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[raynicoat]

Please like/reblog if you’re using or downloading ~

[noisyghost]

sketches of ark's werewolf form except based on the designs of some other funny dogs i like

[pokeberry5]

i finished resolve and i love it sm ;-; i'm planning to go through and redraw some of my favorite moments, so i'll probably be posting these in batches. stay tuned

edit: next batch ; also adventures

i can't believe we got crossdressing in an ace attorney game. i love that the entire court keeps talking about how handsome ryuutaro is

what would we do without susato.

[synthwavecryptid]

Energy never dies, it just transforms

(some people believe that seeing a cardinal is sign or message from a deceased loved one, or that cardinals appear when angels or spirits are near)

[10bendog]

Cartoon Network Villains Bar

Even the bag guys need a place to unwind in between episodes. These guys are all regulars here, even if some of them often question why they come.

Would you go there if you could?

[fluentisonus]

one thing I love very much about the master & commander film is how much it loves the lines on the ship & is so willing and happy to show the sheer number of them, there are so many shots where this always leaves such an impression on me watching it. like just off the top of my head (apologies for the image quality I'm on my phone). ough:

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

hey why are the Van Helsings always the Vampire Hunting Family in modern Dracula stories. Abraham Van Helsing might be the guy who knows stuff but his family is off in the Netherlands and/or dead and totally uninvolved in the plot. Abraham's great-great grandson has no reason to be doing backflips and chopping off heads or whatever

You know who is a family who hates Dracula so so much and would totally teach their kids how to hunt vampires? The Harkers. Give me a modern vampire story where the protagonists are about to die when out pops Quincey Arthur John Lucy Abraham Murray Harker the Fifth, armed with a giant knife and an encyclopedic knowledge of train schedules

[pinkblanc]

Van de Graff generator, 1933

[graaaaaayy]

Wylan: This bloodline ends with me.

Jesper: That’s the fanciest way i’ve ever heard anyone say “I’m gay”

[dearlylostdoe]

[daemonologist]

reading Dracula has permanently altered my brain. i can never see count dracula as a generic character anymore. he isn't an ooky spooky horror monster he's the old bitch that imprisoned my boy johnny in his shitass castle and killed my beloved lucy and quincey. abraham van helsing isn't synonymous with badass monster hunters he's a 50-year-old dutch doctor who talks funny. i see things and think oh wow this is just like my favorite characters from my book that was written 126 years ago.

[nilgans]

My piece for the counter-pale resistance zine :D You can download it here, it turned out amazing! Many, many thanks to @de-fanzine-cpr-pale for organizing and assembling the zine 💖💖💖

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Honda Civic Van Custom, 1977. The long-roof version of the first generation Civic was sold as a van in Japan because commercial vehicles enjoyed a lower tax rate than passenger cars. They still had rear seats (that folded) but they carried a 400kg weight rating on the tailgate which was required to qualify for the tax break.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Quiet Morning

Cowboy! Logan X Reader

You get a visitor

A/N: Literally wrote this as I was having a breakdown over coursework lol. VERY short. but sweet <3

Warnings: None, just cowboy fluff <3

Heavy footsteps creaked through the quiet and dim house.

There’s a slight chill in the air from the early spring morning, the grass outside dewy, and mourning doves cooing their sad song.

A black cat enters the hall, tail rising as she watches the visitor approach the room she just left. 

He groaned, the jingle of his belt and spurs filled the hall, as he leaned down to pet the little cats head,

“How you doing lil lady?” He coos softly, a small weariness in his voice. She blinks slowly at him, before brushing up against the wall and then trotting away. He watched the feline disappear down the hall, before turning back to the bedroom door she came from.

He peered in, observing the figure lying asleep in bed. Quilts pulled over, cuddled against multiple pillows. Hair mussed, and lips slightly parted. The sight softened the tired cowboy’s eyes, as he took off his hat, setting it on the small table nearby. 

He walked across the room to the side of the bed, tilting his head and admiring the details of your face while you were sound asleep. He brought a hand up, a knuckle softly brushing over your cheek. 

You stirred at his touch, beginning to slowly open your eyes. You felt a weight behind you, the mattress groaning in protest, and you turned your head- graced by a familiar and welcome figure.

“Logan?” You whispered, a sleepy edge to your voice. He braced an arm around you, a faint smile as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. 

“Morning sweetheart. Didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice low, a small grumble that makes your heart flutter over the sound. You reached out to cup his cheek, your hand brushing over the thick stubble of his beard, your thumb softly stroked the space under his tired eyes. You moved your hand down to his neck, brushing to the back of it to urge him back down to meet your lips. 

There was no rush, as he pressed his lips softly back on yours. Gentle, careful, as if he was afraid his touch would break you. He parted, resting his forehead on yours.

“I’ll make us some breakfast.” He says, beginning to move from the bed, but you grabbed his vest, shaking your head.

“No, come lay with me. You look tired.” 

He looked at you, then a small nod of his head. Turning his body away from you, he leaned down to pull off his boots, discarding them to the side. He stood up, removing his holsters, his belt, and his vest, letting them drop to the floor. You watched him, and watched how his body moved with an ache and weary that you hadn’t seen from him before. 

He turned back around to you and climbed over you to the other side of the mattress. He plopped onto his back with a groan, and opened his arm and inviting you into his side. You happily curled into him, his body warming you more than the layers of quilts on your bed ever could. You brought your leg around his hip, and a hand slid underneath his shirt, softly brushing over his chest, right where his heart was. 

His arm wrapped around you, a deep content sigh escaping him as he melted into the bed. Noticing how warm it was, how the mattress seemed to sink and fit him perfectly like a puzzle. He’s once again reminded how right you felt in his side. 

First the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged, right there. A deep part of him knew that he belonged wherever you were. 

“So I was thinking.” He breaks the quiet silence. “Maybe I’ll stick around for a little bit. Help out with the barn, look like it needed fixing up out there. That front door got stuck on me too when I came in.”

You opened your eyes. Looking at the window across from your bed. You took in Logan's words. He never said that before, never suggested he stay for awhile. He came and went and you never knew for how long. 

“That would be nice.” You say softly, curling yourself in closer to him, and nuzzling into his neck. His hand began to softly brush up and down your arm. He turned his head to look out the window, same as you, spotting two mourning doves, sitting on a branch together outside, on the old oak tree.

[intheblackofmyroom]

prog fans that are still alive this is for you

[mensfactory]

Steve McQueen's 1970 Chevrolet K5 Blazer