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Everyone’s favorite bisexual disaster that is Logan Delos now has a brand spanking new blog all his own!  Please reblog if you either are a Westworld character or have a verse so I can check out your blog and find more people to interact with now that I can actually follow people back wow imagine that.

                              originally established May 2017  ||  About  ||  Rules

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Everyone’s favorite bisexual disaster that is Logan Delos now has a brand spanking new blog all his own!  Please reblog if you either are a Westworld character or have a verse so I can check out your blog and find more people to interact with now that I can actually follow people back wow imagine that.

                              originally established May 2017  ||  About  ||  Rules

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Or I could just...  Do this now...  At 11pm..  The night before I gotta be up and more all of my goddamn shit, that’s cool too I guess...

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Yeah uhhhhhhh Logan’s getting moved to his new account sometime in the next week and a half or so, so if you get followed from blackxhat that’s gonna be me, I’ll keep his URL and theme and all that cuz I worked too fucking hard to lose it thanks.  Until then I’ll keep shitposting here and all that fun stuff.

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Logan’s a reader.  He particularly likes mystery novels, and takes weekly trips to the library after work on Mondays.  If there’s something specific he wants to read, he checks there first, but if they don’t have it he’ll buy it either online or at the store.  Books he buys and feels he won’t read again he’ll donate to the library when he’s done, figuring it cuts down on the clutter around his apartment.

It’s also not uncommon for him to grab a glass of wine and curl up with a book weeknights to wind down before bed.

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Uhhhhh so thoughts on me moving Logan to his own account? Y'all use sessionbox for that right?

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russian classics aesthetic. BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse. tagged by. @monochromehats tagging.  *finger guns*  steal it my dudes

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house,  heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs,emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers and slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath and counting heartbeats, too many stairs,the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind word.

THE IDIOT : classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops, flowers brought from an early morning walk, the wind caressing a girl’s hair, a bowl of fruit, the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight and white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine, the brightness of  a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snow storm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light,closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in expensive restaurants, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlor, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons, discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves, morning mist, moss-covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, leaving thoughts come and go, a slow yawn,picturesque plates and bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary, traveling by train,the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms, old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune.

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Catch me on Discord @ That Asshole#5653, I really gotta go do that packing thing and finish up.

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He strongly prefers red wine to white.

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He’s got a pair of ratty old pj pants he’s had since college that he refuses to get rid of.  They’re more or less considered shared property between him and Lasair at this point and things have gotten intense when they fight over who’s turn it is to wear them because they’re comfy as hell.  If you don’t think he’s worn them under his slacks to work just so she can’t steal them you are 100% wrong.

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1.  Anything under about 65 degrees F is considered cold.  (College was Not Fun.)  You can find him in sweatpants and burritoed in a blanket if the temp drops below that.

2.  He really likes the beach and sun.

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1.  On the note of pizza, Logan’s favorite junk food that I’m aware of is pizza rolls.  When they were in high school Jules has caught him in the kitchen in his underwear microwaving them multiple times, and it was a dietary staple in college.

2.  He tends to have a glass of wine or a beer when he’s cooking.

3.  On the note of cooking, he largely ignores recipes beyond cook time and temp, the rest is viewed as a really, really loose guideline.  (Food still turns out good tho)

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Logan wasn’t woken by his alarm clock as was usual.  Instead there was a pounding at the door and the clock said 1 am, not 6.  Well, shit.  It was his niece, and that definitely meant Juliet was fighting with William again and...  

Logan sighed, fumbling around in the dark for his pajama pants and a shirt that had been tossed somewhere, cursing under his breath as he nearly collided with the corner of the bed.  “Hang on, hang on, let me get my fucking pants on, Christ.”

A few moments later he opened the door, motioning for her to come in.  “Goddamn Em, you trying to wake the whole fucking building up?”

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           She pounded on the door with the heel of her hand several times, before pausing to cast a nervous glance over her shoulder, as if she could see through the wall to the street below. “Logan, let me in!” She called, resuming her frantic knocking. Maybe she should have sent a text, there was no telling what state her uncle was in at this hour. Unfortunately, she didn’t get to choose when her parents got into fights. “When mom realizes I’m not home, this is going to be the first place she comes to look. I need to hide!”

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some people choose to see the UGLINESS in this world, the disarray . i choose to see the beauty . to believe there is an order to our days . 

                                               A PURPOSE . 

i know things will work out the way they’re meant to .

independent & selective rp blog for dolores abernathy from the hbo show WESTWORLD . multiverse & - ship , oc friendly & willing to fit verses to whatever fandom . the mun has 6+ years of experience with tumblr rp . penned by anna . 

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Are you a Westworld rper?  Do you adore the show?  Want to meet fans and swap theories?  I’ve got a Discord server for you!

Our only real rules are don’t be a dick and keep things to their proper channels (yes there’s one for spoilers so don’t worry if you’re not caught up), so if you want feel free to join!