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The firm tone Gaz spoke in would have shocked Crow if he wasn’t expecting it, his cruelty to be returned tenfold for his actions. A strong telling off for being so stubborn and the sad sack of a man he was.

Except, it wasn’t cruel. Strict but not mean. Gaz’s words were spoken with an underlying softness that Crow was yet to get used to.

And they definitely got his point across.

They settled in Crow’s chest and the folds of his mind, overpowering anything negative and weighing him down with a whole new mess of emotions, something far more guilty but far less self-sabotaging.

In fact, he felt ashamed, shy for thinking the way he had for a little over a week, for being so set on distancing himself from Gaz that he completely forgot the other also had a say in their relationship.

How dare he think he could leave what he and Gaz had and expect the both of them to be fine with it, how dare he try to do so and forget completely that they were in this together. It’d been said to him a hundred times and it would have to be said to him another hundred times over to properly register it. They were in this together.

How dare he even touch cigarettes as well. It had been a while since his self-sabotage had gone that far. What was wrong with him?

“Fuck-“ he sobbed breathlessly, having to take a deep breath to collect himself before speaking again. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

He wanted to pull away, not out of anger, but of pure embarrassment. The way Gaz held him told him the man wouldn’t tolerate that though, protective and loving and reasonably firm, told him he wouldn’t be able to separate from Gaz for a while after this all.

Unable to draw away, Crow settled for pulling in. Well, settled was a generous word to call it. More like considered, his hand shifting in its grip on Gaz’s shirt between that and his cheek, unsure if his touch was even welcome in that moment. If he’d earned the right to hold Gaz like that.

He cursed quietly under his breath after catching himself thinking like that again. A hundred times he’d been told…

“…I love you, Kyle,” he murmured, followed by a couple extra apologies as his hand slid into place on Gaz’s face, his palm cupping his cheek so perfectly.

“…I hate getting like this so much. I didn’t mean to push you away I- I thought I was doing the right thing but I am just stupid.” He tilted his head softly into Gaz’s palm, finally accepting his support fully, as guilty as it made him feel.

“I’m not getting any better with these episodes, am I?”

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

((QUICK PSA. i know i’ve been so inactive i’m rlly sorry i promise i’ll get around to everyone eventually soon so DONT STOP INTERACTING WOTH ME pls 🙏 i’ve just been distracted by irl stuff and i get overwhelmed easily i’m sorry guys i love you guys 🖤))

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Crow couldn’t find it in him to be surprised. Not when Gaz pulled him in close, not when Gaz dragged the two of them somewhere more private - the familiar supply closet sparking many certain memories that Crow couldn’t find it in him to be amused at either -, not when Gaz asked, practically begged, him to tell him what was going on.

That was just Gaz’s nature. Endlessly caring, excruciatingly compassionate about those he truly cared about. There was no use arguing about it, as much as Crow wanted to.

His tongue itched with self-deprecating words wishing to be spoken out loud, wishing to insist that he didn’t deserve this. With everything he had done, everything he is doing and everything he’s sure he’ll do, none of it could be worthy of such softness.

He wasn’t worthy of the way Gaz’s eyes looked into Crow’s and his hands held his face, keeping him grounded with a look of concern, softness, fear, warmth, worry… love, even.

Somehow after all of this, after that everything, Gaz still loved Crow. And Crow loved him too, of course he did, couldn’t not, not with how much he mattered to him. He mattered so much Crow had been willing to distance himself from him, his love, to keep him protected. Like his efforts resulted in anything.

His breath shook as he let out a heavy sigh, mind screaming at him to flee, say nothing.

The words ‘I’m here. And I want to be here’ rung out louder than any hurtful thought or fucking bass riff though. Endlessly caring…

His mouth was open before he realised, words spilling out in a way that would be pathetic if Crow wasn’t far more focused on keeping himself from running, again, focused on the way Gaz looked at him. “…I should be alone.” Another breath, even shakier than the last. “I- I’m not like you, Kyle. I’m mean and… stubborn.” Again, another breath, and again, something he would find funny if he didn’t feel like shit.

