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Post by Tony Stark on Mar 17, 2010 19:46:21 GMT -5
Just paste the last thing you copied I'll go first..   [IMG]http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz279/DCSWinchester/navi.jpg[/IMG]
http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz279/DCSWinchester/Neytiri.jpgIf you need me to, I'll take another pass  Hope ya like it! See.. Easy enough |
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Post by lorna on Mar 17, 2010 19:57:46 GMT -5
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Post by Lex Luthor on Mar 18, 2010 22:38:40 GMT -5
howdy doo, fella! the name's Aaron, and i wished upon a star from Proboards. my other imaginary friends include Dr. David Q. Dawson. Chip the Chipmunk and i are so very eager to join the worlds of disney circle of life!
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Is it me, or does the intro sound like you took a lot of anti-depressants while being possessed by Foghorn Leghorn?
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WTH?
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I know!
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Post by Tony Stark on Mar 19, 2010 0:08:59 GMT -5
Tony was surprised at his assistant's absence. The woman was always on time. She was an hour late. There wasn't anything he needed her to do right now, but still. He liked seeing her face every morning. Her hands busy going over things in her ever-present Blackberry and her 4-inch heels clattering on the floor. It was what he enjoyed about his mornings.
Her coffee was amazing too. It was like crack in a mug. He watched the minutes tick by on his clock. Finally he heard J.A.R.V.I.S. announce the PA's arrival. "Thank God." He cleaned the grease from his hands and dropped the rag onto the hot rod's hood. He wiped his hands on his jeans, grabbed his coffee mug, and headed up to the kitchen.
"Miss Potts..." He nodded an acknowledgment to her as he made his way around his spacious kitchen. "It's nice to see you're not lying by the side of the road in a fatal car accident." He smirked, pouring the dark liquid into his mug. "I figured that a car accident would be the only thing to keep you away from work. Glad to see I was wrong." He continued smirking and leaned against the counter sipping his coffee.
Looking down he made an observation. Something was different about how she was dressed. He pondered that for a while before it dawned on him. Her legs. One of his favorite parts of her body. They were covered today. That wouldn't do at all. He just had to say something. "You know, Miss Potts, I much prefer you when you don't wear hose. You have incredible legs."
He grinned mischievously at her and waited. Someone as "professional" as Pepper wouldn't be able to let that one slide. "So...what did happen this morning?" He listened to her retort and allowed himself to sigh slightly. "Yes, I know you obey traffic laws, Pepper. Driving with you is like riding with a Driver's Ed. instructor." Tony smirked again and finished his coffee.
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Post by Johnny Storm on Mar 21, 2010 11:59:32 GMT -5
Y O U C A N L O O K B U T D O N T T O U C H U N L E S S Y O U R F E E L I N G L U C K Y ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °
Theodore's intention hadn't been to rush things, he was merely trying to show his appreciation in the best way he knew how. He wasn't the type to stand there and get teary-eyed, unless the situation called for it. "I don't need a watch to remember you. You've been on my mind almost constantly since the last time I saw you. I doubt that's going to change anytime soon."
When she returned his kiss, everything he'd felt for her came flooding back in triplicate. Everything felt exactly as it did the first time, only stronger. Cementing what he felt for her as surely as a permanent sticking charm. He could feel his heart pounding as though he was running a marathon. She had quite an effect on him and he never wanted that to change. When she kissed his neck, he felt himself squirm. He was enjoying the sensations thoroughly, but he didn't want to lose control right now. He breathed a sigh of relief and frustration when she backed away slightly. He would never figure her out.
"I've missed you too. More than you'll ever know." He had almost felt lost without her around, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. It would imply weakness and a greater range of emotion than he was ready to admit to. "Of course I will." He reached up and carefully moved her hair out of the way. He took the box from her and walked around behind her. He took the necklace carefully out of the box and reached around in front of her, trying to put the necklace at the right angle to clasp it.
He was careful not to break it as he fastened it closed. Walking around in front of her, he thought it looked lovely on her. He thought that the color contrasted beautifully with her skin tone and hair color. He took out the bracelet next. It was rather delicate so he took great care when putting it on her. He set the box down and he smiled at her. She was absolutely stunning, though her beauty wasn't the only thing he loved about her.
