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“I mean, not the shortest man alive but like, kinda a lost cause looks like.” He nodded up at the umbrella in the tree, blinking up through the rain that bounced off the side of his own umbrella and dripped over the edge. “Uh, where you goin’ then? I can walk you with this one, or whatever.” He gestured to the one in his hand and a slight tilt of his head. It wasn’t much but he was sure anything was better than soaking up enough water and cold for a flu.

This was a first for Gunner, getting something stuck in a tree like something out of a cartoon. It was ironic, too, the fact that he was struggling to grab his umbrella again as rain started to come down, dampening the bark that his beaten up sneakers would’ve struggled to get a grip on even if it were dry. With a grunt, Gunner toppled to the ground once more - he’d climbed a lot of trees in his youth, but apparently it wasn’t his strong suit anymore. Frowning up at where his umbrella rested in a branch just above his reach, like it was taunting him, Gunner glanced at where someone was approaching while he was rubbing at his now bruising elbow, “I thought it’d be a good idea to bring my umbrella in case it started raining. Now I lost my umbrella and I’m soaked. I can’t help if I’m the shortest man alive, it’s - it’s genetics!” @radopens​

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top 3 cuties on campus?

“Uh..shit, I guess Bev, Freya and saige?? I guess.”

@bevflanagan

@freyatm

@scige

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what's ur favorite taco bell order?

“Crunchwrap supreme combo that comes with a crunchy taco and Baja blast. NEXT.”

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hcpcrs‌:

Harper wasn’t sure how she got dragged into the game she’d never heard of, though it had been thrilling, something about running from fake terror felt new to her, and hiding behind the massive tree in the back of the garden made her giddy, laughing as Matteo spoke, “We could always scale the tree and just hide in it for the rest of the night.”

“Hmm..” His thoughts trail off for a moment, her option sounding like the most convenient and least amount of work. He grins, taking everything into account before agreeing. “Honestly, that sounds like the best option. Not like they’re really gonna go climbin’ trees anyway so, fuck it.” He chuckled with amusement before his eyes glazed over the trees to find a good one to hide out in. “I think..this one oughta do.” He pointed to a fairly big tree, though the branches made it climbable.

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scige‌:

“Are you saying that you want to see people spider-man kiss?” She cocked her head to the side, glancing over at him as she took a sip of her beer, “Just want to walk through a crowd of people hanging upside down, getting it on - like one of those swinger houses where every room is a different kinky theme? That’s like - totally twisted of you, Matteo. Isn’t it a bit creepy, watching? Very like - dunno. Can’t think of any movie references. But I think it’s totally twisted - if you want the legacy to like, live on, you should just do it yourself. It’d be less weird than like, orchestrating a mass upside down orgy.”

“Jesus Christ, I mean one kiss. Like, if this whole party pretty much revolves around some mythical upside kiss then why hasn’t anyone tried to replicate it? I feel like that was just some made up shit from awhile back, y’know? Kind of fuckin’ weird that you went so far to be talkin’ about orgies though like, seems like you already had that on the mind?” His voice is pretty even through his monologue about the whole spider-man kiss. He couldn’t help but shrug and shove his hands in his pockets though, not necessarily amused or unamused by the whole thing. There was a happy medium and he was fine with that.

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rorybergstrom‌:

               Rory wasn’t usually big on team games, but Fugitive was something he could get behind. All of the chaos and action with none of the hassle of forming alliances — the only thing he had to do to win was look out for number one. His strategy was a simple one — get as far as fuck away from the road without being spotted and find a basement. He’d packed his Switch, his headphones and well-thumbed copy of Frank O’Hara poems should the night get longer than anticipated, and he was well on his way to victory when the sudden blare of a moped’s headlights behind him sent him into a frenzy. “Shit, shit, motherfucking, shit-cake, ballbags, arsewipe—” was cursed as he stumbled into a run to pick up the pace, throwing himself in through a ginnel between two holiday homes, his hoodie snagging on the nail of a trellis and sending him sprawling. Heat vision, grazed knees — stones scattered about his feet as he ran without hesitance or direction — but the headlights were no longer on his tail. He could still hear the sound of the moped. Soon they’d park up and start looking. Fuck. Was this how Harrison Ford had felt in that film about… What was it called? Oh wait. The fucking Fugitive. “Oi.” Rory uttered, spotting a flashlight die behind a chain-link fence as he rounded a corner to what looked like private tennis courts. Fucking rich wankers.“Give us a hand would you?” It’s whispered, quiet enough so that they turn and he can see the colour of their armband. “I’ve got one of their flags.”

