HULK SMASHES, BANNER BUILDS.

we're a chemical mixture that makes chaos.

[bvnners-blog]

▼ ( from The Science Friend. #NoHomo )

* ( ▼ ) —- KISSING THEM ( for The Science BoyFriend )

      they’re in the lab–no surprise there, really–and tony’s doing that THING where he talks at a mile a minute, throwing around dense concepts like heavy ion fusion and quantum chromodynamics ( and to anyone else it sounds like meaningless science babble, but to bruce it’s poetry ). bruce is listening and looking at tony like he ALWAYS does when no one else but helen is around to notice ( because she’s good at keeping secrets ) when tony–mid sentence–comes to screeching HALT.

      then tony’s leaning in close and bruce’s first inclination is to lean away, but it all happens in one swift movement and tony’s kissing bruce. for a long, long moment the pair of them are SUSPENDED in that moment–and the doctor basks in the feeling of it. 

       THAT IS, until the heartbeat monitor on his wrist starts to beep and bruce has to pull away only to realize his hands had found tony’s shoulders as if to their own accord. ❝ uh–sorry– ❞ he says a little too quickly as the cogs in his mind slowly begin to turn again and bruce REALIZES what has just happened. the monitor is programmed to continue beeping until bruce’s heart rate goes down so he’s forced to retract his hands from tony, wheel back a few feet on his stool, and close his eyes with deep, steady breaths for a few painfully awkward moments.   

          eventually though bruce slides back tony’s way–stool and all–with a sheepish expression.  ❝ you know, for a SCIENTIST i must have some pretty poor observational skills to not have anticipated…THAT. ❞ and before tony even opens his mouth, the both of them hear helen, somewhere in the beaker cabinet, professing her agreement loudly.  

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@arvchkid

     bruce can’t help it. ‘ IT ’ to bruce banner could mean a multitude of things, however the ‘ it ’ he has in mind is named peter parker. WORRYING. bruce can’t help worrying about peter. ever since the web-slinging vigilante’s identity had been revealed to him, the doctor had been sent reeling. it’s been close to two years now that bruce has come to know peter--the young, energetic genius that seems to worship the very ground tony walks on--and he’s still been worrying all the same. 

        he does however, know better than to allow his doubts and fears hinder the youngster from doing what he wants--or more importantly, what’s GOOD; even if that entailed skateboarding around the lab ( which tony had decidedly elected wasn’t a hazard, so bruce had to too ) or saving new york for the umpteenth time. 

         bruce reminds himself today, as he stocks his backpack with an array of medical supplies, that if there’s anyone he should be worried over, it should be HIMSELF. peter can handle his own. mostly. the two have decided to go on a search in the wreckage for anyone injured, needed help or were simply lost. they’d agreed on meeting in the main lab. as the doctor does a final survey of his supplies, he thinks he can hear peter approaching. 

            ❝ PETER ? ❞ he doesn’t bother looking up, continuing to count the rolls of gauze tape in his bag.  ❝ that is you, isn’t it ?  ❞

[goodvibeskiki]

It had been days since Jeanette had found herself walking up in the rumble of the ruined building that she once lived in. Her head was pounding and her leg was in pain. It took her a few moments to realize that she was injured but she couldn’t remember how it had happened. Despite the pain she forced herself to sit up realizing that she was leaning on the broken remains of what used to be the bathroom. Sighing softly she took a few breaths before closing her eyes and trying to remember what had happened and how she ended up back home. As she thought about it she remembered that she had come back to check on her roommate but she couldn’t remember anything after that. Her lips pressed together as the last few days came back to her and one name popped into her head. 

Thanos. He was the cause of all the destruction and all the deaths that had happened. 

Shifting her position some she looked around before calling out for her roommate. “Jules… Jules are you here.” Jeanette became concerned when she didn’t get an answer. Feeling tired she closed her eyes thinking that she would rest for a bit. When she opened them she found that it was daybreak outside meaning that she had slept at least over twelve hours. Her headache had gone away mostly but her leg pain was still there. Deciding to look at it she figured she must have broken something because there was a bit of swelling near her ankle. 

Within hours she had found a way to relieve the pain some and set it at least until she could get a good look at the damage. Forcing herself up she winced slightly while taking a look outside. There was quite a lot of damage done and she was surprised that the building was still standing. As she looked down at the street she didn’t see very many people which felt odd to her despite the hour. Deciding to get out of the building she slowly found a way out and started to walk down the street. 

