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it's friday i'm in love
This is what being a Lar fan is like
Fan art of Banjo with a tiny orange kitten he found outside somewhere >>
I was gonna draw shrike as the rage baited lion but I gave up
Anyways im rlly excited for when she shows up, I rlly rlly hope she’s able to piss shrike off as much as he pisses everyone else off
ALSO CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT I DREW HER ARM THAT FREAKIN GOOD DAWG? I DID ONE CHARACTER STUDY ,
Idea I had of Shrike lowering his body temperature and going transparent like an actual glass squid if he's cold enough
Adventure where the main 4 go to a frozen planet
Can I ask for 23 with Banjo and En?
Thank you
23. carrying the other one in their arms | en & banjo | wc: 220
a/n: implied pre-sixthtorino
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“You’re heavier than I thought you’d be,” Banjo commented.
“I’m going to beat you up,” En said, already squirming to escape the bridal carry. It was totally unnecessary. Where did his role model get off on trying to impose a curfew on a fellow pro-hero? Granted, it was the witching hour, and En was running on the fumes of the last handful of almonds he crammed in for dinner, but still! Who didn’t miss a rung or two on a fire escape ladder when trying to scramble down a rooftop and provide back-up to Lariat?
“Uh-huh, yeah, sure. Before or after Gran Torino happens on the scene?”
“He would help me.” En made one more valiant lurch sideways, but Banjo only had to readjust his hold once to get a better grip. And a building headache dizzied En, worsened by Banjo’s heavy-soled gait as they presumably went to go find a clinic. “You know he’s actually helping me build muscle mass? That’s why I’m heavier than I look.”
Banjo gave him a critical once-over.
“Don’t. Don’t even.”
“Did I say anything?” He let the silence rest for a beat, and then, because his senior couldn’t resist teasing this poor junior, Banjo innocently said, “You’ve been hoarding a lot of red bean snacks in your pocket, Doraemon--oof! Hey! Watch the goods!”
17. holding the other's chin up | en & daigoro | wc: 306
En flinched away from Daigoro’s tender mercies, yelping at a pitch high enough to shatter his eardrums if not the mirror. He counted his blessings. Experience had taught Daigoro that En was able to flood an enclosed room with smoke in seconds, and the trigger for Smokescreen rested on a twitchy flight instinct. A bit of ringing in his ears was a small price to pay for clean air.
“I’m fine!” En said, batting at the alcohol-soaked cotton ball.
“You nearly got your throat cut, soot sprite. And ‘nearly’ is me being very generous. C’mere, you little--” Daigoro stopped bothering with niceties and fitted his hand along the jawline, firmly set his thumb at the underside of En’s chin, and tilted the stubborn head back.