full piece + process video on my patreon now!!
You’re unbelievable March...
Yes, hello and welcome to my new obsession (shout out to the 3 people left in this fandom)
Trying yet another style for these guys.
please, its 2:30 am, please stop
My parents like to sing this song loudly and make a big show of it, dramatically grabbing each other's hands at the "touching hands"part. Gets me every time.
Piggyback! (Trying out some different drawing styles with these guys)
Harvey Guillen as Guillermo de la Cruz in What We Do In The Shadows FX
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i unironically love simon & garfunkel’s the sounds of silence like bitch maybe the words of the prophets ARE written on the subway walls and tenement halls!!!! bitch!!!!!!
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like tell me this doesn’t make you go absolutely ape shitt!!!!!
Every SINGLE time I hear that line my eyes fill with tears. I can't even sing along with that line because my voice breaks, lol.
New York streets at night.
TAXI DRIVER 1976 | Martin Scorsese
WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS | 2.10
This show is absolute perfection.
full piece + process video on my patreon now!!
I will never ever get enough of this. Favorite artist.
in celebration of the trailer dropping here are those dudes 🎸🎸⚡️ (timelapse vid is available on my patreon)
Be excellent to each other
I'm trying to dip my toe back into Tumblr after being away for a million years. I feel lonely for the little connections I used to make on here, mainly with people in the nice guys fandom, but I'm a fankid for many things, so I'm hoping to come back in and meet new folks, reblog some new stuff, have a bit of fun, find a distraction or two.
i’m just going to carry on flogging my own old fics to you because i can’t write anything new
this was a nightmare to write, especially as i find gen ridiculously unrewarding; but you know what, fuck it, it was worth the effort.
“I came out here once with, ah, with my ex,“ Healy says, not quite stumbling over the word, but not entirely surefooted. “In the early days. Her pa, my father-in-law, he was a walker. A rambler, he’d say. Used to take her all over on cabin trips and mountain ranges, just camping and eating and hiking. I was never outdoorsy,” –Called it, March thinks– “But I thought it would be nice, you know? Some nice throwback to her childhood, not long after we got hitched. Planned it all myself, a surprise. Stunning. Damn stunning down there.” He looks out the window wistfully, one arm leaning on the sill, his palm conducting the steering wheel with a lazy confidence. “She told me on the first day she fucking loathed hiking.”
They bump along the ridges of the end of the bridge. March stifles a groan. It seems–inappropriate.
“I didn’t know you were married, Mr Healy,” Holly says quietly.
He’d mentioned the circumstances of his divorce to March once or twice. Never sober. The first time he’d laid it bare, he said bluntly that his wife left him for his own goddamn father. The second time, when March forgot he’d heard the story before, Healy was more drunk and more pensive, and said simply, “I don’t think she ever liked me much. I guess she couldn’t be bothered to hide it anymore.”
Healy nudges Holly lightly with his elbow. “Maybe we’ll come out here one time and make some better memories, huh, kiddo?”