“You’re so good. You do everything to help and a- all I do is take… and you’d be better off without me. Y’know that, yeah? Know I’m not good for you, yeah?” As he rambled his hands had finally seemed to stop their unsure shaking as they started to grab at the front of Gaz’s shirt, begging for something even more grounding. “I- I thought distance would make you realise that and I’d- I dunno. I’d get to pout about it.”

His lips pried into an uneasy smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes, before very quickly his shaky breathing devolved into actual sobs, eyes fogged over with tears rather than that distant look. “But- fuck-! You couldn’t have that, no? Have to be more stubborn than me? M’sorry, Kyle, I am. I don’t deserve you…”

((IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY 💔💔))

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

((i have smth to announce))

((i made a new blog. for a hybrid oc. PLS GO CHECK HIM OUT 🫶))

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Another sob, angry and raw, was ripped from Crow’s throat when Gaz caught up to him almost effortlessly, his grip tight and unwilling to let him go, as much as he tried.

It was grounding, the sudden proximity and touch, Crow would give him that. But it didn’t stop him from trying to pull and push away, stubbornly trying to get away and protect the one man he cared so much about from him. But even the struggle was grounding, helped Crow gather the chaos in his mind until he could look Gaz in the eye.

Absent and distant eyes met ones of sadness and pain and Crow found himself sobering up just a little from the trance he’d convinced himself so far into.

Gaz was… sorry. He was sorry, which was far from what he should be at that moment. Anger, yes, resignation, maybe. But nothing apologetic.

But… Crow supposed he expected this. Gaz was one of the most caring people in his life, stupidly determined in the right way that wasn’t as stubborn as his good for nothing boyfriend.

Of course he felt sorry. He felt sorry for Crow’s actions when Crow wanted anything but sorrow, didn’t deserve anything more than disgust and anger.

“…Why are you sorry?” his voice was just as quiet, if not quieter, than Gaz’s as he spoke in a hushed voice. Looking at Crow now, he looked more… attentive, expression filled with subtle emotion from the crease of his eyelids to the pull of his lips rather than being dead, empty. “Why are you sorry? There’s nothing to be sorry about… I should be sorry. Fuck- I should be sorry, not you. Please.”

His hands started up their struggle once again, gentle tremors where he resisted the urge to reach out and grab Gaz, hold him close, run his fingers over each and every one of his features that he loved so much.

All he could do was hurt people, wasn’t it? ‘Unable to decide if you want space or warmth. Greedy, greedy, selfish. You know how to protect him, and everyone else you love, but you can’t? Selfish, disgusting,’ his mind sang and Crow shook his head harshly to clear it.

He couldn’t let those thoughts take him now. Not when Gaz was in front of him, looking so pained and begging for answers. He wouldn’t go distant now. Not if he could help it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry! You haven’t done anything, of course you haven’t, it’s me… Kyle it’s me. I’m the one fucking up and I’m so sorry-!”

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

Are you two breaking up 😔

mind your fucking business anon

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i know someone who got mauled by crows 💔

this is ooc fs but hiiiii. i’ve been seeing your posts and didn’t wanna be stalking them like a weirdo

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((i’m going to take that as a sort of compliment thank you for stalking me???? feel free to anytime 🖤 also what???? you know someone who was mauled by crows???????))

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Crow didn’t turn around, couldn’t, the sound of Gaz’s voice too quiet to hear over the feeling of dread that was steadily building up.

The box of cigarettes in his hands was crushed even further the more Crow thought about them, the heavy taste of them in the back of his throat, their smell. It was absolutely dread that he was feeling, a gross fear of the memories they brought up - too young and too used to that smell.

He figured the things were perfect in that moment then. No better distraction than the one that made him feel like his parents, reminded him how alike he was to them when the smoke engulfed him. ‘Cruel, disgusting, selfish person’.

…He wasn’t sure what compelled him to look back - guilt, it was guilt and everything regretful - but a simple glance over his shoulder and he saw none other than Gaz himself chasing him down.

