#dead man's hand

[hylasregilla]

If you see me as a bloating corpse at the side of the road do NOT bury me! I know what I'm doing and I'm having an excellent time!

#lord huron #dead man's hand #thinkin about johnnie #death m #johnnie redmayne

[danidoesathing]

Strange Trails + Titles Cards

#ok but I ADORE the title cards they use for their music videos #its such a little detail but it gives the songs/videos so much personality #plus I love the recurring themes of film/tv of a bygone era #the Hindi in the second gif is dead man's hand btw #lord huron #lord huron gif #lord huron gifs #lord huron strange trails #strange trails #the world ender #the night we met #fool for love #dead man's hand #dani speaks

[angels-holocaust]

Costas Mandylor, Cole Hauser and Stephen Dorff in Dead Man's Hand (2023)

We watch this movie for the plot...

#costas mandylor #cole hauser #stephen dorff #my gifs #dead man's hand #dilfgifs #jokes aside i love this film despite the movie lacking in lots of things #userdorff #costasmandyloredit

[xfilesposterproject]

Anyone else watching Poker Face? If you haven't seen it yet and love shows like Columbo and Quantum Leap, definitely check it out. And of course I had to do an episode poster in the style of a vintage mystery paperback. Here's my print for "Dead Man's Hand".

Prints available here!

#poker face #natasha lyonne #rian johnson #dead man's hand #poker face tv #tv #movies #art #fan art #poker face art #poker face fan art #pokerface #vintage #retro #design #paperback #poster #print #xfilesposterproject #charlie cale #poker face: dead man's hand

[hazbinahelluvatime]

Dead Man's Hand: Chapter 1

The past continues to haunt Husk's dreams, seemingly no matter what he does. All he wants is to move on, but he has far too many memories plaguing him. --- I wanted an excuse to write out past headcanons for Husk and here we are. If all goes well, you're in for a ride because I thought up far too much for good ol' Husker.

Some may recognize this first chapter from elsewhere, as I decided to bring it over to this new blog. I dropped it for a very, very long time, and decided to rehash it into a reader insert instead. This is the only chapter that I had publicly available, so this is more just a preview I suppose. No reader character is introduced in the first chapter, but will be in the next. Under a read more to keep separated from my author text.

The sounds and lights of the casino were considered overwhelming for many of the uninitiated around these parts. The idle chatter seemed to echo from all corners of the room, not to mention the clashing of chips and the ringing of some of the old fashioned machines mixed with music emanating from the old jukebox down at the end of the bar. However, the young boy seated at the counter had grown all my numb to it - he was raised here, and even at the age of eight he had learned to wash out and ignore the cacophony of sound. Occasionally, he felt his eyes wander to some of the crowded tables or even the colorful machines - but he had learned a while ago not to go sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. This was an adult’s world - he was just given the privilege of peeking in. 

“Niall? Sweetie?”

The boy jolted, his attention quickly swiveling back behind the counter to meet the lovely blue-grey eyes of his mother. Sometimes he wished he had her eyes instead of his father’s. At the very least though, he had her darker brown hair. 

“Yeah mama?”

“You seemed a little out of it. Are you okay sweetheart?”

Caring. She was always so caring. He wanted to be like her so badly when he got older. He wanted to make her proud to call him her son. A small smile edged on his lips as he nodded.

“I’m okay. Just thinking.” A small pause, before he rested his elbow on the counter and his cheek against his palm. “When do you think dad will let me try the slots?” 

Her smile faltered ever so slightly, a small sense of worry gleaming in her eyes as she gently prodded at his wrist. He caught the hint, adjusting himself to rest his hands back on his lap and off the counter.

“You know how he feels about that, Niall. That’s why we play cards together, remember?”

“I know, mama… I know.” He mumbled softly, a frown crossing his features, “I just wanna try and play like the customers do.”

The two were silent for a moment as Niall’s mother closed her eyes, quietly contemplating something that Niall couldn’t begin to guess. He could tell just how deep in thought she was - she always scrunched her brow in the same way it was now when she was, after all. Finally, her eyes opened, and he immediately saw the playful twinkle in them as she grinned.

“How about this? When your dad goes on some of his trips, I’ll teach you how to play some real card games. Just like some of the customers do at the other tables.”

“I can’t, mama. I don’t have the money.”

“We don’t need money between us, sweetie. I’ll just teach you how to play and we can have some friendly games. Then when you’re older, you’ll be able to play for yourself. How does that sound?”

Excitement filled him immediately and he nodded with just as much energy as he felt. The idea of playing the adult card games filled him with a sense of pride he couldn’t even begin to explain. He wanted to make her so proud - and maybe, just maybe, if he could get a good hold of how to play… Maybe he could somehow even make his father just a little proud, too. 

