Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.
Photo by Ron “Spidey” Gejon.
Okay, wait. I’m reblogging this mofo again, because I need to talk about how much I still fucking love this picture.
It’s not just a Rule 63 Tony and Pepper, it’s a racebent Rule 63 Tony and Pepper. It’s a fucking Tony Stark who is all the swagger and bravado and awesomeness with just a red shirt, a pair of sunglasses, a toy helmet and a camping light. It’s a Pepper with a red briefcase that has some tape and a chain on it, and a name badge.
That’s it. That’s how awesome these two GQMFs are. They spent maybe a total of $50 on the entire get-up and they win. They win at costuming, they win at presentation, they win at getting into character, they just goddamn win.
They win the fucking universe, and every time I read a story about Toni or Natasha or whatever-you-want-to-call-a-female-Tony-Stark, this is who I’m going to see.
This beautiful woman with her helmet and her sunglasses and her arc reactor, and maybe she’s going to drive her own goddamn F1 race car or maybe she’s going to go beat the bad guys, but whatever she does, she’s gonna be fucking fabulous at it.