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connor-roth:

“I mean…” He began, finding himself getting more and more distracted by Clark’s intense stare. “We don’t… Have to only be best friends?” He hinted, tilting his head to the side in thought. “We can… We can get married?”

Clark had been waiting his whole life for this moment! Marriage... such bliss! With a bashful smile and a fervent nod, he agreed to the proposal. “When?” He asked. “...Now?” He knew his mothers would be upset if he didn’t tell them that he was about to be a married man, but he was too caught up in the intensity of young love.

#connor.

connor-roth:

“Thanks,” He said bashfully, leaning up on his elbows. “And for the record, man, you don’t have to steal from me.” Except I think you just stole my heart. “I mean, you’re, like, one of my best friends, so.”

Clark felt his cheeks warm at the comment. He’d never had anyone actively offer him off limit snacks before. But best friends? What if I want to be more? “...Are we only best friends?”

#connor.

connor-roth:

“Asshole,” Connor breathed, though there was a clear smile on his face as he looked up at the other. Damn. Clark was kind of attractive when the sunlight caught on his powdery face at just the right angle. “I didn’t really mean it when I called you stupid.”

Clark let out a breathy laugh through his powdered lips. “I didn’t really mean it when I called you donut.” Man, Connor had a nice smile... Clark almost swore he could feel his heart skip a beat.

#connor.

connor-roth:

Connor was suddenly knocked back onto the ground by Clark’s lanky body, powered only by all those donuts he stole. “I– don’t– believe– you!” Connor groaned, struggling under Clark’s body weight before finally giving up, looking up at the other with a sigh. “Man. This is so unfair.”

Clark sent a silent thank you to John Cena, Praise Be Unto Him, for bringing about his victory. However, as he looked down at the sad face of a dejected Connor, he felt a twinge of sympathy in the depths of his heart. “...I... I actually did eat the donuts.”

#connor.

connor-roth:

Connor’s brows furrowed as he leaned back, a look of disgusted confusion crossing his features. “I’m not sure what that means, but it sounded really weird. The point is, man, I’m tired of this crap. Donut.”

That final “donut” was the last straw. With the spirit of John Felix Anthony Cena Jr. running through his veins, he threw himself full force at Connor, tackling him to the ground. “I DIDN’T EAT THEM.”

#connor.

connor-roth:

“I would’ve shared with you if you asked but then you ate them all by yourself!” What kind of human does that? “That’s the point, donut! If you buy your own then you can just eat your own, not mine. I’m tired of this disrespect!”

“But I didn’t eat them, donut!” He was becoming truly irate. Sometimes he liked to partake in some late night snacking... was that really such a sin? “Now I’m gonna eat yours AND mine, since you’re such a dumb donut!”

#connor.

connor-roth:

“If donuts are stupid then I guess that makes you a donut ‘cause you’re stupid!” The evidence was all over Clark’s face, white powder half-assedly smeared off like he was sporting a shitty Tony Montana costume. “Why don’t you buy the snacks, man?”

“You’re the donut!” Clark pointed a finger, eyes narrowed. Connor was a stupid donut, not him. A stupid, plain donut. No sprinkles, no frosting. Boring and stupid. “And if I bought the snacks, you wouldn’t get any, jabroni!”

#connor.

connor-roth:

“I don’t believe you!” Connor cried, throwing the box to the ground. “This is, like, the third time you’ve eaten all my freakin’ donuts, man!”

“I. Didn’t. Eat them.” Clark was getting a little pissy now. Yeah, he ate them, but why did Connor have to roll in and be all accusatory? Classic Connor. “Donuts are stupid anyway. Buy better snacks.”

#connor.

connor-roth:

@poopyclark

“Dude,” Connor frowned, holding up a big empty box which read in big letters ‘CONNOR’S DONUTS: DO NOT EAT!’. Classic Clark, eatin’ all the freakin’ donuts. “Why’d you eat all my freakin’ donuts, man?”

