Sunday night, 8 p.m. sharp you're there with your face pressed against Equius' sweaty 암캐, 암 캐 tits as he holds 당신 like the baby.
6 months back, Equius 로스트 both of his testicles and since then he 로스트 his wife, Aradia, and daughter, Nepeta. 당신 only remebered their names because thats all he talks about. Well that and his glory days as a fucking 주스 head, 당신 mean "competitive body builder." However, unlike other bodybuilders Equius' has tits. Hormone therapy came along with a side of high testosterone and because of that, his body had to kick up the estrogen to maintain balance.
Equius' big arms looped 당신 right inside him, but 당신 didn't push back. 당신 pulled in, right in his musk and sweat and buried your face into his tits. Motor 보트 him while you're at it.
"If 당신 wish to cry, go ahead." He drone as he pat down your wild licks of jet. "It will be alright."
It will be alright, 당신 chanted. Instantly, a set of dominos were set off. One 의해 one from the core of your useless piece of shit of a body, chemicals started to react and soon enough 당신 further dug your nose into his chest. 당신 let go.
Crying is what 당신 need. The release from your shitty job, your shitty boss and his shitty accent, from your shitty harelquin filled life. No one understands but most of all no one listens to your bucktooth ass. Your mouth agape, tongue readying and willing to lash out to those who put your 나귀, 엉덩이 down. Then again who are 당신 really trying to face? Staring at your mirror, staring at your baggy, colbalt glare of purest form of isolation. Even 당신 don't listen to your mind, body 또는 soul, and thus is why 당신 have an insomina.
Which is why you're here, for two years and 6 months you've been attending support groups. It's only when 당신 have an invisible gun to your head is when someone actually leads an ear. Actually make 당신 feel like you're beloved. It feels nice to be cared for, after you've been rejected 의해 the ones 당신 loved. Makes a whole lot easier to cry too.
This is how 당신 meet Karkat Vantas.
Equius gives a jerking sob. Up with the shoulder blade, down with his articulation of breath. Huff, huff, puff, puff. Big bad Equius is going to blow down your house. Though, that doesn't bother 당신 one bit. This is the closet 당신 will get to sleep, and 당신 will get your sleep because 당신 fucking earn it 의해 those hours 당신 pull.
"Only the strong will survive," Equius remarked.
Peaking your cerulean open, 당신 see the other men in the Remaining Men circle. All hugging and crying, it warms 당신 up until 당신 saw him.
His face contorted to one side while he pulls a long drag from his lips, blowing into your 원, 동그라미 as a man cry his burdens into the crook of his neck. His eyes meet yours.
Lier.
Lier.
Pants on fucking fire.
He just rubs 당신 the wrong way, he wasn't even trying to fake it. Short matte black hair, half-lidden amber eyes that fell endlessly against the 도자기 flesh that barely covered bone. Maybe he is sick, in the fucking head because he's always in yours tuberculosis group on Friday. Around Wednesday night, he's staring at 당신 with that same drag in his mouth at your melanoma round table. Monday night he's attending the lukiemia rap group. What a fucking joy, oh wait, he also goes to your brain parasite group on Thursdays.
It annoys you, it infuriates 당신 to know he's there. 당신 need to this, 당신 need to relax and let go of all the stress thats blocking your chi.
This is your vacation.
-
The first time 당신 ever step foot into a support group, it was right after your doctors appointment for your insomnia. 당신 don't know why 당신 have it, but 당신 do know it's killing you. Albeit, your doctor refuses to see the murderous aspect. Only telling 당신 to chew valerian root, get excrise and just listen to your body. When all 당신 really want is the red-and-blue pill.
"If 당신 wish to see true torture, I suggest witnessing First Eucharist on Tuesday night, Brain Parasites on Thursday," Doctor Maryam kept listening 더 많이 and more, 의해 the end of it all.
당신 went.
당신 never gave out your real name when it came to introductions: This is Andrew, this is Jack, this is Droogs. All force smiles and greetings.
"Hello, Hey, Hi," we all get it.
Making her way towards the front, Aranea took center stage. No doubt she was captivating, the way her hips pop with each click of her heel. Too bad 당신 로스트 all effort and energy to prove your heterosexuality back in high school. Still, you'll admit when 당신 see an attractive female. Especially how smoothly her words flow like velvet, leaving tracks of bumps along your forearm.
She instructs 당신 with a tug of her frames up her nose to close your eyes and just follow her voice. Follow her through the red curtains, green curtains and pass a man with a cue ball.
당신 wake up again. Eyes flown open to nothing but the sky. Body stretch across fields upon endless fields of shade, soon enough 당신 pop on your elbows and took a glance around.
"Watch out," with a snap, 당신 gaze at a lone figure to the north. Hesitantly, 당신 began your journey. Closer and closer, louder and louder they warned," watch out."
For what? 당신 differ. Shoving a wristful into your 느슨한 바지, 바지 의해 the time 당신 reach the yellow salamader.
"Friendship stairs."
당신 wake up and you're up on the first floor. Equius and other men file out the building, while 당신 just stood there. Bewildered and unresponsive. Until push came to shove.
"Move bitch, get out of the way."
His boney fingers sunk into your linen pressed dress shirt, allowing him to shimmy right pass you. A trail of toxin following every whip of his heel.
당신 will get Karkat Vantas back, if 당신 could 당신 would throw that painters bucket at his face. Just to watch him squirm on the floor where he belongs.
