#roman.

[chromehearted]

[elifalvey]

ON THIS DAY 10 YEARS AGO:

TWITTER — AMETHYSTBAND JUST TWEETED NEW PHOTOS.

( @rcmandaniels )

[leearen]

de kirino y roman heh

KIRINO

No le conozco / Quiero conocerle / Me agrada / Me desagrada / Siento indiferencia por elle / Le tengo aprecio / Le detesto / Me atrae físicamente / Siento una conexión especial entre ambos / Nunca nos entenderemos / Quiero comprender su manera de pensar / Creo que esconde secretos / Le haría daño / Le traicionaría / Quiero abrazarle / Quiero besarle / Tendría una aventura de una noche con elle / Tendría algo romántico con elle / Me arriesgaría por elle / Le protegería / Le refugiaría del amanecer / Pienso que haríamos un buen equipo cazando / Compartiría un baile de salón con elle / Entrenaría a su lado / Rompería la mascarada por elle / Le vendería a mis enemigos / Visitaría otra ciudad con elle / Le veo como un aliade / Su opinión es importante para mí / Es une de mis mejores amigues / Es mi enemigue / Le veo como la familia que perdí.

ROMAN

No le conozco / Quiero conocerle / Me agrada / Me desagrada / Siento indiferencia por elle / Le tengo aprecio / Le detesto / Me atrae físicamente / Siento una conexión especial entre ambos / Nunca nos entenderemos / Quiero comprender su manera de pensar / Creo que esconde secretos / Le haría daño / Le traicionaría / Quiero abrazarle / Quiero besarle / Tendría una aventura de una noche con elle / Tendría algo romántico con elle / Me arriesgaría por elle / Le protegería / Le refugiaría del amanecer / Pienso que haríamos un buen equipo cazando / Compartiría un baile de salón con elle / Entrenaría a su lado / Rompería la mascarada por elle / Le vendería a mis enemigos / Visitaría otra ciudad con elle / Le veo como un aliade / Su opinión es importante para mí / Es une de mis mejores amigues / Es mi enemigue / Le veo como la familia que perdí.

[thundcr-storm]

Hi beauty. Coin for a kiss wherever you wanna kiss me? 😏😇😘

💖 Roman

"if it isn't roman," storm chuckles, glancing up from the sofa that he was lying across. "i was tempted to give you one of mine, you know," he starts, "a coin for you to not pester me so much." there's a cheeky smirk upon his face, he's clearly teasing; their relationship they'd built stemmed from roman being an energetic bundle of fun whilst storm was very much not. "c'mere," he says, as he beckons roman over, the tops of his fingers patting against his thigh. "now, where am i gonna kiss you, hm? i wonder."

[y0nain]

con luna paseando entre sus pies, enrocando su cola en sus piernas en el camino, es que nain abre la puerta corrediza de su habitación. es un movimiento automático cuando el sueño pesa en sus ojos y es obvio en su semblante. un "¿qué sucede?" sale de sus labios antes de intentar reconocer la figura frente a ella, pero sabe es un vástago. "¿han llegado otras especies a atacarnos y tenemos que salir de aquí?" porque de otra forma, en su cansancio, le cuesta concebir por qué llamarían a su habitación. ( @romaahn )

[belyakovs]

📍 afuera del BAÑO

"¿Limpiando evidencias?" acusa sin fundamento alguno, solo por sonsacar una reacción cualquiera que le sirva de entretención. Si el príncipe les forzaría estar ahí hasta quién sabe cuando, y sin vitae, ni nada para matar el tiempo, había que recurrir a lo que todavía no podían quitarles. "Qué malportado," suelta, como si fuera un cumplido. "¿De quién aprendiste?"

@romaahn

[tahitiwoke]

CHARACTER FOCUS  →  ROMAN. / feat. @illwriteatragedy

trained from a young age by phil, roman became an adopted son to him over the years; roman is by far one of phil's major motivating factors, something maria capitalised on in order to get phil to agree to take the director's job. phil has tampered with evidence, altered covert government files, essentially hidden roman from the governments over view in the hopes that it would offer him a clean slate if he chose to leave shield. as someone who grew up with a father who did not want him there, when roman came into his life, he had no clue what to do or how to interact with him. he treated him much more like an adult than he should have, but as the years went on, phil grew into being the father he should have been from the beginning. there is no one more important to him and nothing he would not do for his son -- even if roman doesn't want him to in the first place.

[leefi]

ROMAN

[rosegolding]

Anonymous asked:

" Rather unusually good weather for the season, innit? " Don't mind him as he stands there posed up, leaning on his cane. He is docile today. - @rcmantorchwick

― ☼ " I suppose seeing the sun out in the winter season would be a call for celebration. " Which is why he choose to be out today to take in the rays while Galar had it. Usually it took some coaxing for him to come out of Rose Tower during midday right at the busy peak.

Suppose Roman had that oppurtunity now that he was outside and free of company .. especially Oleana. But he seemed in some fair spirits at least Rose noticed.

" I think it's a sign. Don't you? "

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

dear fucking lord.

[is-it-the-ides-of-march]

🥳🔪🕺🔥💃✨️🤗🎉🤩🎊❤️‍🔥🤪🗡😈🎉🤺

[leearen]

¿Te vas a quedar ahí parado toda la noche sin hacer nada? @romaahn

Lo mira de mala manera, sin decir nada unos minutos, pensando qué clase de broma estaba viviendo que hasta dentro de un lugar así tenía que toparse con el Ventrue. "¿Cómo terminaste aquí? pensé que ya habías sido comida de los anarquistas más salvajes." Comenta, pasándose la mano inconscienemente por un par de heridas que le han quedado, al resistirse del aprisionamiento. "Pero lastimosamente tengo que verte la cara otra vez."

