Horror is Happiness

Trouble used to come in threes, but now it comes with a camera. Has anyone ever told you that you could be a model? indie oc/fandomless/written by abbie

[crowsmiles]

[text: Soon To Be] The small killer is being loud and angry at me and I think he wants Papa.

[text: light of my life] papa is on his way home with extra meat. good kills today. 

[littlerxdfox-deactivated2016080]

“Why? You hatin’ on kids or somethin’?

[crowsmiles]

“Sort of. Not a fan. Not a fan of tiny, grubby hands on camera and slobber on lenses.” 

[crowsmiles]

dan-mighthavebeen-onfire:

[text: gryffindor] He’s a playful baby, little Simba. Already trying to eat my toes. Hurry home <3

[ text: nerd boyfriend ] I’M ALREADY SPEEDING. DON’T ENCOURAGE THIS.

[crowsmiles]

dan-mighthavebeen-onfire:

[text: gryffindor] I may have bought you a new camera as well, you were griping about how that one was cracked and whatnot.

[ text: nerd boyfriend ] ON MY WAY. ALREADY LEFT THE STUDIO.

[crowsmiles]

dan-mighthavebeen-onfire:

[text: gryffindor] and yes, it’s legal to own him here. he’s ours.

[ text: nerd boyfriend ] I’M ON MY WAY. I LOVE YOU. I’M GONNA CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SHOOT. FUCK.

[crowsmiles]

He’s waiting for Papa Griff to come home.

[ he has no words, only tears. very happy tears ]

[schwarzerseytan-deactivated2015]

[andromedafalls]

tny bby tries its best

[whafeverforever-blog1]

LITÉRALEMENT SIMBA

[poemsingreenink]

Honest to god I think he’s just repeatedly yelling “I’m a lion!”

[crowsmiles]

[text: gryffindor] Griffy? I went by Phil's grave a few hours ago and I don't think I can make myself leave. If I'm not home by tonight I'm in the cemetery. - Dan, 6:16 PM

dan-mighthavebeen-onfire

[ text: nerd boyfriend ] I’ll come by later and see how you’re feeling. do you need anything?

[crowsmiles]

internet-suppxrt-grxup:

Dan rose an eyebrow and shook his head. “My god? What the hell is wrong with you Griff?! I’m not doing that, the fuck?” Daniel was quite frankly way to busy to even get up, he was to busy browsing twitter and tumblr to even attempt to get up.

“Your laziness offends me, get in here.” Griff chuckled softly, “Shirtless. Now. Immediately.” He stepped down from off the coffee table and looked toward the door again, “It’s for a project, just come in here.”

[crowsmiles]

internet-suppxrt-grxup

“Daniel, I need you to come in here, right now, immediately.” Griff was busy trying to get his camera set up properly, not sure what his idea was yet, “I don’t want to see you until you’re shirtless and in this room.” He glanced toward the door, “...Please?”

[crowsmiles]

crowsmiles:

{ if i’m being honest, griff hates everything right now and is being very selective with replies, so like for a starter I guess?? }

[kanames]

pictures of some different parts of the ocean I was in~

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

“I absolutely adore all my writing partners, but my favorite AU writers are crowsmiles and sean-mc-fucking-loughlin. Not only are they both amazing people, but they handle everything my muse throws at them in stride, not to mention my OOC notes of “oh, this works better in another verse, I’m gonna change it”. Thank you both for thinking me good enough to play with.”

[crowsmiles]

thedcpths replied to your post: Mun play. This sounds so cute wtf.

“What? Really? Oh man - that’s so cool.” B) !

“Mine’s a bit more shaved on the sides, but the top is just as much of a mess as yours, bud.”

[crowsmiles]

Mun play. This sounds so cute wtf.

thedcpths​

“We’ve almost got the same haircut.”

[wondrouswomcn]

Send me “Mun play” and I will play as myself for a thread with your muse.

[crowsmiles]

internet-suppxrt-grxup

“Hey, asshole, get out of the way. I’m workin’ here.” Griff was knelt down, trying to get shots of people walking down the street, nothing specific. He looked up at the man, a look of disgust spelling across his features as he shooed the other.

A look of confusion quickly replaced the one of disgust as he looked at the man again, “Shit.” He smirked slightly, stood up, letting the camera hang against his chest. He bit his lip, oh fuck which one was this.

He wasn’t drunk. Was he? No, no, he’d skipped breakfast this morning. He hadn’t done drugs in years, so... Yes. It was Dan. The more lively of the two he’d lost. “Now,” Griff started, ice blue eyes misting over as he looked at the other, “What did I tell you about standing in front of things I’m trying to get photos of?”