#crowdeads

[jademight]

     “ Don’t you think there are better and more important things to do than... chasing internet clout, @crowdeads​ ?” Brows furrow in deep, deep, confusion, gaze dipping momentarily as his voice drops low, “ I still don’t know what the hell that even is...”

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[firelightfables-arc]

something screaming this way comes for samantha carpenter at @crowdeads​!

Amazing how long the coffee shop line is in Woodsboro, ever since that new place opened up with the fancy machine. He’s not impressed, less so with the wait. Even more so from the daily special being advertised. It may be close to the anniversary, but god damn, have some respect for it all, you know?

Catching her glance at the chalkboard advertising the ‘Flat Knife’, complete with face in the foam, Barney snorted. “Don’t really see the appeal in it, but then again, feel like a franchise and a book later they’d stop bringing up that shit. Whole point is to move on, you know?”

[requitals-arc]

@crowdeads : people can’t always hear what i hear. 

“guess i’m just the sensitive type, then.”

the sentence comes with a smile that isn’t really a smile, more of a grimace that warps his expression. his voice is caustic. he doesn’t really mean it to be. living alone in the apocalypse doesn’t exactly teach you to be kind, and the commission didn’t teach him that either. in fact, there he was often intentionally cruel, especially at first. you have to convince the higher-ups that you don’t need something ridiculous like a partner to keep you in check. efficient. cold. and good at what he does. it comes through even now, in the body of his thirteen year old self.

there is nothing sensitive about him. he is not a finely tuned instrument in the way klaus can communicate with the dead, or the way that viktor hears sounds. no. he’s nothing like that at all. what he does tears holes in the fabric of things. space. and now time, too.

he waves a hand idly, dismissive in the way a thirteen year old should never be. it comes off as the demeanor of an old man. “or i’ve got job experience in the world ending. a few times, actually.” five leans back in his chair. it’s an old impulse to stretch out his back and alleviate aches and pains that no longer exist, not in this body. sometimes he half-expects to wake up in the body that should be his, one that wants to retire and do nothing while somewhere that’s a comfortable temperature. “as long as it’s not one of my beloved siblings behind the whole damn thing, i can probably assume i’ve dealt with worse.”

[outahell]

  ❝  𝐢’𝐥𝐥   𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚        10   bucks   i   can   play   this   track   perfectly   by   the   end   of   the   week !  ❞                      

@crowdeads​           ♡  

[havenforged]

@crowdeads​ sent:  ❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜ from jj to emily

              LOOKING DOWN at her hands, Emily lets out a deep breath. Cases can sometimes be hard, even more so when it doesn’t go their way. And this, this was such instant that didn’t go well. She tried to save the victim. She tried. But all of her trying didn’t do anything. She failed and she lost the victim. She failed. And she had her blood on her hands to prove that. Swallowing the lump that formed in her throat, Emily cleared her throat as she used the back of her hands to try and wipe away the tears that were falling mixed with the blood on her case. At the question that’s thrown her way, Emily spoke “Some of this is my blood yes, but 90% of it is the victims. But I failed and THEY DIED.”

[speedprofessor]

@crowdeads​ gets a thing

     “ I must confess, I have my doubts over the efficacy ​of your school. I doubt many of the X-Men have degrees in pedagogy.”

[intombedarc]

donna puffs her chest as she stands next to diana, producing a thin albeit facetious glare: are you shrinking, sister ? (she could be no where near diana’s height she just wants to tease her /: affectionately)

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 by her eyes, a brow raised high at the titan’s efforts,  “  oh, very funny, little one,  ”  her soft chuckle was brief. the pet name was affectionate, reminiscent of their younger days. being the elder one of the two puts into perspective of just how grown donna has become: a warrior in her own right,  “  someone’s not eating all of their vegetables,  ”  it still gives the wonder reason to nudge her from her space playfully.