#koth dank

[sometranssoup]

@sirmanking I know you requested this like a week ago and this is also super fucking short but like idk I think it's cute. Thank you so much for the idea.

UFO-gazing.

Dale and Hank go UFO-gazing. That's it. Just a tiny lil fluff fic.

Around three in the morning,there was a loud *rap rap rap* at Hank's bedroom window. He groaned loudly and got up,opening the curtains to see Dale,sunglasses and hat on but in his pajamas,looking very worried, cigarette lit in his mouth. Hank sighed and opened the window “Dale,do you have any idea how late it is?”

“wrong. it's 3 AM. Technically,it's earl-” Dale yelped as Hank shoved him back off the lawn chair into the bush below Hank's window before getting changed into jeans and pulling on his shoes before helping Dale up into his room.

“What are you even here for Dale? And put that out.” he huffed, grabbing the cigarette and pinching off the end,tossing it in the toilet in the attached bathroom.

“I saw a UFO outside my window!!” Dale shouted frantically “we gotta g- mhmfhphfh”

Hank slammed his hand over Dale's mouth,whisper shouting at him “shut up!! D'you want to get me killed? Alright…we'll go up on the roof and watch for UFOs alright?” Dale nodded and followed Hank out the window.

“You first” Dale mumbled,looking at the satellite tower attached to Hank's house for Cotton's CB radio. Hank shook his head,shoving Dale towards the tower,Dale huffed and started climbing up it carefully,finally pulling himself up onto the roof,Hank following soon after. Hank plopped himself down onto the roof as Dale sat down next to him,pulling his knees to his chest.

“I don't see any UFOs Dale,” Hank sighed a little,looking over at Dale “just stars”

“they're there! I promise! I saw em,Hank,I really did” Dale looked over at him,nodding quickly. He stayed quiet for a long time before leaning against Hank,yawning a little.

“what? Tired?” Hank asked, looking down at Dale on his shoulder.

“no…just..resting my eyes,Hank,shush,we gotta focus in case there's UFOs! What if they try to suck out my brain?” Dale started panicking at the thought,sitting up a little. Hank immediately wrapped his arm back around him,pulling him close a little hesitantly.

“Hey,I'm not gonna let 'em suck out your brain, alright?” Hank nodded and laid back on the roof with Dale,focusing on the stars. It was kinda corny,but,he thought Dale looked awfully pretty under the starlight.

Dale glances over at him,wondering what Hank was thinking about. Probably that Dale was 'crazy',most people thought Dale was weird and crazy. He reached for a cigarette and lit it,making sure he blew the smoke away from Hanks face.

[mandrillmazevibeclub]

[dank-meme-my-gf-sends-me]

[casualfoxwitch]

i love this sm

[galedribble]

Get you a friend that’ll grab you by the scruff like a feral cat :3

[lanesmith94]

Hank Hill if he stopped drinking beer

[itsthegreenstuff]

[dankmemerson]

[boolishness]

[mandrillmazevibeclub]

[elliotenabled]

Sorry so put this kind of discourse on my main, but it’s the truth that must be spoken. Hank Hill would not have voted for Donald Trump. He’d take one look at him and say, “that boy ain’t right.”

[cha0s-aint-me]

[antiimp]

Yuhsien Papierscherenschnitte aus der VR China

Yuhsien Papierscherenschnitte aus der VR China

[carterashofficial]

Sneak Peek

sneak peek of the next KOTFE fic chapter

don’t worry, it’s funny (okay, then worry if you don’t have humor), and really short

Lord Beniko had discovered the lounge on the Gravestone.

The couches were metal skeletons, cushions long since having fallen prey to mold, mildew, more of the bulb-bugs, and HK-55’s flamethrower to rid said couches of said bugs.

Viewports gave them a fantastic view of the never-ending swamp, lest they get their hopes up that any civilization was nearby.

Select few of the lights above weren’t broken, but without power, glo-rods were all they had. And very few of those they had, too.

And then there was the smell. Bug excrement, feces from various creatures, the dank stench of mold, rusted metal, flame-thrower smoke, and the slime-stained sleeve of Fiika’s uniform. Lord Beniko and Master Pattik had their robes pulled over their noses when Fiika and Koth entered.

Koth took a quick survey of the decrepit lounge and grinned.

Fiika came to the conclusion that it’d officially reached the worst place she’d even been whilst working with Lord Beniko. It was at a close tie with the pirate’s barge Lord Beniko had found her on, for the title ‘Utterly Worst Place Ever’. She grimaced at the stink. “Lovely.”

“It’s not so bad.” Koth gestured to HK-55 as the droid finished burning the last couch and its inhabitants into ash. “It’s bug free!”

[chilicharm]

I’m a magical girl, Bobby!