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Lee Hurley of HurleyFX is putting together an absolutely stunning Groot cosplay and hopes to have it finished by DragonCon.
In the height comparison photo, he is shown standing next to his wife, who is 5’9”.
His wife, Lauren, will be cosplaying as Gamora:
ho-ly shit
JESUS
He worked hard, quickly, and diligently to get everything under order. While Caleb was the best hunter, John was the best farmer and provided all the crops needed for the village. He seriously needed to get working, though sometimes he wished he had enough standing in the village to get help, but being a farmer wasn’t as prominent as being a hunter. He was considered soft and not manly enough which is why Rose was given to him. Her father was even softer than him, having no job at all, and so that was all he was worth.
He was tired and sweaty by the time he was done and he remembered the look that Adrianna had shot him when she had walked passed. He had wanted to follow her, but he figured she wanted to be alone. Still, enough time had passed that he thought maybe he should go up if only to check that she was okay. He had to start hardening himself to her because in just one month, he wouldn’t be allowed to even look at her.
He threw his tools into the shed with a mighty clang, scaring some crows that were sitting on top. “Bloody birds,” he muttered to himself. He went back into his house to pump some water and cool himself off before he went back outside. The sun was going to be setting soon so he grabbed a torch to light just in case the woods became too dark to navigate.
It was easy to get up that cliff and see her sitting where they normally did. He didn’t walk closer a) because he didn’t want to startle her, and b) if he was going to harden himself then he couldn’t be walking up to her with a huge grin. “Enjoying the view?” he asked, his voice polite and his eyes turned to his feet to get used to not acknowledging that he saw her.
She turned around at the sound of his voice. When he had climbed up and said something, asked the question to start a conversation, Adrianna had smiled wider than she ever did with Caleb. Caleb couldn't make her smile like this, feel this way. Flutters and shakes, a loss of tongue when she needed words to speak, chills from merely being in his presence. No, it was all John that made that happen.
Overlooking the world from the cliff's edge, she felt that the world went on forever. It looked that way. A horizon in the distance that she didn't think could ever be reached, sun and moon and stars being the only ones blessed enough to see what was beyond that horizon. For forever, Adrianna had wanted to know about what the beyond carried. And now with her upcoming bonding ceremony, the sinking feeling that she wouldn't ever know would not leave.
Her smile was soft, yet large and filled with too much happiness (however brief) that she couldn't hide it. She wouldn't want to. Her reply came easily enough. It had been prompted as soon as he had greeted her verbally. "I am now."
[Text] Adi, sweetheart, I know you're working, but I just bought this amazing oil that can be both bubble bath and massage oil if you want to try it out. //Random I know, sorry, just popped into my head... :P//
Adrianna just barely heard the phone buzz, and just vaguely was aware of herself reading the text. She had to re-read it three different times to completely understand this message.
They hadn’t stopped anywhere. Or had they? It wouldn’t be the first time she had been oblivious to it. Her work took up all her focus when she was working, was it all that bad?
[Text] And how long ago does ‘just bought’ qualify?
Her fingers kind of moved all on their own. because her mind was still trying to reroute wires and not type a message.
[Text] Cause I’m not leaving for a year old bottle.
He went a soft pink at her light teasing, but oh did he love when she did that. He might be stupid, but at least she thought he was funny as well. Part of the reason she stays with me, I suppose, he thought. Besides the fact as it was perfectly obvious that she loved him. Yes indeed, he knew she did. Sometimes he wondered why, but he knew she did and she wasn’t going anywhere.
He chuckled along with her, his lips softly moving across her shoulder and he practically purred when she touched him. He stopped, his eyes fluttering shut, and his lips turned into a goofy grin against her skin at the feeling of her soft fingers. He loved her touches. So. Much. He let out a soft sigh at her words and his smile went nowhere. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s with me, eh?” He tried to make it light, but it was his stupid self consciousness shining through, the part that still told him that he wasn’t good enough for her, but that didn’t mean he he’d trade her or their babies in for the universe. (And yes, they’re still the babies even though their youngest is four and their oldest nine.) “It’s hard to believe indeed, but these have been the most magical years of my life. All nine hundred of them, and these are the ones that I’ve cherished the most. You, Charlie, James, Evie…” He kissed her shoulder again. “I love you all so much.”
"Only along with the thinking that I found you in the first place." Her neck arched into his touch, back towards him, raising her shoulder with her to lean towards his lips. So soft, so sweet, filling her up with hints of how much he loved her. The fact that still made her head reel. "That somehow the beaming worked a second time, and the universe was generous enough to make sure we found our way back to each other..." All so astounding, miraculous absolutely.
