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//Another major Marvel movie is upon us, which means I am going to take this opportunity to revamp and move some of my blogs, beginning with this one.
Expect a promo/proper move notice to come once the new blog is up and running.
"Babe, can you explain to me what this is doing here?"
(x)
“Babe? Don’t get me wrong Jackie, I’m flattered, I just didn’t expect to ever hear such a word from your mouth.” He smirked, casually leaning back against the door frame. Pet names often came with relationships and while Tony wouldn’t admit to wanting something of the sort with her…the idea seemed nice at times.
“But I have no clue. It looks like a palladium core from my old chest piece… but I haven’t used palladium in years.”
There were times where it could be a bit…cluttered. It happened, especially if Tony was smack in the middle of something. But he had no clue where the core had come from, he’d get rid of it at a more godly hour though. At the momen’t he was still surprised she was still here, and better yet, curled against him.
“He hummed, arms wrapping around her and pressing lips to her head, a hand set low on her hip. “I’ll get rid of it, I promise. I don’t want that little reminder sitting around anyway.”
“Good. Cause neither do I.” She moved her hand, resting it atop of his -- interlacing their fingers. There were enough things and people in this world that tried to kill them on a daily basis. They didn’t need reminders of them all sitting around.
“Come to England with me...”
Well he hadn’t expected her to agree, not on any level. He was well aware of the Stark Kool-Aid that hadn’t done his own father a damn bit of good, but Tony wasn’t sure he wanted that. But here she was, admitting…something, and he wasn’t sure how to respond in a way that wouldn’t make his stomach flip.
“You’ll tire of me. Soon or a later you’ll see me as the narcissistic asshole I am, everyone does.”
“You don’t know that.” She highly doubted she would tire of Tony. If she had lived this long with Brian, surely Stark would be simple. After all, one didn’t get more ‘narcissistic asshole’ than her brother.
At least in her opinion.
"Babe, can you explain to me what this is doing here?"
(x)
“Babe? Don’t get me wrong Jackie, I’m flattered, I just didn’t expect to ever hear such a word from your mouth.” He smirked, casually leaning back against the door frame. Pet names often came with relationships and while Tony wouldn’t admit to wanting something of the sort with her…the idea seemed nice at times.
“But I have no clue. It looks like a palladium core from my old chest piece… but I haven’t used palladium in years.”
He chuckled lightly, rolling over in bed and tossing an arm over his face. No, he wasn’t a hoarder, sentimental maybe, but not to that extent. “When said thing tried to kill me? No. I’m not a hoarder. I tossed it all when I fixed the poisoning thing.”
He sighed, turning his head to look at her, tired and briefly wondering why life did happen to give him so many chances. “Come on, come back to bed. I’ll worry about it in the morning.”
"But you have so much stuff in here...” The house in Malibu was still new to Jackie -- shiny and full of all sorts of crap. Well, not so much crap as stuff...it was all seemingly useful and Jacqueline had no doubt Tony knew what each one of them did. Just, to her, it looked like a bunch of half pieced together knick knacks.
Still, as Tony beckons for her, she puts the object she had been playing with down and pads back towards the bed, slipping under the covers and curling up beside him, head resting against his chest, slim fingers tracing over the reactor that lay there.
“What the fuck do you want me to say, Jacqueline?! That, oh sure, I’d love to stick around and chat about our potential future, but considering I’ll be dead long before you even start to grey, kinda puts a hinder on things. So yes, I’ll pull the playboy card, because that is what everyone expects.”
And then that way nobody gets hurt, maybe himself, but it wasn’t as if that was new.
“There are ways around that. Two that I can name off the top of my head -- one of which your father invented. So if you truly want to stick around and not grow old with me...we can make that happen.”
"Babe, can you explain to me what this is doing here?"
(x)
“Babe? Don’t get me wrong Jackie, I’m flattered, I just didn’t expect to ever hear such a word from your mouth.” He smirked, casually leaning back against the door frame. Pet names often came with relationships and while Tony wouldn’t admit to wanting something of the sort with her…the idea seemed nice at times.
“But I have no clue. It looks like a palladium core from my old chest piece… but I haven’t used palladium in years.”
Yes, well, maybe she’d just been spending too much time with the Barnes -- Bex, in particular. Bex and her stupid Star Spangled Boyscout. Made one almost think Happy Ever Afters were possible.