[oflights]

the main problem with this time of year is the irresistible urge to get fully into bed at like 5:34 pm and outside is like yesss, yesss do it, it's what you deserve yesss. like is it depression or is it just november

[julius-caeser]

Boys night on the 15th of March, in the senate! so excited so hang out with the boys, heard theres cake, hope someone brought a knife.

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

I mean, I don't want to sound stupid, but I always assumed that the Ancient Romans were mammals

[tahitiwoke]

five times kissed bc i didnt send it to you but i suppose its my time to be hurt

ONE | HE WAS A GIANT.

" it's all the in the back swing, slugger, " phil says with a laugh, readjusting roman's grip on the sammy sosa wooden bat - it's pint size, one he had to get at a walmart because the ones he had at home were practically the size of roman himself. the boy pulls his arms back and tries for a practice swing, one-two-three times, and with a fresh determination, adjusts the yankees cap phil had pushed onto his head before they got to the cages.

like this? " yeah, just like that. come on, now, chin up. focus and don't dare look away, 'cause that's what gets you -- taking your eye off the ball. " from the other side of the batting cage, carol whoops and shouts go roman! and shoots phil a wink. he's a good kid they tell each other at night when he's gone to bed. he's a good kid with a good head on his shoulders and he's got a hell of a life stretching out in front of him.

there's a long break before the next ball flies out the ejector and a longer pause between the shunk of the piston, and the crack of roman's bat finding leather. naturally, phil goes wild. " that's what i'm talking about! " they applaud obnoxiously and phil kisses the top of his head, ruffling his hair.

TWO | WICHITA LINEMAN.

things go wrong. it is the nature of the beast, it is what happens to people like them in this job and maria tells him this was always going to be the risk, that if anything were to go wrong, it may as well be now when nobody is in too deep. are you in too deep? i heard he's living with you. but phil knows now what he didn't before: he can't live without roman.

when maria mentions transferring roman into someone else's caseload, he grabs her wrist, keeps his voice low so as not to wake the sleeping boy in the hospital bed that looks so obscenely large next to his tiny frame. if you take him away from me, i'll burn your fucking house to the ground. he's my boy. the pause had been volatile. had been hard to process, for both of them, but when he let go, she had nodded. okay, she had said with an oddly proud look on her face, okay. get some sleep, coulson, you look like shit.

he waits until she's gone before he turns back and kisses roman's forehead, careful not to jostle any of the wires attached to him; when he sinks back into the too-small, shitty uncomfortable plastic chair, he opens a book and starts to read.

THREE | EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME.

she's not coming back, is she? roman stands in the threshold of the bedroom doorway, looking into the dim light cast by the bedside light; phil is awake with a report scattered over the duvet - not a usual move, but the living room still has a lot of boxes from the move, both his things and roman's - so needs must. he looks over at roman, over his glasses. he's always been a precocious kid. he's always been a good kid -- thirteen years old and already half a man.

a sigh pushes out between them, phil rubbing at the frown cutting into his own forehead. " no, slugger. she's not. " there must be some sort of sadness, some heaviness that he has not managed to cover quick enough because roman pads into the room then, in his pyjamas that look a little smaller than they did last week. (they'll go shopping tomorrow. he'll get him new clothes, and they'll have ice cream and he'll say to the waiter my son was wondering if you had the chocolate milkshakes again?) it is careful the way he puts his hand on phil's shoulder, but in a strange moment, he's almost the caretaker -- roman leans over and presses a kiss to phil's forehead. it's okay, dad.

FOUR | COURAGE, MY BOY.

jess watches the young man on the edge of the wellwishers carefully; he's hung far enough back, stood beside a red-head she doesn't recognise, that it shouldn't really draw her attention as much as it does, but the utterly devastated look on his face catches her breath. it's a deep sorrow - the kind she feels herself, in some small way. her brother was not the most forthcoming person. never mentioned friends or girlfriends -- or boyfriends? no, it doesn't seem the grief of a lover. it looks... christ, it looks like the grief of a son.

(that makes her baulk, makes her immediately dismiss the idea. because phil would have told her, surely, and their mother if he had a son. he would have mentioned it.)

somebody presses a folded flag into her mother's hands and says we thank your brother for his dedication to his country -- fucking steve rogers shakes her hand when he says it. she does not know what phil did for a living but it seems overwhelmingly important with the sad, sorrow filled face of captain america staring over at the white stone marker. the boy she'd been watching - twenty-ish maybe, she thinks - steps up to that marker after the priest disappears kisses his fingertips, pressing them lightly against the front, just above the words chiselled into it.

PHILLIP J. COULSON. FRIEND, BROTHER, SON. THE RIGHTEOUS SHALL GO INTO ETERNAL LIFE.

FIVE | ONE SMALL VICTORY.

phil is running a little late -- he doesn't mean to be and he texts roman to say he's on his way as soon as he leaves the office, apologises for the delay and that dinner is his treat. that he cannot wait to meet the mystery girl. he's so eager, in fact, to get into the restaurant that he even tosses the keys to the valet with a cheerful don't scratch it, chief and takes the steps two at a time upstairs to where the hostess had told him they've been seated.

the girl is facing away from him and carol forces a smile when he walks in, but roman stands. roman stands and hugs him and phil kisses his temple, " hey, slugger, sorry i'm late, i had a nightmare at the office -- "

phil turns then, to greet the girl and say hello and has his mouth open to introduce himself but -- he knows the face. he knows the exact shade and shape of the girl in front of him and she looks equally thrown off, looks slightly nauseas when roman says josephine, this is my dad, phil.