drhfgordon submitted:

[Eee. Banana. He 'peels' and 'unpeels' it. That's entertainment, right there. He loves it.

My muse walks between the corpses after a tremendous battle. A drabble about their feelings.

Bruce didn't know why he was here, among the rubble. He was weak. He was hungry. He was tired. But, the Hulk had left him there. The Hulk had left him with broken buildings and the bodies which had been in them. He could hardly recognize any faces. Many of them had scared looks on their faces. Bruce felt his stomach churn.

He hadn't walked very far, hadn't seen very much, when he finally collapsed, too weak and too sickened to continue. He threw up, though there was nothing really left in his belly. He kept heaving and heaving until he was crying. He gripped a broken piece of concrete for support.

I’ve heard people do this

harlowora replied to your post: outofthecowl:Does anyone else save URLs for…

…sometimes, I do this.

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((Not just you.))

Oh good. I’ve got a Saul Goodman, Victor Zsasz, and Sterling Archer that just sort of stare at me every time I’m on this account.

He spends a lot of time wondering what it means to be human, and if things like jealousy and rage and stupidity makes you less human, or if they are just as much a part of humanity as the rest. He wonders what it would take to lose your humanity, and if it is as easy as snapping into a rage or committing a sin, or if it's much harder, if it takes years of mental preparation and practice, or if some great machine can extract it, or some lengthy procedure can just turn it off.

And he wonders if he might one day lose his humanity, and what that would mean for his crew, and his species, and his home.

He wonders if he is right to defend humanity.

((Do I know you or what.))

((w e l p))