Everybody Shut Up And Go Listen To This Right Now. Then Watch The Music Video.

Ho did you just twist the knife?

Why me? Why did it have to be me?

Wrote another Thunderbolts* fanfic, please help im falling into the rabbithole

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65505274

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I LOVE THIS

"It's no use fighting."

30.04.25

Man thunderbolts was really good, didn't think a day would come when I'd willingly go to the cinema to see a marvel movie again lol

not sure how the highlight on Sentry is for you viewing this, switched between 3 different screen and its either too light/too dark/just in the middle lol

ANOTHER LORE PROJECT LET'S GOOOOO

THE VOID FILES

Trying a few four letters possibilities for the website we've been getting codes for... and here it is? It's been registered less than a month ago, somewhere in Portugal. Coincidence? I think not.

You guys know who you are. You cannot escape the compliment.

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

I can never not make playlists for my OCs. It's like an unspoken law.

That you at the bottom, @notyourglitchbitch?

A doodle :3

"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'..."

ITS MY BOY

Mangled by NateWantsToBattle Music Video