EVERYBODY GO CHECK OUT MY FRIEND'S FANFIC RIGHT NOW!!!

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.

Hate that woman so much.

YOU hate JK Rowling!

bob doodles because i went and saw thunderbolts for the second time yesterday

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'..."

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I'm archive-locking my works. I won't let my stories that I WORKED HARD ON be used by AI scrapers. I encourage those who see this post to do the same, as scraper bots use anonymous accounts.

OH MY GOD I'M GONNA CRY YEARS OF JOY. WILFORD!!!!! EGO CONTENT!! AJDHRUEHIWBDJEU3FB

WAIA SEQUEL?!?!?

COMING SOON?!??!??!!?

MY HYPE IS AT AN ALL TIME HIGH????

"Wha- huh?" Eryn stared at them. She called out the one name she knew, but all four were gone.

"Fritz? What... what the fuck just happened?!" Her heart was pounding. They'd just... vanished. She stood up from her chair, looking frantically at Phantom.

"What?? No, no- They- where did they go?! What did I do?!"

your fault your fault your fault your fault your fault your fault

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'..."

OHHHHH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

|| Cackling in my corner >:) (i don't know the context but it's probably gonna be something horrible and it'll be like that one TikTok audio from BoJack Horseman where the guy goes "Whats that? The library thanking you for never returning a book late?" "That was my brother, Tommy. My dad just died." "OH MY GOD."

|| 'Do you want another tattoo'

Ace, that is brutal. 😭

Everybody shut up and go listen to this right now. Then watch the music video.

https://youtu.be/ye7pMF5B4wM?si=QfOqPYRWNkgXJJF5