dirk has soft, fine hair and jake is a deeply tactile person

purplepurpleunicornsparkle:

dirk and jake just. sitting in jake’s jungle orb (because fuck canon I live in Thanks For Playing’s post Act 7 Universe thanks kindly) and dirk just took a shower and here they are on the couch. they’re watching a movie and dirk has his head in jake’s lap and jake is just stroking his hair and dirk is going into a literal trance

just completely
sinking into the couch
forgetting his name
eyes slipping closed 

lips parted, breathing soft

he can hear his heartbeat in his ears
the movie sound kind of fades

his entire existence narrows to the sound of jake’s breathing and the feeling of his fingers 

and then suddenly he gets that anxiety spike that dirk sometimes gets and thinks shit, I have to do – I have to –

and then he remembers that he doesn’t have to do shit, and jake is here with him, and they’re happy in their little jungle orb, and the entire world is just holding its breath and waiting for whenever they’re ready and the only thing that matters is him and jake and that moment of relief coupled with everything else is like

euphoric

and dirk just feels completely and totally happy

he kind of mumbles and jake is like what’s that, buddy? and dirk is just like love you. and jake kind of pauses and then goes back to doing his thing and is like right back at ya friendo and dirk smiles and starts drifting off to sleep, content

akitsu-47:

Happy early Valentine’s, Lora ( @souspooke ). Ty for all the fisticuffs. I don’t think I’ve ever been so productive in a fandom as I have been for Homestuck and Dirk and Jake, and you were the fuel that kept me going. It was tons of fun and I’m hoping you too can look back with a smile. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. ❤

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its time for a dirkjake song bcuz of course it is what did you come to this blog expecting 

[Strong Hand | CHVRCHES | Dirk Strider ❤ Jake English]

Why don’t you tell me
What do you need?
There is a blank page
For you

Give me the bones of
What you believe
Maybe they’ll save you
From me

Will I be the strong hand
Keeping you safe
Or will I break you
In half

And you will never
Be under my thumb
But you are not your
Own man

How it will grind you
Into the ground
If you should try to
Hold me

When the pressure’s building for a great white hope
Do you give up things that you love?
And the pressure’s building ‘til it takes you whole
Can you go back on your own word?