greg, would you care to explain to me Why you are standing under a bundle of phoradendron serotinum? was that the only way you could get your mommy to kiss you growing up? (oh? i don’t um— i’m not sure what you’re talking about?) oh don’t play dumb with me gregory—you expect me to believe that out of the dozens of doorways in this house you just happened to choose to stand beneath the one with mistletoe hanging from its bow? (oh that's— how did that get there? i didn’t, i don’t, i swear that wasn’t there when i got here, it, um, perhaps there are elves afoot? like— decorating the house while we aren’t looking?) elves? elves, greg? that’s no way to talk about the house staff, (that’s not what i—) but i suppose i shouldn’t expect any better from the sick fuck standing in the architecture designed to allow him to pounce on the poor passerby who dares walk through the same doorway, hmm greg? waiting for me to need something in the adjacent room that requires me to pass under the very plant hanging above us now so you can force your tongue into my throat? is that it? very well. i will kiss you
Not to out myself as a Homestuck but I was reading a Tomgreg fic and was struck by this horrible realisation that there IS another ship that their dynamic reminds me of and it’s fucking Vriska/Tavros. Yikes.
“It’s not personal, I just can’t trust you. So in a friendly way, I’m staying here tonight…” And where was the pajama party? I think we’ve been robbed!