[bvnners-blog]

     bruce had recently taken to VENTURING out into the city--with helen, peter, or even thor--in search of survivors since thanos’ attack.  with him he always brought a backpack full of medical supplies, ranging from a basic first aid kit to full syringes of anesthetic. he never knew what they were going to find. in many of the past excursions they’d found an array of injured, and unfortunately, a numerous amount of those who didn’t make it. 

     on this particular morning, bruce is on his own. as he resupplies his backpack the orange sky shyly peeks out from beneath the horizon. DAYBREAK. the scientist bustles down toward the ground floor of the tower, on his way informing as many as he came across, that’d he be on his own today. this had earned him a wealth of APPREHENSIVE looks, and it didn’t seem to help the nervous pit in his gut that’d been there since he’d woken up. bruce decidedly shakes it off anyway as he pushes past the front doors, and onto the desolate street. 

      as always, the streets are still, and the only noise bruce hears for a long while is the crunch of his own shoes beneath the crumbling concrete. however at this hour of the morning, with the newly awoken sun bathing the ruined cityscape in an orange light--it’s almost peaceful. almost.

      sometime around late morning, bruce spots a FIGURE at the far end of the street. the doctor squints, straining his eyes. they obviously look human, so they likely don’t mean harm. from here however, he can’t tell if they’re nursing any injuries. so bruce waves his arms--in big sweeping motions to get the stranger’s attention. 

[bvnners-blog]

@ofbrilliance

      bruce stands before an array of sampling equipment. he scans over each item with unrivaled patience, taking note of every vile, pipette, trowel or what have you. the doctor is buzzing with EXCITEMENT, although it’s difficult for him to ignore the nervous pit in his gut. today, he and helen will be venturing into the ruins of new york city to collect samples of thanos’ alien warrior army. if not only for gathering information on their enemy, but to also gain insight on alien species they all know little to nothing about. they don’t even have a proper name yet. 

        once bruce decides that they’ve got everything they’ll need, he begins to meticulously pack the supplies into a backpack. he can’t help his lingering disappointment at the fact that tony isn’t joining him and helen along their apocalyptic excursion, so bruce tries not to think about--and only hopes the man doesn’t tangle himself into anymore trouble while they’re gone. it’s not like they’ll need tony, per se, anyways. hell, bruce suspects that helen is BRILLIANT enough on her own to not need him too. the woman is all that every scientist likely hopes to be; strong-willed, intuitive, with a witty personality to top it all off ( that has managed to lift bruce’s spirits throughout this entire ordeal more times than he can count ). 

           he packs a first aid kit--of course--and a few heavier medical supplies as well, before he’s finally finished. as he tugs the pack on it’s just a tad on the heavy side--and even bound to get even heavier, but bruce decides he can handle it after adjusting the straps a bit. outside the large expanse of windows THE CITY is in it’s ever-eerily still state, a sheet of clouds curtaining over the entire sky as far as the buildings stretch into the horizon. it’s about midday. bruce glances at his watch. ‘ 2:12 PM ‘ close enough. 

           ❝ are we all set to go, helen ? ❞ bruce turns to look her way with a meager, albeit no less earnest smile. whether or not he finds this entire situation more dangerous than exciting, bruce doesn’t let on.  ❝ i think we should START by heading east, and walking along the coast of the hudson river. if we don’t find much we can follow it south until we hit battery park--though uh, i’m afraid it’ll be quite the hike. ❞ he darts his eyes away briefly, his smile turning sheepish.  ❝ --and in that sense i’m only worried for myself really--we’ve gotta be back by sundown--and my legs aren’t quite as strong as they were when i was on the run. ❞ bruce huffs a short exhale.  ❝ i’ve gotten all soft now, so i might lag behind a LITTLE.  ❞

[bvnners-blog]

       over the past few days the tower has seen an influx of SURVIVORS. and while the newfound bustle of the building is much better than the deafening silence that had fallen over them and the rest of the city like a cloak-- bruce isn’t entirely at ease with all the new faces he has yet to become familiar with. thankfully, he has the lab. it’s his own space--well, mostly-- where he can work and research when he isn’t patching up the injured. 

           at the moment he’s rifling through a holographic spread of data that had been collected on the chitauri after the battle of new york. the doctor is mumbling barely coherent nothings to himself with one hand braced against the work table, another held into the air as he flicks through the files. although engrossed in the work before him, bruce notices the echo of approaching footsteps. he doesn’t bother looking up though, assuming it’d be tony, since no one else comes up here anyway. whether it’s because people KNOW bruce spends his time up here or not is something he doesn’t want to dwell on. 

