#boom !

[vertigoartgore]

2015's E is for Extinction Vol.1 #2 page 2. Script by Chris Burnham a Dennis Culver, art by @ramonvillalobos, colors by Ian Herring and lettering by VC's Clayton Cowles.

[biomic]

i would 100% watch a version of gavv where all the kamen rider shit happens offscreen and it's just sachika excitedly recapping the events to the viewer

[catatchoum]

happy birthday Deidara..

Sorry if I don't draw too much but I'm practicing... and sometimes I have "artistic blocks" so it's been a while...but in any case I plan to celebrate their birthdays!! 🎉

speaking artistically it's the happy birthday of our dear explosive artist !!!

[moved-19871997]

boom! (georgenotfound voice)

[blessoul]

         ❝ so what EXACTLY are you planning on doing with my train ?  ❞ she was CURIOUS... not many have had the PRIVELEDGE of seeing the train in such an intimate way. many of them just see the outside, the carts, and that’s it. not that she minded, of course. she liked her secrets.  ❝ i don’t want you manhandling it, ya know ! ❞

                          IT’S SHOWTIME, @revanant-dreams​​​​ !

[soreavs]

      it’s not like he’s been watching him, that would be weird, but he’s been streaming various highlights from premier league games ( he’s bored out of his mind, the tournament doesn’t start up again until wednesday ) and in between the five second ads, he’ll peer over to just to see if leo’s up to anything. but he’s looked a couple of times, and it’s just a touch strange because he’s not doing anything and he’s never really known leo to do nothing. hesitantly, he puts the game on pause, throws out a question that he’s been keen on asking for a while now. ‘   i was thinking of starting an intramural team when the weather gets nicer. too late for hockey. soccer or baseball maybe.   ’  @lefebvre-leo​

[yikesburgy]

@newrcmantics​

rana isn’t the slightest bit surprised upon returning to find oliver where he left him - or more correctly left himself sometime late last night. it was more trained experience than the ruckus that roused him, stumbling and bleary eyed, only to find the other passed out on the couch. a feeble attempt was made to relocate him to his bed, but exhaustion numbed his muscles and unfortunately the furniture wasn’t designed for two in that position. he instead settled to rouse early, hoping to join him for breakfast. 

toeing off his shoes, rana placed the paper bag and coffee on the table before approaching the sofa. previous incidents led him to curl a precarious hand around oliver’s wrist as he kicked one leg over his waist. there was never really telling what he might wake up.

“oi, i was nice enough to buy breakfast at least give me the courtesy of eating it.”