Yelena In Thunderbolts*:

This right here. Don't infantilize him, please.

I want to talk about Bob.

I want to talk about Bob and how fandom treats characters with mental illnesses, because I’m already seeing this shit.

Spoilers below the cut.

His arc is so good, and yet some people are really just focusing on making him into “UwU babygirl” material. I know, this is tumblr, home of the babygirlified characters.

But there’s heavier context here. We’re talking about someone who survived an abusive childhood and overcame the addiction he used to self-medicate for a wildly unrepresented/stigmatized illness.

His memory loss is not cute. It’s traumatic. He’s traumatized.

Yes, it’s important that he absolutely can be seen as a love interest, as a favorite blorbo, as a comfort character. In fact, I think he will be for many people with mental illnesses. His story resonates.

But there’s a systemic, historic pattern of treating mentally ill folks as children, or incapable.

The situation with Valentina is a metaphor for conservatorship. She handles him, makes decisions for him, all while talking down to him.

Don’t let fandom do that to him, too.

Her nightmare

Eryn startled a bit as she was lifted up.

"Sorry! Sorry. I thought this was abandoned. I'd been looking at the history 'n stuff and wanted to explore. I didn't know it was still inhabited. Sorry, sir," she replies, trying to hide the confusion that still lingered as she rubbed the back of her aching head. Wait. Hold on a minute. Though it was hard to see, there was a clock in the back, reading 11:14. That was close to when she arrived. Things slowly started to click together in her head as she recalled the comment made about hitting her head. She'd been unconscious, and none of the things with Phantom and the violent interaction with Natemare hadn't happened. It was one hell of a mindfuck, but it did make sense.

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'..."

OH MY GOD?? THIS IS SO COOL, I'M SO HAPPY PEOPLE HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT MARE AND STILL MAKE ART OF HIM!!!!!! (A WEEK OR SO AGO I POSTED ASKING PEOPLE TO DRAW HIM, MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!!) OP @lisathecake YOU ARE SO COOL

HELLO i just remembered tumblr exists

oke im gonna run away now

Ho did you just twist the knife?

Why me? Why did it have to be me?

Now why in the hells does my Algebra teacher have a dancing fruit video playing...

CHONNY'S HERE, SCATTER!

this is where ill post quirky, relatable posts about love, life and shame.

just after pigs fly, hell freezes over, and i go to therapy.

He is so very important to me.

NOW WE HAVE THE FUCKING ELVISVERSE?! 😭😭

how it feels opening tumblr recently

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST TUMBLR POST IVE GOTTEN