“Now, why don’t you go outside and play, Niall? It’s too nice out for you to stay cooped up in here all day. Why don’t you go see if you can find Conan or Treasa? I’m sure they’re running around in town, don’t you think? Probably looking for you, I’d say.” She reached out to lightly pat her son’s head, gently petting over his hair as she did so. He hummed softly in thought for a moment - not because he didn’t want to go out and play, but he really liked to spend time with his mother. His father always made comments about it. Comments he really, really didn’t like.

“Niall?”

Apparently, he had been too deep in his thoughts. He didn’t even fully realize he had forgotten to answer. The young brunette finally gave a small, slow nod, feeling just a bit more at ease from his mother’s reassuring smile. He finally moved to hop off the bar stool, going around the counter so he could hug his mother before he finally pulled back - just in time for her to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He grinned at her and finally headed out the door, excited to see what his friends might be up to.

--- Husk awoke with a jolt, sitting bolt upright at the counter. His eyes gleamed in the darkness as he quickly looked around, trying to readjust to his surroundings. No one was around - he was alone in the lobby.

He was… alone.

A low, rough sigh escaped his lips. His throat felt dry, his mind fuzzy, and his back ached from the poor position he had been in while he slept. He felt so tired. A quick glance at the clock told him he had barely slept more than an hour or so. His ears twitched back ever so slightly as he grabbed at the still open bottle next time him, taking a deep drink without any form of hesitation.

These dreams always came to him. Dreams of a past he wished he could forget. Dreams that could do nothing for him now, where he was. He felt his claws dig into his palm ever so slightly - he was holding the bottle far too hard to be comfortable, and he set it down again while he let the burn of the alcohol wake him up a bit.

Hopefully, it would help him forget. That’s what he told himself anyway. Hopefully, it would help him forget and move on. That’s all he wanted to happen, at this point.

Of course, it never did.

He rubbed at his temples, knowing that he should technically try and get some proper sleep in a proper place, but knowing that even if he did try it wouldn’t come to him. He was far too restless now, and far too eager to shove those dreams far into the recesses of his mind.

No. For now, he would focus on cleaning up the bar. He didn’t want to sleep until he was either too exhausted or too damn drunk to dream. With a sigh, he grabbed a clean rag and began his nightly cleaning routine. After all…

“It’s gonna be a long fuckin’ night.”

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #reader inserts #Dead Man's Hand

[vintageterror]

#1950s #dead man's hand #card #playing cards #poker

[bananasofthorns]

AND HE WILL ROAM FOREVER, HAUNTING THE DESERT ‼️‼️‼️‼️

(thank you @oceans-swim for the video lol I'm finally going through them all)

#banana made a post #lord huron #dead man's hand #i forgot about this !!!! he fucking killed it

[2xxeights]

I love CSM2 so damn much. so obviously one of my favorite parts has to be recreated with Bea instead.

Bea is from Dead Man's Hand

#oc #oc artwork #oc artist #original character #oc art #dead man's hand #webtoon #webtoon canvas #first post on this blog #tumblr's tag system my beloved #chainsaw man #? #? i guess

[tv-moments]

Poker Face

Season 1, “Dead Man's Hand”

Director: Rian Johnson

DoP: Steve Yedlin

#Poker Face #Dead Man's Hand #Series Premiere #Poker Face S01E01 #Season 1 #Rian Johnson #Steve Yedlin #Natasha Lyonne #Charlie Cale #Peacock #Zucks. #Animal Pictures #T-Street #MRC Television #TV Moments #TV Series #TV Show #television #TV #TV Frames #cinematography #January 26 #2023

[azertyrobaz]

Poker Face - 1x01 - Dead Man’s Hand

#poker face #natasha lyonne #charlie cane #dascha polanco #natalie hill #dead man's hand #rian johnson #this show is really growing on me #my edits

[grjarchive]

Dead Man's Hand (1988)

Carrying on where Until the Night Turns left off, Dead Man's Hand, the third book in the Strange Trails series, continues the Johnnie Redmayne trilogy, and the "desert era." This story is also the first told from the perspective of Buck Vernon, who would become a major character in George Ranger Johnson's interconnected universe. Buck is a washed-up country singer who never likes to talk much about his past. He's also, by his own admission, a hopeless, or is that hapless, romantic, and he's flirted with esoteric Eastern religions out of an affinity for the thought of past lives.

Responding to Dale Redmayne's story about Johnnie's literal and euphemistic trip in the desert, Buck tells the story of his own trip, admitting that he's prone to hallucinations.

Dead Man's Hand is actually one of the more straightforward Strange Trails tales, a simple Southwest-Gothic horror. Buck is returning from a trip to his home in Michigan (notably also where the long-dead cowboy Huron is from, and pledged to return to as a ghost,) when he comes across a dead body in the desert, or so it seems. Buck admits there's no way to be sure that this was Johnnie, but the description matches Dale's story (in Until the Night Turns.) Ultimately the supposedly dead man refuses to accept his own decession - it's not that he's not dead, or anything, he just doesn't want to die, so he's not going to; all clear? - and the story ends with Buck watching the revenant maybe-Johnnie run into the desert night, lost in shadow.

