#bomberboys

[bjktsfan]

Feeling lucky?

[get-rammed]

So I’m stupid and didn’t realize there was an entire fox about Trevor and his world- Anyways I’m reading it, not currently done but yeah.

Now I want Trevor AND Rodney. Why do you do this to me.

And also when I was reading about Rodney all I could think was “This mf is Sans Undertale!”

A meme that could absolutely kill you. Aware of his audience. I mean seriously.

It's a....meaty doc. Good way for me to get everything in some order for myself and for others

A you can have Trevor or Rodney. But never both. Make you CHOOSE

Sans could actually wipe the floor with Rodney though. And Rodney is only partially aware he's fake. Could never directly address the audience or change his surroundings because he's not that aware. Just aware he's being watched and kind of aware nothing matters. Something that can be easily shrugged off as he's losing his mind, or that he's being watched by a Location Entitity. An sans isn't the first character to do this kind of thing. The comparison isn't fair an blah blah blah

That being said. I have drawn Rodney with my Sans in the past because they should be in a room together

[allmightyraccon]

I'm curious, does anyone out there know that manga called " Bomber Boy "?

I honestly never heard anyone talk about that manga.

(It's crazy how most books I like aren't popular and that I almost never see content about them. Definitely some kind of dark magic.)

It's really short (4 volumes) but it's pretty good for what it is. The art is definitely not bad and the story doesn't go all over the place.

(I personally hate stories that focuses on everything except the main plot.)

So yeah, I was just curious if anyone already read it or heard of it. And for those who first heard of that with my post, I think you should probably give it a go if you like war stories.

[hyped-up-on-girl-pills]

So I’m rewatching Harris bomberboi’s new video and…can we just appreciate the absolute hilarious irony of this movie poster from James Somerton’s likely scam company Telos Pictures

[jacketsquad]

Manic Bomberboys in the lockerroom...

[tekkoman]

Bomberboy doodles

[thelreads]

Alright Bakugo, now the moment of truth, are you gonna sit there and sulk about not being as good as midoriya, or are you going to jump up there and fight till someone is dead?

Someone besides Midoriya I mean

Oh here comes a flashback, let us see what's gonna propel bomberboy into the skies

[chalkodareal]

did you know bomberman is canonically ten years old? just a fun fact 🙂

sigh. listen im assuming someone is back to posting old drawings again so im assuming the worst. listen ot me. hes ten years old in the anime bomberman jetters. and if you were to check the source, you would SEE that. bomberman has had many itterations and that is ONE of them. i do not blame you for trusting google. the bomberman is whatever image of mine you're looking at is going to be based on the artwork from the 90s of bomberman, whom is a robot with an indeterminate age in most games from that time period spare maybe bomberboy. i do get why people get this wrong and i hate arguing about ages because it makes me feel gross just as much as you. but bomberman in jetters is ten, bomberman in bomberman games NOT set in jetters is almost always an ageless robot.

[keepfronting]

#bomberboy #gameboy #nintendogameboy #keepfronting

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Just some fanart for this wonderful person https://get-rammed.tumblr.com

[liketorchwork]

moveextras replied to your post: 

Feeds them by throwing a bag of salt at them.

          “A comedian, huh??“

[get-rammed]

I miss them, so I made revamped versions of them for myself...

[niceglitchart]

transparent bomberboy in a big comfy sweater♥

[mixmashysmashup]

[deadbunnys]

Bomber Boy " Midnight" x @roamcouch & @silent_stage #bomberboy #midnight #roamcouch #silentstage #silentstagegallery #arttoy #resintoy #designertoy #designerarttoy #vinylarttoy #resinarttoy #urbantoy #urbanculture #toyart #toystagram #toysofinstagram #alltoysareart #instaart #artgram #deadbunnystore #repost (at Dead Bunny Store) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cise0dSuAUP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[raveyardantics]

Pitch Black

Summary: Inspired by the song “Pitch Black” by Heart Attack Man, we take a look at one of those rare “weaker moments” Danny mentions himself having in The Ultimate Enemy.

Characters: Dark Danny/ ‘Dan’ Phantom, Tucker Foley (major significant mention)

Word Count: 1,055 (quick read)

Rock bottom smile bares its rotting teeth again

Acts like there’s nothing wrong and they’re still my closest friend

Romanticize the fondest memories and good times

And hope that I forget the rest...

