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did u read it?!
the darth jar jar binks theory????
i sent you the pdf
the darth jar jar binks theory????
i sent you the pdf
Let it go, man.
Jar Jar was a horrible mistake.
We can make theories to excuse George Lucas of his suck.
Jar Jar was a horrible mistake.
We can make theories to excuse George Lucas of his suck.
it makes sense though!!!
did u watch the video with the drunken monk kicking ass?!?
did u watch the video with the drunken monk kicking ass?!?
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I don't buy it.
I need proof he came up with the idea.
We're fitting an idea to Jar Jar that never was there!
I need proof he came up with the idea.
We're fitting an idea to Jar Jar that never was there!
it will be there in the next movies
trust and believe, my friend
feel the force
trust and believe, my friend
feel the force
My mom is going home to visit family for two weeks, she said you can sleep over any time.
Star Wars marathon time?
It has to happen soon. We are almost out of this year without marathoning!!
Star Wars marathon time?
It has to happen soon. We are almost out of this year without marathoning!!
whoa, you are right!
I gotta check with my folks but if they got the kiddies covered, I'm sure I can sleep over... at least on the weekend
r u still in school?
I gotta check with my folks but if they got the kiddies covered, I'm sure I can sleep over... at least on the weekend
r u still in school?
Maybe they can come over too some time. We could give your parents a break.
We just have to hide all the valuables. The divorce isn't final and they're still fighting over the shiny things. It'll be awkward if a kid breaks them.
Oh yeah, in the library. You?
We just have to hide all the valuables. The divorce isn't final and they're still fighting over the shiny things. It'll be awkward if a kid breaks them.
Oh yeah, in the library. You?
theyd love coming over, so many boats on stuff
first time I visited, I thought I was on a boat
I'm cleaning up in the locker room, beiste saw me linger by the mirror so im being punished...
i was counting muscles! i think i made a new one
first time I visited, I thought I was on a boat
I'm cleaning up in the locker room, beiste saw me linger by the mirror so im being punished...
i was counting muscles! i think i made a new one
Yeah, that was the one thing my parents both loved - sailing. We do have a lot of boats. Too many boats.
Where is that muscle?
Do I wanna know....?
Where is that muscle?
Do I wanna know....?
i feel like id get seasick, u know? like its my kryptonite
its on my back so its hard to see! i felt it move tho
do u wanna meet up soon?
its on my back so its hard to see! i felt it move tho
do u wanna meet up soon?
You do hate having an upset tummy.
I can check your back but I'm sure it exists, they know the human body pretty well by now.
Sure! I'm basically done. Where do you wanna meet?
I can check your back but I'm sure it exists, they know the human body pretty well by now.
Sure! I'm basically done. Where do you wanna meet?
just feel my back so we are sure
you could come down here or we just meet by the football field
in 15 minutes?
you could come down here or we just meet by the football field
in 15 minutes?
Let's meet by the football field.
I'm trying to limit my jock interactions this year.
You know, try to avoid my head in a toilet.
I'm trying to limit my jock interactions this year.
You know, try to avoid my head in a toilet.
roger that
u r a one jock man
c u sooooooooooooon!
u r a one jock man
c u sooooooooooooon!
Some of the football players were still sitting on the bleachers, discussing tactics or girls or who was allowed to date what cheerleader, which kind of combined tactics and girls. One had to be careful with that stuff, Cheerios could mess a man up somewhat fierce.
Karofsky wasn't hugely interested in the conversation, but he laughed as needed and made a few jokes about girls being slutty, discussed the size of Santana's boobs. The usual. Still, his attention drifted and he saw some guy on the edge of the football field. Blaine, if he remembered right. That nerd with the bowties.
He nudged his friends with a grin and then got up, walking down the stairs and over to the little guy. "What are you doing here? Cheerio practise is already over, you queer."
