Dexter - Blog Posts
It was Dexters birthday today, took him to Black Park, which is next to Pinewood studios, had a great time and later treated him to a selection of meats and presents. Happy Birthday Dexter
I thought I would share this gorgeous photo of Dexter, great light and no camera (iPhone) shake.
I started watching dexter and it’s genuinely wild shit. His inner monologue will be like ‘this would be considered a kind action, if I had a heart. But unfortunately, I feel nothing inside. My chest is an empty cage, with no warmth inside it’ and he’s doing some shit like saving a puppy that almost got run over or something
random dexter rambling.. i miss rita.
instead of her dying, dexter saves her in time. she doesn't remember much about the assault but she swears she saw him kill her attacker before she loses consciousness. she wakes up in the hospital, he's there by her side. his hands trembling as he holds hers, brows furrowed, unable to meet her eyes. he mumbles "im sorry" and they sit in silence. she's trying to remember what happened but it's a blur. debra comes in and checks on her, gives them the bad news that trinity is in the wind. only, he's not and dexter knows it. he's at the bottom of the ocean, rotting in a trash bag. he's grateful for that at least, but he feels so guilty for what almost happened to rita. weeks pass, things are *different* between them to say the least. strained, painful. almost as if they can't look at each other anymore. he tries to talk but the words won't come out.
one day, rita has a dream of the attack, and clearly sees dexter stab trinity. she decides to follow him one night. she isn't sure why she hasn't ever done this before, he's always out so late.. and she's never quite sure what he's really doing. she watches with wide eyes as she sees him heaving what looks like a body in his trunk. he drives to an abandoned looking house. the moment he's inside with the body she shuts off her vehicle and follows him. she's peeking through the windows but can't see anything, so she sneaks inside quietly.
it's then that she sees all the plastic sheeting, curiously, she peeks behind it. only to reveal dexter, in all his homicidal glory, shoving a knife into some random man she's never met. the look in his eyes terrifies her and she lets out a gasp, almost tripping over something and falling back. his head snaps up and he can't believe his eyes. before she even gets a chance to run he's grabbing her, covering her mouth so she can't scream.
"it isn't what you think i promise- i was only-"
he can't think of a reasonable excuse, instead he just starts begging her not to leave him. he doesn't even care if she turns him in, he can't kill her. a million thoughts are running through his head and the biggest one is: "i can't lose them. my family. my wife. i won't lose them."
she's crying, her tears running onto his hand. the way she's looking at him makes his chest ache. he isn't sure what that feeling is, maybe hurt?
he takes his hand away slowly, "please.. rita. i can explain."
she shakes her head and looks away from him. she can't speak. she can't move, too terrified of the man she thought she knew. the man she married, the man she loves. loved? she doesn't even know anymore. was everything a lie?
he begins kissing her tears, salty on his lips. his hands, always so gentle when they touch her. even now, when they are covered in someone's blood.
"please," he begs again, his voice desperate.
she's shaking against him and she rasps out, "you killed him.. didn't you? the.. man who hurt me? i saw you.."
he nods and swallows the lump in his throat, "yes.. and this man. he hurt other people too. i only kill the ones who deserve it. i swear, i can prove it to you."
as if that justified him, as if that would make her stay. she finally looks up at him, and he can't tell what she's thinking. she's searching for something, he thinks, in his eyes. deceit, truth. every moment that passes is like an eternity until finally she stops shaking and her eyes soften. it's all beginning to click for her.
"this is your addiction, isn't it?"
he wants to say yes, because for the longest time it had been.. but the fear he just felt when he thought he could lose her told him otherwise. he kissed her, expecting her to pull away in disgust. only she didn't, she let him melt against her. shedding the mask he had put on for his entire life. someone finally saw him.. and she didn't leave.
Hello I’d like head rubs too please 👋
NATM but make it Curious George
y’all as a result of a very odd convo on the NATM discord, I am going to be illustrating a live action Curious George movie where the cast is just actors from NATM. So I need you, yes, *you* to help us brainstorm some characters!! Here’s who we have so far!
Ted ( aka the Man With the Yellow Hat) - Ben Stiller
George - Crystal the Monkey
The Doorman - Steve Coogan
Mr. Reinkins - Owen Wilson
And that’s literally all we have so far! Any character not mentioned needs to be cast, so go ahead and do your worst! (excluding Mrs. Reinkins, there’s gonna be a romantic subplot between Mr. Reinkins and the Doorman)
I’m tagging @eddiethecowboy and @secretly-larry-daley so hopefully more people will see this
I started watching dexter and it’s genuinely wild shit. His inner monologue will be like ‘this would be considered a kind action, if I had a heart. But unfortunately, I feel nothing inside. My chest is an empty cage, with no warmth inside it’ and he’s doing some shit like saving a puppy that almost got run over or something
very big fan of when shows put wigs on actors and say ‘yeah. That’s him when he was younger fuck you’. No anti aging ai, no teen actor hired. Just. The same guy with a fuckass wig
my first fic after brain damage 🎀
adult brian handles the laura moser situation
The metallic stench of blood was familiar to Brian by now, the way it hung thick in the air, so thick and pungent that he could almost taste it with each breath, copper on his tongue- that wasn’t out of the ordinary. The way it mixed with the tang of rust and the saltiness of the sea that slipped in through the cracks of the shipping container, less so.
Brian’s hands trembled as he knelt by his mother’s lifeless body. Jeans soaked up her blood greedily. The cold, wet floor beneath him seemed to leech the warmth from his skin, intensifying the lack of insulation the metal gifted. The world outside was distant and unreal, a stark contrast to the horror contained within this claustrophobic tomb.
Ugh I love Dex in Henley top (kill outfit)
I'M INTO THAT SHOW so I needed to make this ⬆️
Welp I can live with this
Tragic brothers.
Dexter: Dexter Morgan and Brian Moser. Genesis by Valzhyna Mort † Abel’s Body to Cain by Joseph Fasano