#crashedthemode

[speedconduita]

destiny 2 flavor texts!  //  ⪻ @crashedthemode​​ ⪼         ↳           ‘ hard to make it out, just a blur of bullets and fists. ’ ((welcome back!!! <3))

This brings back memories... here they are, the two of them –and, oh, what a pair they make darting this way and that– standing in downtown Central City, trying to corral a group of juiced idiots wielding guns—juiced idiots granted superspeed. Just our luck.

bullets spray in nearly every direction as he ducks and zips out of the way. Wally isn’t entirely sure just where they received their drugs, but he doesn’t remember anybody getting a sample of his blood. It’s like Velocity all over again. Ugh.

regardless, he can’t let them carry on. semi-automatic weapons and high speed simply don’t mix. ( although, these guys would probably say otherwise. ) glancing over to Bart, the redhead calls out to his companion, words a jumbled mess to prevent the rogues from understanding his direction, ❝ Go-Right!-I’ll-Go-Left!-We’ll-Circle-Around-For-A-Quick-Whirl-Of-Wind,-Yeah? ❞

he doesn’t spare the younger speedster another glance as he takes off. running around the group of five men in a tight circle, he kicks up his speed to block them from slipping through. he can only hope Bart doesn’t give into goofing off, and instead listens to his orders. Kid is hardheaded, but good at improvising - I just would rather he didn’t this time.

[dementedspeedster]

‘ now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab. ’

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Thad grabs Bart by the shoulders and shakes him once with a wild look in eye. He swears Bart’s doing this to annoy him. He swears he cannot be cloned from, that he can’t share a majority of the same DNA with someone who thinks this specific song has anything to do with ‘crabs’.

“You don’t actually think this song is about crabs?! Do you Bart?! Do you?!“

[redsleuthed]

“I’m freezing, come cuddle with me!” timbart christmas cuddles ; 3

        𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 as they watched the fire crackle, as they gently bake by the fireplace. He could smell the hot chocolate from a mile away, knowing Bart probably put too much chocolate pieces into it. It was comical how much sugar the other needed to consume in order to function properly. The speedster life must have been hard, despite of the given threats from his evil clone and the Thawnes. He never bothered to ask about them, since he could tell Bart never enjoyed divulging too much of his personal life. The fact he knew they existed was enough. He wasn’t about to ruin the sweet moment with his boyfriend either. It was nice to be out of Gotham for a bit, in the comfort of Mr. Mercury’s residence.

             He took a seat next to Bart, under the massive fleece blanket provided to him by his thoughtful significant other. A smile naturally flowed out of him, as he pressed the side of his body against Bart’s, before taking ahold of his mug of hot chocolate. He wished he could blow on his beverage to cool it down a bit, but the mountain of marshmallows piled upon made it impossible. So, Tim did the next best thing-- he began to pick apart the mountain and ate them one by one.

           ❝ Thanks for the hot chocolate, Bart. ❞ He said, before placing a kiss onto his cheek.  ❝ Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but did you have to add this many marshmallows though? ❞

[fartemis-crock-a]

(da au bitch) "Mama! Santa! Santa!" Squirming in Artemis's arms, the little speedster excitedly pointed to a red sleigh in the middle of the mall which hosted, of course, Santa Claus. Big golden eyes lit up as he tried to wrangle his way out of the woman's grip. The only reason he was being carried to begin with is so he didn't run off but it seemed like Bart had other plans

Oh--- if he thought she was going to let him go that easily, he was wrong. There was a reason the kid wasn’t on the ground, and it’s because it was sooo much easier to keep him from twisting away. Even if it meant that she had to hoist the bag she’d been holding with her free arm, up under her armpit so that she could keep him from getting down.

“---There’s a line, kiddo.  If you wanna meet Santa, you gotta wait in line.”

[redsleuthed]

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Bart immediately tries to stifle a giggle, ultimately failing as the little speedster began guffawing a little too loud, freckly cheeks heating up over the most basic of jokes. Bart’s sense of humor was all over the place and he’d laugh over the most bizarre things but it also meant even the silliest of jokes got him too.

     The joke wasn’t even that funny, yet Bart seemed to appreciate his puns. He watched at his best friend giggled uncontrollably, his hair wildly tossing as he tried to gasp for air. Bart’s giggles were so infectious, Tim found himself giggling as well, nudging Bart’s shoulder gently.

            ❝ H-Hey-- ❞ he said, in-between giggles.  ❝ It wasn’t even that funny. B-BART! ❞ He believed the way Bart’s hair flipped and flopped as he threw his head back was worth it though. The warm feeling of not having to impress people with his intellect, the freedom of being a normal kid, should always be welcomed. So, Tim had to hit him with another, as if Bart wasn’t wheeze laughing already. ❝ If money doesn’t grow on trees, how come banks have branches? ❞

[fartemis-crock-a]

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

a meme i’m much too lazy to find luv

“Mhm---”

She’s bored. She’s not gonna say she’s bored. ...But she’s bored.

....and hey, his hair is just long enough to do two dutch braids in, so fuck it.

“---Be still for like, a minute.”

[redsleuthed]

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        Tim didn’t mind sharing a bed with Bart when he had to, but the other constantly wiggled his foot as he slept. Tim groaned, as he laid wide awake, thinking of ways he could get his best friend to stop moving. He thought of strapping him down, but Bart had been known to vibrate through objects as he slept. No point in doing that. The only other option was to wake him, but he knew the minute they go back to sleep, he would have to deal with the same problem over and over.

         Then-- suddenly-- his foot stopped shaking. Tim waited a few more seconds, but nothing happened. Ah, finally. Of course, his relief didn’t last for long. The speedster glued himself to Tim and refused to let go. 

[redsleuthed]

Bart speeds up and when he is in view you can see an incredibly toothy grin as he jumps suddenly into Tim’s arms, relying on the boy wonder to react fast enough and catch him

@crashedthemode

          OH NO. HERE COMES A WILD BART!

          Milliseconds before Bart could launch himself at teen angst personified, like a puppy ecstatic to see their master after a long day, Tim had his hands up, in front of him, dismissively waving them as he tried to get the other to yield. Before he could yell “HEEL” (at that point, Bart must’ve been a puppy in his previous life and Tim was sure of it), a white and red blur crashed into him.

            ❝ OOOF-----!! ❞

           Down went the Boy Wonder, the human disaster, along with his trusty friend. The sheer force of the collision caused the both of them to crash onto the floor, bouncing off it once, before sliding their way rapidly across it. Just when Tim thought the terror was over, they crashed into the wall, almost breaking Tim’s arm in the process. A groan escaped from the bird, looking up as he did, only to find an excited Bart hovering over him, somehow unphased by the previous three seconds.

               Tim wished he had the energy to headbutt the other, however, he placed a hand over Bart’s face, and let out an annoyed moan.

             ❝ DON’T. DO. THAT. AGAIN. ❞