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[rking200]

Hank's T-Shirt Collection As always, you can find these on the Hank page of my Gif Archive.

First three shirts are based on this set of wonderful art by @sisyphusunderthesun Final shirt is based on a conversation with @replicantdeviancy

Want any of the above Hanks in your game, or a clean version of his grey t-shirt? DM me for the mod files (Steam only)

[charliekellycooter]

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[peculiary]

Bizarre Adventures #25 March 1, 1981

[rking200]

Hank had lived alone for a very long time, and he had done so without so much of an inkling of inviting someone else to occupy this space with him. He never thought he could love again, not with his soul so utterly shattered, not with his inability to do little more than tread upon the broken pieces, making more of a mess he could never attend to. He hadn't been happy, far from it, but he had been content to let his life fall into broken pieces around him, unable to pick up the pieces and knowing nobody would ever bother to assist him, just as he knew he deserved.

Because who would ever love someone who didn't love themselves?

An idiot, that's who. Someone who didn't know how to love, but who fell victim to love's whims nonetheless. Some poor, stupid bastard who wandered in on the mess of broken shards and felt like he had to gather them up and attempt to put them back together, with no second thoughts on whether it was a waste of time or not. Connor stumbled into Hank's life, and while Hank was busy trying to force him out, Connor started to tidy everything up.

He hadn't noticed this happening in real time, and he was sure Connor was none the wiser. The playful glances and flirting winks were a part of his programming, in the end. But slowly, surely, as Connor leaned into his emotions and deviated, Hank deviated with him.

The pieces of Hank's soul that Connor had picked up and rearranged hadn't gone together wholly–pieces that were too downtrodden to save were left out of the recreation. But his attention to detail and his care in putting Hank back together had left its mark on the stubborn old man, even if he knew that Connor was merely following whatever interpersonal relationship programming he had. But, as it turned out, Connor’s actions were pure. No amount of programming could force him to love Hank, and he did so genuinely, without prompting and without hidden motives. The parts of Hank’s heart that ached in a barren emptiness were cradled within Connor’s hands, devoid of warmth yet somehow still warming him. An eternal flame, blue like his blood and cold to the touch, spread from Connor to Hank, filling in whatever voids Connor had been unable to piece together previously. It had taken time, but eventually Connor had managed to coax Hank’s flames with his own. With his will to live once again ablaze, Hank found himself feeling normal again, bit-by-bit. His broken soul was mending with the fire that burned so brightly purple within him, with Connor eagerly looking for another piece of himself that might fit into Hank’s puzzle just right.

It was in this way that Connor had come to dwell in his house with him, after the revolution came to pass. Hank didn’t trust Connor anywhere else, and he longed for the closeness of his cold flames, his cold touch. With Connor’s newfound deviance, and therefore newfound freedom, there came a lot of struggle. Hank did his best to remedy these in tiny ways, attempting to make Connor feel at home and loved and human.

Hank smiled down at the top of Connor’s head, leaning and pressing his lips against his hair. He stayed a moment, nose nuzzled into him as he enjoyed Connor’s scent and how it was melding with his own. His cologne rubbed off on Connor daily, and Hank would be lying if he didn’t enjoy how it lingered on his skin, in his hair. 

“It's alright.” Hank’s gentle voice was reserved for Connor and Connor alone, devoid of authority and graven irritation. "You don’t gotta say anything."

He placed his arm around Connor’s waist, pulling him closer against him. Connor’s smile, his realization that Hank’s words about this home being equally his, wasn’t lost on Hank. He would say a thousand times if Connor needed, from the first moment he opened his eyes to the second before they closed again, day in and day out.

“This is your home.” He repeated, taking Connor’s face in his hand and turning his eyes up to meet his. He searched Connor’s eyes extensively before leaning down to him, pressing their lips together in a gentle gesture of pure love. His thumb petted Connor’s cheek as he moved away, peering into those big, dopey brown eyes once again.

“Damn near everything here is yours, Connor. Especially me.” Hank kept his proximity to Connor, their lips close yet not touching. He offered a smile to him, his normally harsh features turned soft and gentle but only for the love of his life, only for his partner.

rking200 asked: "yes, this is your house. of course it's your house." (prompt from Hank to Connor)

______@rking200 || PHANTOM THREAD (2017) PROMPTS || Accepting

It wasn’t necessarily the words that spilled from his partner’s lips in the moment, nor how they were spoken, that quieted the android. It was the slow progression of building emotions welling up inside at the implications of such a simple statement. Passive & unconcerned as they were, this too held meaning. Hank was being candid, his expressions matter of fact in the face of a long standing dilemma which had left the android feeling vexed. This slowly smoldering turmoil had come to Connor in the early hours of pre-dawn, when Hank was asleep & he was left to his thoughts. He wasn’t sure why it mattered - ownership meant nothing to a machine, not when their needs for resources were so meager in comparison to organic beings.

