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IRON HAN.

Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist by day, scruffy-looking nerf herder by night.

Hannah. Han for short, as in Solo.

Comic shop assistant manager. Constantly reading the merchandise. Opinionated with a side of nerdy. Iron Man junkie, Mass Effect activist, film critic, literary fiend, lover of tattoos and boys with earrings. Sometimes an artist, occasionally a writer, and always a connoisseur of bad fic. Tumblr'er of the inane, the humorous, and almost anything that involves excellent talent or excellent genes. Sometimes both.

NOTE: If you want to tag me in something and get my attention, tag it with “Iron Han”, without the dash. If you do not tag it Iron Han, I will not see it.

Formerly sergeantcalhan.

STORY TIME

So some douche put a DC mystery ball in the Marvel bin at Wal-Mart, so when I tried to pick a random mystery ball from each bin I wound up with two DC mystery balls instead of one DC and one Marvel

I didn’t think to check in the store because I thought that somebody wouldn’t be dick enough to put the mystery balls back in the wrong bins

I didn’t figure out until I got home and opened both of them that they were both DC mystery balls

now I have two identical Superman mini-figurines sitting on my desk, staring at me

they’re just sitting there, watching me

I’ve never felt so judged in my life

I fucking hate Wal-Mart