Crow’s steps faltered so badly out of surprise that he stopped completely, staring at Gaz as he got closer. Had he fooled him so badly? Tricked him so much that the man went as far as running through base to get to him?

He debated running off as well once he’d collected himself enough to get over the shock that wasn’t actually shock, it was incredibly in character for Gaz to chase Crow down after the latter had demanded self-destructive distance, and his decision was made quick when his feet began to step away again.

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

The seconds dragged on agonisingly as Crow spent them staring at Gaz again, a frustrated sob eventually breaking the silence, the sound coming from deep within his throat as he grew more irritated with himself.

Gaz was right. He didn’t get it. That’s how tricked Crow had got him, fooled him past his sweet and caring facade and revealed himself to be as terrible as he was.

That’s why he needed to put distance between them, mercy Gaz and let him put the pieces together without Crow getting in the fucking way for once, avoid hurting the man he loved so much by staying so far away.

“…You matter to me. So much.” His voice shook, wavered with the pain and uncertainty around the idea of even saying something so soft to Gaz when he was being so cruel.

He had no time to think about that though, his resolve steadily failing and he pulled back all too suddenly holding another sob down. If Gaz wouldn’t ‘fuck off’, then Crow would be the one to do it.

His feet were quick yet heavy as they carried him across his room, his hands shaky yet determined as they sorted through one of his bedside drawers, before he got up and left his room entirely with what he was looking for in hand.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the despair in Gaz’s eyes as he left, so he avoided looking at him entirely. Instead, his hand tightened around the box of cigarettes he’d held.

It had been years since he’d touched the vile things. Years since he’d fucked up enough to decide he needed one.

Images of how Gaz had looked at him flashed through his mind as he fled his own room, anger, pain, sorrow, and he knew this was one of those times he’d fucked up.

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

Crow drew his hand back sharply, like he’d been burned. Because it honestly felt like he had. Hurt enough to snap the dazed look in his eye away and his gaze turned so sharp as he faced Gaz it could burn right back, not unlike a deer caught in headlights.

Gaz had never hit him before. Not on purpose. Had he fucked up that bad? Finally proved himself to be a bad person enough for Gaz to realise he wasn’t worth his time? Was that why he was here now? To finally drop the dead weight that he was?

Crow drew in another breath, this one sharp in a way that hurt going down his windpipe, trying his best to steel himself in front of his boyfriend. ‘Is he your boyfriend? You said it yourself. You’re dead weight. After this you’ll be alone, like you should be’.

Everything turned too heavy then. The guilt on his shoulders, his rib cage squeezing his lungs and heart until he felt like he couldn’t breathe, and nothing in that situation was helping.

He yanked his bass off of him and tossed it onto his bed in what looked to be anger, when really, he was so scared, panicked, begging his body to take in air as he faced Gaz once more.

He felt like a wild animal caught in a trap, panicked scared panicked, but he had to get it done with, chew his leg off already. No more point dreading his fate when he was staring it dead in the eye.

“It’s nothing! Kyle!! Okay?! I- fuck. Fuck-!”

He held his hand tight to his chest, the nails digging into it more painful than any slap.

‘Get it over with. Only hurting him more by stalling. Distance yourself’.

His eyes glazed over wickedly where they glared into Gaz’s, cruel tint in them disguising his pain. “Just- Fuck off already!! I can’t- I can’t do this! I can’t-… I need distance for fuck sake-!”

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

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Crow wasn’t sure how he felt about Gaz being there.

He liked his company, of course he did. He just… didn’t want it. Couldn’t want it. Not now, and probably not ever.

‘So replaceable, you know? He’d be better off without you. Better off with someone who was as good of a person as him.’

The thoughts were getting too loud again, too hurtful, and Crow could barely hear what Gaz was saying to him over the noise, didn’t need to hear him to know his words were spoken with a softness that he didn’t deserve.

