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Terezi swears that she's fine. She doesn't talk about her issues, not even to her best friends, but it's fine. The only support group in town for people with chronic illnesses and disabilities is run with a positively sickening attitude of everything happens for a reason. Terezi can't stand it. She swears that she's fine, but really, she's not. And Rose knows that she's not, and that's when an idea comes in. Bitching about their problems, honest conversations about day to day life, no higher power nonsense, and tons of snacks. All in the middle of Terezi's living room. Terezi is reluctant to participate at first, but soon she finds there's a few benefits to having a shoulder to cry on. Or six.
Then there's Vriska, a foul-mouthed girl with a bad attitude who hates most things and people. She finds herself, however, not hating these people.Bookmarked by blackdresses
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Terezi has a problem. It’s not the fact that she’s been assigned to a job that she isn’t trained for and absolutely despises, or the endless daymares that rehash how she and her friends died in the Game, or even the way the Game suddenly ended without explanation, leaving Alternia as if it had never happened and erasing the memories of everyone... except her.
No, her problem is one Vriska Serket: ten sweeps, freshly graduated, newly appointed Admiral of Her Imperious Condescension's Fleet, and (probably) the root of (the majority of) Terezi's troubles. And the nonsensical, confused palecrush is only making things worse.
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Acting One's Age (When One Will Never Get Old or Die) by fighting_chance
Fandoms: Homestuck
20 Jun 2026
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"Nothing!" you say. "Nothing. We all have our limits, it's nothing to be guilty of, it's just...I'm assuming your limits are a little more limited than most people's. That's all."
"Eat a heap of steaming waste, Harley." Karkat growls at you, loud enough that you can hear it over the music. It sets a dart of tingles up under the curve of your skull. "The true intricacies of my satyric prowess is a knowledge you'll have to wither and die before knowing."
You giggle again. You literally say, "Hee hee," out loud, before licking your chapped lips and shrugging. "Aw, say it isn't so! Oh, well."
"That's noble of you," he says, with unusually expert sarcasm. "To take the deprivation in such stride. It's commendable. Really."
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