Even with people like her and Tony.
“So, in other words, you can’t stand to throw anything out. Not even things that almost killed you. Tell me, Love...are you secretly a hoarder? Cause after the what? 45 suits? I’d believe it.”
Type your name into the new tumblr gif function and post the gif you get.
“I hope there is a more direct route for visitors to take in the future, if they plan on having thousands of people enter the island every day,” Loki commented as he looked out the window. But even with the jeep ride, it was a fairly short trip to their destination. He got out and looked around once more, checking out the surroundings.
“Oh I’m sure there’s some express route in the works. Or possibly already in existence. Knowing Tony, he instructed them to take us the long way -- show off the island while allowing him time prepare.” Because Tony always had a reason. Nothing he did was every be accident, ever by chance. She had learned that well enough.
[text] Why is there a life size cardboard cut out of Harry Styles in my bedroom?
[text: my fair lady]: I think the better question here is why didn’t you already have one in there before now?
[text: my fair lady]: You’re welcome :)
[text: my fair lady]: I’d also like to add an “any time” for good measure.
[text; Captain Colonies]: Mmmm. You might want to watch your back, Darling.
[text; Captain Colonies]: And help me move this into Dino’s room.
“Jackie Falsworth,” Steve called, stepping out from the shade of a large umbrella set-up at one of the small “dockside bars” – Disney-fied versions of bootlegger cantinas that were cheerfully painted and boasted drinks that were almost worth the exorbitant price tag, if only for the fact that they were unfailingly cold, which was no small mercy on a scorcher like today. “As I live and breathe.”
He smiled widely at her, pleased that he wasn’t going to have to be the one carting whatever luggage she’d brought across the island. She looked good; looked great, actually, like she hadn’t aged a day in the past – god, was it eight years since he’d seen her? Surely it hadn’t been that long. “Bex said you’d be on the boat in today, but I wasn’t entirely sure you’d be coming down to this tropical nuthouse until I saw you in person.”
“Steven?” Now that was not a voice Jackie had been expecting to hear. Last they talked, Bex had said that he was off ‘playing Commando’ or something. And yet... “Whatever are you doing here?”
Arms wrap around him as she hugs him tightly, despite the sticky heat of the island. Though the heat does make her think she is going to need to change before she does any real exploring. And slather on another layer of sunscreen. Being this pale takes work, People.
“And why didn’t Rebecca mention you. I get why she left Stark’s name out of it, but you...?”
it surely hadn’t taken Jack much longer to place the video himself – considering that he had been the POOR soul to have witnessed the sudden surge of, literally, wannabe girlpower by means of atrocious music and leopart print on pretty much everything. for Bex’ sake, Jack endures pretty much everything, honestly, but that part of history had been especially challenging.
‘ to be quite honest, my dear, you both occasionally have somewhat twat-ish tendiencies. I blame your uncle. ‘
John or Archie, Jack leaves that open for imagination, and knows that Jackie would get the hint and not address the issue. speaking about JOHN, in this house, while Jack is around, is practically forbidden.
he closes the tab, determined to never open it again, considers for a moment to drag Brian back to the manor to take that video down again, and then remembers that Brian way too often equals Roger, and decides that his daughter might as well gain some more clicks. too much hassle for an old man. instead, he simply settles on the chair beside his daughter, tablet and youtube forgotten for a while.
‘ I hope you at least used the picture from last christmas for the ID. the entirely stupid one of him with his mouth STUFFED with mince pies. ‘
John is a sore subject all around. The source of so much trouble in their lives and yet, the reason that Jackie is still sitting there, looking not a day over 22, and able to talk with Jack about 90′s pop music and Brian’s disgusting eating habits.
In that way, she supposes she should be grateful to the man. Though that wouldn’t stop her from killing him...were he not already dead.
Taking another sip of her drink, she turns to face her father, frowning ever so slightly at his comment. “No! I didn’t even think to switch the photo out. Dammit. Think it’s too late to do that?” Because, really, the Christmas photo was just too perfect not to use.
“Or I could simply blow it up. Hang it about he offices. Or set it as everyone’s desktop...”
Loki smirked at her response and then waved her forward towards the jeep that would take them further into the island. “Ladies first,” he offered.
“A gentleman. Well that is one thing you definitely have over Stark...” Stepping up to the jeep, she slid inside and waited for Loki to join her. Time to see just what Tony had managed to dig up...so to speak.
