Give me a Scotch, I'm Starving


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

Hannah. Han for short, as in Solo.

Comic shop assistant manager. Opinionated with a side of nerdy. Iron Man junkie, BioWare fangirl, film critic, literary fiend, lover of tattoos and boys with earrings. Sometimes an artist, occasionally a writer, and always a connoisseur of bad fic.

NOTE: If you want to tag me in something and get my attention, tag it with “Iron Han”, without the dash.

I wish this whodunit novel would write itself

I’m tired of looking at these disconnected single-page passages of the two main characters interacting that contribute little to nothing to the story as a whole

yet which seem to be the only things I’m capable of writing at the moment

how can it be a whodunit if nobody does anything