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“I think that the power is the principle. The principle of moving forward, as though you have the confidence to move forward, eventually gives you confidence when you look back and see what you’ve done”
Monthly Archives: November 2012
okay so I lied I’m too tired for class so I’ll work on my longer drafts and if anybody cares to actually play with me I’m here for 5 or so hours.
well, I voted. exhausted now. still have class, and then tomorrow go in to office for new temp? project.
Curiosity kills
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“Oh, sure, you are, but that does take all the fun out of it.” Her smile nearly matched his. “Very detached curiosity, that. Like I’m a specimen. I don’t think I like that.” Summer’s green eyes held more than a hint of challenge now. “You’ve seen all my flashy tricks, Mr Stark. Anything else you’d like to see?”
A self-obsessed smirk tugged at the corner of the billionaire’s mouth. “What exactly are you implying?” He stared at her with an equally as challenging gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, anything you like. Ask me anything. I know you’re still curious.” Confidently, she stepped within arms’ reach. “Should I be challenging you to take a picture now, Mr Stark?”
A dark brow quirked in amusement, “So you went through all of this for a picture? Well why didn’t you just say so?” He chuckled. “I assume you’d like an autograph as well.~”
Summer arched her eyebrow right back. “Ah, now we’re back to the beginning. I can get all the pictures I want, really, off the internet, and what would I do with an autograph? No, I only thought since you keep watching me, you might want a picture of me. Of course, your camera might break taking it, but that’s your risk, I suppose.”
Intrigue was sparked once again as she mentioned the possible hazard to his camera. “Break? I wouldn’t say you were, that, unphotogenic.” He grinned his infamous assholian grin. “I kid, clearly you are a very attractive woman,” and he eyed her in appreciation to further emphasize his statement. “What do you mean ‘my camera might break’?” Tony tilted his head curiously.
“Mmm, I think I am.” Summer shook her head. “I don’t photograph well at all. You’re very kind to lie to me so, but I know what I look like.” The face she made at him was confused and vaguely suspicious. “Now why does that make your curiosity perk up?”
Sexual Drabble Prompts. Awww yeah~ (CRACKSHIPPING AHOY?)
Kiss Me Sexily: my character will kiss yours in a far more… Sexy manner. Perhaps along their body?
Love Me: my character will express their love of yours (romantic, platonic, or sexual)
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Dominate Me: my character will sexually dominate yours
Use Me: my character will use yours for their own sexual pleasure.
Bind Me: my character will tie yours up. Be it rope, silk, leather, chains our whatever strikes your fancy
Own Me: your character is now my character’s sex slave
Be my Slave: my character will be your character’s sex slave
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
still have three drafts left to work on
waiting for some replies that may never come
crashing now
“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?”
“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?
He blinked. “Running away? Now.. Why are you running away, mm?” Jack put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “What would a pretty girl like yourself be running away from?”
Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”
“Yourself?” He started to frown slightly, his own thoughts going about what she’d just said. “…You are right, Summer, Hell is yourself. But, you can’t let that control your actions.. you can ask for help.” He shrugged, not really knowing what else to say about the subject. His hand dropped from her shoulder and he sighed.
“I’m the help,” she told Jack. “People don’t help me, I help them. It’s the way it works. I accept that. I just — sometimes I have to get away. I have to run and hope I can run fast enough to escape myself.” Reaching out, Summer touched Jack’s arm. “Please don’t let my hurting make you hurt. I couldn’t bear that.”
Curiosity kills
philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
“Oh, sure, you are, but that does take all the fun out of it.” Her smile nearly matched his. “Very detached curiosity, that. Like I’m a specimen. I don’t think I like that.” Summer’s green eyes held more than a hint of challenge now. “You’ve seen all my flashy tricks, Mr Stark. Anything else you’d like to see?”
A self-obsessed smirk tugged at the corner of the billionaire’s mouth. “What exactly are you implying?” He stared at her with an equally as challenging gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, anything you like. Ask me anything. I know you’re still curious.” Confidently, she stepped within arms’ reach. “Should I be challenging you to take a picture now, Mr Stark?”
A dark brow quirked in amusement, “So you went through all of this for a picture? Well why didn’t you just say so?” He chuckled. “I assume you’d like an autograph as well.~”
Summer arched her eyebrow right back. “Ah, now we’re back to the beginning. I can get all the pictures I want, really, off the internet, and what would I do with an autograph? No, I only thought since you keep watching me, you might want a picture of me. Of course, your camera might break taking it, but that’s your risk, I suppose.”
“I Break Everything I Touch”||@iamthefirechild
“Has anybody offered to, I don’t know, show you around? Or did they just sort of leave you to your own devices?” Sticking her finger into the cream cheese, she swirled it around and licked it off like a little child. “I’d really like to be able to spend some time with you.”
“Pretty much the latter, yeah. I guess no one likes hanging out with an ‘old man’.” he chuckled, amused by his little joke, and further amused by Summer’s actions. “I’d like that.”
Popping straight up in her chair, she exclaimed, “You are not an old man!” Her eyes flared green with indignation. “It’s not your fault you happen to be a tourist in your own city right now. This is going to change. What do you want to see first?” Summer bit off a piece of cheese danish as if it was one of the people who were neglecting Steve and chewed vengefully.
“Well, I don’t know where to start…” he rubbed the back of his neck and tried to think of something… unsuccessfully. “What would you recommend?” Steve asked, glad to have a friend he could do stuff, proper non-saving-the-world stuff.
“Hummm.” Summer drummed the fingers of her empty hand on the table. “I could do some research and try to find out what’s been built since, err,” she searched for a polite phrase, “the end of the war. That would be all new. I’m sure everything’s changed, so it might be worth it just to wander around and look at whatever catches our fancy.” She twisted her face up into a couple of weird thinking poses before she went on, “Bronx Zoo, Botanical Gardens, Rockefeller Centre, the Metro Art Museum … any of those sound good?”
“Still. Stylistically, it’s really nice.” She slid into the elevator behind him, trying not to stare as openly at him as she was at his tower. It was hard, though. Summer had admired — be honest, loved — Tony Stark for a long time, for many more reasons than just his gorgeous appearance. She gnawed at her lip in the hope it would help her keep her mouth shut.
Tony was rather oblivious to her. His attention was much more set on the numbers slowly growing. “I’ll show you my penthouse first. We’ll start on the top and work our way down, how about it?” Finally, he turned towards his admirer, a smile stuck to his lips.
Penthouse. Yeah, okay. Where the Avengers had fought Loki to a standstill. Where Tony lived. Be cool, she thought, breathe, relax, don’t project. He’s just taking you on the simple tour he offered, no sweat, nothing to it.
“That sounds really great.” Summer tapped a toe against the floor of the elevator and chuckled a little. “Good thing I wore my walking shoes.”
Bloody hell, she couldn’t even look him in the eyes.