HIS HANDS ARE SO EXPRESSIVE, IF THAT MAKES SENSE. Yancy Makes A Lot Of Gestures When We See Him, And

Hello? Tf is this, Tumblr? We have a filter for a reason. No need to go all crazy crackdown on us.

( @notyourglitchbitch ngl I giggled a bit but then got miffed, like hoe, why are you censored???)

Eryn looks at him and nods slightly, though it's not really comprehending in her head as to why this was a good thing.

"...you're welcome," she responds after a moment. She hears the hissing of smoke, turning her head to see one of Phantom's Collected. Maybe it's the guilt talking, but she just doesn't want to be healed. She's not exactly thinking straight either, not in the best headspace. Maybe that's partially due to the blood loss. Her shoulder screams with even the slightest of movements, blood drips from her face, her arms are torn to hell and back, and her torso isn't faring too well either.

( @the-original-red-devil )

Eryn doesn't know how long she sleeps for, but she finds herself slowly stirring a while later. She keeps her eyes closed, rolling over and hoping to go back to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It may have been 3am, but that didn't mean Eryn's guard was any less vigilant, standing stock-still just a few feet away, sword still in her hand. In the time the teen had slept, several more souls had come into the room, all of them with the same palpable tension as Callithie, though none of them had chosen to arm themselves. The only light came from Tobias now, softly glowing through the darkness, the flickering, shimmering quality of his flames making the light dance. Tap. Tap. Tap. Every single soul tensed, straightening slightly - in one case sitting up from where they'd been half-laying in the curve of an aerial hoop - looking around for the source. Callithie raised her blade a little higher. "...if shit hits the fan, protect the kid," murmured a soft, southern-accented voice. Lilia shifted slightly, pulling blonde curls up into a more combat-ready ponytail. "None of us can die... she 'ain't so safe from whatever's comin'..."

Mel: (over the phone) “Someone named Bob”

Bucky: (looking at the others) “Bob?”

Yelena, Alexei, Walker & Ava: (in unison) “Bob!”

you will never understand unless you watch Thunderbolts* how fucking hilarious this scene was.

— Thunderbolts*

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TUMBLR PLEASE LET ME SEND ASKS

Whoops! Show's over, Jameson!

(don't worry, he's fine. Those are friendship strings and he's yawning. he's just sleepy there's no puppeteering happening here)

But y'all I found a new drawing program and now the rut I've been in is COMPLETELY gone. It feels so good to create again 😭

Me when, no bullshit, I only listened to Natewantstobattle for the entirety of March, had a 5000 song streak and now I have 7200+ total plays for him... and not to mention i have over 2800 plays on Mangled (Natemare hyperfixation)

Is being a Radiohead fan just eternal despair and agony?? (Friend showed me Fake Plastic Trees and I am crying.)

IM NOT WRONG THO

IM A FREAK AND I LOVE WOMEN AND KISSING WOMEN

I cannot WAIT to see all the Void fanart and edits omg