Mr. Fantastic: How? Elementary. As son as your agent related his unlikely account…which wasn’t in keeping with my understanding of the Elan nature…I became suspicious, and checked the report on the alien arrival. Your pilot didn’t make the necessary adjustments to appear to be entering from a Beta Scorpi trajectory.
Skrull Queen: The fool! The benighted fool!! To upset our plan with so trivial a detail! So you just played along with him until the opportunity presented itself to turn the tables? I am surrounded by incompetents!!!
Fantastic Four #19 (1985)
That is one sexy Skrull Queen.
She-Hulk: WOW! What a planet! George Lucas, eat your heart out!
Invisible Woman: Greetings, People of the Elan! The People of Earth salute you!
Fantastic Four Annual #19 (1985)
Malice: Of course not, for I do not wish you to…and yet…still you struggle to contend against me. I do not know whether to be impressed or appalled, She-Hulk. Such a herculean effort against impossible odds represents great courage…or great insanity.
Fantastic Four #280
She-Hulk: …hold…it…don’t…count your corpses…until they’ve stopped kicking, Needle-Head. If I let a…little think like this…slow me down, they’d take away…my good-guy union card.
Fantastic Four #280 (1985)
Fic Rec: Unexpected Gossip by Joram →
totallyworksforthesmithsonian:
This is how you write a first kiss:
“Jesse,” Steve growled, a hand coming up to cover his friend’s mouth, cutting off the nervous torrent of words. “Will you just shut up and let me kiss you?”
That shut the younger man up far more effectively than Steve’s hand – much though he appreciated the feeling of it caressing his face. He smiled beneath the fingers, trying to still his nerves, and nodded. How different could kissing a man be, for Gods sake?
“Have you ever….?” Steve asked softly, understanding all to well the mix of emotions he could see in Jesse’s face. The desire, the love – plenty of both but mixed with uncertainty and the plain terror of starting a new relationship, especially one so unfamiliar as this.
“No,” Jesse said in a small voice. “But I want to. I really want to!”
“Me, too,” Steve murmured and bent down for the kiss, feeling Jesse’s hands clutching at his shoulders as the shorter man reached up.
As kisses went it was nothing special, they’d both had better before. The earth didn’t glow, nor did it disappear in a sparkling haze – they were both too unsure, too tentative for that – but for all that it meant more to both of them than probably any other kiss had before, except maybe their very first. It was sweet and caring and spoke more of love than desire but that didn’t particularly bother either of them: they both knew the desire was there.
They pulled apart minutely, still touching down the length of their bodies, each measuring just how much their lives had changed in that brief moment, and then by unspoken mutual consent they leaned back in to kiss again. This time the hesitancy was missing and mouths and hands roved with greater abandon, exciting tingles of desire in their wake that grew into infernos.
“Wow!” Steve breathed as the kiss finally ended, hands clutching onto Jesse’s back as though to keep himself upright as he enfolded the smaller man in his arms, unwilling to let go.
Jesse’s grin echoed the amusement, and the feeling. “Yep.” He leaned away from Steve slightly, breaking the tight hold a little but only far enough so that he could look at the other man, hand following eyes as they skimmed down the well-muscled body. “I’m really glad Mark was right about this.”
Steve retained just about enough mind to raise an eyebrow interrogatively. At this moment, with Jesse’s hands wandering down his body he didn’t think he could manage words to well.
Why not? We need her testimony, not her testicles.
