in which DC becomes the official meme dispenser?

[brbvirmire]

REVENGE OF THE MAKEOUTS MEME

❤ COMMENT with your characters.
❤ COMMENT to characters with who they should makeout with or just comment to people you want your character to makeout with.
❤ Everyone makes out with everyone else in the comments. They are magically compulsed to do so! CAN'T ABSCOND.
❤ BE HIDEOUS.
❤ LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT.

Comments

[circuitry]

[a rose, huh?

maybe she should have put on a plantsuit, that's what he into, right? dance around like a tulip in a field of spring flowers, singing the soundtrack to Troll The Sound of Music?

(Troll The Sound of Music is a horror movie, btw
it also lasts just as long as the human version)

just gonna

lick that rose

whenever the opportunity arises

SHUT UP IT IS DELICIOUS OKAY]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ good lord that is disturbing. there is a giant tongue just flapping out and licking at your rose. there are all sorts of poignant, vaguely pornographic metaphors you could use here, and all you can think is how fucking weird it is that you are waltzing around in pink sparkly outfits and holding a flower for her to lick at.

wait.

WAIT.

you have had a brilliant idea.

you captchalogue the SALIVA-STAINED ROSE (it will never be the same), taking only a moment to make sure her tongue is FIRMLY TUCKED AWAY in that mouth of hers. then you bring her close into the most unquestionably charismatic kiss in the history of stridermacking.

BEST IDEA ]

[circuitry]

[]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ You are not DIRTY DANCING. No, you are doing this old-school. Something about the tender strains of her SCREECHY ERINYES' VOCAL CORDS sets your vascular pump apparatus aflame, and more cowbell just won't tame these fires. It can't tame them. You basically CAN'T BE TAMED.

No, this is far more tender. This brings out the romantic in you. This is you bringing her close as quietly as possible before moving in to softly press your lips against hers. One hand trails lightly over her side, gliding along past hints of a teal light shining before alighting on her cheek. When your lips DO meet, it is no mere Patrick Swayze smooch. This is Elwes and Wright at their finest - no, better yet, you have transcended their actors. This is Roberts, once Westley, and Buttercup. She FILLS YOU UP, your BUTTERCUP, and you hope she never breaks your heart.

Angels sing their triumphant chorus as magic mack-daddy Strider works his charms. That is BASICALLY HOW GOOD YOU ARE AT THIS. ]

[circuitry]

[There's a reason why Terezi hardly sleeps (beyond the terrible nightmares and the burning of the daystar, of course). There's a reason why she lives alone, and why night after night, she sits by her computer. She's looking for him, and when she found him, she realized she wasn't really looking for him. She was looking for an answer. It's the question that drove her. It's the question that brought her here. Dave knows the question, just as she did.

WHAT IS ROMANCE???

Welcome to a cyberpunk dystopia, Dave. You are currently in a massive multiplayer online RPG having the stuffing being beaten out of you by a perpetually angry robot with complexes about goddamn near everything. Terezi has unfortunately been relegated to the sidelines because god forbid girls participate in climactic showdowns. She is talking to your unresponsive CORPSE. Sweet nothings are exchanged that may or may not have an affect on your performance in the real world and it is all very touching but the point is

THE POINT IS

THIS IS ALL A SET UP

TO

A

KISS

Terezi is the street tough second in command with a heart of gold
Dave is the newbie who has to be shown around and wears sunglasses all the time and doesn't emote

*~*THEY WERE MADE TO BE*~*]