips grazed a nipple, his eyes widened comically and he blushed scarlet, hands reaching out to tangle fingers in her hair. “Oh!” he declared breathlessly and pushed up against her.
She planted her hands against his shoulders, pinning him down, before continuing down along his chest. After a moment she slid her nails down along his skin, and watched his skin flush in the marks, before surging back up his body to kiss him hard again. For all that she found his reactions to her caresses fascinating, it was his mouth she couldn’t get enough of.
Ed Brubaker, ace writer of both superhero and crime stories, spittin’ some truth. Take notes, WB. Get cracking on those Wonder Woman and Flash movies.
It does help if people trust the franchiser, though — by this time, we all trust Marvel to give us top entertainment and the thrill ride of our lives, with much melancholy and much hilarity, so pretty much anything they do will get the audience excited.