#strderstyle

[princeawake-blog]

❝ i’m here. ❞

sentence starters   //   accepting !@strderstyle​

          hands   hesitate   over  keys,   the   red   text   hovering  in   front   of   him   as   if   it   was   a   LIGHTHOUSE   in   the   crashing waves   of   his   own   mindscape.   the   waves   threatening  to   pull   him   under.   deep  breath   between   clenched  teeth,   and   hands  shake   slightly.  

         pull   away  from   the   keys  before   they   SMASH  a   key   by   accident.   that  would   be   just  his   luck.   he   knows  that   it   shows  that   he   read  the   message.   he   KNOWS   the   other   is   giving   him   the   time  he   needs   to   contemplate   his   response.  

         this   was   his   brother.  this   wasn’t   years  prior,   where   he   had   to   wave   off   concern   from  internet   friends   –   one   of   which   the   only   one   who   understood  the   gravitas   of   his   situation.

         so,   why   was   this  giving   him   that  same   sense   of   FINALITY   ?

         hands   press  on   keys   without  thinking   about   it.  

         TT:   Yeah,  I   know.          TT:   Means   a   lot.          TT:   Actually,   you   free   ?          TT:   I  could   use   some  bro   time          TT:   Get   myself  out   of   whatever  funk   my   dipshit  of   a   brain  as   pulled   me   into.          TT:   No  pressure   if   you   are   busy   though.

[lifetiered-blog]

@strderstyle  ↪  starter call

          ❛❛ I t)(ink it’s just a bit  difficult  getting use to living in a strange && unfamiliar place ❜❜

[detectivetheory]

@strderstyle           /         one liner!

           ‘  i would mention that what you’re doing could get you arrested. something tells me, however, that you don’t care. ’

[princeawake-blog]

              your heart twists & sinks as you stare blankly at the computer, the white light enveloping you in its frigid claws. you want to stop the shaking as your eyes scan the blue words over & over again. breaths come in & out, sharp pauses piercing the hollows of your throat, inhibiting your efforts to gain control. fuck it hurts. god it hurts. you try to breathe calmly ( let his soothing breath heal your wounds ), but every time you look up at those words, you’re reminded of how much of a failure you are –– you couldn’t do this. it’s your fault.your fault your fault.

                the sound of your brother’s voice is a pin under your ass, causing you to nearly jump out of your seat like a grasshopper running away from a child’s curious hand. he stands in the doorway, his face a perfect stone to those who didn’t know him. but you’ve learned to detect the slightest furrow of his brow in his seemingly impeccable composure.

               he’s worried for you –– not in the condescending, fake way that your bro showed in times like this –– it’s real. just as real as the studio ghibli dvds & cheetos piled up near his chest. normally, you would shoo him away –– let others see only the marble manifestation of cool & composed while the lava emotions brew inside you. but somehow you can trust dirk… because he understands how it feels. to be a strider meant making sacrifices–– sacrificing your well-being for your image of being fucking awesome in every way possible.

               you flop on the bed, shaking hand patting the sheets full of fading card suits. somehow, after all these years, you couldn’t let go of these bad boys.

             ❝ hell yeah, i’m down for that. ‘ you manage a weak smile, a tiny crack in the marble as you pour the cheetos into a bowl you kept beside your bed. how long had it been since you ate ? fuck if you knew. ❝ dunno about you man, but i’m kinda in a ghibli mood. feelin’ all sorts of spirited away, y’know ? ‘  // [src]  //  @strderstyle

             he   wasn’t   sure   why   dave   was   off.   his   chest   twisting   at   the   familiar   symptoms   that   he   had   experienced   occasionally   in   those   quiet   days   in   the   middle   of   the   ocean.   however,   he   wasn’t   about   to   INVADE   the   other’s   space.   he   wasn’t   about   to   be   what   the   other’s   guardian   had   become   --   what   that   version   of   himself   was.  

            so,   dirk   would   wait   until   the   other   gave   permission   to   enter   the   room   --   much   like   a   vampire,   the   more   humorous   part   of   his   mind   would   PIPE   up   about.   shades   are   shifted   upward,   settling   them   on   the   top   of   his   head.  

            a   rare   sign   of   openess.  

            a   sign   that   the   other   could   talk   if   he   felt   like   he   wanted   /   needed   to.

            half   smile   decorates   his   features,   &   he   moves   forward.   tossing   the   cheetos   onto   the   bed.   the   bag   quietly   crinkles,   &   dirk   watches   as   his   brother   grabs   the   cheesy   heaven   snack   &   places   them   in   a   bowl.   as   they   should   be   properly   displayed.

            hand   slightly   pushes   the   bowl   closer   to   his   brother   at   the   longing   look   he   gives,   as   he   nods   once.  

            ❝    spirited   away.   good   choice.   i’ll   toss   it   in.   not   LITERALLY,   tossing   it   would   be   such   a   disrespect   for   miyazaki.   under   this   roof,   we   do   not   insult   the   great   power   that   is   miyazaki.   least   we   are   cursed   by   his   absolute   power.   ❞    playful   tone   bounces   around   the   room,   &   his   eyes   linger   for   a   moment.  

            ❝    if   you   want   to   talk   or   whatever,   i   got   a   good   ear,   i’m   told.   i’m   pretty   sure   if   you   split   up   my   god   tier   symbol,   it   looks   like   an   ear.   god,   WAIT.   am   i   not   the   prince   of   heart,   am   i   the   prince   of   ear   ?   that’s   significantly   less   cool.   ❞

            he   was   rambling   --   mostly   out   of   nervous   energy,   another   dose   being   in   hopes   to   get   another   chuckle   or   half   smile   from   his   brother   as   dirk   slides   the   dvd   in.