#bruiiser

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@llamanorthwest hOLY CRUD WHERE DO I START??? I love tots with all my soul??? She’s amazing and wonderful and smart and AMAZINGLY MULTI-TALENTED I COULDN’T KEEP UP IF I DARED. She goes above and beyond so she’s getting portrayals right and she wants everything to be accurate and she’s so KIND AND AWESOME and I would probably actually kill people for her bc SHE DESERVES PEOPLE WHO WOULD KILL FOR HER. I am a Hufflepuff through and through and if ur Hufflepuff doesn’t threaten murder for u are they even really Hufflepuffs? I would literally make ships illegal for you if I could. Honest to God. And I would make platonic ships a bigger thing bC GEEZ DO U DESERVE ALL THE PLATONIC SHIPPING PARTNERS UR HEART DESIRES.

@fosterskeeper/@bruiiser bc those are the ones Ash has been at recently. ASH DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE FOR HIS AMAZING AND UNIQUE PORTRAYALS OF ALL HIS MUSES EVER. ASH DESERVES AWARDS FOR THESE PORTRAYALS BC HE PUTS SO MUCH INTO THEM AND HE DESERVES THE WORLD. i will literally always roleplay with all his muses ever bc i love them all so much and i love him so much. he dESERVES THE UNIVERSE AND BEYOND FOR ALL HIS AWESOMENESS and yes i would also kill for him bc hE DESERVES IT.

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THE BRATT ABIDES! - { @bruiiser }

“ TO BE HONEST, I think aliens have ALREADY invaded Earth. JUST LOOKIT THAT KID WITH THE FOOTBALL HEAD! He’s GOTTA be one of ‘em - BIDING THEIR SWEET TIME, WAITING to destroy EVERYONE. OR ASSIMILATE US like the BORG. OR, LIKE IN THEY LIVE! I want a pair of SUNGLASSES like THOSE! DON’T YOU? COME ON! OF COURSE YOU DO! “

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@bruiiser

            Steven had been sure he’d never see Earth again, so... it was all so             overwhelming to him, to be alive, to be home, with his family, to have             everyone get back safely? It was.. a huge relief. After an experience             like that, it was safe to say he was going to appreciate life a lot more now. 

       Rolling a clump of grass between his fingers with a tired smile, Steven        paused when he noticed a familiar face nearby, and padded over towards        the girl, grinning faintly. Helga might be a pessimist, but he’d spent an entire        space adventure with one of them. Plus, it was nice to see her!

      “Hi..! Helga, right? Nice to see you still in Beach City!”

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SING ME SOMETHIN' MOUSE!!

send me the thing

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i’M HALFWAY THEEEERREEE OMG ASH]

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@bruiiser​ liked for a short starter !

         “What do you mean you don’t know who Powerline is?!                                     He’s a living legend !”

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[Text] Come get Taco Bell with me. No, I don't care that it's three in the morning, I'm already outside your place. @bruiiser ;3

👊 ;; ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶰᵇᵒˣ ( accepting )

✉ blonde bomb➹ girl i’m not home➹ hotline rang. wait for me it’ll take like twenty minutes

[heeeres-curly-blog]

At the punch that had nearly successfully landed on his face, Curly's frame stiffened. An emotional tirade was next on the agenda it seemed. As Helga spat words in his face, of course questions about how he knew, he simply waited it out.

But that wasn't it, oh no. Now he was being dragged to the boy's bathroom! How was she even allowed to just go in there?! She was still a girl, after all. But nobody in this school cared. Bullies got to do what they wanted so long as they were feared. Curly wasn't scared. At least, not right away. He was a tough cookie to crack; he was far too full of mania to save his life. Intrusive thoughts coursed through his head on a daily basis. It took everything most of the time in him NOT to snap. Nobody could disturb him quite like his own psyche. Except for Helga in this moment as her fist collided with the glass of the mirror, shattering it with one blow. Thaddeus gulped.

"Okay, okay. Look.... I just wanted a date with Rhonda. I just want her to actually like me. I want that more than anything. But this is messed up even for me. I could just expose you for something else. Not your identity. You see, Helga. I'm not a bad guy. I know, I know. Complete hogwash. Something you would say, I'm sure." He grew silent, eyes locking onto the blackened and bloodied bruised knuckles. Swallowing another thick lump in his throat, he crossed his arms and hugged himself a little. He had done this...... With just words. WORDS. Such.... power.

He tried again. "I didn't know! I didn't know you'd do this! And.... almost pummel me." Okay, now he SOUNDED like he was saving his skin. "Shit.... You seriously did some damage. We gotta get you to the nurse, like NOW." Tentatively he took her wrist, that of her unscathed hand. Before she could bash his face in, he FLEW the door open and rushed down the hall, pushing through people. "MOVE IT, PEOPLE! NOTHIN' TO SEE HERE! GO ON, GET! PART LIKE THE RED SEA!" And at this, people dispersed, clammering against their lockers when they spotted the two infamous school crazies. And a very distraught looking Helga, who could no doubt be a terrifying threat to anyone who got in her way now of all times.

heeeres-curly:

“ARRGH!” Curly’s back hit the the lockers with a bang, but he only felt the slightest bit of pain due to adrenaline. His mind was in overdrive, a rather MANIC mood stirring within him and steering him toward every decision he made. He was jovial, and a tad eccentric, as only he would call it. “Now, Helga,” he whispered now that she was close enough. “I would be careful what you did to someone who knows about your other little secret. You pass so well��. It would be a… shame if everyone knew about what you are.” This was sick, manipulative, of course. Curly had no issues with people who were different. But he knew how judgmental the rest of P.S. 118 could be, and he would play on that if it meant he got what he wanted most.

