Tally ho!

WHEN I GROW UP ---- i wanna be famous ; i wanna be a star ; i wanna be in movies! but be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it ... get it? [ sideblog to golgoterror ]

[redshcdes-archived]

      When I look up at the sky, what meets my eyes?

               Can I just stand by while the world dies? ©

[ofthcvoid]

TG: i feel kind of like shit but other than that im toters perf TG: im starting to wonderd if drinkin early today wasnt that coolest idea?? TG: now i have all these responsibitities while my brain is tellin me to go fuck myelf TG: *self TG: aint wanna fuck no elf TG: not in this condition at least

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[gclgcthasterrcr]

redshcdes​:

“Imagine needing GLASSES to see!” She’d joke with a grin. VRISKA GET FUCKED CHALLENGE.

Terezi was, however, rather intrigued at the realization of how blind Jake actually was without his glasses. He really is blind entirely without his glasses? How does that even work.

“I wouldn’t say we’re on equal playing field, English … My shades are quite more awesome than yours.” Zinger. “Buuut… Maybe we can see if SOLLUX can make you a cool custom pair of ‘specs’ … Maybe then you can FINALLY actually look fashionable!”

Aaaaand she goes right back to the low-blows. Below the belt and all that. Incredible. Jake’s face falls for a brief moment before perking back up again. It really is hard to contain his laughter when ribbing with her!  “Oh, please! Are square glasses not dapper? Is simplicity not being togged to the bricks? Besides, they’re not shades...” But now he’s just being pedantic. 

“I’ve heard of this Sollux fellow a few times now... I fear Dirk used up all the Peculiar Glasses Points in my friend group, though.” Then, he leans in close, cupping his mouth with the back of his hand, as though Dirk may very well hear him. Somehow. “Between you and me, I think I’ll pass. I don’t want to end up looking like a tool.” 

[ofthcvoid]

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛   @golgoterror.   “ so i stole a pig. ”   ❪   𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   ❫

      an exasperated sigh ,   a fond roll of her eyes ,   &  shoulders slumped in  ( joking )  resignation ,   roxy rolled her head back ,   to the side ,   before peeking through blonde fringe to see her friend .    ❝  tell me you didn’t , jake english .    i’m begging you !    &  if you really did ,   WHY ME ?   i only know how to take care of cats !  ❞    not even humans ,   as evidenced by the fact she’d been searching for something to drink ,   her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth from how cottony it felt .

      not that she was ever going to mention that last fact to anyone ,   EVER .    she’d lived sixteen long years by herself ,   survived long enough to make it into  &  out of that game ,   so ,   no biggie .    what was she thinking about ?    right ,   jake’s pig ,   &  her increasingly dry tongue .    ❝  lemme get some caffeine in me ,   then we can talk about this .   stay right there ,   mister !  ❞    one mock - stern finger pointed at him ,   before she continued along her original path to the kitchen .    one mug of tea later ,   complete with a silly cat pun  &  enough sugar to make a dentist cry ,   she poked her head out of the doorway ,   pink eyes locking on emerald green .    ❝  okay ,   EXPLAIN .  ❞

[gclgcthasterrcr]

      Well, that went over better than he expected. It’s not every day you drop that you stole a pig on your friend. He half-expected to be scolded. Well, he sort of was at the beginning there, until Roxy seemed to become more preoccupied with getting tea. 

      He would say any distraction is a good one, but there’s currently a pig in his house. A pig that he doesn’t know what to do with. At least this buys him time to come up with how he’ll tell his story, which is mostly just that he stole a pig. Did he mention that he stole a pig? Because he did that. That is a thing that he did. Hoo boy, if Grandma English could just see him now...

      Well, the moment of truth has arrived. Jake fidgets with his hands anxiously, a nervous simper resting on his lips. ❝ Righty-ho! Yes. The story. The story of all ages. The diegesis. The chain of events, if you will. Allow me to spin the yarn for you. ❞ Hoo, is it hot in here? His fingers find their way into the collar of his shirt to give it a gentle tug, though it does very little given the bowtie around his neck. Why is he this afraid? As if Roxy is going to chastise him for something this stupid. 

        ❝ Well, I nabbed a pig. His name is Wilfred. I thought he was cute. The farming conditions just screamed putrid over there and I felt bad for the poor guy. Not that I’m one to know much about the care for the swine -- I can’t even eat pork! -- which is sort of the crux of the issue right now, though I’m sure he’s probably more bumfuzzled and at sea than I am, all alone in my bedroom. I’m sure he didn’t mind too terribly while you were bitching the pot, but after you finish that cup of noodle juice there, we should perhaps hogtail it back to my place before the poor fella makes a mess of it. Haha, get it? Hogtail? ❞

      Smile, Jake. Maybe she won’t tell you’re nervous if you just flash that award-winning grin. 