Her smile grew soft as she continued, "Hard to believe that this is all reality some days, that you're really behind me." She reached for his hand again, lacing their fingers together. "But its true, and its beautiful enough to still make my steps falter." How could she describe it? There really were no perfect descriptions that were good enough. Not remotely so. With a soft sigh she nodded against his chest, "And that is exactly how I feel."
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The text came at the most inconvenient of times. Well, in theory. He was just about to go to sleep when the text came in. The woman was just down the hall, but apparently it was more fun to text him things that would keep him awake all night. But he still smirked at it because she was so sexy when she did that. Shifting himself, he licked his lips.
[Text] If you were in this room right now, tell me how you’d touch me.
//This is before she leaves.
He couldn’t stop smiling as he read over the messages. He was just so enjoying these messages and he was glad she sent them because even though they were in separate rooms, he still liked knowing that she was near him.
[Text] Of course you can touch me back. I live for your touches. Those soft hands of yours, wandering and learning even though I’m sure you know most if not all of my body pretty well now. I love feeling you move against me, that swaying. And I love even more when I kiss your neck and you turn to a puddle in my hands. You’re always so soft and I love touching you.
He chewed on his lip and turned over onto his stomach, chewing on his lip and that smile still hadn’t left.
Adrianna knew that there was absolutely no way that she'd be going to sleep anytime soon. her head was abuzz with these messages, and all the things that she wanted to keep telling him. No, he would have to be the one to finish this if he wanted to go to sleep now, because she wouldn't cut it close and end before she was ready.
[Text] It's always amazed me that you know where to touch me. I don't know how or why, other than it feels just too damn good, but you make me go weak every time. You know where to touch, where to play.. I'm yours with one little brush.
[Text] Can I let my hands play? I really want to let them... let them run down your stomach in slow motions, down till I've reached your pants so I can pull them off and get them out of my way.
Juliet sensed a sort of tension in the air around him. It was as if he was nervous about something or someone or somewhere. She could always feel that tension. She felt it every time she sat down in a chair in front of a lovely couple, knowing by the end of the ten minute “interview” they’d say “You’re a lovely girl, Juliet. But … you’re just not for our family. You’ll find yours though. We promise”. That always hurt her, despite her slowly building her brick wall. No, not even brick. Diamonds. She wanted the hardest thing to get to. But diamonds scratched other diamonds, and their words were diamonds and emeralds and gold. Meaning well, important to some others, but useless to her. That same tension when she saw a friend go to their room, large smiles on their faces, and when she goes up an hour later, all things are gone, and that goodbye and hug they had, and she thought it to be them going out, was a final one.
She smiled as he said he could build it. “Thanks!” she said and sighed. She’d help of course. She loved to help this man. She always debated whether she should tell him she loved him as a father, a best friend, but decided it’d ruin a lot. Mrs. Cooper loved that she was helping others and getting to know John and everything, but Juliet knew John would never adopt her, and Mrs. Cooper must know that too. She sat down, leaning against the wall and just watched him.
His words hurt her a little. No one deserved that. No one. She got up and stood next to him. Listening about this woman, this person that meant so much to John and it was so obvious that it struck Juliet in the forehead screaming “WHY DID YOU ASK!?” She looked down at his hands and bit her lip, placing her small one over his and looking up. “i’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. She jumped at the knock.
She watched him get up, and looked at the sonic. She always wondered about that little thing. She picked it up and turned it over in her fingers, waiting to hear who was at the door. John’s silence scared her and she looked up. She froze for a few seconds, then walked next to John.
In the doorway was the most beautiful woman the young girl had seen. Juliet had seen gorgeous models, yes, but this woman radiated a beauty that was natural, and light, and screamed that this woman was beautiful and deserved only the best. She opened her mouth to say something but her brain slipped and she whispered. “You’re beautiful.” She covered her mouth with her hands and looked up at John, her eyes asking him ‘Is this that girl?’
She didn't know what she had hoped for, only what she wished. What had she wished? That he'd open the door, open his arms, bring her back into his life and it would be as if she had never left? Bull, that wasn't happening. But he did open the door. He, the man she had come back for.
His voice cut straight through her heart and she hid a sob. Her hand jumped to her mouth at the sound of her name, watching him silently as he responded with what looked like utter shock. Shock? Was that a good thing or something very much the opposite? She didn't know. But even so, she didn't want to remove her eyes from him just yet. He was the one she wanted to see, he was the one she was keeping her eyes on and not planning on removing them any time soon.