Karofsky wasn't hugely interested in the conversation, but he laughed as needed and made a few jokes about girls being slutty, discussed the size of Santana's boobs. The usual. Still, his attention drifted and he saw some guy on the edge of the football field. Blaine, if he remembered right. That nerd with the bowties.
He nudged his friends with a grin and then got up, walking down the stairs and over to the little guy. "What are you doing here? Cheerio practise is already over, you queer."
Oh shit, he really didn't want to provoke any jocks but apparently, that wasn't easy to avoid. A bad combination of being himself and being friends with Sam - the only nice jock in this whole damn school. He looked sheepishly at Karofsky. He was a giant, giant man. He barely looked like a teenager any more.
"Hey, no, I'm just waiting for my friend. Sam." He dropped Sam's name in the hopes that would put anyone off trying anything. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Depending on if they knew and liked Sam.
He handle onto the strap of his satchel anxiously. "It's a nice... pitch. Very green." Why was he making small talk with this terrifying guy?
"Hey, no, I'm just waiting for my friend. Sam." He dropped Sam's name in the hopes that would put anyone off trying anything. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Depending on if they knew and liked Sam.
He handle onto the strap of his satchel anxiously. "It's a nice... pitch. Very green." Why was he making small talk with this terrifying guy?
"No shit, nerd. It's grass." What other colour was it supposed to be? "You think I'm dumb, loser? Hey! This kid thinks I'm an idiot!" Karofsky called out to his friends, who looked over, some laughing, some clearly confused what was even happening.
"Got any other wisdom to teach me?" Karofsky asked, taking a threatening step closer to Blaine.
"Didn't know you were looking for a tutor, Karofsky," Kurt said, having walked over from where he'd been standing under the bleachers, not smoking. Cigarettes made his throat itch. He just held one, at least he got the smell that way. He was dressed in black, as always these days, pink streaks in his hair and a bored expression he was using as a mask.
Karofsky turned around the moment he heard Kurt's voice, his eyes narrowing. "You talking to me, Hummel?"
Kurt leaned to the side a little, to look past that bear of a guy at Blaine. "Look at that, your tutoring is already helping. He's getting smarter by the minute."
"Got any other wisdom to teach me?" Karofsky asked, taking a threatening step closer to Blaine.
"Didn't know you were looking for a tutor, Karofsky," Kurt said, having walked over from where he'd been standing under the bleachers, not smoking. Cigarettes made his throat itch. He just held one, at least he got the smell that way. He was dressed in black, as always these days, pink streaks in his hair and a bored expression he was using as a mask.
Karofsky turned around the moment he heard Kurt's voice, his eyes narrowing. "You talking to me, Hummel?"
Kurt leaned to the side a little, to look past that bear of a guy at Blaine. "Look at that, your tutoring is already helping. He's getting smarter by the minute."
"No, no, no! I don't think you're an idiot. I'm starting to think I am." Why did he say that about the grass? He hadn't meant to imply anyone was dumb. Why was this guy gunning for him so hard? He didn't think he had done anything. He kept his head down, he tried to avoid being too gay or too out there - he had learned his lesson from middle school and he was being covert. Operation secret homo was a-go.
So why was this guy so angry at him?
He took a step back, holding his bag tighter when another dodgy looking person jumped into the fray. Oh God, it was a skank and a jock? This was potentially the worst of all cases. "I'm not tutoring! I just -- sometimes grass dries out and it's yellow, I was commen-- nevermind. I don't want any trouble."
With any of them. He held up his hands defensively. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're not dumb." Probably was. Most jocks were.
So why was this guy so angry at him?
He took a step back, holding his bag tighter when another dodgy looking person jumped into the fray. Oh God, it was a skank and a jock? This was potentially the worst of all cases. "I'm not tutoring! I just -- sometimes grass dries out and it's yellow, I was commen-- nevermind. I don't want any trouble."
With any of them. He held up his hands defensively. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're not dumb." Probably was. Most jocks were.
