"Mrs.Nice_Girl" wrote:

I love George Wesley! But i actually like Ronald a little betta

ok

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my younger sister has taken it upon herself to implement a "tv-free day" in our household, which is apparently an umbrella term for all electronics.
i informed her i will not be participating.

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talking to my girlfriend is the only thing that makes me feel good lately

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It's the middle of the night and you just woke up from a nightmare. You can't see well in the dark, and your hands scramble around the bed next to you, but you find that's all there is. Bed. You're scared right now, breathing hard, maybe even whimpering a little (maybe).
Your door creaks open and you almost have a heart attack, you can see a shadowy silhouette in the door, closing now, as the shadowy form moves towards you. You're frozen in place, terrified, as it comes up to the edge of your bed. You don't dare look up. It crawls into bed next to you, and you cry out quietly, involuntarily. An arm curls around your waist, a hand begins stroking your hair.
"It's okay," says your brother's voice, and your entire body melts into him.
"This is, this is lame," you stammer. "G-go back to your room. This is gay."
"Dave, it's okay." 
You're clinging to him for dear life now, he can't leave no matter how much you tell him to. Your chest is either going to be constricted into nothing, or it's going to explode. You're not going to cry. Striders don't cry.
"What was it?" asks Dirk.
You don't want to answer. "Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about."
He sighs, and sounds sad. He twists around and turns on your lamp--you've never been as agile or flexible as him, and even such small things as this baffle you. 
He isn't wearing his shades, and neither are you. He can look directly into your eyes, which makes you squirm. No one is better at reading a Strider than another Strider (and maybe Rose). 
"I don't want to talk," you say quietly. 
So he sighs again, and wraps both his arms around you tightly, holding you into his chest. "You want the light off so you can go back to sleep?" he asks.
You shake your head, which is now smushed against his shoulder. 
"You wanna talk?"
You shake your head again.
And so you spend the night in silence, clinging together, until you drift off.

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[ello buttons and I loves reading your post about stuff]  

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"Lil' dudes," said Bro, addressing Dave and yourself. You frown, objecting silently to being called a "lil'" anything. "I'm working this weekend, and Auntie Monah is busy with some science thing, and she's taking Rose and Roxy."
Dave raises an eyebrow, still staring at the TV screen, the picture of indifference. "So?"
"So, y'all are gonna be home alone for three whole days. Think you can handle it?"
You refrain from spitting in his face. You spent the first six years of your life alone... Mrs. Paskowitz was a less-than-stellar caretaker. "I can handle the kid," you assure him.
Dave scoffs, but doesn't look away from whatever he's watching. "You're just as much a kid as I am," he says, and you can hear him rolling his eyes. 
"Uh-huh," you say, ruffling his hair. He lunges forward and punches you in the shoulder. You push him back into the couch, where he stays, huffing and pouting.
Bro raises an eyebrow. "Try not to kill each other while I'm gone. Money's in the usual place." 
And he disappears. You sigh and fall back onto the couch. "What are we watching?"
Dave shrugs. "Something stupid." He takes out his phone and starts texting. 
You watch whatever stupid program is on, and after about fifteen minutes, Dave looks up from his phone. "Egbutt's coming over," he says casually. 
You look over at him. "Is that so?"
He stands up and goes to the fridge. "We gonna order pizza or something? Cause I'm pretty sure you, me, and Egbert can't have one egg for dinner."
You roll your eyes. "Do we have to get pizza all the time? Why not Chinese?"
"Egbert's allergic to peanuts. He'll swell up and die and then we'll have to hide his body in the laundry hamper."
"Fine. What kind of pizza does he like?"
"Hawaiian, but we're getting meat lover's."
"When's he coming?"
"Well he just left, so he'll be here in like twenty minutes."
"I'll order the pizza now. Check how much cash we have."
Dave looks inside the ice dispenser in the freezer. "Few hundred."
"Slow down, Bro," you mutter.
"Where does he even work when he's not DJing or running the site?"
You shrug one shoulder.
"I don't get why he works so much. Like, three jobs? Isn't just the website enough anyway? We're kinda loaded." 
You shrug again. "What he does is his business."
"Do you think he's a stripper?"
You look up at him. "What?"
"I'unno, he has the body for it."
"Dude."
He shrugs. "I thought you were ordering pizza."
You roll your eyes, picking up the phone. You have the pizza place on speed dial, number two, right below Auntie Monah. On your own phone, Roxy is number one, of course, and then English, and Crocker. You order two large pizzas, which Dave scoffs at, thinking that it won't be enough. You have to agree, and get another.
Egbert shows up a few minutes later, and Dave quickly drags him to his bedroom. You wish you didn't know what was going on in there, but what's more, you wish it didn't make you so sick to your stomach, so angry. Those are bad feelings. Wrong feelings. Feelings that Striders do Absolutely Not Have.
You're jealous.

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*throws up violently bc anxiety issues* whats cookin good lookin

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"George Weasley " wrote:

no one on this website has ever even heard of homestuck 



homestuck is like my favorite thing 



the plot is amazing and complex



the characters are deep and realistic



also it's hilarious

I love home stuck! (Because Kidzworld)
It's my favorite thing in the word!

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*sweats violently and tries to keep down vomit and tears* hahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaha ok cool 
yeah cool
cool
ok cool

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i just really want to #### ###### right now

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