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gonna tell my kids this was The Magnificent Seven

#tm7 #the magnificent seven #buckaroo banzai #the eighth dimension #ooc #peter weller #jeff goldblum

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eh, what's a little zombie apocalypse between coworkers?

#the second image is very ooc but i had a Vision and i thought it would be funny #battle for dream island #bfdi #t-minus seven or: the last days of yoyle city #t-minus 7 #tm7 #bfdi au #bfdi fanfic #barely #lol #golf ball does play a major role obviously but most of my art for tminus 7 has been chlorophyll focused. ohh chlorophyll... ohhhh #tfw when your boss sacrifices you for her immortality machine and you're so desperate to cling onto life that you crawl out from -#- the underworld and start the zombie apocalypse causing the ruin of the city you grew up in and that you so loved #you know #happens to the best of us yanno #snail scribblezz

Not to be obsessive over them but Billy lighting up cigarettes for Goodnight/to share with him throughout the movie makes my heart sing

#she speaks #mag7 #tm7 #the magnificent seven #the magnificent seven 2016 #Billy rocks #goodnight robicheaux

I always feel like that Mushu gif whenever I return to writing Mag7/ Billy x Goodnight (hi guys love u all hope you've all been fab) <3

The last time Goodnight had seen Billy Rocks had been sprawled out across the back of his daddy’s truck, the engine ticking over in a bid to get a few more wisps of heat into their sodden clothes draped over the vents. Goodnight had been stripped to his jeans, flirting with the idea of peeling them off completely as the denim clung to his thighs, but Billy had held out his hand, patting the scratchy blanket beside him with the other and Goodnight followed where he led. It had been the first time Goodnight had kissed a boy, all rough angles and the scratch of a beard against his cheeks, and it had been Billy, a culmination of every rough-shod teenage crush that Goodnight had nursed throughout the years and every new desire that drove him to his knees in the confessional box but couldn’t voice. That hadn’t mattered because Billy had kissed him with a hand on his thigh and the other pressed to his cheek, his hair flowing like silk over Goodnight’s desperate fingers.