Oct 25, 2012
HOMESTUCK FANDOM ARE YOU asKING TO BE KICKED STOP SADSTUCKING DO U NOT REALIZE iT HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER IM GOING TO YELL
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HOMESTUCK FANDOM ARE YOU asKING TO BE KICKED STOP SADSTUCKING DO U NOT REALIZE iT HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER IM GOING TO YELL
...I was supposed to be studying for a quiz in my 1930s class tomorrow... Instead, I've been sadstucking for the last hour and a half... Well. There's always the morning for studying, I guess.
Welcome Back
No more pain would come after this. The tears would never dry but it would be done with. Jake was back to himself, maybe he'd have lost his left hand but he was back. Back for good. Dirk could tell the voice, the screaming voice, was calling out to him to stay. To stay put. To not leave him.
It was funny to feel the warm droplets land on his face as a bloody hand attempted to lift his chin. The orange pair of eyes stared out at the hazy figure of his best fucking bro. He couldn't make out any details, not that he wanted to, but he could hear the choking sobs with his one good ear.
His eyes began to slide shut but the shaking hand shook him gently. The voice kept talking, pleading, begging, and crying out for how sorry it was. Yet he didn't hear much it was all getting rather quiet. The dying boy was finding it hard to stick around and try to explain that it was alright. That everything would be okay now.
But he couldn't he couldn't even lift his own finger now. The only thing he could move was his lips which he turned up into a smile before mouthing two words. "Welcome back."