Category: blondeyes

sybilius:

Finally finished all my Xmas cards so here’s some of that good gay shit with 70s Blondeyes :3

sybilius:

queen of hearts, king of hearts, (jack of hearts)

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He pulls back, brushing Angel’s sharp cheekbones with his bare hands. God, his eyes. Manco can’t tell, in this light, if they look more like the flinty certainty of a bitter antihero tired of picking up the gun, or cool and snakelike, the devil drawing the hero in with so much guileless lust.

He deserves his name. Manco has to give him that much.

The way he looks at you, you almost think you deserve yours.

the cinematics of semantics, by @sybilius

blondeyes 1-O ohohohohoooo

Local murder snake is most definitely NOT receiving affection from his sleepy hunter partner, nope, not happening

Tucoeyes, tell me about a time one of them tried to make a homemade gift for the other? 😀

(IDK how this ended up Blondeyes? It did though.)

In theory, there must be a moment between sleep and waking; a nebulous point of insecurity, of transition betwixt states.

In practice, Blondie muses, he’s yet to actually catch Angel Eyes looking flustered during that process. 

Albeit, the man’s certainly looking flustered now. “…are my cupcakes on fire?” 

“Whoops,” Blondie says. Not budging an inch from the beanbag parked next to the fireplace. 

He reacts not at all to Angel’s scowling, nor smoke rather more noisome than that of pipe tobacco, nor the blustery wind that blows in when Angel pries up the latch. 

“You might have woken me up.”

“I trust you to know what you’re doing in the kitchen. Didn’t seem my business to interfere,” Blondie says, rising; goes to rest a comfortable hand on Angel’s back. “Don’t be so anxious. Tuco isn’t going to mind.”

“Orange-rind cupcakes and orange frosting. I gave myself one task to do today, just one, and I’ve- I’ve-”

“Angel. You know if there’s anything he is gonna hate for his birthday, it’s you getting worked up….besides which,” Blondie says, dipping his thumb into the cut-glass bowl. “Could be worse. This frosting’s all right, he’ll enjoy that.”

He licks it off, meditatively, while Angel stares. 

“Frosting on top of what?”

“Forget what, just give him the bowl and tell him to dig in. He won’t know the difference. You can always blame it on me, if you like.”

The thin-lipped expression on Angel’s face is nothing akin to gratitude: more of studied calculation. “If it doesn’t go well, you can rest assured I will-” 

“You two are such idiots, you know that?” a voice calls from the bedroom. “Can I come out yet?”

“Yes and yes,” Blondie says, taking a bite of slightly charred cupcake. Angel’s too fussy. It tastes all right to him-

“…ooh, so that’s what that smell was.” 

“Yes,” Angel Eyes says, with the composed readiness of a waiting martyr. “Apologies.” 

Tuco shrugs and grabs a spoon. “You worry too much, that’s what…”

bleak-nomads:

girlfriendsofthegalaxy:

this is 700 words that doesn’t advance the plot at all but does have a number of very good visuals imo and mild whump

in the same fnv/GBU ‘verse as odd diversity of misery and joy

thank u @teacupnatasha for answering my questions about b l o o d

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aaaaaaah this was so delightful. so so delightful.

I’m absolutely here for these two taking care of Six. and damn, I love her relationship with Arcade, he’s so beleugured. Someone save this woman from herself, and let Arcade have a fucking nap. 

Six managed to look smug behind the bandages along her scalp and the ice-cold sarsaparilla held to her bruised throat.

“STOP BITING PEOPLE, SIX.” Arcade continued fussing, frantically flipping through a fragile textbook. “I don’t even know how to test for some of these things! What if he was rabid? Do you have his head? No, no, even you aren’t that concerning yet.”

sdjflksajdflj this is so funny in the details, sarsaparilla, is that a FNV thing? love that so much. Six biting people is very very her. But tbh I was living for this:

Angel paused in the middle of getting a light from Blondie. “Just got the wind knocked out of her. Life’s precious- biting is a perfectly reasonable way to break a hold.”

1. cute, hot, gay, LOVE IT 2. I can see why Six is okayish with Angel and Blondie manhandling her, cause they still know she’s dangerous shit. 

her little “thank you” at the end was to die for, love it. glad to hear from this ‘verse again thank you for sharing!!!!

thatdeepandlovelydark:

wee ficlet when I was inspired to get back to this after Syb’s Amazingly Amazing Thing. Blondie’s POV

Strange thing, watching those hands now.

Skinning the rabbit, gutting the creature without a trace of concern- steam coming off in scents of blood and foulness. Angel doesn’t seem to mind a bit.

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bleak-nomads:

marmalated:

The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
novelisation by Joe Millard (first printing 1967)

So.  I ended up hunting down a copy of the novelisation of GBU on a whim, to see what the ‘canon’ fic was like and if there were any extra scenes (I want the ‘Blondeyes Picnic on the Prairie’ deleted scene!). 

Only partway through at the moment, but thought I’d share this bit, when Angel Eyes is waiting for the ‘half-soldier’ and observing Tuco’s hanging, and has Thoughts on Blondie.

(To note, in the first edition, Blondie is referred to as ‘Whitey’ and Angel Eyes as ‘Sentenza’ – I think it was changed in later editions, and for ease of reading I’ve changed it here, too.)

God, Angel comes across as like. lowkey gay for Blondie in this….or highkey

i mean consistent with canon right

bleak-nomads:

marmalated:

The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
novelisation by Joe Millard (first printing 1967)

So.  I ended up hunting down a copy of the novelisation of GBU on a whim, to see what the ‘canon’ fic was like and if there were any extra scenes (I want the ‘Blondeyes Picnic on the Prairie’ deleted scene!). 

Only partway through at the moment, but thought I’d share this bit, when Angel Eyes is waiting for the ‘half-soldier’ and observing Tuco’s hanging, and has Thoughts on Blondie.

(To note, in the first edition, Blondie is referred to as ‘Whitey’ and Angel Eyes as ‘Sentenza’ – I think it was changed in later editions, and for ease of reading I’ve changed it here, too.)

God, Angel comes across as like. lowkey gay for Blondie in this….or highkey

i mean consistent with canon right

sybilius:

s u p p l i c a t i o n   p o s e

probably from later on in the cinematics of semantics. Angel Eyes experiments with physical vulnerability, decides it’s really quite nice, actually, and Blondie once again realizes how profoundly fucked he is, he’s in love with an assassin, oh my god – 

with my blessing to this fan art for the pose

bleak-nomads:

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TALKING WON’T SAVE YOU – a blondeyes fanmix

Bungle in the Jungle – Jethro Tull
If and When We Rise Again – Streetlight Manifesto
Sharks – Morphine
I’m Your Villain – Franz Ferdinand
The House Is Alive and the House Is Hungry – 

The pAper chAse
Hotel California – The Eagles
Scotch Grove – The Mountain Goats
Jerks – Car Seat Headrest 
Samuel 1:53 – The Mountain Goats
Far From Any Road (Be My Hand) – Andrew Bird

I could put reasons under the cut, but eh. I’ll just say that canon divergence from GBU ending happens roughly at the transition between The House is Alive and the House is Hungry and Hotel California. Oh, and that I’m Your Villain is a reference to that fic I wrote a while back 🙂 If you want more chatter on the songs, hit me up with a message, I love talking about this ship

Also, huge thanks to @cudvac for contributing TMG recs, Sharks and Jerks. The latter really, really gets me as nailing the essential Blondeyes dynamic.