I'm Going To Get Past 2000 Listens. (No, I Don't Have A Problem, What Do You Mean? I'm Completely Normal,

So, I wrote a Thunderbolts* fanfic if anybody wants to check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65488000

Her nightmare

Ngl I hated him for a while but he's so well written... after thunderbolts* I've found that he's growing on me

Ship or not, John is Bob’s second closest Thunderbolt after Yelena:

Despite his initial animosity, John seemed genuinely concerned when Bob sacrificed himself to distract the special forces from pursuing the trio. He ignored Ava’s instructions to leave, waiting for Yelena to say.

Aside from Yelena, he was the only one who faced Bob’s dark essence before the final battle (Bob probably also saw what was going on in his mind).

Despite seeing John as a complete ass, Bob treated him far more gently in the fight than he did Bucky and Alexei, though John was just as aggressive as they were (attacking, shooting).

He was the one who encouraged Bob and who praised him.

He was also the first to rush to help Yelena restrain Bob, despite having been impaled by a piece of iron just a minute before.

When John learned that Bob’s abusive father used to call him “Bobby”, he stopped doing it.

Other little thing: John was the one who freed Bob and saw his capsule in its opened state.

GIGGLING THIS IS SO REAL

If mentally unstable why pookie shaped?

Linkin Park reference...

"HELLO CHASE"

How could I have not made fanart of THE BOY!! He is back and I am so hype!!

MARE ART MARE ART AIDJJSBRIANRISBRIFBWBF

NATEMARE

but in glasses(kinda

When you're so invested in the plot of an rp you find yourself checking the blog every four seconds

(They're so fucking gay JESUSSSS)

Eryn isn't expecting the cat to suddenly launch itself at her, and she stumbles as she finds herself in the memory. Her heart burns as she looks at the four animatronics. They were gone before she got there, and she wasn't the one to cause them to disappear as much as her brain wanted to convince her, but... God. They were so young to have their lives violently ripped away from them.

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'..."