February 2012
==> Give in already
crabby-apple:
It’s hard to do a command that’s been in progress all day already.
You went to sleep to ignore it.
You spent most of the day not thinking about it. But now it was time to be a man and fess the fuck up.
You were totally alone and it was wearing down on you.
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i guess you get how i felt when it was all oh shit avalanche of feelings and fucked up things and wow my...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
The softest croon escapes your throat as his fingers weave through your hair, your kissing soft and careful. Your hands come to rest at his hips, but the buzzer instantly goes off again, and your hands are back around his waist.
You weren’t so sure why this one injury worried you so much. Maybe it was because it was glass lodged into his goddamn hand. Maybe it was...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
You raise an eyebrow and try to keep yourself from laughing at the statement. Sure, it’s true that Dave was really the only person that could make you feel at all flustered, but it was more often for him to be as such. He was so cocky sometimes.
While you were thinking, you hadn’t realized that he placed his cut hand on your shoulder and was leaning in to kiss you. Only...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
He returns to you almost immediately — you guess the kid wants to cuddle. With the shit you said not even ten minutes ago, you aren’t surprised. Damn, when did you get so fucking corny?
You snort sarcastically at the thought of losing your shades.
“Wouldn’t just drop them. They’re prolly on a table somewhere,” you say, confidently.
As he brushes your hair back, you...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“You can’t deny it, kid,” you chuckle, loosening your grip on him. Didn’t want him to suffocate, now did we?
You realize that he’s in a pretty awkward — if not, uncomfortable — position, so you ease away from him, laying an arm on the table. Your other rests on your lap. Watching him, you decide to reach up and pluck off his shades, folding them neatly and laying them...
what is it like to be felt up by your kid brother i wonder
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“That’s a first,” you say, sarcasm lacing your voice.
You knew he was going to be an asshole about it. He had to. Because it was the only way he could keep this moment as a Strider would. You were both thankful and annoyed by it. But you knew that he got the point.
His warmth against you felt incredible, and you couldn’t help but smile when you heard a soft laugh...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
He stays quiet for one long, painfully silent minute, and you aren’t sure what to think. And, shockingly, you aren’t sure what he is thinking either. The smile fades away from your face as you gaze down at the table, trying to think of what you should have said differently.
Noticing him shifting in front of you, you watch as he stands before walking around the table and...
now i know why bro wears a pink apron that says #1 mommy
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cooler-kid-on-the-block:
that-dave-strider:
bro wanted to be a real mommy
i am going to fucking end you
but i didnt do anything
bro wanted to be a real mommy
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
Your expression just barely slips into a state of concern as you cock your head to the side. Desperately searching his face, his movements, his expression for answers, you come to a conclusion.
You never really were honest with him.
You always bent the truth in some way when you didn’t feel it mattered. That was your defense mechanism — ever since you were a little...
veryadorabull:
that-dave-strider:
do you eat tofu meat
i THINK,
i HAVE ONCE,
wHEN i WAS YOUNG i HAD A TACO,
tHEN i FOUND OUT WHAT THE BEEF WAS MADE OUT OF AND F-FREAKED OUT,
but what you dont know wont hurt you
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veryadorabull:
that-dave-strider:
you mean you dont eat meat???
yES,
i-i’M A VEGETARIAN,
do you eat tofu meat
that-dave-strider started following you
jakienglish:
Greetings strider, im not sure if youre the younger one of my best friends alternate brother. Anyways what is happening over there in texas?
im wall es uncle coming here from planet thefuckisthis put your hands up in the air where i can see them i dont come in peace
pfft whatever im trying to get out of class because biology is against my religion
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veryadorabull:
that-dave-strider:
hello folks todays weather forecast is cloudy with a chance of meatballs because im fucking hungry right now fuck you
oH,
sAME,
wELL,
eXCEPT FOR THE MEAT PART,
you mean you dont eat meat???
paststrider replied to your post: hello folks todays weather forecast is cloudy with…
are you like the opposite of me do you want all the food in my house i probably wont eat it
all donations go into this bag here you are doing this for the common good but no really why the fuck wouldnt you eat food when given the chance cause my stomachs like some terrifying dark musclebeast thats ready to...
hello folks todays weather forecast is cloudy with a chance of meatballs because im fucking hungry right now fuck you
i banged my hand against the table and now the scratches are bleeding again mr jones can i go to the nurses office yeah thanks ollies outie
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cell division is hella interesting you should talk about it at parties
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“Huh? Hey, I told you what you wanted to know,” you shrug, turning your eyes to his and immediately returning to a deadpan.
You rub your hands together — a forcive habit that you developed, wearing gloves all the time — and keep your eyes on his, trying to keep completely still.
“What else do you want?”
“Nothing,” you say with a shake of your head,...
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==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“Pff, yeah. I’d be the fucking best pres, George Washington himself would come back from the dead to shake my hand,” you’re rambling now, but anything to pretend that everything you said prior didn’t and had never existed was worth it.
You cut yourself off and heave a sigh, looking down at your hands. You bit the inside of your lip, hard, to keep yourself from spewing...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
He wasn’t gonna leave you alone, huh? You sigh, looking around the room, eyes wandering aimlessly.