"Do you want me to tutor you, Karofsky? Because I know you are dumb." Kurt walked closer, because his real goal was to put himself between Karofsky and that kid he barely knew. Just because he had heard the slur before. "I'd have so much to teach you."
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy faggot?" Yelling in anger now, Karofsky stepped up to Kurt and pushed him. Kurt managed to withstand, although it was clearly an effort. He was nowhere near as strong as Karofsky.
"Probably that. You know me, almost too gay to function." Kurt assumed that the Mean Girls reference would be lost on this audience. "Why are you going after nerds now? What's that about? Always finding another boy."
"I'LL END YOU!" Karofsky threw himself at him and Kurt did get a punch to the gut, but he also managed to move back right after, opening up his jacket. The shirt he wore under it was black and said 'GAY' on it, and, more importantly, he was flashing a knife, turning his back to the bleachers so only Karofsky could see it. And Blaine, he supposed, but he wasn't considering that.
He was panting, out of breath from that punch, but his eyes were brimming with anger that was closer to tears than he would have wanted to admit. Yet his voice was steady. "Try it, you neanderthal. Just try it."
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy faggot?" Yelling in anger now, Karofsky stepped up to Kurt and pushed him. Kurt managed to withstand, although it was clearly an effort. He was nowhere near as strong as Karofsky.
"Probably that. You know me, almost too gay to function." Kurt assumed that the Mean Girls reference would be lost on this audience. "Why are you going after nerds now? What's that about? Always finding another boy."
"I'LL END YOU!" Karofsky threw himself at him and Kurt did get a punch to the gut, but he also managed to move back right after, opening up his jacket. The shirt he wore under it was black and said 'GAY' on it, and, more importantly, he was flashing a knife, turning his back to the bleachers so only Karofsky could see it. And Blaine, he supposed, but he wasn't considering that.
He was panting, out of breath from that punch, but his eyes were brimming with anger that was closer to tears than he would have wanted to admit. Yet his voice was steady. "Try it, you neanderthal. Just try it."
Well, that escalated. Why did he feel like he was in the middle of something much, much bigger than him? There was a knife and a furious gorilla and all he wanted to do was meet up with Sam to disagree over a Jar Jar Binks fan theory!
"Oh shit, maybe don't try anything -- let's calm down, hey. No need to fight." They were going to fight, weren't they? They were going to fight and he had to try or someone might get knifed and then what? "Th-The coach is over there."
Blaine was lying, he was gesturing at a vague thing in the distance that he assumed was another student but he was hoping a reminder of staff might de-escalate. "Look, I'm sorry I called the grass green and we can all just walk away from this and not talk about weapons or punching..."
"Oh shit, maybe don't try anything -- let's calm down, hey. No need to fight." They were going to fight, weren't they? They were going to fight and he had to try or someone might get knifed and then what? "Th-The coach is over there."
Blaine was lying, he was gesturing at a vague thing in the distance that he assumed was another student but he was hoping a reminder of staff might de-escalate. "Look, I'm sorry I called the grass green and we can all just walk away from this and not talk about weapons or punching..."
The mention of the coach actually got Karofsky to turn around. Fear of Beiste went deep. Kurt rolled his eyes, as he wasn't in a Looney Tunes cartoon and would therefore not turn to look at whatever someone pointed at. He did, however, look at the nerd. Look at Blaine, he knew his name. Blaine, who was kind of precious, rambling like this. He liked the bowtie. It looked quite chic.
Kurt lifted a hand and waved it, gesturing to Blaine to go away. And quickly.
"This isn't over, Hummel. Fucking homo," Karofsky spat out, still not sure whether Beiste was approaching or not.
With a sigh, Kurt shrugged. "Oh, goodie. Get a hobby, buttface."
Karofsky huffed and walked past Kurt, hitting him hard with his shoulder. Kurt managed to hide how much that hurt, simply pressing his lips together. Then, since Blaine was still standing there, he hissed at him. "You missed your cue to get away. Don't do that again."