            ❝  i’m just brushing up on everything we have on the chitauri. they’re the only other alien species we’ve encountered so far aside from--well, thor--that we’ve got information on. i think if we collect samples from thanos’ alien army we can compare--  ❞ his eyes flick up mid-sentence and bruce PAUSES.  ❝ you’re not tony. ❞ the words come out of his mouth to even his own surprise, and the doctor recoils immediately.  ❝ sorry-- sorry. uhm, hi. ❞ he pushes himself off from leaning against the work table, shoulders hunched in the slightest.  ❝ do you... need anything ? ❞

[stcrkstruck-blog]

       tony won’t say that this is one of his best ideas. HYPOTHETICALLY, he could have done it all on his own ( probably a tad quicker, if he was being honest ) but he didn’t feel half as bad convincing bruce to come along. it isn’t like the dude is… totally defenseless, by any means. but, hopefully, that won’t need to be tested.

       of course, one of the many disadvantages to having anthony stark as your apocalypse buddy is that his attention span remains to be equivalent to that of a squirrel’s. “ yeah, uh huh, sounds great. OR—- ” he nods in the opposite direction, “ —we could try out the stadium. yeah, i know, you said avoid it. too big, too obvious, but signals, bruce, signals. ” and he’s really already made up his mind, and he’s sure bruce knows it. “ if we set up sensors all throughout it,  we shouldn’t have to bother with anywhere else. ”

[bvnners-blog]

       ❝ yes, exactly, tony--  ❞ bruce cranes his neck a bit to get a good look at the stadium. it’s made of incredible slabs of stone, and in unbelievably good condition.  ❝ it’s far too big to be SAFE. we don’t-- we don’t know what’s in there. ❞ he starts wringing his hands a bit, knowing full well that tony’s decision had already been made. now, it was simply a matter of whether or not bruce wanted to come alone. 

      but this isn’t as SIMPLE as choosing tea over coffee, or silver lined circuits over copper. bruce decides he’s not going to keel over so easily and turns to look tony straight in the eye.  ❝ TONY-- listen. setting up in the stadium may save us a lot more time, but the risk is too high. besides, what if another attack destroys the thing ? then we’d have to do this all over again. we’ve still got plenty of daylight. we’ll be okay out here, but in there ?  ❞ he tips his head to the side-- in the direction of the stadium.  ❝ i’m not so sure.  ❞

[bvnners-blog]

@stcrkstruck

      IN THEORY, bruce muses wryly, it should have been a breeze. and it would have been, had it not required both tony and bruce to walk to the ends of manhatten and back. he is referring to, of course, the array of sensors, receivers, and transmitters the pair are in the process of planting all along the island. this should not only allow seamless comm unit communication across the entirety of manhatten, but with sensors posted atop numerous buildings and along the perimeter of the island, they’ll be able to monitor any unusual activity-- or frankly, another thanos attack. 

      the pair is currently trekking down the battered remains of fifth avenue. bruce, shouldering the backpack full of their supplies, points a finger to an intact building some ways down the street.  ❝ what do you think about that one, tony ? it might be an apartment buildings-- easy rooftop access. ❞

[maydcy-blog]

irony usually wasn’t this painful. mj watson was on her own. a leader of a generation that demanded to perform and got the whole world as their stage, was now left with no audience. no internet, no people, no new york city. and the silence she often wished for was now deafening, threatening, in a way. when the world got too big and voices too loud, she now had none of it. it wasn’t comforting.

was this it ?? standing in the ashes of the old world, she felt small again. but this time, she wasn’t a tiny redhead with big dreams and a mouth to match. she was a girl with nowhere to go and no idea what to do.

so maybe her first instinct when she heard noise, heard a person, was to flee. mj wasn’t one for confrontation, especially not now. but at the same time, she’d been too alone, too scared for too long. she needed something, someone to snap her out of it.

maybe rushing towards the person was a bad idea; she’d decide on that later.