You were in the hot seat, and your little bro was your interrogator. You didn’t know what he was expecting. Like, what did you want to be when you grew up? You had never really taken the time to think about it. With all the work you were doing, all the desperate attempts...
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==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“And here I thought I was already awesome.”
You smirk at him, cocking your head to the side.
“I wanted to be the first spaceman on Jupiter. What are you expecting?”
Dancing around the question was your best defense.
Even if he was the reason you actually began to go somewhere in life, you would never admit it. That shit wasn’t your style. You never really had many...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“Huh?” you turn around and walk back over to the table, chucking the tweezers on the pillow. “I dunno. I just hung around and worked and shit. Doesn’t really matter.”
You sit down at the chair again, slouching.
Now and then, there were times when Dave seemed genuinely interested in your life, but you weren’t sure why. Nothing exciting or remotely interesting went on...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“No problem, dude. Been wrapping bandages all my life,” you snort, picking up your supplies off of the table (save for the tweezers) and carrying them back over to the first aid kit. As you place the items in the small box, you remember that you had cut your knuckles. They were still bleeding and all that, but no big deal. You could handle that shit.
Walking calmly back...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
Laying the can back onto the table, you wait for him to calm down.
“The sting should die down in a matter of seconds. Hang in there,” you say quietly, trying soothe him in some way, but you knew you could do jack shit.
You turn around and pick up the gauze, returning your eyes to his.
“Almost done here. No worries.”
You step up to him, holding the gauze against his...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
You give him a small smile and nod.
“Good. Now for the antibiotics.”
You gesture for him to follow you as you leave the bathroom, making your way back to the table. You grab a small container and a spray can that lay near the pillow.
“I’ve got this gel shit and this spray. Spray would be quicker and a little less painful. Maybe. So I guess we’ll go with that. Hold out...
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i am emotionally crippled
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“Sorry lil’ man, but you can’t just hold it under water,” you say, truly apologetic. “You gotta wipe the skin around the cuts down with soap. Yeah, sometimes it gets in them and that burns like fuck, but you gotta do it.”
You knew how easy the fucking simplest cuts got infected — from personal experience — and you discovered soap the hard way.
Turns out putting it in...
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==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
You watch as he turns the knob on— but the water is warm.
“No,” you say, pulling the knob in the other direction. “Cool water. It works better.”
You step back and cross your arms. Hopefully he could figure out the rest. Trial and error taught you what you knew, and maybe you had to let him learn on his own. Especially if he wanted to.
As he continued, you were tempted...
life lesson dont ever stick your hand under running hot water if youre bleeding it hurts like fuck
sugoi-stuck replied to your post: ok i know that youre supposed to love me but where…
ur ultra kawaii dave :*-) and especially kawaii with your bro /thumbs up (and huff i love your art too)
ok super fantastic im glad you think im kawaii do you want my suteki autograph
(( oh shit jgklsoih cASUALLY TAKES OFF ART TUMBLR LINK SO NO ONE WILL FIND IT EVER AGIngkldsgjoh your art is great though...
comicallyinsane replied to your post: (( sometimes i wonder how people find my blog ))
((it was on ur personal blog xD i figure o i dont follow enough rp’rs and i know this person so why the heck not follow ))
(( yeah it was but i posted that like at 11 am??? which was almost 12 hours ago??? ))
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ok i know that youre supposed to love me but where are you all coming from
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(( sometimes i wonder how people find my blog ))
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“Just makin’ sure,” you shrug, standing up and shoving your chair back in. “Come on.”
You walk quickly to the small room and turn the light on, standing idly by the sink. He followed suit, stopping in front of you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of the cuts on his hand — why the fuck would he hide that from you?
You wondered if he didn’t want your help anymore. You...
i got the ouchies
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
With one final pluck, you are positive that you got everything.
…but you can never be too sure.
You continue to survey his hand for anymore specks of glass — just leaving one would hurt like shit and you weren’t about to let that happen. It’s probably unnecessary, and he’ll probably give you shit for worrying so much, but you didn’t give a fuck. He’d learn from his...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
With every movement or grunt he makes, you try to pick up your pace. The quicker it’s done, the better. By now, at least five small shards are scattered on the table, a safe distance from either of you. As much as you love the kid, you would not trust him if he was in your position.
“Just a little bit longer,” you say to him, trying to be as reassuring as possible.
You...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
“Right now,” you mumble, glancing up at him for a second. “And nah. Your shit is safe.”
Your face was uncomfortably close to his hand, but you needed to be precise. One false swoop and the goddamn tweezers would impale his hand.
==> Dr. Strider: Ascend to medic tier.
You have no fucking idea what that even means.
With a careful and quick movement, a bloody shard...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
You stop twirling the tweezers and hold them tightly in your hand, trying to return the smile.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll be gentle,” you joke, snorting.
Scooting the chair forward, you lean over the table, trying to pull his arm just slightly closer. You knew it would sting, so you tried to be as careful as possible with him. The angle was awkward and it would be...
==>Dave: Mess around in the kitchen.
cooler-kid-on-the-block:
You nod, trying to relax. You were getting too goddamn worked up over this. He would be fine — he always was.
And yet, you couldn’t help but worry.
Sitting back down at the table, you reach out for the tweezers, trying to keep your eyes off of his hand. As soon as the metal is in your hands, you subconsciously twist them around in your fingers as you sit back, forcing...
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