But Steve knew about the Hulk? He just thought it didn't matter when you're meeting a person for the first time. But god, Tony, Tony, I thought I couldn't love you more and then you went on in Science Dialect and just, like, quietly attached yourself to Bruce in all the best and bittersweet ways. <3

I'm not sure I can write strictly within one genre anymore. The world is never so serious that you can't find the humor, black or blue or any other color, underlying it somewhere, but at the same time it just isn't real if it isn't breaking your heart in some way. Not that I'm claiming a stoner!fic has any pretension of being that fucking deep, but in general, I mean - well, I'm not sure what I mean at this point, hopefully you get my point anyway. I hope, with enough practice, that before I die I'll be able to effectively use writing as an outlet for it.