#baby steps theyll get there

[moft-man]

"And Stanley Was Happy."

needed to get back into drawing, so here's the boys getting better

(I needed something sweet and nice)

aaaaaaand with that, I'm hopefully (HOPEFULLY) back from hiatus!! I'm back in my routine with school and work and am gonna try to work in some time to post!! thank u guys!!<333

[featherymainffins]

Ough I fucking hate holidays because it is my duty as a child to visit my parents and just take whatever the fuck happens to me.

[chaosisalwayscrying]

HEELS

⇥ synopsis : you and matt go on a nice date, but after your feet start to hurt

⇥ warnings : none! pure fluff

⇥ extra : lim not the biggest fan of this, i think i did too much plot building but i hope you guys like it !! please send in requests also, theyll be worked on after my scheduled fics come out! 🫶🏻

⇥ masterlist !

⇥ taglist !

   it was just past three pm when matt sauntered into the living room and told you to get ready for a date. at first you were skeptical, normally matt was spontaneous and just took you out in every day clothes, so telling you to get ready was new.

   "get ready?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him from your spot on the couch.

   "yeah, we're going to a fancy dinner, i wanted to surprise you with it." he said, starting to mess with the rings on his fingers, an obvious anxiety tell.

   "how fancy? like slightly more put together fancy or nice dress and heels fancy?" you ask, already beginning to mull over what outfit you'll wear.

   "nice dress and heels fancy, the reservation is at seven so you have plenty of time to get ready” he said, a bright smile now on his face.

you stood from the couch, immediately going to matt and pressing a kiss on his lips. “thanks for this matty, im gonna go shower. i love you” you said, pressing another kiss to his cheek as you practically ran to the bathroom.

matt stood there, a deep blush on face. he never really got embarrassed, but your excitement and words towards him made him want to giggle like a little girl.

—————

matt was banned from his and your shared room while you got ready, since you wanted to surprise him. you even went as far as to make chris come get matts clothes you picked out and lock him in chris’ room.

after you buckled the straps on your heels, you stood and went out of matts room to the floor length mirror in the living room, scanning over your outfit and hair to make sure everything was perfect before letting chris know to bring matt up.

you turned once you heard a door open and quick footsteps coming up the stairs. as matt turned the corner, his eyes immediately locked on you. you made your way over to him, his awestruck expression making you smile.

“hi” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and his hands immediately landing on your waist. “hi” he said back, eyes trailing over your face and outfit, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

you placed a kiss on his lips before stepping back and doing a small spin, letting matt take in your whole outfit. a silk dress that hugged your waist and hips just right but the skirt flowed just a little, and nice stiletto heels.

“you look beautiful, baby” matt mumbled, still staring at you wide-eyed. “are you sure those heels will be comfortable?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing. he knew you hated wearing high heels because they hurt your feet, and he didnt want you to be in pain just because of his date idea.

“thank you, and yes im sure, i’ll be fine for just dinner” you reassured, stepping forward again to place another kiss on his lips. “now come on, we have a date to go on” you smiled, grabbing his hand to lead back down the stairs to chris’ room to go to the garage.

—————

in your opinion, the date was beyond amazing, but you hadn’t expected to be walking around a little park after. now that you’d been walking for so long, your feet were beginning to ache, making it hard to keep pace with matt.

“ow.. fuck” you mumbled, wincing as you stepped forward, trying to catch up to matt. matt, ever the attentive boyfriend, heard you and immediately stopped and turned around to you. he caught the wince on your face before you could hide it, causing his concern to grow.

“whats wrong? are you hurt?” he asked, taking a step to where you were standing and ushering you towards a bench a couple feet away. you immediately sat down and took off your heels, sighing in relief as the ache faded slightly. matt also began taking off his shoes, refusing to let you walk around in heels that hurt you or barefoot.

you werent paying matt any attention until he slipped his shoes on your feet, tightening the laces so they didn’t slide too much.

“matt-” you began, getting cut off before you could even finish saying his name.

“no, it’s ok. i dont want you to walk around in heels that hurt you, or barefoot, you could step on something sharp.” he said, finishing tying the laces and pressing a kiss to your parted lips.

“now c’mon, we can go back to the car” he said, taking your heels from your hands and helping you stand.

your smile stayed on the rest of the night, even as matt helped you into the car, even as he carried you upstairs after you (dramatically) claimed you were too tired to walk, even as he helped you out of your dress and into comfy clothes, even as he took off your makeup and jewelry, and especially as he held you as you drifted off to sleep.

