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As if my obsession with this movie couldn't be more obvious. HA. I couldn't resist the angst, though, because I am, well, me.

Title: Grease-stained
Word Count: 4600
Fandom/pairing: Iron Man, Tony/Pepper
Summary: This is what being Iron Man is.
Author Notes: Movieverse. Betaed by the wondeful nomelon. Writing this has convinced of what a scary place Tony's head must be. To which I say: AWESOME. :D

( Sometimes, he thinks he relates better to machines than people. )

Since I only have six icon spaces, all obviously used, JUST IMAGINE I'M POSTING WITH THIS ICON, OKAY? OKAY.



(Holy shit, people were right! It's easier in paint than it is in photoshop! This amuses me for some reason XD)

I miss my internet connection. I know I shouldn't bitch, seeing that I do get stolen internet intermitently from about 3 to 10, (it is about to go awaaaay) however slow and stuff. BUT. I can only, you know get *cough cough* my fix of movies and/or series in cybercafes. I've been trying to get *nudge nudge* Iron Man (yes, I'm obsessed, shut up) and it will take me SIX DAYS. six fucking days. To get all the chunks. WHYYYY.

Aaaanyway. Doctor Who 4x09 - Forest of the Dead: I liked it. It wasn't as good as Silence int the Library, and there was some 'bzuh?' stuff that I usually wouldn't expect in a Moffat episode, but it was nice and poignant to a degree and well, the ending was a bit weak but the part before it was really nice. Plus, River Song is awesome. SHE IS. And yay, now I only have to watch Midnight to be all nicely caught up! :D

You know what I've always found SO WEIRD? That people think that margaritas are like, the NATIONAL DRINK, or something. UM, NO. I've had like, ONE margarita in my entire life. No no, what we drink here is micheladas, which is basically beer with salt, lemon (our lemon, your key lime) and hot sauce (not tabasco, though. No self-respecting Mexican would EVER put tabasco on ANYTHING. That shit is awful, ew). Well. I don't like them all that much, but I don't like beer at all, so not surprising. But really, EVERYONE else has micheladas. All the time. There are micheladas-only bars. My brother swears by them, as every other non-legal teenager does in these places, haha.

My point is: Just HOW did margaritas ended up equalling Mexico in the eyes of, uh, everyone else? *scratches head*