Amity Park hadn’t known many days of unanxious peace since the Nasty Burger exploded almost a decade ago, but every few years there seemed to be days of relative calm. Sometimes it was a week in May when the attacks stopped, other times it was a day in either June or September that the city was given a reprieve from assault. March had been worryingly uneventful for them, and while a few citizens saw this as a reason for concern, the majority took the chance to enjoy this nonviolent clarity, since it could be months or even years before the next ceasefire. They were distracted, they knew it, wide open to be blindsided by an attack from the former hero of Amity Park with a new trick up his sleeve, but after seeing so much death and destruction just beyond the barrier, they were desperate for any sliver of hope, any moment of weakness.

That’s all this was for Danny, or at least, that was how he justified his so called “off days”;  weaker moments. He was standing in the ruins of the movie theater outside of the dome’s radius. He couldn’t remember when he had destroyed the building, he had torn down so much these last 3,200 days that unless Valerie or some lesser idiot with a gun and too much ambition challenged him, the wreckage all just blurred together at this point. He wondered if she remembered what today was, if she was going by that pat-on-the-back statue that they’d put across from the Nasty Burger. That should be the first thing I break when I get home, he thought, anger causing his hair to flare up, maybe then I’ll finally tear down that joke of a school, for old time’s sake. 

Finally finding a seat that hadn’t been wrecked beyond function, Danny sat back and closed his eyes, his arms outstretched so that he had a grip on the seat to either side of him, a habit he hadn’t managed to break. In his mind, he could see what this place used to be: he smelled artificial butter flavoring and cheese sauce, he could hear hushed conversations coming from different pockets of the room, various groups excited for the communal experience within a communal experience. They had come here without Sam, he remembered, she had gotten sick and Tucker had convinced Maurice to take them out for the day. Of course, he’d meant after school, but Maurice was the cool dad, so he had foregone school (and work, boy did that man work, maybe he had needed the day off too…) and taken them to see the new Bomberboy movie. Even though the theater had been empty except for the three of them, Danny and Tucker still sat right beside each other, center row for the best experience of yelling at explosions and cheering on implausible violence. 

“I looked for you all,” Danny said to the memory, a fragment of a life taken from him, “I figured: ‘Hey, dead things come back all the time, surely they all can’t have just vanished like that’ and yet, that’s exactly what happened. One minute you were here, the next… boom, and gone. I must’ve searched the entire ghost zone five times before I crawled my way back through a portal. Before I gave up and went crawling to the wizard of whiz with my tail between my legs, I spent weeks just looking for someone, anyone, and I’m gonna be honest, I figured it would be you… I thought if nothing else, Tucker would always have my back.”

He paused as the memory shifted back a few years to them playing at the Foley’s house when they were about six.

“I was right in a way, y’know?” Danny whispered, “Out there, in the ghost zone, after almost two months of nothing, I saw that stupid stoplight outfit and flew straight towards it, happy as hell, but do you know who it was? That stupid green monster I pulled out of you the first time I fought Desiree! Turns out it had just been wandering in the deepest areas picking fights with weaker spirits to make himself stronger... for all the good that did him anyway. Hahahahahah oh I was so goddamn angry! Straw on the camel’s back probably, all downhill after that!!”

Fabric ripped as his grip tightened on the adjacent seats, spectral fire spreading from his fingertips and began turning the weathered molton molten under the pressure.

“I remember the game we used to play at your parents’ house, tag with a twist we made up: the tagger was a super hero and the runner was a bad guy. I was Crash Nebula, you were Tucker, I was Mr. Nightsky, you were Tucker, I was Dan Dangerous… and you were still Tucker. Good or bad, Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom; you were always Tucker. ‘Why be anybody else, I like being me’. I can respect that way of thinking now more than I ever did before.”

Finally standing as the flames spread from the seats to the walls of the room, Danny pulled the tattered beret he had with him and brought it to his eye level. 

“You always did say that I’d be lost without you, Tuck,” he said, a wicked smile dancing in the light of the fire, “but, if I remember right you never did catch me that last time we played…”

Gradually turning his hand intangible, he watched as the faded red artifact slowly sunk through his palm before dropping into the white flames, gone in a flash just like its owner. The theater itself was a dome of roaring white fire at this point, a pale, mocking facsimile of the shield that kept him from Amity. He knew that the flames would be visible from the edge of his hometown shortly, steadily growing as it consumed the ruins around it, a reminder that the safety of their shield was just an illusion he would find the trick to one of these days. Good. Let them know that he was close, that  his moment of weakness had lapsed and that he would be at their doorstep again soon enough. 

“...and I do believe it’s time good ol ‘Dan Dangerous’ found some new people he could play tag with.”