“i’m– i’m sorry, i just— hi.”

[bvnners-blog]

      it was supposed to be simple. bruce had been saddled with the task of raiding the nearest pharmacy in search of any kind of pain medication, but most importantly antibiotics that he could get his hands on. the tower seems to be the only structure in manhatten with electricity. it glowed when the rest of the city was cloaked in darkness at night, and served as a beacon for anyone left alive who needed help. needless to say they’d attracted a fair number of people, some of whom were nursing severe injuries and infections that needed more assistance than a mere first aid kit could provide. so far his search has been fruitless, but thankfully, he hasn’t strayed too far from the tower. 

        bruce isn’t entirely sure how to handle the redheaded girl speedily approaching him. however it’s still a relief find other people in the midst of the destruction thanos’ army had laid thick onto the city. so-- in hopes of assuring the girl that he has no ill intentions, bruce raises both his palms and tries for a smile. 

      ❝ no, no it’s alright. er-- are you hurt anywhere ? is there anyone with you ? ❞ 

[darkstargirls-deactivated202103]

the smell of freshly brewed coffee begins to fill the kitchen (which thankfully managed to hold out). natasha leans back against the counter, staring out the window as she listens to the bubbling and gurgling of the coffee maker. though it’s morning, the sky outside is gray. beneath, the city lies quiet and dark. it feels strange to do. such a normal, menial thing like making coffee while most of new york city is in ruins. the tower, she believes, is one of, if not the only place, with electricity. simple things like making a pot of coffee are a luxury now.

has it only been three days? it feels so much longer…

a beep signals the coffee is ready, and natasha tears her eyes away from the window. she pours herself a cup, forgoing sugar or creamer. not surprisingly, she takes her coffee black. she blows on it a few times before taking a sip, eyes closing in satisfaction. it tastes good. already the warmth is seeping into her tightened, aching muscles.

she hears movement, and her eyes open, moving her lips away from the rim of the mug. someone else is up and moving — possibly trying to normalize their routine as much as she is. “fresh coffee,” she exclaims just loud enough so whoever is nearby can hear. “if you want any.”

[bvnners-blog]

      mornings always come far too soon for bruce-- even in the face of what is arguably the apocalypse. it had been to his surprise that the tower was not only intact, but still running. it seemed to be the only building with working electricity and running water at this point. that isn’t to say that the avenger’s tower didn’t sustain any damage though. there were several floors that had been reduced to mere debris, the building’s metal skeleton being the only thing from keeping it from crumbling. it’s also the reason why bruce had repurposed one of the long, rather stiff leather couches in the waiting room to stark’s office as his bed for the night.

      he drags himself into the kitchen, drawn in by the scent of brewing coffee to find natasha sitting alone. bruce looks out the large windows. a week ago he would’ve been met with the grand sight of new york city, bustling through the morning in an endless chatter of beeping cars and people. now, it was desolate. silent.  ❝ thank you-- ❞ he says in natasha’s direction with a small smile, shuffling around the kitchen for a mug before pouring coffee into it. he then rifles through one of the cabinets for sugar and dollops in two scoops.

     bruce leans up against the counter as he stirs his coffee, head tilted toward natasha. ❝ everything’s so quiet now. they must’ve evacuated the entire city, huh ? ❞

[useryennefer]

MARVEL CHARACTER AESTHETICS | Robert Bruce Banner (Hulk)

Tony Stark and Reed Richards use their genius to save the world every other week. That’s how they’ll be remembered in history. Meanwhile, I – I who, forgive me, have just as much to contribute – will be lucky if my tombstone doesn’t simply say “Hulk Smash.”

