I Need John Walker Sobbing In A Corner During A Mental Breakdown And Bob Has No Idea What Do But Just

"i need your help, and even if you won't admit it, you need mine"

cherik playing chess is 2026 might cure me

john performs small acts of service when no one's looking and pretends like he doesn't. who sometimes puts away the dishes? john, but if anyone enters the kitchen, he immediately drops the dish he's holding on purpose. who sometimes refills water for yelena's guinea pig? john, but if anyone sees him, he starts drinking the water himself.

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

ao3 authors collectively agreed that althea wishes she were deaf instead of blind (iykyk) which is how i have read countless variations of her character verbally stating such (it's basically standard atp)

due to ava and yelena having what i can only assume was a very regimented early adulthood between SHIELD and The Red Room

my headcanon is that, out of the millenial Thunderbolts, only bob and john experienced Vine firsthand

it’s a huge shock to bob when they’re all being driven somewhere and, like a reflex, john says “road work ahead?” upon seeing the eponymous sign

he recovers quickly enough to say “uh yeah i sure hope it does” back to john and just beams at him

"who thought it was smart to make sam wilson the next cap-" steve rogers, now shut up.

the droll delivery of james and michael when explaining their characters' signature moves on the graham norton show is immaculate

whether i'm hyperfixating on sambucky, stucky, or stony depends on if i'm feeling like i need to heal, need to yearn, or need to get irrationally upset

the fact that losing neil is what ultimately encouraged todd to live will haunt me for eternity