#ummmmm. hi

[muirneach]

where his black eyes once glared so hard you might've wondered if he shattered the photographer's lens, van zandt now appears withdrawn……here he sits resigned, head in hand, in a perfectly painted kitchen where everything is neatly arranged, as in a doll's house. - john kruth, on the differences between the album covers for our mother the mountain and self titled

[shepscapades]

In light of my recent… Minor (tm) Ranchers obsession, and also in light of the confirmation that the life series are canon to dbhc, I raise for consideration: dbhc wamcherms…. ;.; sniff. wanchers…

Tango is already deviant by the start of Double Life, so the burned ranch isn’t what triggers his deviancy or anything, but this does leave him with permanent damage. His model is built to withstand extreme heat and explosions, but I imagine that he gets so angry that his insides fry, circuits catching flame and making the plastic shell crack from the inside out, kind of like an engine fire erupting from the hood of a car. Jimmy knows next to nothing about androids, so he just does what he thinks is best: keeping Tango from hurting anyone else and… shouting every computer lingo phrase he can think of in the hopes it’ll do something to get him to calm down.

[kuni-kuun]

Afterhours

Photo taken from here

[anxioussailorsoldier]

captain link!! (introduced back in this comic but more info in tags)

[mitsies]

isagi yoichi can’t take his eyes off you.

you’re not even wearing anything special— an old shirt that’s been demoted to pajamas and some short shorts that ride up dangerously high. your hair is tousled and in your face in a less-than-elegant way, and sleep drags at your eyelids. you’re not quite put together, not quite what you would consider presentable. but he’s still unable to look at anything but you.

today marks the first day of living in your new shared apartment. all the big furniture has been moved in, including the couch which is what the both of you were sat on now. your laptop, propped up on a box rather than a stand, plays some cheaply made film which you insist was really good. but you look more asleep than awake, so isagi doubts that you agree with your own sentiment. you’re exhausted, that much is obvious. he would be too, if your company didn’t always give him energy.

you’re curled into his side like a cat, head resting on his shoulder staring blankly at the screen. your shirt rides up in some places revealing lengths of skin that glow beneath the moonlight that slips in through the apartment’s windows. late night air filters in but all he really wants to breath in is you, and how you smell, and how you taste.

you must’ve noticed his gaze fixed on you at some point, because you turn your head to meet his eyes. you’re so pretty, he thinks, like this. laying on him, so beautiful, like an oil painting. he thinks you look unreal. a hand skims down your side, planting itself on your hip as he tries to bring you closer still. you hum, “yoichi?”

“yeah, babe?”

you purse your lips. “is there something on my face, or what?”

isagi blinks at you. “no, you’re good. why?”

“so you’re just staring at me, then.”

heat rises to his ears as he tries to fight a grin. god, he’s so in love with you— your words, your face, your whole entire being. “can’t a guy just appreciate his amazing, lovely, cool, spectacular girlfriend?”

you’re not stupid. you know that look, that hunger, those eyes. and the night isn’t over yet, you decide, as you rise from your place on his side, dragging yourself to be seated on his lap. he’s so stupidly enamoured by you, how you fit him above him so perfectly, and how you would fit even better beneath him. his hand finds your thighs and yours move to his jaw. he’s sure he’s equally a mess, hair mussed and bags beneath his eyes, but he’s also sure that he’s looking at you like you’re a greek god, and you’ve personally hung all the stars in the sky. some kind of angel, meant only for him.

“add a few more adjectives and we have a deal,” you tease, breath ghosting his cheek. he shivers beneath you. you know what you’re getting into.

it’s maybe 2 in the morning. the movie is still running on the laptop. the only things unpacked are a set of dishes, the couch, the bed, and an armoire. you’re a mess, he is too, and you’re both dead tired, but when he kisses you it’s like none of that really matters anymore.

his palms and fingers are digging into the flesh of your thighs, hot and heavy and demanding, as he tries to close any semblance of distance left. greedy, he’s so greedy, with how he swallows the surprised noise you let out when his teeth bite your bottom lip. you’re suddenly not so tired anymore, as you all but melt into his touch. pliant like a sculptor and his art, you allow isagi you meld you into anything he wants you to be, anything and more. a hand remaining on his jaw, the other travels to his hair as you try to pull him closer.

when the both of you finally break away for air, he can’t help but think you look even better now. breathless, your mouth hangs open a little as you breathe in sharp mouthfuls of air. your lips are reddened and swollen, and your pupils are blown up and god, you’ve got to be some kind of divine figure sitting on top of him like that. and he wants to ruin you.

the night is only young. the movie is almost over on the laptop screen. the only furniture that’s been unpacked is this couch, and your new bed. he grins at you, and it’s all teeth. (you know what you’re getting into.)

isagi yoichi can’t take his eyes off you.

[johnbassplayercutie]

this photo got me thinking things 🤭😳

[rebouks]

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Oscar: Hey, man-.. didn’t think you’d be here ‘til later. Ivan: I lost my fuckin’ phone. Oscar: Again? Ivan: Will y’ping it on that thing for me? Oscar: If it’s in your garage again, I swear… Ivan: The bastard thing ain’t in there-.. just fuckin’ ping it! Oscar: Okay, okay.. keep your knickers on, geez. Ivan: I could’a done without this today. Oscar: You’re gonna have to start thinking about your blood pressure one day, chill out. Ivan: Yeah, yeah-.. where is it? Oscar: Uh, Oasis Springs..? Ivan: No, it ain’t! Oscar: Well, it is. Ivan: What the… Oscar: Say bye-bye phone. Ivan: God fuckin’ dammit-.. someone must’ve nicked it. Oscar: That’ll teach you. Ivan: [groans] For fuck’s sake. Oscar: Don’t mind uncle Ivan’s terrible language. Ivan: Yours ain’t no better. Oscar: What’ve you done-.. why do you look guilty? [Robin balked, lamenting the lack of control he had over his own face; he definitely had some work to do there] Robin: I don’t! Oscar: Uh-huh-.. who’s done what? [Robin hastily thought of something innocuous that’d still annoy his father enough to distract him whilst he escaped] Robin: Uh-.. I ate the last éclair. Oscar: You little shit… Robin: My bad!

[holyurei]

dark sebastian

[goldenwaves]

should i tear my heart out now? everything i feel returns to you, somehow (♫)

[gaywizardzone]

in april 2023 immediately after chapter 247 i was like oh they're splitting up? kanda's going to get a taste of his own dramatic thank you medicine. then i drew this just for fun sketch with that in mind and immediately forgot about it for the next six months. imagine my surprise and delight last week at 249

[the-holy-ghosted]

and then he didnt

[branwendaughterofllyr]

as if we don't semi-regularly bring up the horror that is Lysa and Jon's marriage. It's one of the main reasons why Lysa Is The Way She Is. it's the foil to Cat and Ned's happy marriage, as it really is sheer luck if a woman ends with a "good" marriage. The whole situation that leads up to the marriage literally haunts Hoster on his death bed. Girl.

[lanternbats]

[pinkavtomation]

Water me, my memories are wilting

Sketch under the cut !

[hideousvampire]