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serpentdyke · 2 years

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Dexter season 1 - Eyes (1/2/3)

SS1E12 - ‘Born Free’ Teleplay

#this vs the 'close your eyes dexter don't look' flashback with his mother #dexter #showtime dexter #dexter morgan #brian moser #season 1 #dexteredit #my edit #michael c hall

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yajanmi · 1 year

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I literally can't live without them </3

#dexter #dexter morgan #harrison morgan #harrisonmorgan #jack alcott #michael c hall #michaelchalledit #showtime #showtime dexter

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ousmanehd10 · 1 year

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#dexter #perez prado #tv series #showtime dexter #show time #poster design #poster art #poster #reality tv #art #photoshop

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zaricats · 1 year

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i am what you made me: unlovable

LETTER TO HIS FATHER (1919, franz kafka) FRANKENSTEIN (1818, mary shelley) GREAT EXPECTATIONS (1860, charles dickens) DEXTER (2008, "our father", dir. keith gordon) ELEKTRA (420-414 BC, sophocles) THE LAST DAYS OF JUDAS ISCARIOT (2005, stephen adly guirgis) PARADISE LOST (1667, john milton) SHARP OBJECTS (2006, gillian flynn)

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macbethz · 1 month

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dexter doodles from a few weeks ago where i try to figure out how to draw him. i love his face shape very doughy

#i didnt know how to arrange them so i just didnt peace and love #dexter #dexter showtime #dexter morgan #dexter fanart #michael c hall #my art

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crimeshowsource · 6 months

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DEXTER 2.02

#dexter #dexteredit #tvedit #horroredit #ours #by kayjay #dexter morgan #rita bennett #dexter on showtime #cinematv #tvarchive #filmtvcentral #userthing #usertvfilm #usermaria #tuserjen #userairi #singinprincess

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roemantics · 5 days

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rewatching Dexter S1!! I’ve always had a soft spot for Biney

#dexter #ice truck killer #brian moser #my art #fanart #dexter showtime #doodles #dexter fanart #Rudy cooper #christian camargo

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castielsparkle · 6 months

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☆ ...on siblings & safekeeping & secrets-kept

☆ supernatural 5x02 - good god, y'all | dexter 6x12 - this is the way the world ends | supernatural 4x20 - the rapture | dexter 1x01 - dexter

please do not tag as 'ship' - this is not intended as such so fans of that please dni, thank you

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c0ffinshit · 1 month

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Hello, You. (Dexter Morgan x Stalker!Reader) PROLOGUE

a/n: hello, you. (get it? hehe). ANYWAYS sorry i've been gone for a while. i've literally been depressed for like months but I'M OKAY NOW. i promise. so, in honor of my mental health being good now, i wrote this story about a reader who REALLY needs to see a doctor. word count: 1,466 warnings: dead dove: do not eat, mentions of attempted rape (and rape in general), assault, borderline psychopath reader, stalking, like one mention of abortion, joe goldberg core

Hello, you. Dexter Morgan, you sick and beautiful freak of nature. I know what you’ve done. I’ll stay quiet for now since I’m such a good girlfriend. Well, about the girlfriend part. You don’t know yet. But you will soon, my love.

I would tell you how long I’ve been following you, but I fear it would make you more likely to run the other way. But the thing about that is I don’t want you gone yet. You don’t know yet that you desire me to. The same way I enjoy and crave you.

Ever since Rita died, your life has been fading colors, Dexter. You lack a desire, a need to kill, and feel that release. And I understand that better than anyone. Sure, the context may differ for us, but it always leads down the same path. You don’t have that drive, but I do. And more importantly, I want to give you that purpose you feel you lack. I’ve done everything to get your eyes to meet mine, but everything never works. It’s like I’m some piece of glass you can ignore. You want to look past me, Dexter, but I find that incredibly flustering when I’m standing there. I’ve quit jobs at places frequently and wore heavy makeup and ugly clothes, all for you. You can’t ignore me forever, Dexter.

Now I sit in a nearly empty store, just for you. It’s like I said, you can’t ignore me for long.

The store is bland and uninteresting, a place I would never expect you to be. Of course, this is where you’ll see me finally. You wouldn’t be able to unsee me. I’ve dyed my hair and changed my appearance. It’ll be hard to recognize me of the changes I’ve made. I know you’ll think: I’ve seen this girl before, but I can’t place where. But the truth is that you’ve noticed me in everything your eyes have touched. At supermarkets and malls, where I just watch you and your children enjoy a day out together. Then, your wife was murdered brutally by the Trinity Killer. Now, did I have connections to the Trinity Killer to cause her death? No, unfortunately. The death of your wife was still all him. But I quickly struck when I knew it was my time to shine. The children, not including Harrison, were finally gone. Now that I can manage. You, Harrison, and I could finally be the perfect family together.

But you had to make things complicated. First, it was Lila West. Now, I don’t like cheaters, Dexter. But here’s the thing about that. It's hard to compare all of your actions and say that cheating on your wife is the worst of them.

