I try to live my life by a few rules, simple enough in nature and rehearsed repeatedly so that I’ll remember them no matter how drunk I get.
Which in my life has proven to be pretty damn drunk.
Anyway, the first is simple enough; Rule 1: Smile. The first step to winning anyone over is to appear friendly, available, open. You’d be surprised how fas a smile can take you. It can break down walls while still reinforcing your own. If you get good enough at it, people will never know how you’re really feeling, or when you are faking, making it much easier to lie your ass off. A genuine smile is your greatest mask, and incredible defense.
Which brings me to my second rule; Rule 2: Trust no one. I know, that sounds insane and you and call me paranoid all you like because hey, I’m still a live aren’t I? In my life I’ve come to realize that just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean no one is after you. Girlfriends will steal tech from you, father figures will try to have you killed, ghosts will attempt to end your life while you’re in a persistant vegitative state (No, I’m not kidding, those things have actually happened to me). I guess when you’re a billionaire, genius weapons tycoon and super hero, some people are just going to want you dead. There will always be rival company heads, super villains, and children of the evil bastards you’ve killed just waiting around the corner to take a swing at you. Honestly its a miracle I’m still alive. I have no idea how Pepper does it.
Alright, I’m going to take a minute to talk about Pepper. She is one of the few people in this world that Rule 2 doesn’t apply to (Rhodey being another).
(tbc)
(Source: viola-chesire-are-the-only-left)
Honestly this convention thing is a good deal. You go, pretending to be anyone or anything you want, and just dick around. Its pretty damn fun.
THIS
WHAT
I CANT
Yes.
You can, Tony.
You can.
….you better take me somewhere nice.
what just happened…?
(Source: cantbreathewith)
I’m in the middle of the best vacation ever: Dominican Republic with Pepper.
…I would post pictures of Pep in her bikini but I don’t want to feel the wrath when she finds out.
I’m still sick…or sick again, one or the other. This is insanity. And, on top of everything, I have to work tomorrow while Pepper has a doctors note. No one is telling me I can stay home, though of course I guess thats because I won’t go to the doctor.
Eh, I took a nap today, thats enough.
Day 3 of the illness.
Pepper is worse than me today, which is saying something, but still she went to work. I dragged myself to the office to sign some deals she’s been bugging me about, and there she was, sitting behind my desk, pounding out work, my trash can already overflowing with tissues. Her hair was still perfectly done, and her suit was pressed. (I barely managed to pull on sweatpants) The woman is out of her mind.
I gave up and had soup delivered to me. Apparently some places do that. I made Jarvis call.
I swear if I’m not better by tomorrow I will be very cranky.
I don’t have access to the joint account. I was never given the sign-in information, Stark.
First, yes I did. I texted it to you. You’re in the 21st century now. Learn to use your phone.
Second, you reblogged a post I put on the joint account and it tells me, so I didn’t even have to try to find you.
Tony, I don’t have any texts from you with information regarding the account. Only that you sent me a “special” ask.
You probably deleted it. I sent it to Banner too and he got it just fine, but I supposed I’ll resend it to you so you can stop whining.
Just saying, Rogers, if you don’t want me to find you, don’t reply to me on our joint tumblr account using your real account. I didn’t even have to try. Besides, I’ve been on here a while already.
-Tony
I don’t have access to the joint account. I was never given the sign-in information, Stark.
First, yes I did. I texted it to you. You’re in the 21st century now. Learn to use your phone.
Second, you reblogged a post I put on the joint account and it tells me, so I didn’t even have to try to find you.