[ofcrock-blog]

dust. dust everywhere. her head throbbed as she rose from the dust, the ashes, the incinerated bones of the city. she couldn’t remember the exact point she had blacked out - just that whatever had happened had put her in a bad position. she realized that the dust, the remnants of each building - it could have been a product of her powers. but she was able to control them now, right?? that was the only reason she was still allowed out in the field. even so – when the earth was in such a desperate situation such as this, it needed everyone with the capacity to be a hero.

now she remembered. the multiplying number of aliens – she was half-alien herself, but these relentless fuckers were gross, totally perpetuating the stereotype – and the losses. so many of them. anyone could be a hero, powers or no powers. she found the source of her headache. daisy’s comms headset lay snapped in half on the ground beneath her. the jagged edge had left a deep scratch on the side of her head, but it wasn’t bleeding. at least, not yet. she rubbed her groggy eyes at the sight of the ruins of her only way of contacting her team, the people at shield, hell, anyone with a title, for that matter. there were broken buildings surrounding her. she recognized one as the cell tower. “isn’t that just peachy. i guess that means the wifi’s out.” she mumbled underneath her breath. seeing as there was really no reason to stay put, daisy followed one foot with the other, ignoring her slight limp. she cleared a path out of the debris with her powers, letting the rumble vibrate throughout her body. the team – where were they? were they alive?? daisy gulped at the thought of their limp bodies in the hands of those nasty ass et lookalikes. she would kill every single last one of them if she needed to. or try to, at least.

the groggy girl felt eyes watching her - her powers usually stimulated that kind of reaction, but this was different. they were following her with uneasy intentions. the rubble plummeted to the ground, making a loud crashing noise as it made contact with the earth. “listen, i don’t think you want a piece of this. especially if you’re one of thanos’s – thanos’?? i don’t know – creepy minions. i promise, i taste bitter. like, really sour. like… like, expired meatloaf. not that you would know how that tastes, you’re from another planet. unless you’re not one of them – never mind. just show yourself, man, before i send a brand spankin’ new fault line headed your way.”

[bvnners-blog]

      bruce wakes up in a nice bed of rubble. everything around him is eerily quiet. as he sits up slowly he’s hit with the awful ache from having his bones, muscles, everything stretched and bent. the past few days are a blur to bruce. it feels like someone’s poured acid in his head and given it a good shake. he can only recall changing back on several occasions, only to be bombarded into another transformation. but now, it seems as though there’s nothing left to startle him. he glances around to find a new york he can hardly recognize. bruce is in the middle of what was a street, evidently sitting in the crushed remains of what was a shop on the corner. there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. 

      it’s difficult for bruce to remember anything, but he can sure as hell feel the destruction the other guy had laid down onto the city in his overused joints. besides, looking around gives bruce a clear answer as to how the avengers had handled thanos’ attack: they’d lost. how much they’d lost was a question he still needed answered-- and bruce isn’t sure if he’s ready for that. but he can’t just sit here forever. so, hauling himself up, bruce sets down the street. god, he must look like a madman right now-- wandering amidst the wreckage in only his pants, covered in dust from head to toe with his curls in even more disarray than usual. 

      he walks for a long time, squinting up at the ruined buildings for some shred of familiarity. even so, bruce still can’t figure where the hell he is. strangely enough, he has yet to encounter anyone either-- alien or human-- and bruce wonders, darkly, if he’s the only one left. bristling, he drops the idea as quickly as it had occurred to him and continues forward. the city doesn’t seem to have electricity either. any buildings still standing look not only desolate but, void of any fluorescent light on the inside as well. bruce hopes he can find somewhere safe, or perhaps even someone before sundown. 

      so it’s to his relief that bruce finally spots a figure as he rounds another nameless corner. his first thought is to run over, relieved to have found another living person, but bruce stops himself on second thought; they’re in the midst of a war-- and he can’t risk the possibility of getting triggered into another transformation again. he approaches slower, finding the figure’s back facing him before hunkering behind a ruined car and watching tentatively. it’s a girl. she’s young, and looks confused. bruce is ready to speak up until she beats him to it. ❝ sorry-- ❞ he says meekly, and his voice sounds like sandpaper. bruce straightens, walking into the open where the girl can see him.  he keeps his distance to be cautious.  ❝ i’m guessing you’re not one them too then ? thanos’ minions, that is...  ❞ suddenly bruce is completely aware of his unruly state, and he hunches his shoulders a little more, hands tangled in a nervous mess. 

[stcrkstruck-blog]

      “ yeah, this is a pessimism free zone, ” tony states. “ it’s a new house rule. brought on by the whole end of the world thing. can’t have any more stress. ( weak heart, y’know ? ) ” he gives his friend a taut smile, looking him over once before turning to grab for a dark heap on the floor. it’s revealed to be a jacket and he tosses it onto bruce’s lap. 

