he’s a douche and i love him so much
(full view pls)


Also did a special cat mask version that i’ll only be selling at cons :)



Road to Rosebud Canyon, 1955

Bruce Thomas


coloring my drawing of this dude….you might have heard of him…


THEY NEED A VOICE TONIGHT. The aftermath is secondary. But the heroes are dead, Battery City has fallen, and the villains have left. Where do we go from here? 

Listen on 8tracks.

Kill Your Heroes - AWOLNATION. Kill your heroes and fly, fly, baby, don’t cry.

Oceans and Streams - The Black Keys. My aim it used to be so true, my world had a place in it darling just for you.

Fold You Hands, Child - Cobra Starship. So fold your hands child, and walk straight now.

Kids - MGMT. No time to think of consequences.
Staying Up - The Neighborhood. Some part of me feels naked and a little it empty.
Human - The Killers. I’m on my knees looking for the answer: are we human, or are we dancers?
Slow Down. The Academy Is… I’m not like them, I won’t buy in.
Weighted. Frnkiero andthe Cellabration. We may overstay our allotted time, and it just wouldn’t feel right.
Guns for Hands - Twenty One Pilots. I can’t sleep when you all have guns for hands.
Bronte - Gotye. We will be with you when you go.


war is coming || a killjoy character study [listen[art credit]


interlude - drop dead, gorgeous // wires - the neighbourhood // never hear surf music again - free blood // the taste of ink - the used // waiting room - fugazi // rat a tat - fall out boy // soul - paper tongues // paramedic - these green eyes // spit the dark - empires // flash delirium - mgmt // modern jesus - portugal. the man // wrecking ball - mother mother // soul wars - awolnation // don’t bury me… i’m not dead yet - the riverboat gamblers // kiss me, i’m contagious - from first to last // the song we used to call “wasting time” - the riverboat gamblers // the quiet things no one ever knows - brand new // my own summer (shove it) - deftones // i am going to kill the president of the united states of america - leathermouth // men are all the same - the used // noro - brand new // we’re going to hell - cursive 


WHOA commission for old GWAYS who blessedly commissioned me to draw crying, bleeding Party Poison. Take it easy, little guy, you’ll probably just respawn!

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