When she asked him what he wanted to do, he let out a small, embarrassed laugh. He hadn't thought that far ahead. "Whatever people do in this sort of situation. You know, traditional stuff." When it came to her, he was a terrible liar. He wasn't exactly lying, he just had no idea what she would have in mind. His holidays were usually spent at a pub and when he did visit friends, there was a lot of sitting, drinking and small talk involved. He didn't want to look as though he was stupid, or didn't care.
Her happiness meant the world to him and he tried to think hard about what they could do. Finally, an idea came to him. "Well, I did promise that I would cook for you. What do you think you would like?" He wasn't a mind reader, so if she was saying one thing and meant something else entirely, it had gone right over his head. He looked at her, questioning, waiting for her response.
Theodore looked puzzled when she mentioned baking a cake. He'd never baked a cake in his life. For all he knew, cake was some sort of magic object that would appear whenever someone had precisely enough money. He'd eaten it before, but making it would be a challenge. It was far different from brewing a potion. They were easy. The right number of stirs, ingredients added at the proper time, simmered for just so long, and poof it was done.
The potions master could only imagine what would be in store for him once he agreed. "That sounds like a marvelous idea." This was certainly going to be an interesting day. "If you keep that up, we'll never make it to the kitchen." He wouldn't mind that in the slightest, but he wanted to keep his word and not just jump her at the first opportunity. He wasn't sure how long he could keep his self-control intact if she kept teasing him, as it was unraveling at a fast enough rate as it was. He took a deep breath and tried to think of something boring, like socks. Socks seemed a safe enough subject as he didn't have any particular interest in feet and what went on them.
He clamped one hand around her waist and returned her kiss with all his passion, emotion and frustration combined. She was maddening and part of him loved her for it. He doubted she would have quite as much impact on him if she was dull as paint. Looks faded, but personalities only improved over time.
Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from her, mentally kicking himself the entire time. His breath was coming out in shallow pants. His arm was still around her waist and it was all he could do to stop himself from kissing her again. He knew he would have time for that later, so he tried to think of something else.
° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ▫ words; 875
▫ tagged; Gabrielle Delacour
▫ song; Ke$ha - Take It Off
▫ outfit; Here
▫ notes; At least he didn't jump her sister in law again..
▫ credit; miss.martini. @ CAUTION 2.0 ! |
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Post by lorna on Mar 22, 2010 19:55:32 GMT -5
Last time you zapped me someplace, I didn’t poop for a week. We’re driving.
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Post by Anatoli Knyazev on Mar 23, 2010 2:01:52 GMT -5
Random exerpts by and about Anton. Strange, strange man..
She laughed and shook her head at Anton's choice of words. Of course she didn't know what they meant either but it amused her nonetheless.
Bill had no idea what the freak Russian was saying at all but he knew it was bad.
“He lacks manners, but that can’t really be helped when you take into account the fact that he was raised by vermin.” She wasn't sure if the man could speak English, but the way he was looking at Dave was slightly disturbing.
"You're not going anywhere. Tricks will not save you this time. She has shown you mercy thus far by merely allowing you to live. Your luck has been pushed as far as it will go." Yes, he was quite capable of speaking English when he wanted to. He just chose not to because he would rather get the job done than chit chat all the time and end up letting the prisoner escape in the process.
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Post by piotr on Mar 23, 2010 3:14:20 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin MacTaggert on Mar 26, 2010 1:20:54 GMT -5
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Post by alex on Mar 26, 2010 3:13:16 GMT -5
Sam: -averts his eyes and looks down at his hands- Yeah... There was also one time when Caleb teamed up with Dean. Last year. They brought to this place... I told them there was no way I'd lose my virginity to some random chick I don't even know.
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Post by Anatoli Knyazev on Mar 27, 2010 16:11:00 GMT -5
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Post by James Kinross on Mar 30, 2010 15:07:31 GMT -5
[center][img]http://i835.photobucket.com/albums/zz279/DCSWinchester/1-1.gif[/img][/center]Hope this was what you were looking for. The ripple effect made it too blurry and the pics were too small, but it worked out. If you want it anyway, I'll PM it to you. Thanks and enjoy |
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Apr 14, 2010 19:02:07 GMT -5
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Hope ya like it!