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about select mutism Wade and how fucking freaked out Logan gets about it. Like Wade got home 30 minutes ago and hasn't said a damn word to him. He's walking around all quiet and almost shy?? Avoiding eye contact but staring directly at them when in the same room. As if watching to see if theyll get up and hurt him or some crazy thing like that.

It gets to the point that when he goes to his room, (attempts) to lock the door (hes literally the one who broke it) and just curls up in the corner of the bed with the entire blanket over top of him.

Logan just kinda peeks in all confused, assumes that he's in pain, and asks to see if he can help at all. "Hey... do you want your pills? Or.. a bath? Are you hungry? Want a puke bowl? Or a hot water bottle?" As he goes through the list in his head of what to offer, Wade is silent the entire time.

".....Wade?"

"...."

"Are you asleep already?"

Under the blanket, he can tell that he's shaking his head no.

"... are you alright?"

"...."

"Did something happen?"

"...."

"...Do you want a hug?"

Another shake of the head.

This is what makes Logan worried. The fact that he didn't want held, a bath, or anything. It concerns him to the point he calls Vanessa (for like the billionth time)

If anything, the phone call makes him feel worse as Vanessa tells him how Wade was first like this after the experiments. How he didn't say anyrhing to her for months and if he was doing that again, he should go interogate who ever he was with to find out what triggered such a big step back in his progress.

"Its so fucking weird he just..."

"Stares at you? Yeah. It creeped me out."

"So now what do I do? With him, I mean? He just shakes his head. He dosn't even want me to touch him."

"Oooh... wait... you haven't looked at the calander, have you?"

"That matters?"

"Logan.. It's scout week."

"What?"

"During this time of year the scouts camp out at central park. It's just something they do.. he probably saw them and thought..."

"Oh.."

"Yeaah... Look, im really busy with work, too. So you're on your own. Just try to keep away. Bring him food. Make sure he's drinking something good for him. Once inawhile ask if he wants to do something. He might try to sleep in a closet. Let him. Trying to force him into a bed will be worse but maybe if you put his stuffies on the couch he'll choose there instead." She mutters, someone calling for her in the background, a manager of some type.

"Okay. Got it."

"Oh and logan?"

"What?"

"You got this."

"Heh. Right... wish someone told you that?"

"No duh. Bye."

And so he does, bringing wade a cup of water and a sandwich. It breaks his heart to see him flinch away and burry himself in the corner like this, watching his every step with such wide eyes.

"Hey.. i uh.. I brought you this." He outs the food down and Wade stares at him.

".. do.. do you wanna come watch a cowboy movie with me..?"

He shakes his head, starting to smell even more anxious with how long Logan lingered around the room. His head lowers, his hand staying by the special pillow. The one that had his baby knife under. Seeing him like this made him feel terrible. As of he himself caused it though he knew it wasn't true.

"Right.. uhm. Well... if you want too.. ill be out here. And.. Ill save you a seat. Okay?"

The tinyist nod.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the baby doll in her crib, stepping closer to it only to be able to practically hear his heartbeat quicken.

Stopping, he turns. "Hey, Wade? Do you think... I can take Emily? You know.. erm.. daddy daughter time? Right?" He had said it wrong on purpose, hoping Wade would correct him.

"...."

He only looked as if he really wanted to say something, but didn't dare. He shook his head, getting up and quickly coming to 'rescue' the child, sprinting over to snatch her from the cradle only to flinch away, wide eyed and scared.

Logans chest snaps into a thousand pieces. He didn't know what wade was thinking but he had a goos feeling... did.. he really think he would do that to Evelyn? How badly did he think of him to do such a thing?

"Oh...... alright.. erm. W-well bye then." He said, holding back tears as he left, trying to remember that he couldn't be upset with wade for protecting her. He did the right thing afterall.. he just wish he wouldn't protect her from him.

[ants-personal]

thinking about bensons dead beat dad who left around when he was 6 he doesnt remember much about him but he does remember being referred to as a fuck up already and how hed barely see him even though his mother was the one with a job.

How maybe once his dad took him hunting cause thats what men do with their sons and it hadnt been so bad until it came time to shoot the fawn his father whiaperung harshly for him to take the shot before it scampers off to his mother and he ended up crying with shaking hands unable to pull the trigger its mama would be sad he cried thats her i dont want it to die the fawn running off snd his father calling him pathetic and the rest of trip being spent in silence his father barely looking at him and when he did all he saw was disgust and anger.