He always did so, always treated him right and always knew what to say, be it kind and caring or something more firm and steadying. And what did Crow bring him, his own problems?

‘Exactly. You’re a burden. All you ever will be.’

For seemingly the first time, Crow’s chest heaved with a heavy breath and he stepped forward dazedly.

He just about registered Gaz’s words, looking at him with that look in his eyes. Distant but all too painfully aware.

“Wha- No. No you-…” He swallowed thickly, heavy guilt starting to weigh down his shoulders. ‘Worrying him now you are. Can’t do anything right. Keep quiet already.’

As much as he beat himself up for it, he kept quiet, not wanting to say the wrong thing and make everything worse as he stepped past Gaz as apathetically as he could to turn the volume of his bass amp back up.

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

((saw a heron today. life it good))

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Crow had been so caught up in his thoughts, his own distraction useless at keeping ideas of being useless and a bother away. They screamed at him louder than his music did.

So he played louder.

Anything to drown out the problems weighing down on his shoulders. He had a pile of paperwork on his desk, about a dozen upcoming missions and he’s pretty sure he’s due to hangout with his friends soon and then there was Gaz.

‘What about Gaz?’ his subconscious asked him. ‘It’s simple, you’re not worth his time, shouldn’t even be a problem, shouldn’t even be thinking about him.’

‘So then why are you?’ Because he couldn’t just not. He loved Gaz. Loved him so much it hurt. And there was no one else Crow thought about more than him.

As much as he should stop. As much as he ‘didn’t deserve him. Disgusting really, how you take up his time, how you think you’re worthy of his company, let alone his love.’

He couldn’t play louder than his own mind all of a sudden and it didn’t even register in his mind that it was his bass that was the problem until he heard Gaz’s voice.

His fingers stilled completely when he spun around, the feedback of silence more deafening than any baseline he could play at any volume.

“Kyle.” Crow stepped forward out of instinct at first, the start of a smile playing at his lips, before he realised, and he stepped back once more.

His heart broke in that moment, that second he spent staring at his boyfriend before speaking up again. “H-how… what are you doing here?” This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. ‘What happened to distancing yourself? Gonna unload all your problems onto him again now?’ No. He couldn’t.

He stayed where he was, fingertips rubbed raw where they rested on the bass laid across his torso, the weight of the instrument and his own thoughts keeping him firmly stuck there.

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

((CLOSED RP W/ @ask-gaz ))

There was no more question about it. Something was going on with Crow, as it did every few months, built up emotions crashing down at once. Something about how bottling them up isn’t good for him. And something about how ignoring them won’t make them go away.

Every few months it was, and this time was particularly bad. Crow had found himself searching for… distractions throughout the whole week now. Spending more time in the gym, only to rot in bed for longer after, throwing himself into work, only to avoid it like it was the plague.

And worst of all, he was distancing himself from others. And that included Gaz.

It hurt spending time away from his boyfriend, hurt even more doing so on purpose. But… in a way, Crow supposed he deserved it. That hurt. Needed to be reminded that he wasn’t as good as Gaz, the man’s heart far more capable of balancing love and war than Crow could ever hope his to be.

Gaz was good. Crow wasn’t.

It hurt. But it was the truth, and it wasn’t any less true when Crow hit these weird moments in his life. They just meant he needed to give his loved ones space from him. He couldn’t hurt them as much as he did to himself.

…He’d found himself another distraction today. Loud, chaotic music from his amp filled his room, his fingers already sore and aching with how quickly they ran over the strings of his bass, ears just about ready to bleed with the volume.

[ask-sgtcrow]

Im sorry...i gotta ask...yarn makeup???

((yarn makeup.))

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((currently doing the yarn makeup thing and i severely underestimated how LONG ts would take))

((i also. can’t breathe))

[ask-sgtcrow]

…fair enough

Someone needs t’ tell Lieutenant Riley some fockin’ high vis gear at night ‘round base.

I’m tired of goin’ to th’ bathroom only t’ get the shite scared out of me ‘cause fockin skull head decides he’s gotta be like batman.