#From Dusk till Dawn: The Series

[zanephillips]

D.J. COTRONA From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series 3.02 "La Reina"

[kt4747]

Halloween is coming 🎃.

[degenderates]

this came to me in a dream

[katefullersgecko]

Kate Fuller, a little lady, has two murderous bank robbers who happens to be brothers wrapped around her finger and I think that’s beautiful.

[astarkey]

So keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever.

[gellavonhamster]

THAT WAS A CRUEL AND UGLY THING TO DO TO AN INNOCENT GIRL

The Bloofer Lady Lucy Westenra (Dracula by Bram Stoker) & Santanico Pandemonium Kisa (From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series, 2014-2016)

[heatherwentwest]

Seth/Kate Fic: “you’re still home”

(15.9k words, rated M, complete)

Seven years after leaving Jed’s—and the Geckos—to rebuild her life, Kate is surprised to come face-to-face with Seth on a job. She’s not half as surprised as he is.

Or: The one where Richie’s playing chess while everyone else plays checkers.

[yossariandawn]

[bentcoppers]

Happy 43rd birthday to this beautiful talented man! Aging like fine wine.......

[zanephillips]

D.J. COTRONA From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series 2.05 "Bondage"

[kt4747]

Watching her

Strolling in the night, so white

Wondering why

It's only after dark

In her eyes

A distant fire light burns bright

Wondering why

It's only after dark

-Song: After Dark by Tito & Tarantula

[deadroads]

richiekate & barbie posters.

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Does the TV version of From Dusk Till Dawn (or the movie sequels—I only saw the first one) explain how the Fuck a Mesoamerican temple ended up right across the border from Texas? I know jack shit about Maya beliefs (though I have to assume Robert Rodriguez's take is at least a bit blasphemous), but is there any spiritual power that can transport a pyramid all the way across Mexico?

[katefullersgecko]

Seth Gecko, a well known atheist, went from making fun of the Fullers for their religious ways and believing in god to actually praying for the life of one the two people he loves the most in the world. The things he does for Kate Fuller…

[astarkey]

Spotify Wrapped Meme: FDTD + 22. Arkangel // Thornhill for @scarychristmas

[gellavonhamster]

ao3: eng / rus

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Kate repeats, shifting a gaze of such delight from one brother to another as if they just told her the best joke in the world.

“Do I have to show you my goddamn birth certificate?” Richie rolls his eyes indignantly, but it’s hard to tell how genuine that indignation is. “No one ever believes…”

“Take it as a compliment,” Seth suggests as he opens a bottle of beer and hands it to Kate. The bottle is cold as hell, and Seth’s fingers feel extra warm in comparison when Kate brushes against them with her own. “Maybe people are dying to learn your skincare routine, but they’re too shy to ask.”

“Oh, I’m sticking to the Dracula: Dead and Loving It technique, not everyone can afford that…”

“Like you used to look oh-so-mature before, Big Brother.”

“It’s not about Richie looking younger,” says Kate, warming her bottle between her knees. Richie is already chugging his beer with all the carelessness of someone who doesn’t have to worry about catching a cold or any other diseases of the mortals. Seth is chugging his with all the indifference of someone who doesn’t give a shit if he catches a cold or not. “It’s about you looking older.”

“She’s right, Seth,” Richie observes merrily and reaches out to ruffle his brother’s hair. Seth pushes his hand away without looking. “Hey, you’re already going grey a little bit.”

“And whose fucking fault is it that I’m already going grey, Richard?”

“I think that’s genetics.”

“I think no one’s hit you with a bottle opener for quite a while,” Seth waves that very opener eloquently, but he doesn’t try to stop Richie from touching his hair anymore, which the latter proceeds to do. Kate cannot help smiling when she looks at them, but a mild sort of sadness scratches at her heart at the same time. She misses Scott. She misses the times when she wasn’t scared to touch people first, remembering the way her touch – no, not hers, but still that of her hands, that of her body – used to suck out their strength, will, and soul. Never mind, she tells herself, and finally dares to take a sip of that icy beer, never mind. At least now she has her gloves.

At most now, she has her hope.