opera: “THIS ISN’T FIGHT CLUB JADE!”
liz: “i am not your tyler durden ok!”
liz: “dave and rose made me watch that movie like eight times and i never liked it once!”
liz: “can we actually break the first and second rules here and actually TALK about this????”
opera: “What are you going to burn my hand with lye now Jade?
opera: “I DON’T WANT TO BLOW THINGS UP WITH SOAP JADE!!!”
liz: “THERE WILL BE NO SUBLIMINAL DICKS JADE!!!!”
opera: “I WILL NOT JERK OFF INTO THE CHOWDER JADE”
liz: “KARKAT IS NOT THE CREEPY LADY YOU ATTEND SUPPORT GROUPS WITH ALRIGHT”
opera: XDDDD
opera: goddddd Karkat as Marla Singer
opera: what even
opera: “Slide”
opera: “what?”
opera: “I DON’T KNOW JUST FUCKING SLIDE”
liz: jdfkla;hgas
Sometimes he’ll lay on his bed with his troll and compare their skintones. He presses their forearms together and marvels at the fact that there’s a gray troll in his bedroom, a gray troll he had bedded countless times. Smiling from ear to ear and completely oblivious to it, he walks his fingers up Karkat’s arm, traces his pectorals and leans in to kiss his gray, gray lips.
Karkat looks up at him, a bit bemused, always a bit bristly.
“What?”
John’s grin breaks new ground over his face and Karkat rolls his eyes at the gates of blunt teeth.
“I’m totally doing an alien.”
Karkat issues a long suffering sigh, his tone dripping sarcasm.
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