She was a serial arsonist. Lila didn’t understand anything about you, but she was good at taking care of your so-called addiction to heroin. You told her what she wanted to comprehend. Lila tried to save you when you were unsavable in her eyes. She wanted to save the unsavable.

Next thing you know, she’s off to France after almost killing you and Rita’s children in a house fire. She ran from you when you didn’t choose her over your wife. Pathetic, honestly. As much as I can say that I would do the same, I would be wrong. Dexter, I’ve known you for years now. We were coming up on our fourth year together. My fourth year in your life without you knowing of my existence.

Then that girl came into your life. What’s her name?

Oh, right, Lumen—the poor girl from Minnesota who sweetly begged for your help in the killing of her rapists. As much as she got in my way, I will admit, I did like her for you.

If I failed to exist, you would've destined to be with her. How funny fate works, though, since she left your sight in the blink of an eye. Was that my doing? For the most part, it was all her. Lucky me that I didn’t have to do anything before she told you that her dark passenger had left her and how she finally managed to heal from the torment. It's funny how someone so tortured by her past could move on so quickly, unlike you, who seems forever stuck in that cargo container.

My point is every girl in your life has left you in some capacity.

And the only male figure in your life failed you. I, however, understand that you don’t need saving or fixing. Killing is a part of you. Harry made that very clear to you. He tried to save you by shaping you into a hero. But as we both know, that didn’t last very long.

Now you’re here in Iron Lake, New York. Ten years clear from killings. I’m sitting outside the homely yet bland store, waiting for you to leave. Yes, I plan to follow you home. But I have a good reason. Tonight’s the night I tell you of the accident you saved me from, how you caught the man that could’ve killed me that very night. You rescued me by slaughtering him.

You probably don’t remember that night. I don’t blame you for that. It was just another kill for you. But allow me to enlighten you.

It was when you were still in Miami, November 1st, about nine at night.

I was leaving a bar after another sad night alone. A man follows me out of the bar. I can’t remember his name or his face. You would be better at recognizing his name and his face than me. All I do recall is someone grabbing me as I left, pulling me into an alley. His hand covered my screams, his other holding a hunting knife to my throat.

"Shut the fuck up, or this goes straight through your fucking neck." The man threatened, pressing the knife deeper into my neck.

I’d be powerless my whole life, always a second choice, but I never pled for what happened to me. But I don’t blame him for what he targeted me—a vulnerable young woman leaving a bar in early November. It’s a recipe for murder.

My voice tries to scream out more, my body thrashing against his. The man's grip moves away from my mouth, moving down my body. I feel tears swell in my eyes as his hand pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified. I couldn’t afford a police investigation or an abortion. I would have to carry the baby, that fucking rape baby.

Suddenly, the knife he was holding drops out of his hand. His threatening pleas of my silence turn hushed as I hear his body thud against the pavement. The loose rocks and debris scratch against his body as you drag him away. My eyes are shut tight, too scared to open them. But I knew it was you, the Bay Harbor Butcher. Things like this were happening all over the city. Stories of your heroism, saving all walks of life. You were a hero, never the villain. I just never thought it would happen to me.

The dragging briefly turns shushed as I feel your eyes on me. "Go. Run far." You say in a hushed tone.

My eyes shoot open, and it feels like my feet think for me. I do as you say. I ran, and I ran fast. My feet and lungs held my body as upright as they could. Finally, I reached a gas station near my apartment before I became tired. I ran five miles the night, just on adrenaline alone.

That’s how you saved my life that night, Dexter. Three words. You had given me a purpose and something to fight for.

It wasn’t hard to find you after that. I searched in forums across the internet, talking of this Bay Harbor Butcher persona of yours. Of course, I never encountered you on any of those, which I should’ve figured. So, my search efforts had become ten times harder. So, I did what any logical person would do and found patterns within your murders, all criminals who either went under the radar or were recently released. You try to save the people, like some sick and twisted Batman. When, if anything, you follow closer to Bateman than the caped crusader. I did what a cop or detective couldn’t have done in a year. After all that time and effort, I found your name and shady Iron Lake cabin: Dexter Morgan, a man in the countryside with a girlfriend who's a cop. Shame for her since she won’t live to hear my declaration. But even if she does, she won’t like what she hears.

#dexter morgan #dexter showtime #michael c hall #dexter morgan x reader #send help #i want him #dead dove do not eat

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hannibalxhopskins · 22 days

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So I came across a clip earlier online from Dexter S3 (for those who are familiar with the show) and he’s in jail but the cop tells him that they have no more bunks so he’s free to leave but that they’ll have to call his wife Rita to go get him and this exchange occurred in both his inner monologue and right after Rita picks him up. This made me think of Hannibal and Clarice bc Hannibal is totally okay with killing but God forbid he disappoints Clarice 😂

Hannibal: *inner monologue* “How is it I can kill people and feel no regret, but disappointing Clarice makes me feel like the scum of the Earth?”

Hannibal: *in the car after Clarice picks him up* I’m sorry...

Clarice: I know.

#anthony hopkins #hannibal lecter #clarice starling #clannibal #dexter morgan #dexter showtime #incorrect quotes

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pr0fessional-cunt · 2 months

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my babygirls are sociopaths