the detective watches nothing in particular, like a bystander-observer with his head up in the clouds or down beneath the water.    not that it matters, specifically, since what is at his surface is far from what is beneath it.    he stands, elbows leaning against the railing of the pathway beside a lake.    its water ripples with the wind, & he turns his head back away from it, the thoughts of a certain case & its aggravating circumstances swirling much like a whirlpool.    ❛  is the incompetence of the police force a universal constant, or are we  " earthlings "  just unlucky ?  ❜

p r o w l  b u l l y XD

ill clean ur dishes with me fists in a minute bruv

// idk why exactly but this song makes me think of shady in his more introspective moments [shrugs] its more the tone of it than anything

how fucking dare you In his darkest nightmares, Drift sees himself succumbing to - accepting - a path of violence and bloodshed once more and claiming it to be justifiable action. The end justifying the means doesn’t sit well with him when mass slaughter is concerned. He fears most a day where he once again accepts his gift of violence and takes Deadlock’s reigns once more. He fears a day where, in the height of personal darkness, he loses the few friends he has. He fears the day where, just as he was born, he winds up alone. Piece those concepts together into a concrete scenario where one wrong move costs him everything he tried so hard to maintain, and you’ll have a Drift who is as far from ‘okay’ as you can possibly get. With a dream hitting that close to his insecurities, his entire day would be thrown off balance. 

“Why are you..... the way you are?”

        〘◦ Keeping in good health? ◦〙