          Her heart sinks into her stomach, feeling like she got sucker punched in the gut knocking the air from her lungs. Her fist makes contact with the cold metal of the locker, leaving a small dent. MISSING his face by an inch, fingers loosen from around his shirt– arms drop, slack at her sides, a throbbing pain pulsing under the skin of her hand. Starting to swell && bruise, she takes a step back but keeps her fingers balled into fists. ❝ How did- I never- ❞ Suddenly very conscious of just how different she really is from everyone. From girls. ( Not that she ever really FORGOT. ) Sapphire hues flicker to the ground. Shame is burning through her like a wildfire that can’t be extinguished- she wants to knock his teeth in. 

         But she can’t- won’t && he knows it. Helga wants to FIGHT him, call his bluff- but she knows better. He may be CRAZY but he isn’t stupid. But… maybe they wouldn’t believe him ? Maybe- no, don’t be stupid. They would believe the psycho over the school bully. Without much thought she harshly grabs onto his wrist, pulling him to the boy’s restroom- locking it tightly. ❝ Listen ya’ little frea- Curly, ❞ She pauses, racking her fingers through her ponytails. ❝ I dunno how ya’ found out about me. ❞ The blonde makes a gesture to insinuate her SECRET. A warmth creeps across her cheeks, angry tears well up in her eyes. Blinking them away, not daring to show any sign of WEAKNESS, Pataki’s are strong- we don’t cry !Pff- Tell that to Olga ? There’s a long silence that seems to fill the air around them, the HELPLESSNESS is building up inside of her. Curling in a tight ball, heavy && cold. 

Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. DON’T YOU DARE- 

          Smashing her fist into the closest thing which just happened to be the mirror, BREAKING IT on contact, Helga could feel shards of glass digging into her knuckles. Glass SHOWERED the sink && floor- she couldn’t feel the SHOOTING PAIN right now but she knew she’d be PAYING for it later with a HOSPITAL BILL && a lecture from Bob. Her hand is probably broken, no it is broken. The slightly fearful g l i n t in Curly’s eyes. He should be GRATEFUL that hadn’t been his face because it almost had been a SECOND TIME. 

          ❝ Tell me what you want ?! ❞ Wincing as she picked another piece of glass from her SPLIT OPEN knuckles. 

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📱 //for mabes

dipper hates phones || no longer accepting || @glittcrguts

✆  Glitter Punch

✘ where are you i had a nightmare and you’re not in your room where the fuck are you✘ i was the one who found you drunk and made you showered last night. you’re welcome.✘ pelase pikk e upp i’m in the drknu and imm inn htee paaark✘ do you think stan would be proud that we have a slight criminal record? i mean he’s the one who started our criminal record in the first place

✉ i feel like getting drunk && looking at the stars, you in?

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Call Me. Beep Me. If You Wanna Reach Me | Accepting

📩 That Bully Chick msg: Should I slash his tires or egg his house?msg: I’m feeling a little Carrie Underwood today

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@bruiiser​  liked for a starter !!

       Hand clutching the straps of his OLIVE GREEN backpack, the football-headed kid with his head in the clouds made his way through the front doors of P.S.118 high school and was IMMEDIATELY struck by how massive and animal--like the environment seemed.

    And he lived in the JUNGLE for a long while.

     Lump caught in his throat, he passes by Gerald, who makes acknowledges his presence with a nod-- since they had seen each other the day before. Making his way, he passes by faces he CANNOT recognize and people whose names he DOESN'T know. Welcome back to Hillwood, Arnold.

     The welcome seemed bittersweet. While he was ECSTATIC to be back in his hometown with his family and friends-- he’s also not as naive. He knows things have CHANGED-- that they never stay the SAME.

     And yet as he approaches the destination he didn’t even know he was LOOKING for, he recognizes a familiar signal, one he’d know anywhere. Pink bow.

      He has a vague inclination that the motion he’s about to do at the moment is not only OUTRAGEOUS but incredibly SELF CLAIMING, and yet with a big huff to his throat, green eyes search for blue ones as he smiles awkwardly. “Hey, Helga,” He starts, daring to speak as if only DAYS have gone by and not THREE YEARS. No matter how RED his cheeks are or how SWEATY his palms feel. “How are you?”

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📱//I can't remember if I sent one or not. so if I did ignore this one

Unsent||Accepting✖️️ i wish i could tell you things get better but so far all i know is that dad’s drinking again and mom’s face makes me think of that melanie martinez song.✖️️ i saw a little blond girl at the store today. she had a pink bow. and she kept asking her mom for cookies. and her mom kept telling her no in the sweetest way possible. i thought of you and i wondered why neither of us got so lucky and if the girl even knew how lucky she was.✖️️ i never expected brainy to know where to find weed around here but he did it. i guess he’s good for something.✖️️it might not be your thing but did you wanna get our nails done or something? brainy’s video games are really loud today and i keep hearing bells ring✖️️WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU PATAKI?! ARNOLD KEEPS TEXTING ME TELLING ME THAT YOU GUYS HAD PLANS OR SOMETHING AND THEN YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP AND IT’S LIKE, THREE HOURS LATER AND HE’S TEXTED YOU A BUNCH OF TIMES AND HE’S WORRYING HIS ASS OFF. CALL HIM OR I’LL KILL YOU.✔️️let’s go to the mall and eat in the food court and make fun of the losers pretending they’re cool.