How after his father left his mother was devastated and angry going from sobbing holding him rocking on the couch about how theyll be okay and to have him promise never to leave her hes a good boy and loves his mama course he wouldnt do that. To her drinking and getting angry just like that man did she only blamed him once regret on her face after but he remembers and never truly believed her when she apologized perfously. How much time he spent alone cause she still needed to work and they had no family close enough to watch him.

How he was forced to be more mature for his age at taking himself to and from school after second grade he doesnt play with the other kids he spends alot of his time alone reading or writing what he guesses were a kids verison of poems or songs. His teacher calling him a little elton john hes can see him being a big star when hes older. He would like the days they played sports it was the one time he acted like a kid running and laughing as his team would win.

He doesnt ask for many things knows because shes showed and explained that they dont have alot of money for the things she wishes she could give him but thanks to he who wont be named this is what they got he tries to make her feel better its okay mama he doesnt want those things anyways toys and games hes happy with a ball and paper and he doesnt really even wanna go to a stupid stinky zoo with his class. So praises him for being so smart and kind her sweet baby boy as they watch the old tv and a leftovers she took from the diner.

So its a surprise when she comes hom one night and sits him down to tell him she was able to get some distant relative to help her raise the funds to let him go to the field trip to the zoo and he cant help but squeal and jump around before hugging her thanking over and over hes never been so excited about anything he knows what animals will be there theyve been learning about them in class even when he wasnt going he still enjoyed at least learning. But now hes going he can barely concentrate when his mom explains that she wont be able to chaperone like all the other parents she still has to work but when dropping the money off at the school and explained this to his teacher. She was promised that his teacher would be keeping a close eye on him so hes to stay with him at all times and listen like she knows he will. Nodding furiously repeating promises a new bounce in his step he helps with the chores its the day before the best day ever and he has a hard time falling asleep but eventually does with a smile

[irlcats-bracket]

BRACKET 2 FINALS 2: THE THIRD PLACE BATTLE

CASPER versus MR CRINKLES

CASPER

The definition of "The lights are on but nobody's home" this is in fact an extremely pretty boy and likely a subcategory of himbo. He is so friendly and yet so intimidating to strangers. A big ol baby. Bastard son of a Maine Coon, a Siamese, and a Mountain Lion. Thinks of nothing but snacks and snuggles.

PROPAGANDA

Behold! My son! Much like his father, a grumpy old man since birth despite not looking a day over 10 (What do u mean he's almost 12?!)

Big old baby who much enjoys snuggles, snacks, and escaping out onto the front patio to sit frozen on the steps until someone realizes he escaped and saves him from the big scary outside

He has also learned v well that if he tucks himself under an arm he gets to watch his dad knit/crochet

. . . . ngl I didn't expect to get this far so

more photos for the wonderful folks who voted for my dear boy

he's had a tendency to make that particular face since dental work means he had to get his top fangs removed and I find it hysterical

One last bit of propaganda just to sweeten the pot

MR CRINKLES

He is very large by genetics but also hes fat. Hes got black fur but in certain lights its brown. Hes got yellow eyes that are very large (like him). He loves cuddling and bullying submitter's other cat (sometimes and she bullies him back so its even) Hes scared of people who he doesn't know well and somehow fits himself into the tiniest of spaces. He just goes limp when submitter picks him up. He likes to play but he does it with as little effort as possible. He likes to sit by the window and make noises at the birds.

PROPAGANDA

We got him from an animal shelter, and he used to be a scrawny little thing. He loved food and would go as far as to Dive Under the legs of our other cat to get to the bowl. He used to chase birds into the house when he was younger, but as he's gotten older, he makes fewer attempts at hunting. Now he just lays around and watches the birds from the window. Hes very cuddly. He'll storm into my room (often in the middle of the night) demanding to be cuddled and pet. Hes a big cat and very fluffy. He goes limp if you pick him up and often "melts" off of furniture :3

Hiii more pawpaganda for my boy Mr. Crinkles

Today we will be highlighting his silly little relationship with his "sister" Frankie :3

We got Frankie after we got Crinkles. She was old and would hiss at him whenever he passed her, for apparently no reason. Later though, we found that he would hide behind things, and Jump Out At Her just to scare her. They fought a lot at the beginning but now they're on more stable grounds. Sometimes youll catch them sleeping on the couch together (though i dont think they want us to know they like each other)