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   @golgoterror​ got hexed !!

       She has half a mind to blip into a bathroom & nab herself some wet wipes for him, but Jade might be overreacting a bit.   What would Grandpa do ?   Not young Grandpa  –  old Grandpa, the man-turned-trophy himself. 

       He’d probably just give a lecture on how one should always be ready to make a proper introduction & how he should blah blah blah– she’s not gonna do that.   Jade’s gonna be a responsible friend & casually mention the dirt stain & not make it sound like a big deal. 

  ❝ you got dirt on your face, you silly billy !! ❞

[gclgcthasterrcr]

      Jake is not one to keep clean. In fact, he usually has a dirt stain somewhere on him from being out & about all day -- in his words. When he sees Jade dart off, she mostly just gets a confused look from him, strong features contorting in the direction of the bathroom. 

      Those features quickly turn to embarrassment, heated cheeks & all, as he puts his hands out to stop her. ❝ Eep -- !! ❞ That leaves unexpectantly as he attempts to block the wet wipe from reaching his face. So much for dressed to the nines !  

        ❝ Watch the glad rags -- !! You know, I’m more than well equipt to tidy myself up ! On my own, even !  ❞ Which he then attempts to do with the back of his hand. 

[loudfriend]

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[gclgcthasterrcr]

i love when the para rpc picks back up again and everyones like “im back on my bullshit” meanwhile ive just been here the whole time

[gclgcthasterrcr]

redshcdes​:

Attention briefly taken away from the panting dog that she was currently knelt down in front of. Their saliva exchange is going to be put on pause. A look of OFFENSE over her features, mouth open and brows furrowed.

“JAKE … Is that an INSULT … Directed at MY BLINDNESS?” she’d accuse. Of course it wasn’t. And, of course, she knew that. But, damn, if she doesn’t just LOVE to milk the fact she’s blind for jokes and times like these. Gotta have her fun, right?

Can’t take the troll out of Terezi.

“I’d be actually OFFENDED … If it wasn’t obvious you apparently can’t see, either, if you think what you’re wearing is called THAT!”

Jake immediately doubles down at that. His hands come up, fearing he has genuinely offended her. “No, no -- !!” He feels the blood rush from his face before her demeanor changes, clueing him in that she’s just joking.

For a brief moment, he looks kind of miffed, rendered speechless. Then, however, a hardy chuckle begins to leave him. In fact, he laughs for a good moment before proclaiming, “You know, Terezi, without my specs, I am as blind as a bat! I’d be unable to garb myself up without them, you know.”

Just to drive the point home, he not only takes his glasses off, but he stores them away. Now they both can’t see! “Now we’re more or less on an equal playing field!” 

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@golgoterror​ trolled:

“NO ONE EMBARASS ME IN FRONT OF THE DOG!!”

* Grubba Gang // Accepting

Terezi HAD to laugh - a boisterous cackle coming forth from her lungs at Jake’s, rather desperate, plea. This fucking guy.

“No one HAS to embarrass you, you do it well enough on your own!” she’d retort with her usual grin. “I’m glad I’m blind so I don’t have to get a clear look at those silly little shorts you wear with your socks pulled up so high!”

[gclgcthasterrcr]

The chuckle, admittedly, startled him to the point of a visible jolt. She had such a laugh, that one. He was so fixated on the dog that it just took him by surprise. 

Of course she delivered a low blow. Why would he expect otherwise? A jab back is in order, he believes, delivered in such a dry tone that one may think he was being serious. Jake English being serious. Now there’s an oxymoron! “It’s called fashion, Terezi. Look it up.”

[gclgcthasterrcr]

i open this app every now and then and i saw para rpers posting and started to interact a bit but like tbh idk if i’m fully here like i love jake but also i want to delete all social media so like lol sorry !

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      When I look up at the sky, what meets my eyes?

               Can I just stand by while the world dies? ©

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@golgoterror​ replied to your post:

“C- Can… Can I hold them?” 🥺

Hands over the FAT FUCKING FROG.

Yes you can, Jake!

[gclgcthasterrcr]

Holds gentle like hamburger.

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@golgoterror​ spun:

“Oh, please, it’s just a scratch… Really, I’ll live to see another day.” Sometimes, being rowdy has it’s downsides… and Jake should probably get a bandage on that leg of his. And perhaps a splint.

* Unprompted // Always Accepting

“Absa’lutely not. Shuddap and sit still,” Molly would demand sternly as she positioned Jake to sit properly down.