Clark turned his head slowly, lips completely coated in a thick layer of white powder, a manic look in his eyes. “I didn’t eat them.”

#connor.#this gif is the size of my house

@notclarkkent: hey @jesse_harmon95 meet me behind the bleachers @ eight. im ready to #brawl jabroni

#jesse.#twt.#i.. apologize for this

junobolshakov:

Juno had just transferred for the spring semester, unpacking her bags and trying to find a place for everything in her room. She jumped, startled, as she heard the pounding on her door. Chewing on her inner cheek, she picked up her mobile as she made her way to the door, cracking it open cautiously and looking the obviously distressed young man up and down before speaking – her Russian accent peaking light around the edges of her voice.

“Is this some kind of prank or something?”

Clark was slightly offended by the accusation. His gastrointestinal distress was not a joke. “What? No,” he replied, words almost scorned. “I have to take a supreme shit, and humbly request to use your facilities.” He peeked through the crack in her door, eyeing for the bathroom door in case it was necessary to break in and make a run for it. He made note of the disarray in the room — unpacked bags strewn about — and figured if he was gonna absolute demolish the new girl’s freshly cleaned bathroom, he should at least try to make nice first.

“...Please.”

#juno.

devlinboswell:

Devlin ran to his door when the loud banging didn’t stop. He couldn’t imagine what was on the other side of the door. When he opened it, he saw a profusely sweating man on the other side of it. He saw the pain on his face and let him in. “Uh…are you ok?” He shouted as the man ran for his bathroom.

Clark was certain his expression was that of an entirely not okay man, but he didn’t have time to explain, as the grumble in his gut was beginning to sound like the Super Mario Bros theme song if it was played on the tuba. He closed the bathroom door with fervor, and began his agonizing business.

A few minutes later, he emerged, looking like an infant who had just had his diaper changed.

“’Sup.”

#devlin.#thank u lmao

nnax:

Because Max lived a little too far from campus to bother with going home for the day, he’d made an agreement with his friend Carter to use his dorm while he was at hockey practice. “Studying hard”, he popped the gum in his mouth and blasted Tool songs so loud, he barely even heard the knock on the door. Turning down the volume, he slid the office chair over to the door and pulled it open, the effort more strenuous than if he’d just got up and walked. “What kind of bodily function will you be performing? This isn’t my humble abode.”

“You better warn whoever lives here then, my dude,” he commented, shoving past the chair, sweat dripping down his pained face. “It’s gonna be uninhabitable for at least twenty years after I’m done.” In all honesty, he didn’t quite know why he was bothering to make conversation. There was a toilet mere feet away, and his expression was becoming more twisted the longer he sat in wait. And yet, he pressed on. “You got any reading material?”

#max.#heyooooo

@maxantonio: @pearlw @badlymilligan a concept: grow up

@badlymilligan: @pearlw @maxantonio "Denise..." The weary old woman paused to wheeze a frightened gasp. "He's getting nasty..."

@pearlw: @badlymilligan @maxantonio "Sharon..." Denise clutched her face with two sweaty, trembling hands. "Stand back you coward!"

@tarantinhoe: @pearlw @badlymilligan @maxantonio "Sharon... Denise..." The wrinkles in her face deepened tenfold. "He's going to snatch your limbs AND my purses."

@notclarkkent: @tarantinhoe @pearlw @badlymilligan @maxantonio Howard burst through the door, wielding double machetes. "What's the sitch, ladies?"

#twt.#pearl #bradley #max #leah

Clark had been in the middle of eating a divine lunch — three Doritos® Locos Tacos and a large Baja Blast — when he felt a distinctive gurgle in his gut. His own dorm was across campus, and he knew deep in his heart there was no way he would make it in time. With the speed and agility of an Olympic track star, he bounded into the nearest dorm hall, furiously pounding on door after door until he finally received an answer. “Please,” he begged, eyes wide and frantic, “can I use your bathroom?”

#bridgemont:starter #hello all

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scream bc this speaks to me on another level

#muse.

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#muse.

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