Theyll still chase eachother around the house and frankie still hisses at his for no reason sometimes. But I think its more of a sibling thing then a real dislike :3

- Crinkles has many nicknames !! Such as, chub chub, crinky butt, stinker, meow meow, crinkle maninkle (we love making up words), handsome and so many more its stupid

-If you meow at him, he will meow back! If you meow at him enough, he will run up to you and body slam your legs

-He doesnt mind getting his nails trimmed. He will lay on his back with his head dangling over your legs and you can cut away

-He can be a bit of a stinker sometimes, sometimes biting us for no reason (softly but still, ouch!) But, if you tell him not to, or my personal favorite, "thats not nice. we dont do that", he will simply glare at you and sulk away

-If our dog walks up to him, he will groom her. Its very cute

-We have bird feeders in our windows, when he sees the birds, hell sit by the window and make little clicking noises

-Hes also just very cute and a little dumb and so you should vote for him :3

Lots more photos of him:

[roleplayhonestybox]

theres a ship in my main fandom thats really popular for some reason that i just dont understand. not for a lack of trying, i can see the main appeal, but i dont know how this many people are in love with it. ive been trying to rp the ship, but it feels like every person whos into it seriously doesnt understand the characters, and would rather play the "fandomized" verions of them.

they make one of the characters a total himbo, when, logistically, he can not be stupid. he has to be pretty damn smart to accomplish the amount of things hes accomplished.

the other character, it feels like borderline racism the way people portray him. im not from his culture and im white, but it definitely feels insensitive and babying towards a race where babying is one of the main sources of microaggressions (this isnt to say hes completely inoffensive in the main source. i wouldnt say hes not a stereotype in canon, he very much is, the fandom just takes it a step further). they make him completely naive to anything american at all, when i know that literally cant be the case. theyll make him aggressively hate US american culture while secretly loving it in private, and it feels really gross the whole time.

it feels like im the only guy who understands these characters. maybe im just biased because i never liked the ship to begin with, despite trying really hard to enjoy it like everyone else. i also know im taking this too seriously, but man. it sucks either way.

this isnt a rant on one specific person or anything, ive been experiencing these issues with this part of the fandom for months now, but i worry that if i voice it publicly, people will get upset.

i guess my parting words are always do research into the cultures and characters you write. please, especially the cultures. it feels so frustrating to know just how wrong someone is writing a characters cultural background.

.

[pwblogarchive]

February 2006

February 1, 2006

paris in a flash. breath in the air. love is the kind of magic you save for when you are cornered. its your backup. sing a scandal. papparazi on songs. tu es belle.

2/1/06 Q&A

question

are you aware that people are saying that theyll go to many of your shows on the black clouds and underdogs tour that they really arent going to go to? i noticed on the my local bands thing that people from arizona said that theyre going to the columbia show. does this mean theyre getting more points than everyone else? is this fair? what about all the honest kids out there that just want to see you guys and have fun? thanks! love you pete!

answer

we’re weeding out the cheaters. dont worry. keeping it honest will pay off in the end.

question

hey pete, at the aol sessions thing, why was andy in a whole different room? k well shelby

answer

he smells terrible. no. well haha- in order to record live drums and have it sound okay its better to isolate each instrument- especially with cymbals.

question

Yo Pete. I got my bamboozle tickets and I was wondering…are you guys gonna play like 4 songs, or a full set?

answer

we are most definitely going to play a full set.

question

have u ever taken a naked picture with nothing but a box of frosted flakes covering ur pieces and spaces? my myspace friend tony has… get it cuz tony the tiger……

answer

doesnt he wear like a bandana? thats kind of erotic.

question

PETER! So are you really engaged and having a baby?

answer

totally. we live in a castle in the sky and my backyard is made out of clouds. its real great except for when the dragon comes around.

question

hey love…my little sister is getting major surgery next week (7yrs old)….shes getting a feeding tube put into her stomach, and this time theyre going to have to move her organs around and try not to puncture them…and she loves you and patrick, you especially (she only listens to songs where she hears you in it..screaming)so if you have anything to say to her…cuz shes a wreck over this…she should be…and any suggestions for me, because…right now shes emotionally stronger over this than i am…i just keep on thinking if something goes wrong….anyway, thanx pete

answer

prettymuch you just need to think positively. you have not been made sisters by a series of accidents or coincidences. clearly, you love eachother and the best thing you can do is be there for her. ill think about her before i go to sleep tonight.

