Not Edgy, Not Emo, Just Craig.

Batman Returns (1992)

Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

Performance of that era

Harold Perrinneau is the only person to ever play Mercutio like, truly, its amazing

Look at Harold perrineau, inventing Shakespearean acting. Amazing.

A small smile spread across Clyde’s lips as he heard the words that Craig said. He completely turned around to face him, hazel eyes glimmering a little. “Alright. I’m cool with that,” he said, locking eyes with the noirette for a moment before he shifted his gaze down to look at their feet. “But if you make me watch Star Wars with you again I’ll strangle you.” It was meant to be a joke, but it came out much more bitter than he intended it to be.

His face got a little red and he looked back up at Craig, “I-I mean, not actually strangle you… unless you’re, like, into that kind of stuff, but, uh–” he awkwardly cleared his throat, “So… what’re we watching?” He quickly changed the subject, giving the other a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck. He hated how awkwardly stupid (stupidly awkward?) he was sometimes, especially when he was around Craig. He mentally hit himself for feeling this way, trying to remind him that the noirette did not share the same feelings and that he should get over it already. Sadly, that just wouldn’t happen.

Craig snorted as Clyde fumbled over his own words and what he was trying to say. He rolled his eyes and got back in to his bed after grabbing the remote for his television off his nightstand. He tucked his legs under the blankets and patted the spot next to him for Clyde to join him back on the bed. “I won’t make you watch Star Wars dude.” He said with a laugh.

“As for the choking thing, I don’t think we’re ready for that step in—well not our relationship, but like this thing we have going...” he said his own awkwardness making itself known now. He decided it best to stop talking and just flip through what to watch. “What are you in the mood for?” He asked casually.

*looks at own dick* amazing

Makin a mess with dinner!!

Her name is mochi and she hates people.

It was New Year’s Eve. It was unsurprisingly like every other New Year’s Eve he’d experienced in his eighteen years of life. Boring. Which, he wasn’t complaining, but he did wish he had something to do. He shoved his hands deep in to the pockets of his coat as he walked down the busy sidewalks of South Park. Pretty much everyone was out partying and shit faced, here he was sober and…well, not shit faced. He sighed as he made his way to Token’s house. It was blaring with music and kids he’d never seen before and some he had. He had known his friend was having a party, his parents were out of town and it was to be expected so, why not show up? What could it hurt honestly? Not only that, but it was definitely a one up from being at home drinking sparkling grape juice with his sister.

As he approached the door he waved stiffly at Token who looked surprised to see him. “Hey…dude.” Craig said stiffly. Token grinned and ushered him inside. “Don’t “Hey dude” me as if we aren’t best friends! Get in here and help yourself to some drinks!” He said cheerfully gesturing to a table nearby and pushing Craig on in to the crowd before getting distracted by someone calling him away. Craig shuffled in and made his way to the drink table grabbing a red solo cup and starting to mix himself up some sort of cocktail.

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Craig consequently stiffened when he felt the bump to his shoulder, the cup in his hand crunching slightly as he gripped it. The contents of the solo cup sloshing dangerously before settling again. He looked over and blinked before realizing it was Kenny who had nudged him. He took a quick swig from his glass and gave the blond a small nod.

Lowering the plastic cup from his lips he made a slight noise, one akin to the sound most people make after the first sip of a cold soda; before opening his mouth to speak. “Ah, yeah. You too. Here’s to hoping it’s less shitty then the past three.” He said with a slight chortle. “Although I feel like once you hit a certain age, you say that every new year as some sick Adult ritual you don’t remember agreeing to be a part of. It’s just kind of programmed in to you to say every year is shit after age like thirteen.” He commented.

He tipped his cup and rolled his eyes. He was rambling, kind of awkwardly actually about facts or thoughts he had collected that he deemed to be facts. “Anyway, what are you doing here I don’t see you around much any more—heard you dropped out to work.” He said before raising his glass to take a drink entertaining the idea that a subject like that may be sensitive or inappropriate.

“C-Craig, please, I– I didn’t mean– I can better m-myself, I-I can change! P-Please, just– just give me another chance…” Clyde said, tears already spilling from his eyes and staining his cheeks. “Craig, I– Craig I l-love you, please, just– just one more chance… I can– I can fix this…”

Craig watched coldly as Clyde began to cry. He furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms before looking away with a sigh. “Why should I?” He asked stubbornly. He didn’t quite believe Clyde was being sincere. The brunette had obtained the knack for crying when things got tough, but he wasn’t deterred by his act. “Quit crying. Pull yourself together and explain yourself.” He said flatly.