Aww, I made a bunch of homestuck symbols In curiosity next to my name but then lost it.
:/

Strife

animehead:

Summary: Nothing says “I love you” like an elbow to the face… or a gun in the mouth. 

Pairing: Dirk/Jake and mentions of Dave/John

Warnings: Oh, boy. Violence, gunplay, blood, smut, humor, bad jokes, and mentions of H. P. Lovecraft, written by me (that’s all the warning you need, really)

This fic was written for ME for my birthday, which is today, so Happy Fucking Birthday To Me! It is also based off this bloody fantastic picture by grolify.  

You balance the two large boxes with one hand while using the other hand to turn your doorknob. When it opens to a crack, you kick it wide enough for you to step through the doorway. The heat from the bottom box is burning your arm, but the aroma of cheap, greasy, pizza more than makes up for it. 

You’re not really hungry, but you plan to work up an appetite. 

You spot your little bro and his idiot boyfriend both sitting on the floor playing your Xbox 360. A few feet away from them, comfortably nestled against a corner of the couch—Playstation Vita in hand—is your clueless beau. 

That appetite of yours, he’ll be helping with that. 

You walk across the living room and toward the kitchen. You make sure to stop directly in front of the television, successfully blocking the view of the two retards touching your shit without your permission. You take pleasure in their cries of protest and you smirk, pleased with yourself when you hear the familiar tune that plays whenever a player has to repeat a level. 

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orangelemonart:

KARKAT: BUT THE REALITY IS IT WAS JUST ONE DAY, AND HE’D BE WELL WITHIN A REASONABLE FRAME OF MIND NOT TO GIVE A CRAP IN HINDSIGHT ABOUT THE GUY WHO TROLLED HIM ONCE THREE YEARS AGO. 

JOHN: i think we make things more meaningful in our head when they’re happening than they really are. like realistically? there were probably a lot of things that went on that day that didn’t mean that much.