That was what he used to think, until Hank had been making space for him inside of his home. It had begun with a picture in a frame, & continued with the lieutenant clearing out half of his extensive closet space for his android partner. A partner who hardly had more than a few items of clothing to his name & often stole Hanks old DPD academy hoodie to relax in during their days off together. Admittedly, Connor’s side of the closet looked pitifully empty, but the few items the human had bought for him made the android feel more at home.

Like he belonged.

That had been the point of it, he realized. It wasn’t about material things, but about the feelings behind them. Connor felt confident when he wore the new blazer Hank bought for him. He felt loved knowing he was always invited into Hank’s space, into his bed, even if he didn’t need to sleep. He felt respected when his partner didn’t push him when he was having difficulty coping with deviancy, but was always ready to make himself available when Connor needed him. & he felt an overwhelming sense of relief just hearing Hank express in no uncertain terms that here, this little house by the canal, was his, too.

A small, sweet smile warmed his visage, soft eyes watching his partner. Hank had been so casual about it, even nonchalant, but Connor needed to make him understand how uniquely monumental this small revelation was. He stared at Hank’s profile, gently cleft chin tilted ever so slightly downwards so that he was forced to look up at him, making his dark eyes appear just a little larger, gentler. Inside of their depths were emotions he couldn’t possibly articulate into words, feelings of appreciation & affection. & there was love, undeniable love. The android worried his bottom lip with his teeth, that smile fading into a timid pout. He didn’t know the right words to say, but he could act.

A tender kiss was pressed into a whiskery cheek, soft & with a hint of that inhuman warmth that made Connor & his kind so different. Beautifully so. His lips didn’t feel the same as a human’s, not quite so malleable, but they felt nice. Soft, just like the rest of Connors skin. The android leaned against his partner, resting his lean frame against Hank’s larger one. His head came to rest on his shoulder. All was right with the world.

[cookinary]

Hi-Fi Combat or something idk

Somewhere in Nevandalay...?

[jewishcissiekj]

Assorted Star Wars characters + assorted headlines I found 2 Part 1

[chlorenw]

i eat frogs

tagging all my froged friends

RUN

[donald9and10backup]

MERRY CHRISTMAS YALL. Me and Chumish wish yall a holly jolly Christmas. P.S I drew this in Mr Ryans new server. <3

[christopherchantbang]

do you know how many tankies among americans? They doesn't listen about USSR's genocides/deportations/colonisations/russifications/etc under SEVERAL dictators from LITERAL victims of this shit because USSR is icon of leftism in their eyes. I'm not surprised with this position toward people of Venezuela.

I know this is the performative activism website but it’s actually horrible to see a bunch of north americans clapping for a murderous dictator just because he SAYS he is leftist. Dictators don’t deal in left or right. Both his hands are covered in blood.

Let’s listen to the people of Venezuela, MILLIONS who had to go into exile, millions who saw their families die of hunger or lack of medical resources when they live in one of the richest countries in the world in natural resources, about how life under a dictatorial regime actually is and stop projecting our local political realities over the enormous suffering of people who are asking for your help.

[chetipo]

Quimby Mayoral, che prende il nome dal sindaco di Springfield, è un font che imita una scrittura manuale abbastanza pulita ed elegante. Anche se guardando le lettere maiuscole potrebbe far pensare che a qualcuno sia caduta una ciotola di spaghetti, la mescolanza di caratteri maiuscoli e minuscoli crea un effetto piacevole. È stato progettato nel 2002 da Chank Diesel e Ben Sandstrom oer la fonderia Chank.

[graphicpolicy]

The Illustrated Al: The Songs of “Weird Al” Yankovic is a celebration of Weird Al

The Illustrated Al: The Songs of “Weird Al” Yankovic is a celebration of Weird Al #graphicnovel #comics #comicbooks #weirdal

Five-time Grammy Award-winner and legendary musical satirist “Weird Al” Yankovic has written ALL of the greatest songs of both the 20th and 21st centuries. Z2 has gathered some of the top cartoonists to express Al’s “Yankovisions” visually within this book’s pages. The great Al-merican songbook features 20+ classic songs interpreted by a group of amazing artists. Creators: Hilary Barta, Jim…

[skeletoncrevvs]

Royal Flush Magazine, Book 4, 2007

Cover Illustration + Coloring: Erik Rodriguez, Steve Chanks, and Josh Bernstein Main Contents Illustration: R.B Black Photos: Justin Borucki, Chapman Baehler, Don Mitchell Words: Josh Bernstein, Steven Ciancanelli Poster Art: Brian Ewing

[trickengf]

New Gravity Falls Font Found!

And continuing with my search for the fonts used in the Gravity Falls books, I just found the font used for Chamelius Pendraggin's writing in Don't Color This Book! It's Cursed!

Crusti ER, designed by Chank Diesel and published by Chank.

*Comparison made with a demo of the font for demonstration purposes only*

[mjlor-chan]

@moms-alex @iwantadamusername @chank-soup

[avida-heidia-5]

Happy Chank Choliday to those who celebrate!

tomorrow should be a day off for every charles fan

[chlorenw]

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OMG Hi Lemo Lemon!