#The Motel room

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migration Doug Aitken

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 18 | Family Business

[sleevebuscemii]

like i said. they dont even fall to that ground. art deliberately lowers patrick onto it.

[inthedarktrees]

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) dir. David Lynch

[deadmotelsusa]

The honeymoon suite at the Cedar Grove Motel of Altoona, Pennsylvania. Only $75 a night.

[claudeleine]

#now i'm down bad

HANNIBAL 1.01 // INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.01

[beebox-illustrations]

So…. Guess what I’m currently rewatching😬

Are there any supernatural fans among you? I’d be delighted :D

Have a fantastic Sunday !✨🌻💚

[dilfexpress]

logan spotted you through his tinted sunglasses. you were walking on the side of the road, arm stretched out, thumb pointing upwards hoping to flag down a car. you looked young, innocent, naive. although with some hesitation, his protective instincts couldn't help but kick in.

"shit" he sighed. he didn't want to, and he hoped he wasn't making a mistake. but logan knew that if he didn't pick you up, some sick pervert would. he knows what humans can be like. he didn't want a pretty thing like you getting hurt or taken advantage of.

logan grabbed his jacket off the passenger seat, throwing it in the back. gently honking the horn, he slowed down next to you. you excitedly stopped and waved at the man in the car.

great, logan thought, a peppy one.

you pointed at the window and signalled for him to roll it down. "hey mister" you smile, propping your forearms on the car door, leaning inside.

"which way you goin' doll?" logan huffs. you were surprised that considering he pulled over for you, he seemed reluctant to help.

"east" you tilted your head "but i'll go wherever you want"

logan raised an eyebrow, his face a mix of confusion and disapproval, but with a hint of a amusement. he leant over and opened the door for you.

[horreurscopes]

i like my body when it is with your body.

[bleedingoptimism]

Eddie works in construction. One day he’s asked by a colleague to do a job for him. His workmate says it’s a kind of 'hush, hush job' just some holes in the front porch of a mansion, he’s just not allowed to talk about it with anyone else. He's really mysterious about it but he mentions they pay a fortune for it so Eddie agrees to do it.

He immediately realizes that all the weirdness and mystery business is because the 'holes' on the wall are fucking bullet holes. But his colleague was right, the pay is ridiculously good, so he keeps his head low and works on leaving the entrance good as new.

Just do his job and walk out, easy enough, right?

Then, a few hours into his work a car pulls up, the driver, a huge man who kind of looks like donkey kong but not in a cute way, in an actually very intimidating way, gets out and goes to the backdoor side, opens it and then drags a young man out, walks him up the stairs by the scruff of the neck.  The man is... gorgeous, he's fucking beautiful, Eddie can't do anything more than stand there, plaster precariously dripping of his spatula as he watches the brunette shake himself free of the driver, fix his hair and jacket and walk up the front steps, the driver giving him one last push when he hesitates to which he huffs and turns to look bitchily at him before continuing his ascend up the stairs.

When he passes by him, the young man looks at Eddie, smiles and gives him a little nod which is more than anyone else has done so far, every other person in the mansion acting like Eddie was part of the decour. Eddie smiles back noticing two things when he does, first, that this guy has the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen and second is, he has a bruise under his right eye, warm and red, like it’s new and just forming. Eddie frowns and is about to ask him if he's okay but the man sighs like he's bearing himself, before opening the door and entering before he has a chance to speak. 

Curious, Eddie leans closer to the now closed door, he hears the young man say, "Hi, dad" and then, horrified he hears the distinct sound of a slap, a hard one. He contemplates opening the door but he saw the weapon poorly concealed on Donkey Kong’s belt when he went in after the young man and judging from the bullet holes he’s spent the whole afternoon filling, he’s probably not the only one with a weapon. He just clenches his teeth and leans in closer trying to make out any other sounds. But no sound of distress, no retort, or scream or insult rings out.

"Go to your room," Eddie hears a stern voice say, and then another sigh, a loud one, like the young man is bored of his father's abuse. It's ballsy, Eddie thinks, undecided if it's brave or stupid.

Letting out a sigh of his own, Eddie shakes his head and goes back to work, but he can't stop thinking about the guy's smile, about what he should do, if he even should do something, is it worth the trouble? He can’t get involved with the mafia or whatever this people’s deal is. Hell! He can’t even get involved with the police, thanks to his father, he’s already a target for them.

Just when he’s about to finish up and still unsure on what to do, he hears a noise from the side of the building and is surprised to see the young man climbing down from a window on the second floor. Eddie watches as he walks on the roof and then jumps down letting himself dangle from the side of the building, it's quite an impressive show of agility honestly. And when he lands, he fixes his jacket and hair again as he walks over to Eddie, "Hi,” he says softly with a smile, "I'm Steve"

Steve's black eye is getting swollen and now his cheekbone is bright red too but Eddie can’t help thinking about how perfect his face is.

“I'm Eddie,” he replies, anxiously looking at the front door.

“Is that your bike?” Steve asks him, nodding to his motorcycle on the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he answers wary but very curious about where this is going.

Steve looks at him, very purposely letting his eyes roam all over him and Eddie can feel the warmth of his eyes everywhere. When he finally looks back into Eddie's eyes, (not before lingering on his mouth a torturous amount of time) he says, "Wanna get out of here?”

Turns out doing his job and walking away wouldn't be that easy after all.

Choosing between the pay or taking Steve away with him? Easiest choice he ever made.

coffee? let's run away together... ☕🥐💕

[nymph3t-doll]

[picvoid]

[deadmotelsusa]

Honeymoon suites of the 1970s

[retropopcult]

[williammarksommer]

Desert Hills Motel

66 series 

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Dean Winchester of Supernatural fame is NOT reading parenting books he is putting on Cheaper By The Dozen, Daddy Daycare and Honey I Shrunk The Kids taking notes.