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THIS THIS THIS.

ah yes i remembered the other thing i was thinking about after my second thunderbolts watch (spoilers)

this was more just me piecing things together, but

that whole final scene in the lab was spectacular. i like how the movie makes you believe that bob is fighting his depression and he is putting an effort into recovery by standing up to the void, but as he starts beating up the void, you see that he is losing control. he is beating himself, he is punching himself.

the void will always be a part of him, his mental illness with always be a part of him. so when he fights it, he’s fighting himself, he is hurting himself. all those hints of him thinking he makes everything worse, he’s letting it all out, he’s exploding (which is what happens when you ‘push it all down’ like yelena suggested), and i really relate to this. when he lost control, he started hurting himself. a lot of representation of mental illness shows people externalizing and hurting other people, but internalizing is very real too, when the person loses control and hurts themself. that’s what bob was doing

turns out, as he is ruthlessly punching the void, it’s only hurting him more. the darkness is spreading through him and overtaking him, showing that the whole action of shoving your pain down is dangerous, because it always bubbles up and comes out worse than it would have before. it ends up hurting more, it’s more dangerous and terrifying than it would have been. the more you feed into the darkness, the more it hurts you. that’s why bucky said “this isn’t right”, because bob is hurting himself, he isn’t healing. that’s also why yelena said “you’re giving him what he wants” because when you hurt yourself, you’re giving the depression what it wants, you’re feeding it. that’s why the void just kept smiling and laughing as bob hit him.

one of the main themes of this movie is basically it’s fucking hard, but you have to keep fighting, you have to keep fucking trying. so i like that the movie has you realize that bob fighting that dark and dangerous side of him only hurts him more. his mental illness is part of who he is, the goal is just to find a way where he isn’t defined by his illness, where he can find a way to live with it and still thrive. that’s an incredibly important message, that mental illness and disabilities are not necessarily something to be fought off, they are something you need to learn to accept and live with, because it’s a part of you.

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Song: "Ruler or Everything" by Chonny Jash

THIS VERSE IS SO ERYN-CODED BRO. She's definitely singing the "Now I understand, mechanical hands are the ruler of everything, ruler of everything. You're the ruler of everything in the end..." part.

Eryn sits down, not saying a single word. Her head is killing her, almost like a migraine coming on. She looks at the four kids and Natemare nervously, and she bites the inside of her cheek hard enough for it to start bleeding.

Not even close to a portion of what they went through or what you did to Natemare.

The words echo through her head, but she shoves that voice those thoughts away. What the fuck is going on with her? She'll listen to and go along with whatever they have to say or do, and she won't say a single word or make a single move. Its their turn.

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'..."

Eryn coughs, spitting up blood.

"You fucking lied," she yells, her voice hoarse. "When I thought I was dead, and I was hellbent on finding him, you said spirits couldn't die a second time. YOU LIED. I- I killed them, Phantom! My stupid actions led to their second deaths. They were just kids! They'd already had a horrible death alongside him, and Natemare was caring for them. They were a family. And I killed them. They were probably terrified as their whole home collapsed. They were kids..." she repeats, her voice trembling. She hauls herself into a sitting position, staring at Phantom.

"You should have let him kill me."

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'..."

TUMBLR STOP IT PLEASE WTF

OH GOD MY ASKS ARE SENDING ALL AT ONCE. OH NO.

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)

I LOVE THIS SM YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO CUTE OP

say hi to bob

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

FUCK JKR. FUCK HER.

"I don't like JRK but I still love Harry Potter"

You have blood on your hands

Burn your fucking Harry Potter merch or be burned with it.

I'm fucking livid.