Departing from the ferry site, the jeep followed the monorail track, past the golf course, towards the hotel and ‘Main Street’ -- the park’s entryway.
theladyfalsworth – starter call
jack likes to pride himself with the fact, that there’s little left that can shake him up. after 120+ years on this earth, he usually is safe to assume that he’s seen it all. been there, done that, got the t-shirt – still, when he places the tablet in his daughter’s lap, the lady of the manor enjoying the sunshine outside by the pond with a bloody mary, however LITERAL that is to be taken, he doesn’t want to know, he admittedly is a little done. whatever he had done to deserve two children apparently competing in being more stupid on a regular basis.
pressing play to a YOUTUBE video titled heiress of falsworth industries says what she really, really wanna, he simply raises his eyebrows and lets her watch the musical catastrophe for a moment. granted, jack barely fears bad press, but might actually be quite relieved that the non-extistent quality of the singing entirely rules out jackie’s potential career as a britain’s got talent candidate.
‘ please don’t tell me that whatever you’ve done to piss your brother off, had anything to do with that bloody horse again. ‘
There was surely a statement about irony somewhere in this scene; a vampire, sunbathing, with a bloody mary that contained no actual blood. Jacqueline never allowed herself such things (except, perhaps, for the occasional very rare steak). They were risks she couldn't afford to take.
And rude, Jack. Her voice is...passable. At least as much as the brunette's beside her.
It didn't take Jacqueline but a second to place the video. Christmas 1997 - the height of the 'girl power' movement. Rebecca had come to spend the holidays with them, as had long since been their custom, and when the American had seemed particularly mopey, Jacqueline had decided that a night of silly indulgences were in order. A sleepover, if you would. Complete with junk food, stupid movies, and hairbrush karaoke. Of course, had the blonde known that her brother would also be indulging in teenage hijinks (mostly spying on the girls), she might have gone back on her 'no human blood rule'. At least for the night.
Pausing the video, she hands the tablet back to her father, her face a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Don't suppose anyone would actually believe that video was almost 20 years old..." After all, it wasn't like either of the females featured in it had changed at all. Not physically, anyway.
"And no. It had nothing to do with Merlin. Brian is simply sore that I pointed out to him that he was being a twat. And that I changed his name to Twatty McTwatwaffle in the MI:13 database. And issued him a new ID with that on it. Clearly, he is working hard to prove me right..."
The Bloody Reunion
Blade being more a man of action than words leaned towards her and pressed a hard kiss on against her lips.He then titled her chin upwards and began feverishly sucking on her neck as if he were in search for blood.”Bedroom.”He muttered against her neck before lifting her from the couch bridal style and carrying her into the bedroom where he lied her in the bed.
“You sure you want this?”He asked removing his top.
Getting too close to the neck was always a hazard with the two of them...and yet, it was an instinct neither of them could deny. Even without the blood element, there was just something about lips hovering over that sweet spot -- feeling the pulse beating and the blood rushing underneath.
Though a bit surprised when Blade scooped her up, she made no move to fight him. And the moment she was laid out on the bed, she began reaching for him to pull her down with him.
“Yes.” Was he crazy? Of course she wanted this.
He showed a bright smile at that, his teeth gleaming in the sunlight. “Despite Mr. Stark’s involvement with and ownership of this project, the advances being made by InGen and Masrani Global are astounding. Anyone who had a chance to be a part of this would be stupid not to accept.”
“Perhaps.” It was true. Stark had found himself some good partners; the best of the best when it came to bio-engineering. But there was still...
Something was off about this whole ordeal. Who just got up one morning and decided ‘oh, I think I’ll bring dinosaurs back from the dead’? It made no logical sense. But then, neither did Tony.
“But I think I want to know a bit more about his reasoning first. And his plan. Provided he even has one past ‘dinos!’.”
Loki caught her tone and smirked but didn’t comment on what she possibly meant with that. “Mr. Stark can be… difficult to work with,” he replied, starting up a rapport with her. “Or deal with at any time.”
“Mr. Stark can be difficult, period. Which makes me wonder how he got anyone else down here...” With Jackie, he had cheated. Or so she would claim. Using Bex to call her -- to ask her to come down and see what she was working on. Had he used similar methods with other investors? Or just the ones he had slept with?