It was more or less just an interesting game to pass the time, seeing as more virtual games were more of his thing than any physical ones. It wasn’t like he wasn’t in shape, just that the playing of sports seemed less interesting than just watching them. The only one he’d ever really gotten behind actually playing was basketball but that had been replaced pretty quickly with a controller and late nights ahead. This real life video game was one he get behind though, having found amusement in being chased and having everyone run in circles. “Yo––really? And you’re just runnin’ around?” He couldn’t help the laugh that passed through his lips. “We better post up somewhere then, 

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“Wearin’ white was a fuckin’ mistake. I should’ve predicted this.” Matteo sighed dramatically, eyeing a stain on his shirt from a slice of pepperoni that had fallen onto his shirt. At this point he could’ve just done without it, which was why he’d opted for taking the whole thing off and keeping his white sweats on instead. The dress code wasn’t exactly up his alley in the first place, though everyone else seemed to be vibing with it exceptionally. His eyes fell on another one of the more adequately dressed, raising a brow. “Not bad.” He gave a nod of approval with curious eyes. @amethystdonahue​

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One giant game of fugitive was enough to make the entire trip worth it, seeing as there was only so much partying one could take before everything seemed to melt together into a fit of boredom. He’d managed to keep from getting caught, though now he’d been fit with a hiding partner as he gave her a nod. “Well, either we stay here for a bit or we make a break for it and let loose on these fuckers––what shall it be?” @hcpcrs​

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“Look, I mean.” A groan passes through his lips, and not the groan of any normal pleasure––which is disheartening. “There hasn’t been a single spider-man upside down kiss and i’m not sure if it’s because they’re not tryin’ to repeat it or what but I feel like that little myth is a lie. Actually that’s not even a myth just some story someone told to get laid.” He shrugged, shoulders going limp at his sides as eyes surveyed through the cottage party with curiosity. @scige​

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RT @elipax: i just want to meet someone that stays in the room when i fart

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Clearly all of his taco bell had led to some type of craving for it, and of course being in a generous mood he’d brought some along confident that the other would come to enjoy it too. He gave a few hard knocks at their door with his elbow, bag of food in his right hand and the baja blasts in his life. “Yo! If this crunchwrap gets cold––goddamnit there’ll be hell to pay!” @palmercalv​

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carmeniish‌:

carmen bit back a laugh, watching matteo struggle to find the words for his amazement at the idea of choosing one over the other, “look, i love taco bell as much as the next person, but you can’t deny those loaded fries del taco has. it’s not all bad, you know?”

“They could make you shit gold and I’d still call Del Taco trash. You’re either one or the other that’s how life works––I’m not here for no Del Taco stans you know what I mean?” Matteo can’t help but give her an eye of judgment before he’s grinning once more. “So then, what’s it gonna be huh?”

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duckyfm‌:

“I don’t know what Del Taco is. I’m - I’m like, ninety percent sure that it doesn’t even fucking … exist. It’s just a fucking, uh - comedy ploy, or some shit. Made up location for an SNL skit, or some shit, probably.” There hadn’t been a Del Taco in New York, as far as Ducky knew - and outside of Connecticut, that’d been the only state he lived in. “But - uh. Love the passion.”

“That’s fine you don’t need to know about them, they’re always on their same bullshit but Taco Bell? Taco Bell never disappoints––and if they do then you’re goin’ to the wrong one. Gotta be a regular enough to get the hook-ups and all the fresh shit––you know?” He’s nodding like he just unleashed the world’s secrets, his eyes meeting his for a brief moment before breaking out into a grin. “Why thank you.”

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mira-lockwell‌:

“But have you never heard that Taco Bell’s meat is out of a tube? I get that it’s fast food but isn’t that a bit much?” Mira knew that it was probably a rumor she heard when she was younger but for some reason it always stuck with her. “Although I would kill for a Cheesy Gordita Crunch.” She admitted, that always being her go-to drunk food. 

“Out of a tube, you gotta be shittin’ me--it’s the king of the fast food empire. So none of that matters.” He waved her off, though his lips curled into a grin. “Okay but have you had the crunchwrap supreme? Have you lived? C’mon kiddo these are the hard hitting questions here.” 

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natecosta‌:

lifting his hands to show a symbol of surrender he couldn’t help the laugh breaking over his lips and the seriousness melting into the words defending the fast-food joints honor.” listen, i’m in agreeance- they win for baja blast alone. you ain’t gotta preach to me my man- we see each other.” 

“That’s what I’m sayin’ though--baja fuckin’ blast.” Matteo’s grin was immaculate as he finished preaching about Taco Bell, though it definitely brought up a sudden craving for it. “So, then let’s go there cause i’m hungry now--you’re payin’ right?”

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“Look, all i’m sayin’ is that Taco Bell just kicks Del Taco outta the fuckin’ water. How are you even gonna compare the two? Y’know?” He’s scratching the stubble at his chin for a moment, glancing around the room before dropping his hand and looking at the other. “I’m at a loss for words here.” @radopens​