#something something apocalypse

[superbeans89]

You gotta admit tho, ‘a bloodstained horse charges through the streets of London’ is a pretty fucking metal headline

[x-gon-give-it]

Workin on some OC’s tonight!!

[nikkisticki]

RULE

[itsdefinitely]

funniest season to be honest

[xxplastic-cubexx]

throws these at you

[mossy-box]

Couldn’t stop thinking about this, so here’s a lil rushed thing for @somerandomdudelmao ‘s au.

They’ve finally met so he can ask questions..teehee…

Referring to this post <3

[ghost-proofbaby]

can y’all imagine sending one of those things where a girl texts her man about having a bad day or wanting coffee or something and he replies by sending her an insane amount of money (like $100+) to eddie, and just being like “why don’t you ever do this for me? 😐” as a joke

and then the man just sends you one (1) fucking dollar.

and when you’re like “REALLY??? A DOLLAR???” he just goes “I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME IM BROKE”

it would become an inside joke, him randomly sending you the smallest amounts of money possible and just going “buy yourself something nice 😏” or “don’t spend this all at once baby” to be a little shit

god i love eddie munson

[awesomesauce-n-sassypants]

I love that a practically half-defrosted, feverish 60 years old man can emerge from a coma purely because his baby girl is under threat, and just... follow up with whatever deranged shit that was... 

That’s hot.

[inkedberries]

more of this zombie apocalypse au! my first one can be found here

nai goes out to find more supplies and medicine for vash but another camp finds a sick and delirious vash and takes him to their camp to nurse him back to health

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

paring: dilf!90s/DP era!peter maximoff x fem!reader

cw: complete fluff

word count: 463 (tad more than a drabble)

a/n: trying something new with the layout, hope you like it !! + there’s only so many photos of quickie from this era, so i tried

As the months passed by, you realized summers without Peter were the hardest. When you’d go to the arcade, you’d see him there, spending time with his daughter. You’d see his eyes scan over the room. You watched his dead, brown irises fall onto your face, your body, for a small, virtually microscopic second before darting away again.You were essentially watching him fade away. You don’t really recall the reason you two parted ways, it was all very hazy, but you definitely broke it off.

Currently, you were sprawled out in bed, your eyes scanning unobservantly over the seemingly-jumbled and made up words on the page. That was, until you heard music from outside your window. Puzzled, you stood up, wandering over to your window. There he was.

Peter stood on the grass below, the evening summer sunset shining down against his silhouette. He held a boombox on one shoulder, ‘Baby Come Back’ by Player blasting from the speakers. On the other shoulder, he held his daughter, Luna, who looked fed up with the situation, but it was clear she was holding back a few giggles from slipping through her lips.

Peter swayed his hips, lip-syncing along dramatically with the song. As the song ended, Peter set down Luna and the boombox, pulling out a piece of notebook paper. You cock your head with an intrigued expression, watching as his eyes scan quickly over the paper. He crumples up the paper, throwing it behind him.

“Look, I want ‘ya back, okay?! C’mon! I dunno why ‘ya broke it off in the first place, but ‘m sorry for whatever i did to ‘ya! I really miss laying in bed with ‘ya…” Peter called, hands cupped around his mouth so the sound would travel. You sigh softly, looking between him and Luna.

“Luna misses ‘ya, i miss ‘ya! A girl needs her step-mommy and i a guy needs his smokin’ hot babe!” He called desperately. You look down at him, your eyebrows furrowing in sympathy as you rest your chin in your hand.

“Fine!” You call, smirking as his eyes widen. You could practically sense the incredulity radiating off of him like a solar flare.

“ ‘Yer serious?!” He called back. You nod, watching him zip from the front lawn, up to your room. You felt him pick you up bridal style before zipping back out to the front lawn, all happening in under a minute.

“Peter!” You squeal, a smile plastered on your face as he continued to hold you bridal style, your legs draped over one of arms, his other arm supporting your back. Peter leans down, locking your lips with his, panting softly as he pecks celebratory kisses to your lips. Luna looks on with disgusting, her nose scrunching in distaste. “yuck..”

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@emmasshitblog | @jazz-berry | @xrag-dollx | @taintandviolent | @colinzabelswife

[thetriangletattoo]

[pezhead]

[compassiontale]

I drew the dang background just for these two gays to block it

Color belongs to Superyoumna

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas

Same drawing but different Color pallete+background+background reference+speedpaint below:

I went through 5 stages of regret :3

[cherubchoirs]

new college semester somewhere in the mirage universe

[some-pers0n]

I keep forgetting that the Will Wood who makes EVIL!! jazz music and sings songs about rats and skeletons and the Will Wood on the fuck shit piss podcast about the apocalypse that goes on long rambles about whatever game he's playing or Jordan Peterson are the exact same person. Like how can somebody do both of those things at once

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i would like to draw him more i think..