Her mouth opened behind her hand, trying to speak and holding a sob of sadness and joy and disbelief back. Him. John. Really truly him, and not another one of her programmed memories. The way he'd opened the door, standing tall, so high above her that time after time she had to reach up to him, for anything really, and she loved it so very much. Their height had always been perfect, in her eyes. That voice was still the same, that voice.
The way he said her name.
It was overflowing with shock and massive disbelief, but the tenderness was still evident. Oh. She'd missed him so much and now.. now she didn't have to miss him any more ,yet the nights of loneliness came back in a torrent. Every day that she had longed to feel his arms around her, the touch of his skin brushing against her hands, to see that incredibly dorky yet adorable grin that sat on his face when he talked about anything really, and then he'd turn that smile to her and she'd melt and be unable to hold herself back from leaning in and oh.
She'd missed it all so much. It had been eating away at her with each passing moment, encouraging her to keep going and moving on to try and find him that much sooner. Because if she had been unable to find him again.. she didn't know how she would have been able to cope.
Adrianna opened her mouth to reply when a third party joined their little reunion. This time is was the ensign's turn to look shock. It was a young girl, she couldn't have been more than fifteen, standing beside John.
She had bright eyes, and from the first glance, Adrianna's impression was that she also had an inquisitive nature, kind eyes, a soft glow of innocence, and the passion for adventure. Which was so very much like John.
The compliment given to her almost went unheard, but after a few moments, she started to smile, a little bit of blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Thank you..." Adrianna spoke softly; she was still unused to hearing compliments like that, a life of not receiving any kind left that kind of mark.
The cold started to creep into her limbs as she turned back to the man that held her heart. "I-..." Quickly her eyes darted back and forth from the girl to John. She was scared, so much so that it was consuming, and she knew she wasn't going to get rid of this feeling so easily. How was there a young teenager in their-- his garage? She was so much like John, and that scared Adrianna more than anything.
He had moved on. She had been foolish enough to let him go, and she was foolish enough to believe that he would ever hold himself back from someone else because of what they had once had. She had wasted her time coming back, because...he had moved on? Had he? Did he? The woman was so sure of it. God did that hurt. Adrianna swallowed, the tears at first seeing him multiplying at seeing the girl, and now they were beginning to spill over her eyes and onto her cheeks. "How-..." Such a fool. An idiot, a hopeless fool... Why did you come back in the first place? Such a fool. Her voice dropped several octaves till it was nothing but a hesitant whisper. "Who...who is she?"
“ Jealousy.”
“In a way, it is a form of desire, is it not?”
"You could go as far as to say its just as powerful as another emotion, one that goes by the name of lust. Lust and jealousy could be considered very nearly the same thing, or at least similar in several ways."
He is kind of one of my favorite Disney villains.
He’s so sassy! I love it!
He’s one of the reasons why I point out this movie is hilarious.
YES, I KNOW IT’S NOT THE ORIGINAL FRICKIN’ MYTH. But it can still be good/funny for what it is.
“Mr. Zeus. Mr. High-and-Mighty. Mr. Hey-You-Get-Off-of-My-Cloud.”
Fun Fact: They rewrote most of the dialogue for the part after James Woods auditioned. Many of the oneliners were improvised. The top gif was his greeting to the writers when they were first introduced.
This is true! Everyone they were auditioning for the part were acting all large and scary and “I AM HADES, LORD OF THE UNDERWOOORRRLLLLD” and James Woods was like “fuck it” and walked into the room like “Name is Hades. Lord of the dead. Hi, how ya doin’?”
AND THEY LOVED IT.
James Woods has told Disney he will always reprise this role whenever it arises. He loves the character that much. It’s him in Kingdom Hearts. It’s him in House of Mouse. And he will never give up this role.
Disney!Hades and Nintendo!Hades rlly need to meet up
“Ease off on the similes, Mister Scott, or you will exhaust your arsenal before you depart.”
… Have this one muse, that their muse just crumbles for? Like, they say ‘hi’ and your muse just goes ‘in the kitchen or on the bed?’
Put ❣ in my inbox and I’ll generate a number to see what you get.
Well…that was unexpected. One moment he was simply working on making tea in the kitchen, the next thing he knew he was sitting in one of the chairs, his wife laughing next to him, as his hands were tied behind him, his legs each bound to the chair legs, and his eyes covered in a blindfold. “Adi?” he wondered, his heart pounding trying to figure out what she was up to.
