me mumbling and telling you itll be okay
me“maybe if I do this with my eyes closed it’ll come out better”
I totally didn’t catch that I’m sorry
DaveKat for you
One day Karkat NO MORE OKAY with how things been. HE DONE. He is troll of action and make it so. Do what troll want! !
He go to Dave and say, “DAVE, I have had it up to HIGHWATER TROUSERS with you.”
He say this even though he don’t know what highwater trousers are. But everuone is born with inate understanding of highwaTER trousers.
“Woa man,” Dave say, he has his hands up like BACK OFF in body language speak, “do not be a bone bulge to me, D-stri biznazty-fasty 2dope.”
“How can IIII be bone bulge when you have already taken first place on podium of it??” Karkat ask like he is serious.
Dave is ready with snappy one liner he read on internet.
“If I wanted my own cum back, I would undonated it to from you dead creb ded. ..”
???To Be Continued???
I’m reading this fic. And, as I go through it, I’m just realizing…there is some really amazing figurative language going on here.
Usually Dirk took the reins after that, folded everything freak-neat and put it away in drawers while humming Skrillex like some urban Disney princess, seagulls perched on the windowsill and listening in.
and
But Dave’s words were failing, slowly sinking Leonardo di Caprio’s dumb ass when he trusted that Rose chick to never let go. There they went, frigid and blue, swallowed up by the ocean to die.
I mean
Dave dragged the vacuum aside, propped it against the wall before dropping to his hands and knees. There was a monster lurking under the bed, a conquerer of vacuums, and he wanted to see it for himself.
this is just
Five fucking minutes in high definition. Shit had all the p’s. 720 at least, maybe even the full 1080. P’s up to the gills and out the wazoo.
really really good.
He hopped up on the stage while DJ Craigslist was between sets, no doubt schmoozin’ it up with a gaggling flock of girls who’d be spilling their drinks over him in no time flat.
Really really really good.
Dave’s leg switched from bouncing to going completely stiff and tense, like the majority of his body. Except for his stomach. That shit was having some kind of luau complete with a roasting pig, tiki torches, and dancing. His heart was currently invited to the luau and pulling some fire-swallowing stunt the rest of him wasn’t ready to handle.
So thank you to Author-person, your writing is AMAZING and I like this story a lot.