question

I heard that FOB is breaking up is it true xo

answer

no way. we are on our second honeymoon.

question

Ive never met you. All I know about you are internet rumors and what is on this website. And for some reason I find this easier to say to you than anyone I know. Im going through a really hard time in my life, where I feel that I dont fit in. Even with my close friends. At church, at home, everywhere. I dont even know myself now. Im so confused about everything, Im questioning my own religion, my morals, whats right and wrong…everything. I dont know what to do, and I have times when I just want to give up. I keep a razor in the drawer next to my bed just in case. I need help…and I dont feel like I can tell anyone, but just typing this all down makes me feel slightly better, knowing that maybe someone might read this and care about a small town nobody gives me enough strength to go on for another day.

answer

i totally understand what you are saying. i wish i could say that it all goes away, but i think these are things that will plague us all until our deathbed. i would definitely throw the razor away, you dont need it- its not a solution- sometimes its easier to take it kind of one breath at a time… you know? its easier in small steps.

question

What does “im two quarters in a heart down” mean?

answer

i was trying to through to someone on a payphone, it was a 50 cent call from where i was to them.

February 2, 2006 

1:16 pm 

this city helps me forget love doesn't bore me. it disappoints me. there is a pile of lamps and clocks stuck on 11:11. cause i wish i could fucking believe you. 

February 6, 2006

Amsterdam to los angeles.

I am in love with being home.

If you come out to the house of blues in la tommorrow we are playing a super smal show with: jacks mannequin and shiny toy guns. Its already sold out but were gonna give out 5 free tickets. Don’t get your hopes too high.

You aren’t my goodluck charm anymore.

February 7, 2006

momma and poppa are cute. they were all at the hob la show. my dad says "will you please introduce your mother to jay-z". jigga and my mommy totally chatted.

wow.

oh and the show was amazing.

- petey

2/07/06 Q&A

question

Sometimes you write about seeing “old fall out boy fans” at shows. How can you tell? No way you recognize all those faces. Also, I just wanted to say that my first memory of FOB was in the local section (i guess cause andy is from menomonee falls and the store was in milwaukee) of a record store by my house a few years ago & now the same band is on TV & t-shirts across the nation. fall out boy: what a trip.

answer

my visual memory is pretty good. usually i can remember faces. sometimes i am off. but i definitely remember kids in every single town. i can’t remember any names ever- my auditory memory is terrible.

question

JT LeRoy mystery solved: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11215643/page/2/  

answer

disappointing.

February 8, 2006 

5:04 am 

so you want the truth been living just outside of okay for awhile now. but its changing. whatever story you heard about me is not true. im pretty sure im not gonna bring home a grammy tommorrow. but i will have lots of good pictures. how i am feeling about someone is always changing. except i am allowed to be happy inside my head right now. ive been scared of everything for far too long. i haven't let myself be alright. but ive done alot of thinking on the 12 hour flight here. i just like being around certain people. new friends make my heart flutter. old ones make me feel homesick. been going to grammy parties all week. yeah im that guy in the corner lurking hard. its kinda creepy. ive been training the last month for our video- however i think i may have sprained or fractured my foot in the last day. if this thing turns out the way it is supposed to- it will be the most epic thing fall out boy has ever done. i dont miss you but i do miss the idea of you. i went and looked at houses out in california again today- i want to get a dog and a backyard. maybe not just yet. but maybe. my clock is ticking on your pretty face. my dad got drunk tonight and talked shit to all of my friends. pretty amazing. i wish i had it on video. total release the bats two material. i want to do a tv show like the wonder years starring fall out boy. i don't think any networks would be too interested. dont call it a comeback. put pennies on my eyes when i die. you are new moons and fresh sheets and the end of that one dream. love the fancy kid. 

2/09/06 Q&A

question

do you ever wish you could start life all over again?

answer

yes. i think about it all the time. i would try and be more honest and not make so many mistakes.

question

I am holding my breath until the new Fall Out Boy video. When do you expect it to be finished?

answer

itll be done filming on tuesday- i promise you this is one of a kind. do not expect dance, dance again.