His breathing picked up and the fact that he couldn’t see anything and he couldn’t touch her was making the sense of feeling her go into overdrive. Her touches, her scent…it all surrounded him like a powerful wave ready to rip him under the tide and never let him go. Who is he kidding, though? He was ripped under the moment he found her in that garage, the moment they said hello. She was his downfall, his tidalwave. He was drowning in her from the start and he was in no hurry to breach the surface.
His body trembled, his skin dotting with goosebumps the further she touched him, the more she spoke. Oh he knew fully well how much of a tease she was. And yes he knew she told him he was a tease as well, but he didn’t understand how. He had merely been working on the console and took a break. He was a bit sweaty and he needed a shower, yet she was treating him like he was wearing nothing and prancing around that way. (Which he’s only done a couple times, thank you very much.) “I-I know how you’re a tease,” he confirmed with a small squeak in his voice. “No, Madam, I’m sorry I teased…”
Her hands ran down his arms, and then slowly crept back up. When they came back up, her fingers slipped underneath his shirt sleeves, making patterns on his skin. Oh so very badly the woman wanted to pull at his clothes, rip them off till there was nothing left but beautiful skin that was all hers to touch. "I believe you pet, you can relax." She kissed his cheek again, and the whole time she spoke, she moved, she thought, she didn't stop the touches of her hands.
She needed to touch him, and nothing would make her stop. "The only reason why I didn't come to the console room was because I didn't want to take you there again, we did that before. Remember? When I had to teach you another lesson? Tie you down and reprimand you for disobeying?" She had loved that session so much. And thinking about it now, she reminded herself that that was the moment, when the two were joined in body and soul, in which she knew that she had learned, and accepted the fact, that she had fallen in love with this man. Another unchanging factor.
Pretty Please
32. Your muse hears my muse crying softly in their sleep.
She hated the nightmares. She really hated them. It was time, wasn’t it? Time for them to go away and leave her alone. It had been almost 12 years…and still she faced her father in her dreams. Adrianna had surprisingly not woken herself with screams this time. Instead, she was curled up on her side of the bed, hugging her pillow between her arms and legs, burying her head into it so that her husband wouldn’t hear her cries, wouldn’t know about her tear-soaked pillow, wouldn’t wake up and maybe she would be able to get back to sleep.
He let his eyes close, his head leaning down so his chin sat on hers. He kept rocking, humming softly an old Gallifreyan lullaby to try and soothe her more. He didn’t know what else he could do besides hold her and make sure she knew he was there for her. He always would be and he’d always do everything he could to make sure she knew she was safe. He would never give up on her. “I love you, Adrianna.”
She sighed, doing her absolute best to let the nightmares of this night go. Would they never get past this stage? She didn’t know. But she hoped they would. Her hiccups came a few moments more, but as the sobs ceased, they did too. That was nice, no more jerks and shakes of her body at random. Her hands were caught up in the fabric of his shirt and she pulled herself closer, wrapped in the cloth and his arms, breathing softer than she had all night. “I love you too John.”
Machine Gun - Sara Bareilles
His eyelids fluttered and he tried his very best not to whimper, not to give his playful little wife anymore ammunition against him then she already had. Which, she actually had a lot, and she knew it, too. If her words were any indication besides her actions. He squirmed some and didn’t dare reach for his crotch even though he desperately wanted to just move “things” around so it wasn’t quite so uncomfortable.
"Nope, I’m comfortable," he said, though as she had said his voice squeaked and he cleared his throat desperately to try and take away the edge. Little vixen knew exactly what she was doing. Ugh she knew him so well. He cleared his throat again and made it go lower, lower than his normal range and he sounded like a moron, but he was determined not to let her win so quickly. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." However it did crack and he winced slightly at that.
Adrianna put her book to the side before leaning forward. Each of her movements she tried to make appear as graceful as she could make them, even though she doubted that she did a very good job. Still, one could hope. His squeakiness and cracking of voice only helped to boost her confidence, and somehow Adrianna thought that she had him. Hook line and sinker.
With her hands clasped in her hands, her damp bangs pressed to her forehead, she sat comfortably with her legs spread open and his shirt billowing against the air and her skin. All of his clothes were too big for her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop wearing them. After tonight, with reactions like this, well then. It strengthened her resolve to wear them more often. "John David Smith. You never were a good liar." She smirked, raising an eyebrow as she refused to take her eyes off of him.
