dear fedex guy: not even hotness will make up for your lateness, asshole

Ugh, you guys, so I am totally sitting around in my jimjams waiting for the FedEx guy to deign to drop by with my new computer, and I feel pretty much hungover. Possibly because I drank about 3 tonnes of sugar in slurpee form last night, (in the bath, because I hate myself?) and added massively to my googledoc notes for more Shia-Pepper/Tony and some depraved pitchforkslash Shia/Zach Condon that no one will read but me and Brooke.

See my userinfo for proof of the hotness/inevitability of this pairing. Ugh, that boy's trumpets.

But what is really important, here, is the Transformers/Iron Man ficlet that th_esaurus wrote in her Bob Downey ficathon: the yellow's kind of overpowering.



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