dolphins = always a win

On Thursday I went to Santa Catalina Island with my family on our sailboat (36'), which might get sold this year. Catalina was pretty, with a very cute little tourist town, and apparently an enormous herd of buffalo, though I can't say I saw any from the harbor.

I saw dolphins on the way to the island. Big, fast, gray ones; a pair of them fishing. They swam under the boat and dove in and out of the water off to the side of us for a minute or two, before swimming away. This made my weekend; I haven't seen dolphins since sailing in Monterey Bay, at least 5 or 6 years ago.

It's hard to be anything but stupidly happy when looking at dolphins. They really are as cool as you expect them to be. By logic, there's no wild animal whose mere proximity should bring you unencumbered joy and the potent urge to jump up and down and squeal like a child one quarter your age, but dolphins can do that to you. I'm of the opinions that dolphins would do that to most people, if they ever got close enough. Even hard-bitten criminals would be forced to shoulder their semi-automatics, flick their unfiltered cigarettes, and mutter, "Jolly good show, eh? Anyone got bread or somm'at we can toss?"

And they would talk that way, too. Around the dolphins.

A tiny Iron Man fic blurb: for redbrunja

redbrunja has opinions on the very, very specific circumstances when using the term "pepperony" for ship purposes is acceptable... very nearly almost never.

Category: Humor
Rating: PG-est thing that ever flirted with G


La Pepper-ony Pizzaz

Tony Stark clicked his heels together, more than once, in a way that was not at all like Dorothy Gale because obscenely affluent grown men did not in any way seek to embody the traits of a meteorologically-challenged pig-tailed child, despite the fact that an obscenely affluent grown man could absolutely do so, if he should choose to, and no one would say anything because he was, after all, Tony Stark. In response, little white and red text blinked on the board above him, beside garish photos and an excess of dollar signs.

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Does she call him Sir? I can't remember.

When you write fic for a pairing you've only seen once in a two hour movie a week ago and otherwise know nothing about, things happen. Such as the curious fact that Tony Stark becomes a direct psychic conduit for Tamaki of Ouran when he's drunk. And also, has a head so full of math and explosive chemical equations that he is completely incapable of making small life decisions without consulting his trusty and responsible personal assistant. Who absolutely does not talk like Riza Hawkeye, how dare you suggest such a thing.

Edit: I kind of want someone to write an epic fic about why Tony Stark hates all Denny's, everywhere, everywhen.