ironfries:

and then i accidentally fanarted the dresden files? this can be blamed on BECCA and the fics of polite mob bosses and wizard PIs who forget to eat :C

this is just my rough imagination on how they would kinda look like to me, so i’m sorry for any weirdness/inaccuracies. it’s mainly to benefit my reading experience because i figured a visual aid would help me when reading things ;; runs away

starlightracer:

There is a whole spectrum of magical energies that are difficult to define or understand. There are thousands of names for them, in every culture — mana, psychic energy, totem, juju, chi, bioethereal power, the Force, the soul. It’s an incredibly complex system of interweaving energy that influences good old Mother Earth around us, but it all boils down to a fairly simple concept: Shit happens.

— Harry Dresden - The Dresden Files: Blood Rites

ensuingchaos:

“The man once wrote: ‘Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.’ Tolkien had that one mostly right.

I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, ‘Fuck subtle.‘”

silverblinkwriter:

Such a wonderful car.

An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo!

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that there isn’t an invisible demon about to eat your face.

Harry Dresden (via awkward-angel)

Bob rolled his eyelights. “It’s a semidivine immortal, Harry. It doesn’t procreate. It has no need to recombine DNA. That means that gender simply doesn’t apply. That’s something only you meat sacks worry about.”

“Then why is it that you stare at naked girls every chance you get,” I said, “but not naked men?”

“It’s an aesthetic choice,” Bob said loftily. “As a gender, women exist on a plane far beyond men when it comes to the artistic appreciation of external beauty.”

“And they have boobs,” I said.

“And they have boobs!” Bob agreed with a leer.

This exchange brought to you by Bob the Skull and Harry Dresden from Turn Coat, by Jim Butcher. Which is awesome and you should read ALL of The Dresden Files.  (via calamitoustidings)

dresdensdoodles:

I am seriously digging this crayon tool in sai for doodles man.

Have some Harry Dresden, I need to draw him more.

I used the knife.
I saved a child.
I won a war.
God forgive me.

dresdensdoodles:

here you go even.

just for you.

you butt.

“I want to go where they treat me like their king.”

“Harry, Burger King is closed.”

— Superwholock Files doodle

robinade:

elizabeth-paige reblogged your photoset: I’ve always loved the AUs where John has…

Mouth falls open…can we have The Superwholock Files?

Castiel’s probably peeved that there’s no room for him in the Impala.

We still hadn’t learned, though, that growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you’re just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something.

Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind - graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.

And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it.

Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

Jim Butcher, “Storm Front” (via fabfins)

megamaz:

Harry Dresden by ~thegryph

(Source: bronytoki)

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me a call.
I’m in the book.

(Source: hadestowns)