Actors, like it or not, their voices carry deeply into the culture: people look towards them for attitudes, for right or wrong, and today, the mainstream media doesn’t really balance the unheard.

Mark Ruffalo, Hulk: (Seems) Most Likely To Keep His Cool 

Photo by: Tamar Levine | Installation by: Melissa Cripe & Matt Adams

Like everyone else in this fandom...

I’m back. Thor Ragnarok kicked Bruce in to high gear. Well, Hulk, too. I’m uh. 

Hey guys. Let’s do this.

time to get new friends

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Hand out your chuckles while you can.

I need your love

let’s break the curse.

a better alternative is forever

Hulk by Alexander Lozano.

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

Bruce ran a quick glance up and down Tony’s form. A quirked eyebrow, a small smirk. 

“That is part of why you keep me around, I suppose.”

Bruce knew his work was saved, so he stood, reveling in the feel of the engineer so close to him.

“Have I been... neglecting you?”

Bruce cleared his throat, “This is a lab, not an observatory. Can I help you?” He didn’t bother turning around; he had a feeling he knew who was there, anyway.

freedomgeneral:

{ PSA }

I am willing to rewrite threads. Want to make our muses kiss for the first time but we’ve been there done that? Let’s do it again. Want to make your muse say this to my muse, but we’ve already been down that route? Do it again. I don’t care if we completely follow the same plot as before or we change bits and pieces of it. I really just enjoy writing with you!

Bruce raised an eyebrow, stretching as he made eye contact with the other man. He saw the look, the need, the desire on the engineer’s face. 

“Can I help you, Tony?”

Bruce cleared his throat, “This is a lab, not an observatory. Can I help you?” He didn’t bother turning around; he had a feeling he knew who was there, anyway.

Bruce jumped at the tone, the physical contact. Of course. Of course he fucking knew he’d be here. He tried to be so smooth, to cause the least amount of issues.

Fuck

“Apparently not?”

Was that it? Really? This is all he fucking had when confronted by Tony fucking Stark in a night club. 

nucleardoctor:

Bruce was just… enjoying the atmosphere.

Right.

Whatever lie he had told himself, whatever fucked up story would convince him that he was “blending in”, that maybe no one would find him here.

Fuck, he didn’t even know why he was here. 

He licked his lips, drinking the water the bar had been kind enough to provide. “I’m the driver.” The lie slipped off the tongue easily enough, but everyone here probably had uber at their fucking fingertips. Another sigh, another look around the room…

Tony.

Of course.

Tony fucking Stark was at this fucking nightclub. Of. Fucking. Course he was!

With. A kid? No. Hopefully not some eighteen year old little fuck, but that could have been exactly the case. Maybe… Maybe Bruce should get going sooner than later. He stood up smoothly, trying to not draw attention to himself. 

Tony seemed busy, he wouldn’t notice anything with that little thing writhing in his lap. 

Bruce wasn’t bitter - “Fuck, man, watch where you’re going!” The voice was loud, louder than it should be over the music. Someone had bumped in to him, or was it the other way around. He stood his ground, eyebrow raised as he looked over the man. “Of course.” And then he was blending back in the crowd out the door.

They took their shots, chasing the taste on one another’s skin, but Tony wasn’t paying attention to anyone else. Even the Bruce-look-alike was forgotten because the body in his arms was warm and enticing and oh so available. Tony let out a low growl when he was knocked into by some massive man, hearing him above the din of the club and the voice that answered - hell Tony would know that voice anywhere. 

His eyes searched the crowd and eventually settled on the curls of his hair, Tony moving like a well oiled machine through the dancing people. “You’re kidding right?” He growled it out, grabbing Bruce’s shoulder to turn him, the unspoken accusation in his eyes. Because Bruce had hurt him. Bruce had left him. Bruce had strung him along for months that he gave a damn and then let Tony handle the shambles of his life on his own. 

It wasn’t fucking fair, and then Tony tried to get one night’s peace only for Bruce to take that too.

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