You and Goldie, both.

If you stay, I promise I will only keep kicking you. I don't imagine hallucinations get tired, but you will.

[ From crouched to seated, she draped a leg over his own, and rested her head on his shoulder. ]

You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Bob. You've made it this far without me.

[ she crouches low. staring into the eyes of a 'god' felled by her own hand. how long since she'd seen them? how much until they saw her? ]

Of course. Soon you will wake up. Return to a life warmed by another.

Good.

[ a snap front kick planting her boot in his chest ought to be a surprise then. ]

Do I ever hit you when you say foolish things like that to me?

/ you hate me and you think I'm tall

Mm. Sound strategy. Draw attention to your disheveled apearance. Ask you to tend to your heart.

And what do you usually do after that?

/ no its okay, i know where i stand

Must be. What do I usually do in these hallucinations?

/ omg..... i'm so sorry you feel this way

👋 🙂‍↕️

/ ME?? You're exaggerating, surely you're jesting.

😔

/ i've been saying this all day and I feel like no one's hearing me...

👋

...

/ wait i meant to write that from this account

He takes after his father.

𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙

/ the shell shock from finally, and fully, being released from a constant high pressure zone really does make you realize just how much you've been carrying and for how long.

rest up, warrior, you deserve the chance to breathe

/ they really killed my girl in a rewrite after promising her the world.

i'm devastated.

/ couldn't have it be the 'Yelena & Bob' movie with everyone else getting side stories & arcs, i guess.

/ I'm gonna throw myself out the god damned window.

[ interview snippet from olga about her role in thunderbolts* (2025), translated from French ]

She can't find her armory.

That was fine she could clean her knives, at least.

She had three to her person, each one dripping red and - No, she'd just cleaned these.

How did they-?

No matter. She had more gauze, she could start over after she cleaned - ? Where ... ?

She can't find her armory.

Goose and a Watermelon.

/ what the hell am I supposed to do with this?

Greendenvie on twitter is out here remixing modern art.

It's you. It's just you.

any demons, monsters, cruel gods, or dying cosmic spirits need a champion, assassin , or avatar for their will on the mortal plane?

hit a bitch up, do I have a deal for you.