Oct 17, 2021
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@bcrtonhawk
These last few months have been the worst. The absolute worst. Out of all the adjectives that Bobbi could use, that’s the nicest one. The rest would make her mother blush. For obvious reasons, she’s not exactly sure what to do when someone is resurrected. Bringing flowers is out of the question. Ever since her mind has been righted she’s developed a strong aversion to everything that blooms. Besides, she doesn’t want to trigger Clint with a bouquet. Instead, she makes dinner. It’s nothing fancy, but he had always liked her pasta back when they were married. Getting into his apartment had been easy considering the fact that she had a key at this point.
They aren’t dating. That’s not why Bobbi has the key. It’s more in case something happened to him — and something had. She’d had to go to his place to get him clothes before the resurrection. For a good ten minutes she had just cried in the living room. Right now, there are no tears. There’s just the scent of garlic and sauce that simmers in the pot.
“Hey, you.” Bobbi glances over her shoulder when the door opens. Her fingers are still bandaged from where she’d rubbed them raw and bloody trying to dig Clint out from the rubble. Her hands remain hurt, but physically he’s fine. There’s no indication that he’d been crushed to death. Bobbi pastes on a smile and tries to block out that image. “You better be hungry, because I made too much. How’s the team?”
Going feral over Jay Jongseong Park goodbye
Haha sorry for being dead
One: my eyes are like the blurry dizzy you get when you get food poisoning in minecraft
2: I'm going through withdrawal and awful nightmates
And 3: did not have any internet all weekend anyways
IM SWERVING FOR HEESEUNG. JAKE MY LOVE, IM SORRY, BUT GOD DAMN BRO HEESEUNG IS JUST SO 😩😩😩💘💘💞💗💝💞💗💘 BABY BAMBI MY BELOVED
Just had an aneurism trying to remember the 17th. I still don't remember what happened on the 17th. I don't even remember what happened this morning.
WAIT HEESEUNG GROWLED !!?!?!!? GIMME THE FUCKIN LINK GIMME I PROMISE ILL TOUCH GRASS AFTERWARSS GIMME GIMME PLS I WANNA SEE
Oh my god my stomach is killing me rn