For fucks sake, this kid knew how to get into mishaps, didn’t he? He was almost as bad as Angel when he was young. Though not as clingy and crying onto her, though. He did have Arackniss’s stubbornness, but with Angel’s light and carefree attitude. Funny that.

Molly kneels down, taking hold of his leg carefully as she looked it over. It wasn’t looking great, but, it could be worse. Definitely going to need to keep off of it. As quick as she sat down, she got back up again and began to rummage around. Plucking up some bandages and other items before rushing right back over into her previous position.

“This is gonna sting, but you’re a big boy ‘n’ can handle that, can’t’cha?” Molly would warn, giving a smile as she poured peroxide on a wash cloth to begin cleaning up his leg.

[gclgcthasterrcr]

Oh. Okay. He’s been told to shut up and sit still so, aside from shoving his hands up in the air, he does just that. Perhaps he’s even blushing a bit from the stern tone in her voice. 

Nobody had really treated him this way since... well, since his grandmother. So it’s a bit hard to just let it happen.

Before he can really protest, however, he’s now being warned of some stinging. “Oh, please. I can handle it! Or my name isn’t Jake--”

He’s cut off by the sting, which prompts him to go quiet for a moment. Then, like the big baby he is, tears start to brim his eyelids, lips turning down in a frown. He gives a gentle kick with his good leg before shutting his eyes. “Friggen hurts...” 

[gclgcthasterrcr]

"Jake, why does tha' person on the other end of your screen type ... Like That." - pxppinmolly OKIDJOAS

@pxppinmolly

"Because she's a troll." As if that answers anything. The exasperated way he says it, one would believe it to be obvious. On the contrary, that probably means next to nothing to Molly, so he decides to elaborate further.

And by elaborate, it's meant that he throws in the towel. "I haven't a clue. Admittedly, it can be a bit hard to leaf through at times..."

[gclgcthasterrcr]

pxppinmolly​:

A flutter of lashes.

That was a train wreck of sentences - it felt like an accordion deflating in on itself. It took Molly to try and figure out what the heck he was even saying.

Through his speech and his mannerisms, though, Molly could tell whoever it was WASN’T GOOD.

“… Is she botherin’ you, sweetheart? ‘Cause I can talk ta’ her. She ain’t know ‘bout me. Don’t gotta know you sent me on ‘er at all. I’ve been known ta’ make pra’blems go away real easy, you know!” Was that supposed to be a threat, or merely something one would say ‘motherly concern?’ Could be both with her.

Jake’s hands fly up in front of his chest, hands waving quickly. “No, no! It’s quite alright! Really!”

He can feel his face somehow get even warmer than before. It’s a miracle his glasses haven’t started fogging up right now. The same glasses that get covered as he puts his face in his hands, the humiliation being too much to bear.

“Just... just toss whatever thought you’re having out the dip dang window...” 

[memesomething]

Noticing Trauma sentence starters

Feel free to alter dialogue to suit your muse!

“That really spooked you.” 

“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” 

“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?” 

“Does this happen a lot?” 

“Hey, what happened between you two?” 

“When is the last time you ate?”

“Is this okay?” 

“Hey.” 

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” 

“[Name]?” 

“What did he/she/they do?” 

“This … hurts you.” 

“You don’t feel safe, here.” 

“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?” 

“What can I do?” 

“You were crying in your sleep.” 

“What do you dream about?” 

“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?” 

“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?” 

“Should I leave a light on for you?” 

“I brought you some water.” 

“I won’t judge you.” 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.” 

“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…” 

“I’m here.” 

“Talk to me.” 

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” 

“You used to love that [item].” 

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“So, uh…” Molly would begin, turning over toward Jake as he stepped back inside. Her eyes shift back toward the window to look outside, watching his … friend? She thinks…? Maybe? Leave.

“…Who is that weird looking … Girl? With the horns… Is she giving you trouble, sweetheart?”

[gclgcthasterrcr]

Thank God that interaction was over and done with. Jake’s unsure if he can physically take any more humiliation. He even lets out a sigh of relief as he leans on the door after closing it, hand over his mouth. While it may seem his face cannot get any more flushed, that’s proven possible when it does just that at her question.

“No! No.” His head shakes side to side vigorously, glasses practically fogged up. “She’s... she’s an old chuckaboo of mine. You know...” His words trail off as he gives a vague hand gesture. “A hail fellow well met!”

“Anyhowsies, enough about me,” he makes out through an awkward chuckle, hands messily playing with the bottom of his jacket. “How’s your belly where the pig bit you?” That last line seemed to be missing his usual oomph to it.