      “ anywho, ” he continues, picking up one of the tablets he’s salvaged. “ you’re right, though. i know there are a few people out there with generators ( and i’m trying to come up with a solution for that whole situation, too, don’t worry ) but there’s a positive bit to being the only one with the lights on. people see us, bruce. the tower’s a BEACON, it draws people in. 

       “ on the other hand, you’re… right. ” tony closes his eyes. the images are still fresh in his mind. it’s funny, he’d been so quick to say that he was fine – that he’d finally RECOVERED from new york. then everything went to shit again and he was back in that wormhole. back in that abyss where nothing made sense, where all his reason burst into flames. “ but there are people out there that have a lot of power, bruce. and some with friends in high places. not everyone is on thanos’ side. we just gotta get ‘em together. that’s the only struggle. but i’m working on that. ” he musters another smile; looser, but no less strained. “ you know what i miss ? wikipedia. most of it was wrong ( and i had to re-write my page about fourteen times ) but – it’s the small things, y’know ? ”

[bvnners-blog]

      bruce detaches his wringing hands, a nervous habit of his, to pull on the jacket. he zips it up mid-chest. ❝ thanks,❞  bruce murmurs. it’s not the most comfortable fit, and the nylon fabric rustles with any kind of movement he makes, but it’s an improvement-- a slight improvement at that, but an improvement all the same. 

       ❝ pessimism free, ❞ he repeats, and his hands are wringing again, but he stands to his feet.  ❝ got it. ❞ the tremor running through his arms persists, his limbs feel a little bit like jelly, and everything just aches. but bruce bears with it-- cause if tony can keep his cool in the midst of what very well may be the apocalypse, then he can at least try to do the same. so he sidles to tony’s side and reaches for one of the working tablets. 

        ❝ ok-- yeah. you’re right. ❞ bruce exhales slowly, flicks on the tablet and does what he tony and do best: search for a solution. he does take a moment to glance up at tony’s little comment about wikipedia, and even catches a glimpse of the smile that curves his features with a little more ease than earlier.  ❝ i think i miss google most-- but that’s hardly something small, is it ? ❞ 

[stcrkstruck-blog]

        today, tony’s gotten LUCKY. that hasn’t happened in—well, a while. and he certainly hasn’t had high hopes since the attack. three days in and the first face he’s greeted with is not human, and that seems to say a lot about his impending stroke of so-called luck. no internet, no roommates, a really shitty makeover on the tower – yeah, the cards have NOT been in his favor. 

until now, that is. now that he’s finally gotten someone to listen to him. someone to actually consider his plan. sure, PLAN is a loose term, because tony has no idea whether or not it’s actually going to work, but—well, that’s how most of them start anyway, isn’t it ? 

“ so, i think it’s best i start out with some honesty. in the last 72 hours, i may have fallen in the insanity pool, but i think it’s fair to say that we’ve all been there, done that. especially considering that that whole thing— ” he throws in a vague gesture, “ —outside ? yeah, it’s like a really bad sci-fi flick. this ATTACK ? just the trailer. we have to do something before the actual movie starts. what, you ask ? well, what we used to do. ASSEMBLE. with… some new recruits. yeah, that’s all i got. think that over while i try to bring back GOOGLE. ”

[bvnners-blog]

      despite everything, bruce is thankful-- even if just a little-- that the hulk remembered enough to oh so kindly drop him off at what remained of tony’s tower. and what remained of the tower, to bruce’s surprise, was more than he’d expected. at the very least it’d lost a few floors; the tower was actually still standing among other things, and most importantly, still had electricity.

      bruce is in his pants-- only his pants. there’s a slight tremor coursing up and down his arms, but for the most part he’s okay. covered in dust and barely able to recall the past three days, but mostly okay. yeah. he knows the more he keeps his mind on the ache wedged between his joints the worst it’s probably gonna get. so he focuses on tony, his voice, and his skill to remain such a snarky smartass while standing in the wreckage of his own home. 

         ❝ good plan but uh-- how exactly are we supposed to do that ? i don’t see another light as bright as the tower right now, so it’s safe to assume you’re one of the very few people with electricity. besides, wha--what then ? we go all in like independence day ? with what, tony ? thanos... thanos has an army probably bigger than any handful of volunteers we might be able to scrounge up. ❞

[shaggyrogers]

There is no place on Earth I can go where I’m not a monster.