You Can’t Kill Me ⭕️

Detroit: Become Human sideblog

[hankconnor]

Hank: oh worm?

Connor: wig

Hank: crops? watered

Connor: we stan!

Markus, crying: what are you guys saying

[16ruedelaverrerie]

HAIL RK FULL OF NINES

Elsewhere on the Internet are places worth visiting: smoky bar bathrooms where Gavin and RK900 go full-on PWP-level rough at each other, and fleece-lined bedrooms where Gavin and RK900 raise a thousand stray cats and remind each other of the importance of proper hydration. On this blog there is only DPD Central Station where Fowler’s blood pressure inches towards cataclysm every single day and you find yourself asking, perplexed, I didn’t think DBH was a workplace comedy???

Come for my incompetence kink, stay for my incompetence kink

[ianskiohno]

sad (?) ninth die antwoord - i don’t care

[hankconnor]

Waiter: so what would you like to order?

Markus: can I get a milkshake with two straws, please?

North, blushing: Markus, that’s so-

Markus, putting both straws in his mouth: watch how fast I can drink this

[hankconnor]

Gavin: I know I’m a real asset

Connor: you’re only off by two letters

[bebellsoterel]

Detroit become human.

[dtmve]

[hankconnor]

Connor: Markus, you have an excellent taste in clothes.

Markus: Of course I do.

Markus: I didn’t spend all that time in the closet for nothing.

[hankconnor]

Connor: why is Kara putting the dishes away so loudly?

Alice: to let us know that no one helps her in this house

[beepaint]

Falling with the bubble. 泡泡般夢幻的康納。

[oyonok]

But who will show us da wae? (Twitter)

[hankconnor]

Amanda: Tell me where Markus and the rest of Jericho are or I will kill you.

Connor: bold of you to assume I want to live

[hankconnor]

Hank: I assume you realize this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in my house.

Connor: Is there another type of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

[kioru-deactivated20211106]

I just noticed that today is Hank’s birthday! So, Happy Birthday,Hank!🎉🎉🎉🎉

[reincao]

Happy birthday, Hank

9/6

[hankconnor]

Connor, staring longingly at Hank: he’s perfect

Hank, holding a box of cake mix: the fuck is a canola

[hankconnor]

Connor: *gets into a fight*

Hank: *charging through the crowd* DONT PUNCH HIS PRETTY FACE