Fashionista Dreams
Let me stop you right there. Don't call me Janet. Only my mother calls me Janet. Call me Jan. My mom hates it. I'm not here to be a debutant, I'm here to follow my dreams and have whatever kind of fun I want. As long as you don't stand in my way, we'll get along just fine.
[Independent RP blog for a teenage Janet Van Dyne]
Emma Watson Graces T Magazine’s Fall Issue in Evocative Style ❤ liked on Polyvore
*Grins and kisses her deeply, pulling her towards the bedroom*
*Gasps and leans into him, holding on to his shirt and pushing him lightly*
You were the one so eager to go to bed, Tink. *Backs them up to his bedroom, tugging her up against him*
Like you would argue. *Grins and presses her lips to his, wrapping her hands in his shirt*
*Takes her hand and pulls himself up, pulling her back to him* Much.
*Gasps and quickly nips at his lips* Tony…
*Grins and kisses her deeply, pulling her towards the bedroom*
*Gasps and leans into him, holding on to his shirt and pushing him lightly*
*Nudges her up* You’re the one sitting on me. C’mon.
*Rolls her eyes and pulls herself up* There, better now?
*Takes her hand and pulls himself up, pulling her back to him* Much.
*Gasps and quickly nips at his lips* Tony…
….told you.
*Rolls her eyes and kisses his cheek* Alright, alright. Now are you gonna come to bed or not…
*Nudges her up* You’re the one sitting on me. C’mon.
*Rolls her eyes and pulls herself up* There, better now?
…toast.
Well then yes, it’s a boy.
….told you.
*Rolls her eyes and kisses his cheek* Alright, alright. Now are you gonna come to bed or not…
And, I’m sorry, but how exactly is a robot not a boy?
I dunno. I think it depends what they’re for…
…toast.
Well then yes, it’s a boy.
….that’s okay, right? I mean, I’ve heard you refer to your dresses as “her”s…
Well yeah, but a dress is obviously a girl.
And, I’m sorry, but how exactly is a robot not a boy?
I dunno. I think it depends what they’re for…