Kurt lifted a hand and waved it, gesturing to Blaine to go away. And quickly.
"This isn't over, Hummel. Fucking homo," Karofsky spat out, still not sure whether Beiste was approaching or not.
With a sigh, Kurt shrugged. "Oh, goodie. Get a hobby, buttface."
Karofsky huffed and walked past Kurt, hitting him hard with his shoulder. Kurt managed to hide how much that hurt, simply pressing his lips together. Then, since Blaine was still standing there, he hissed at him. "You missed your cue to get away. Don't do that again."
He did miss his cue to leave, he knew that, he just couldn't seem to bring himself to leave yet. He didn't know why. He felt like he was supposed to say thank you but also, he wasn't sure if that was protecting him or just provoking a guy he didn't like. And while his brain tried to work that out, suddenly the skank was hissing at him.
"Sorry! I was just ... thank you." Screw it, he may as well say thank you. What was the worst that could happen? He bit his lower lip as he looked Kurt over. Maybe he shouldn't stare. Kurt had nice thighs. Oh God.
What was he doing? He snapped upright and looked at Kurt. "Uh, you probably shouldn't have that thing in school. And you probably know that. Sorry, I'm -- I won't tell!"
"Sorry! I was just ... thank you." Screw it, he may as well say thank you. What was the worst that could happen? He bit his lower lip as he looked Kurt over. Maybe he shouldn't stare. Kurt had nice thighs. Oh God.
What was he doing? He snapped upright and looked at Kurt. "Uh, you probably shouldn't have that thing in school. And you probably know that. Sorry, I'm -- I won't tell!"
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Kurt turned to look at him, gradually raising an eyebrow. He really did seem incapable of stopping himself from talking. It was cute, somehow, rather than annoying. He stepped closer to him, some of the adrenaline waning now that Karofsky was joining his pack again. "Good. Then I won't have to cut you."
He said it seriously, as that made the tease funnier. Somehow he ended up with a slight smile at the end anyway. He had never been this close to Blaine before, as far as he could recall. That was a lot of gel. What was he hiding with that helmet? Curls, that was his guess. He'd be even more handsome with those.
Yeah, no. That was a bad place for his mind to go down on.
Yet here he was, in his 'GAY' shirt, looking at a pretty boy and his mind was simply going places.
He said it seriously, as that made the tease funnier. Somehow he ended up with a slight smile at the end anyway. He had never been this close to Blaine before, as far as he could recall. That was a lot of gel. What was he hiding with that helmet? Curls, that was his guess. He'd be even more handsome with those.
Yeah, no. That was a bad place for his mind to go down on.
Yet here he was, in his 'GAY' shirt, looking at a pretty boy and his mind was simply going places.
"Oh. God." He hoped that was a joke but he wasn't entirely sure. He laughed nervous and double checked that Karofsky was definitely gone. He wanted to content with one scary guy at a time. "Yeah, I would like to not get cut so your secret is safe with me. I'll pretend you're a mild-mannered student but in the dark side of the bleachers, you become Stabby Man, the wielder of knives." What was he saying? He blushed deeply and then looked away from Kurt, hoping he wasn't about to get stabbed.
"Sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous and I am very, very nervous. I really am just waiting for a friend and my friend just happens to be a jock. Usually I avoid all sports. Playing sports, not watching." Why was he still talking?
He closed his mouth shut and his eyes fell on that shiny GAY shirt. Huh. Well. At least it was very clear. "Nice shirt..."
"Sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous and I am very, very nervous. I really am just waiting for a friend and my friend just happens to be a jock. Usually I avoid all sports. Playing sports, not watching." Why was he still talking?
He closed his mouth shut and his eyes fell on that shiny GAY shirt. Huh. Well. At least it was very clear. "Nice shirt..."
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