#vanhowlin

[causalitypsychic]

             the gun is raised, then lowered. it switches hands and repeats the process once more. up. down. all the while, bart continues to stare. “ huh. weird. ”

@vanhowlin SC..

[sylphboned-a]

kisses her hair bc she deserves all the kisses. all of them.

    ❛      goodness.      ❜    a sigh left her lips as she felt the roughness of a chin and lips kissing her head.    not even that but the odd rustling of her hair.    hands go to grab a bunch and twist it all around to lay over her shoulder.    ❛      i  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  you  tried  to  kiss  every  strand.    you’re  very  determined  like  that.      ❜

[variedintuitions-a-blog]

@vanhowlin

     A pitiful little whimper leaves him when he sees that all too familiar platinum hair atop those all too familiar glasses atop that all too familiar all black attire striding in his direction. The thought crosses his mind that he’s never seen a member of the Rowdy Three on their own before- they always come as a unit. But Martin is the ringleader and, if he’s being honest, the scariest of the group, so even without the others, there’s still reason to worry. “Oh, please, not again.”

[normaltothemax]

@vanhowlin​ bc christmas things

She stood between the man and the tree, arms spread out at her sides, as if she could keep him from passing her. “You take one step closer to this tree with that bat and I will beat your face in, buddy. Don’t test me, I’m not in the mood.” It’d taken her five goddamn hours to get the Christmas tree decorated to her boss’ liking and she was not about to redo it.

[variedintuitions]

i love @vanhowlin

[variedintuitions]

@vanhowlin

The ding of the bell on the door signals a welcome distraction from the birthday bouquet he’s working on. It shouldn’t be difficult but it just isn’t coming together the way he’d like it to, so his attention is quickly directed to the guest. 

Ah. The scary guy from next door. 

No, he’s never actually done anything to scare Dirk- in fact, none of their interactions have lasted more than a minute or two. Every once in a while, the man comes in, buys a single flower at a time, and leaves. Nothing threatening about that. However, he still gives Dirk dangerous vibes. Like he’s one of those silent but deadly types. Oh, wait, that’s about gas, isn’t it?

Still.

Dirk turns towards the tattooist with bright eyes and a small smile. “What'll it be today? A rose? Marigold? Chrysanthemum?”

[helltorturer-blog]

                    BLUNT   EXCITEMENT   LACES   features,    teeth   bared   in   a   smile.        “     hunting   humans   is   a   job   !    who   knew   ?      ”

@vanhowlin​     /    starter   call.

[kafkaesqves-blog]

     ‘ so... WHAT do we do, NOW? ’