2/10/06

question

In the video Dance, Dance, you wispered to Patrick something. What did you whisper? And what was your favorite album and video that you made?

answer

“ive got to pee so bad”

question

pete, are you and ashlee simpson sexing?? ~the boardies P.S. she doesnt love you like we do

answer

okay just because this question has been asked one million times— we are friends. she is a sweet girl. ps- i could never lololove a girl as much as the boardies.

question

so what products do you use to keep your face blemish free?

answer

pore cleanser, reinvigorator, and a t-zone moisturizer by ponds.

question

why is Patrick the on;y one who smiles in like all of your albums and postres and stuff? i mean i was looking at the cover to “take tis to your grave” and patrick was the only one smiling.

answer

he makes us all super sad right before the pictures are taken always. and then smiles cause he likes it when people are sad. or the other answer is i dunno.

February 19, 2006

things that both currently annoy and amuse me:

ariplanes

"hottie mchottie" and other hilarious lines that should not be said.

east coast weather.

west coast girls.

yawning.

being awake all night.

i am tired.

- petey

February 19, 2006

posted from petes friends or enemies blog

February 19, 2006

i feel like howl from howls moving castle embodies every single feeling that goes through my head.

that is all. i am in the lobby of a hotel in new york city waiting for something that isn't ever going to happen.

i am calculating all of the legs and drunken stutters. i am precise. i am a machine. i am a hot mess.

- petey

February 19, 2006

i heard fall out boy on the radio for pretty much one of the first times ever last night. it made me once again realize that 99 percent of the reason anyone will ever like this band is because patrick has the best voice on the planet. that kid is the golden ticket.

i want a girl that wont laugh at anyone elses jokes.

i want a girl i can love in hour increments.

i want all of my ex loves to love me forever.

the new video will suprise you.

pictures soon at:

www.clandestine.buzznet.com  

www.friendsorenemies.com  

February 19, 2006

we put the f.u. back in fun so ive been reading many peoples diatribes lately. about what punk rock is and how bullshit this whole scene is. about how we all need to fuck off and die. well the truth is youre so fucking brave and i am so fucking cliche. i am okay with that. but i believe in these songs and these eyes and these sweated out rooms. the words your write hurt my eyes and my back is sore from being hunched over the screen all night. you cheapen what i do by casually throwing barbed statements at my friends and fans. leave. we don't fucking need you. we dont care what you think about us. we dont need to sit in clubs and watch you excuse yourself to the bathroom every 20 minutes, just cause we know how it goes. we dont need to watch you onstage. the best songs sing themselves. ive said it since day one. this is my rushmore. this saved me. fuck you for trying to ruin it. new songs are my middle finger back to you. im sorry youre gonna have to wait awhile to hear yourself called out through the speakers. i love the way they always ask to see my room key when i walk into my hotel at night. like i do not belong. because i do not belong. i love opposition. i love the haters. i love mondays. i love accidents. i love "no more chances". i love walking through this city at night where i do not know anyone. because i do not know anyone. i love secret shows. i love coded messages. i love the way you have me figured out so much better than i have myself figured out. 

xo peterabbit

2/19/06 Q&A

question

thank you for not making craptastic videos. Will continue with the making of noncrappiful videos with this next one?

answer

well see. i think this one is gonna be a 180 degree change. i hope you like it.

question

Is the world ever going to be luck enough to get a Fueled By Ramen tour? Say with you guys, the academy is…, panic! at the disco, and days away? Or any other of the Fueled By Ramen crew?

answer

we are planning a decaydance tour for next summer possibly- tai, panic, gym class, and a couple others are all possible tourmates.

question

p33t!please give us some hints about the video?!? do you know when its going to be finished for our viewing pleasure?

answer

okay think kungfu hustle meets the lost boys meets the warriors.

2/22/06

question

Lately it seems like you, not as a band, but as a person have been undergoing a lot of minor changs, which together are seeming to make you an unrecognizable person to some. Is the Wentz we all came to know and trust really deteriorating in front of us? You guys, and your music, and your humor are a stable thing in the lives of many, and the idea that you wont be staying as we thought we knew you for even just now honestly scares the shit out of me. Are the few of us going to have to distance ourselves before we end up following and befriending something we cant even recognize, or are you still for better or worse going to be the ingenious, hilarious smartass we see you as?

answer

i dont know how to answer this question. i think if i was truly deteriorating before you i would still answer that i wasn’t because id feel nervous revealing that. at the same time i feel that i love more and more spending afternoons walking through this city by myself away from all of this nonsense. if that makes any sense. i dont really know who you know me as- i dont really know who i know myself as- i am sorry i dont have a better answer. i am as confused as you.

