Unfortunately this is a Homestuck fic (which is a canon I expressly forbid you from getting into, tfv, although some of the fic is pretty okay).
With this one, when I came up with the title I was sure I was about to be writing the wooing of Dave Strider - coolest kid left in two universes - by John Egbert, the dude in my icon. He is... not really on the coolkid scale.
Somehow, though, it mutated into Dave being kind of a coolness guru, and in end form was a series of snippets of him advising the Homestuck aliens of the true meaning of cool. (With cross-cultural shenanigans liberally thrown in, of course.)
They are. Let us say. Remedial students in the subject.
He also ends up advising his human buddies, and they are somehow even worse. It is amazing, in the way a helicopter/rollercoaster collision that falls onto a freeway in rushhour is amazing. He seeks out the company of his sister who is the sole breath of arctic air in a sea of dweebery. Sure, she’s knitting at the time, but it’s ironic. (It isn’t ironic.) It’s so ironic it loops all the way back into sincerity, all right. Seriously, she’s currently knitting a terrible Christmas sweater for her girlfriend and it’s *still April* and what, does she think an alien vampire fashionista is *ever* going to get cold enough to wear that lopsided reindeer monstrosity? (It really isn’t ironic! Passive aggressive, OTOH....)
...Better than the time she was knitting boob cozies, though. All there is to say about that.
and the moral of the story is TFV! EMAIL OR MESSAGE ME ALREADY WE NEED TO GOSSIP RE: SHOES OKAY?
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Date: 2011-07-01 06:55 am (UTC)With this one, when I came up with the title I was sure I was about to be writing the wooing of Dave Strider - coolest kid left in two universes - by John Egbert, the dude in my icon. He is... not really on the coolkid scale.
Somehow, though, it mutated into Dave being kind of a coolness guru, and in end form was a series of snippets of him advising the Homestuck aliens of the true meaning of cool. (With cross-cultural shenanigans liberally thrown in, of course.)
They are. Let us say. Remedial students in the subject.
He also ends up advising his human buddies, and they are somehow even worse. It is amazing, in the way a helicopter/rollercoaster collision that falls onto a freeway in rushhour is amazing. He seeks out the company of his sister who is the sole breath of arctic air in a sea of dweebery. Sure, she’s knitting at the time, but it’s ironic. (It isn’t ironic.) It’s so ironic it loops all the way back into sincerity, all right. Seriously, she’s currently knitting a terrible Christmas sweater for her girlfriend and it’s *still April* and what, does she think an alien vampire fashionista is *ever* going to get cold enough to wear that lopsided reindeer monstrosity? (It really isn’t ironic! Passive aggressive, OTOH....)
...Better than the time she was knitting boob cozies, though. All there is to say about that.
and the moral of the story is TFV! EMAIL OR MESSAGE ME ALREADY WE NEED TO GOSSIP RE: SHOES OKAY?