So where's Johnnie now? And what even is death in Johnson's world? If Huron wanted to be The Man Who Lives Forever, and Johnnie's still running away purely because he didn't feel like dying that day, then...? And who is Buck Vernon again? And who and what and why and you can see why GRJ fans gained that stereotype of the conspiracy nut.

Keep following this blog for more insight into Johnson’s work through the years.

May you live until you die!

#george ranger johnson #grj #strange trails #dead man's hand #buck vernon #johnnie redmayne #horror #dale redmayne #desert #pulp art #vintage pulp #pulp #lord huron #pulp cover

[danidoesathing]

Ain't no thrills in the afterlife...

Dead Man's Hand in Alive From Whispering Pines and Vide Noir

#DEAD MANS HAND!!! #I love how whenever he gets the chance Ben Schneider WILL adapt dead man's hand again #dmh is a strange trails song and it doesn’t make sense to put it in vide noir? fuck you doing it anyway #vide noir taking a while to release? near shot for shot remake of the scene for afwp. fuck you #like yes girl gives us the same thing!! I will watch it a thousand times for my boy Johnnie #just wish the scene in vide noir wasnt so fucking DARK I cant see shit #dani speaks #lord huron #lord huron gifs #lord huron gif #alive from whispering pines #afwp #vide noir #vide noir movie #Buck Vernon #johnnie redmayne #dead man's hand #id in alt

[angels-holocaust]

Costas Mandylor in Dead Man's Hand (2023)

#costas mandylor #dead man's hand #his hair looks so soft #my gifs #movieedit #filmedit #costasmandyloredit

[pinklocksoflove]

Felix adjusts his hat, the wind has picked up a bit. The prototype bot ducks into the nearest local watering hole. It certainly wasn't the safest part of Rexxus, but nothing the iron on his hip couldn't handle.

Saloon was pretty packed with bots and humans alike. Felix brushed the dust off his long coat and looks around the room.

"Ah hell no! I'm outta here!" Shouts a man pushing away from one of the poker tables and turns to leave, almost running into Felix in the process. Felix shakes his head and wanders over to the poker table.

"Y'all mind if I take his spot?" Felix asks, putting his hand on the back of the chair.

A larger bot, dressed in a similar wild west attire, sporting a rather nasty looking split in his head case that's been hastily welded, looks up at Felix.

"Only if you play his hand, cowpoke." The bot chuckles and runs a poker chip between his fingers on his left hand, holding his cards with his right.

Felix nods and sits, putting his hand over the cards but not looking at them quite yet.

"Suppose that's fair, guessin' it was that feller's turn to bet or fold? Wonder what had him spooked ...." Felix looks at the cards and if he were capable, all the color would drain from his face.

The cards were an ace of spades, an ace of clubs, an eight of spades and an eight of clubs. The deadman's hand.

"Right.... supposin' I want to fold then." Felix sets the cards down pushing them towards the table.

"You will play the hand you are dealt, cowboy." The larger bot takes on a threatening tone. The poker chip between his fingers is set down as the entire saloon goes quiet.

"Now I ain't a bot of high standing, but it almost sounds to me that you were setting up that feller before or... dare I say you were waiting for me? Sound about right?" Felix pushes back from his chair, stopping once the other bot stands, showing his holstered gun

"I know why you're here, bounty hunter. Word travels fast in these parts, there's no way I'm not getting taken in without a fight. You'll just have to pry my chip out of my head case the hard way." Felix laughs. To the other's utter confusion.

"Who knows maybe a bullet to the head might make you easier to look at with that shoddy weldjob!" To this the larger bot draws his gun pointing directly at Felix's head.

"You son of a-" the bot is cut short as Felix kicks the table up causing the other's gun to point away and shoot at the ceiling. Combat protocols engage. Felix draws his revolver and lands six shots each in a headshot right between the eyes on all six bots at the table. To the human eye it would seem ear instantaneous before all the bots fall to the ground and Felix is spinning his revolver before holstering it.

"Sorry 'bout that folks, go on y'all's business and have a good day now, y'hear? I'll see myself out once I retrieve those chips of theirs" before rooting around in the bots' headcases Felix nods to the bartender.

"Anything on them is yours as an apology for the ruckus."

#F31IX #Drabble #gun violence #dead man's hand

[mj-draynor]

Kelly Gang

#wargaming #28mm western #Western wargaming #Ruthless #Dead Man's Hand #Bushwrangin' #Ned Kelly #miniature painting

[stellarskull]

#lord huron #dead man's hand #lyrics