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tweekering:

Each word made Tweek’s eyes grow wider and wider, his face getting paler and paler. Oh JESUS, he was so FUCKED. His attention went from Craig to the sky, back to Craig, and back to the sky. He’d have to apologize. Somehow, some way, maybe he could build a little shrine or start a cool appreciation group for Orion. That’d SURELY get Tweek on his good side.

"Oh god, I mean, oh Orion— I mean, ah, fuck." He stumbled over his words and finally pushed himself forward to sit on his knees, clapping his hands flat together in a praying position. Lowering his head, he blurted out. "Please, uh, forgive me!" Tweek stared at his legs in search of what else to say. "Forgive me for whatever I could have done to piss you off, please don’t kill me in my sleep!" 

With that out of the way, the boy looked up at the sky again, feeling some sense of inner peace with apologizing to the most-likely fictional deity. 

What began as a subtle smirk quickly descended into a full blown grin upon the fraudulent boy’s face as he fell back onto the ground and let out a deep and unrestrained laugh from the depths of his rib cage. His upper body hit the grassy surface with a light thump as Craig closed his eyes tightly and gripped at the fabric of his shirt that covered his stomach, trying to compose himself once more.

Letting out several more soft, breathy chuckles as he loosened his grip, he turns to face the panicking blond beside him. “Dude, it’s okay, calm down,” he began, his had faded a bit, though it was still slightly evident. “I was just messing with you. You’re good, man, you’re good.” Raising a thin arm, he makes a small, lazy ‘calm down’ gesture with his hand.

Lowering his hand once more, Craig shakes his head. “Damn, I didn’t expect you to react like that.” Not that he was complaining; it was pretty amusing to him.

sorry for the inactivity recently i’ve had some pretty shitty writer’s block and yeah ejkfchu

crowbara:

jetgreguar:

gaybabyrollins:

vuov:

Neptune taken by NASA

who THE FUCK let NASA take Neptune

release neptune

Free Neptune 2014

crowbara:

jetgreguar:

gaybabyrollins:

vuov:

Neptune taken by NASA

who THE FUCK let NASA take Neptune

release neptune

Free Neptune 2014

littlegumshoe:

clyde is the EXCACT kind of guy to ask 4 handjobs from craig then say no homo afterwards.

butterssc0tch:

Don’t give me that look mister! It’s okay to be confident in something. Ya know. As long as you don’t get too cocky. [The blonde laughed as he looked around for a bottle of lotion. Nodding slowly at the noirette’s words a smug smile found his lips.] Of course it’s a good point. And hopefully my really nice deep muscle relaxer lotion if I can find it. [He muttered as he walked over to his bed and looked underneath it barely paying attention to Craig before busting out into laughter.] You know? From Buffalo Bill in Red Dragon? it was a Hannibal reference silly.

Fine, fine, whatever you say. [He jokingly raises his arms in a defensive manner, a small hint of a smile on his features.] When was the last time you used that stuff? [He asks, as if he were trying to jog the blond’s memory. Meanwhile, Craig took in his surroundings before finally deciding to settle on top of the bed that Butters was searching under.] Huh, really? I never took you to be the Hannibal type, honestly. [Pausing, he slouches he back slightly before mumbling.] Then again, you know, Game of Thrones and all.

butterssc0tch replied to your post: hey guys, sorry i wasn’t really online…

w hoa! that sounds like it was hecka fun! :D//

yeah it was!!! i’m going back out to boston sometime this week to get stuff as a birthday present lmao holla

captainmarsh replied to your post: hey guys, sorry i wasn’t really online…

I hope u had fun dude!!]]

thanks man! i had a lot of fun, actually!!

wannabecholo:

Reminded you of what? Is it bad? [Clyde lets out a chuckle when Craig apologized to him, as if there was something to apologize for.] Don’t say sorry. [He puts his full weight on one hand so he can use his free hand to give the other a light playful shove.] Come on, if there is something bad going on you’re suppose to talk to me about it, I’m your best friend. [The smile came back on his face.] Even if my advice is crap.

[Pausing for a moment, Craig gnaws mindlessly on his lower lip, thinking.] Yeah. I mean, kind of. [Resuming his former position, the distressed male lays on his back once more. Closing his eyes, he exhales a frustrated breath through his nostrils.] I’m just… [He pauses once more before turning his head to face Clyde, opening his eyes once more.] Not satisfied, I guess? [Crossing his bony arms over his midsection, Craig tugs firmly at the fabric of his sweater with his thin fingers as he tried to quietly push the uncomfortable tingling sensation that spread throughout his body aside.]

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