당신 need some fucking sleep.
6 months back, Equius 로스트 both of his testicles and since then he 로스트 his wife, Aradia, and daughter, Nepeta. 당신 only remebered their names because thats all he talks about. Well that and his glory days as a fucking 주스 head, 당신 mean "competitive body builder." However, unlike other bodybuilders Equius' has tits. Hormone therapy came along with a side of high testosterone and because of that, his body had to kick up the estrogen to maintain balance.
Equius' big arms looped 당신 right inside him, but 당신 didn't push back. 당신 pulled in, right in his musk and sweat and buried your face into his tits. Motor 보트 him while you're at it.
"If 당신 wish to cry, go ahead." He drone as he pat down your wild licks of jet. "It will be alright."
It will be alright, 당신 chanted. Instantly, a set of dominos were set off. One 의해 one from the core of your useless piece of shit of a body, chemicals started to react and soon enough 당신 further dug your nose into his chest. 당신 let go.
Crying is what 당신 need. The release from your shitty job, your shitty boss and his shitty accent, from your shitty harelquin filled life. No one understands but most of all no one listens to your bucktooth ass. Your mouth agape, tongue readying and willing to lash out to those who put your 나귀, 엉덩이 down. Then again who are 당신 really trying to face? Staring at your mirror, staring at your baggy, colbalt glare of purest form of isolation. Even 당신 don't listen to your mind, body 또는 soul, and thus is why 당신 have an insomina.
Which is why you're here, for two years and 6 months you've been attending support groups. It's only when 당신 have an invisible gun to your head is when someone actually leads an ear. Actually make 당신 feel like you're beloved. It feels nice to be cared for, after you've been rejected 의해 the ones 당신 loved. Makes a whole lot easier to cry too.
This is how 당신 meet Karkat Vantas.
Equius gives a jerking sob. Up with the shoulder blade, down with his articulation of breath. Huff, huff, puff, puff. Big bad Equius is going to blow down your house. Though, that doesn't bother 당신 one bit. This is the closet 당신 will get to sleep, and 당신 will get your sleep because 당신 fucking earn it 의해 those hours 당신 pull.
"Only the strong will survive," Equius remarked.
Peaking your cerulean open, 당신 see the other men in the Remaining Men circle. All hugging and crying, it warms 당신 up until 당신 saw him.
His face contorted to one side while he pulls a long drag from his lips, blowing into your 원, 동그라미 as a man cry his burdens into the crook of his neck. His eyes meet yours.
Lier.
Lier.
Pants on fucking fire.
He just rubs 당신 the wrong way, he wasn't even trying to fake it. Short matte black hair, half-lidden amber eyes that fell endlessly against the 도자기 flesh that barely covered bone. Maybe he is sick, in the fucking head because he's always in yours tuberculosis group on Friday. Around Wednesday night, he's staring at 당신 with that same drag in his mouth at your melanoma round table. Monday night he's attending the lukiemia rap group. What a fucking joy, oh wait, he also goes to your brain parasite group on Thursdays.
It annoys you, it infuriates 당신 to know he's there. 당신 need to this, 당신 need to relax and let go of all the stress thats blocking your chi.
This is your vacation.
-
The first time 당신 ever step foot into a support group, it was right after your doctors appointment for your insomnia. 당신 don't know why 당신 have it, but 당신 do know it's killing you. Albeit, your doctor refuses to see the murderous aspect. Only telling 당신 to chew valerian root, get excrise and just listen to your body. When all 당신 really want is the red-and-blue pill.
"If 당신 wish to see true torture, I suggest witnessing First Eucharist on Tuesday night, Brain Parasites on Thursday," Doctor Maryam kept listening 더 많이 and more, 의해 the end of it all.
당신 went.
당신 never gave out your real name when it came to introductions: This is Andrew, this is Jack, this is Droogs. All force smiles and greetings.
"Hello, Hey, Hi," we all get it.
Making her way towards the front, Aranea took center stage. No doubt she was captivating, the way her hips pop with each click of her heel. Too bad 당신 로스트 all effort and energy to prove your heterosexuality back in high school. Still, you'll admit when 당신 see an attractive female. Especially how smoothly her words flow like velvet, leaving tracks of bumps along your forearm.
She instructs 당신 with a tug of her frames up her nose to close your eyes and just follow her voice. Follow her through the red curtains, green curtains and pass a man with a cue ball.
당신 wake up again. Eyes flown open to nothing but the sky. Body stretch across fields upon endless fields of shade, soon enough 당신 pop on your elbows and took a glance around.
"Watch out," with a snap, 당신 gaze at a lone figure to the north. Hesitantly, 당신 began your journey. Closer and closer, louder and louder they warned," watch out."
For what? 당신 differ. Shoving a wristful into your 느슨한 바지, 바지 의해 the time 당신 reach the yellow salamader.
"Friendship stairs."
당신 wake up and you're up on the first floor. Equius and other men file out the building, while 당신 just stood there. Bewildered and unresponsive. Until push came to shove.
"Move bitch, get out of the way."
His boney fingers sunk into your linen pressed dress shirt, allowing him to shimmy right pass you. A trail of toxin following every whip of his heel.
당신 will get Karkat Vantas back, if 당신 could 당신 would throw that painters bucket at his face. Just to watch him squirm on the floor where he belongs.
당신 need some fucking sleep.