question

Does Patrick know that he is my Schmexy lil Lepricon?? because he really really is.

answer

wow. haha. i will be sure to pass it along.

question

I miss the old Peter , bangs , eyeliner and all . Im so sad.

answer

the old peter didn’t have any of those things. its just a hair cut. its just makeup. its just my bone structure. its just a picture. focus one evrything else there is- the words, the music, the laughs, the jokes, the connection, the sweaty haze in the room right before the last song. everything is gonna be ok. patrick, pete, joe, and andy are making a new record and a video to scare off anyone that ever thought any of us were pretty.

question

peter, youre such a dino-whore. can we expect you and the guys to be doing any skits on SNL?

answer

no

question

you and hey chris arent friends anymore. sadness. do you think this will be ever resolved and you guys will be friends again?

answer

im only answering this question so it will not be asked again: i don’t believe in bringing or speaking about situations with my friends or family online. they are the only part of my life that i guard intensely. i hope that you will respect that. what goes on with me and chris is between me and chris and i have never and will never address it online or milk it for attention.

2/24/06

question

will we be getting a pre-MTV look at the A Little Less Sixteen Candles a Little More Touch Me music video like we did with Dance,Dance? The few pics i saw reminded me of Michael Jackson for some reason.

answer

there will be more and more pictures over at www.friendsorenemies.com - im not sure if we’ll have a video preview ready in time. this thing is gonna be different. don’t expect 80s highschool movies and usher dancing -

2/26/06

question

why is pete such an asshole and patrick such a sweetheart?

answer

hahaha. true. when we were being made into a boyband by lou pearlman he was like: patrick you are gonna be the shy guy and pete you are gonna be the badboy with attitude. i cant help it. you dont argue with lou.

question

PETE YOU MAN WHORE BAND NAMES. PLEASE

answer

caps lock does not make up for not using enough words to be understood.

question

can you help me think of a new away message

answer

blinkhurleyiheartbilljoe41: “hi, i am outside breathing oxygen. the sunlight hurts my beady little eyes cause i sit in a dark room on the internet all day and night. my legs feel wobbly because i have been looking a n00ds all day. please be my friend in real life and not just on the dorkweb.”

question

I want to go to a secret show obviously, but where are we supoosed to look for these “clues”?

answer

they are all over the place. look hard: clandestine.buzznet.com - friendsorenemies.com - www.fueledbyramen.com

question

Pete, the new october fall cd is amazing. will you please tell Patrick that I think his voice is amazing in that song. his voice is always amazing, but there is just something else to his voice in Second Chances!! and now for my question… is decaydance looking at any new bands that you might sign in the near future?? Youshouldsignfictioncityyoushouldsignfictioncity!!!

answer

thank you… october fall should suprise some people i think… we are always looking for new bands. i will check them out.

question

which person from the simpsons would you most like to date??and why.:0

answer

hahaha tricky….. hmmm. marge i guess. but you know she has a BOYFRIEND.

question

Why is it that the songs do not match their titles?

answer

they do.

question

Im thinking of selling my PATD ticket, persuade me that seeing them will be worth the expenses!

answer

listen to their record. that is your persuasion. trust me.

question

Pete, Ive had a hard time talking to anyone about this, so I just thought that I could say it to you. Recently my Nan died. This has been my first experience with death in my family. Ive been distraught, but no ones really talked to me about it. I keep thinking that my mom or dad or one of my sisters will die, and Im always worrying about them. Its really driving me crazy. I dont know how to get past all this. Thanks for reading this. Your music is what has kept me going this long. x

answer

ive felt this before. its strange how the more you watch tv and the world around you- the more you think about people around you dying. it can drive you crazy. it can make you hang on too tightly. to me the only answer is to treasure the people around you. so youll never feel like you missed out. live every day.

February 28, 2006

3:50 pm (from HeyChris)

an open letter to pete wentz.

it takes a lot to make me mad. 

it takes even more to infuriate me.

so, after all this time i finally learned the truth. that it was you telling my ex girlfriend lies and secrets. despite even giving you the pass card after i caught you trying to talk dirty to her online, this is how you repay me? no wonder why you couldnt look me in the eye on the bus last summer and no wonder why you avoided me every chance you got. 

you hug me and tell me you love me then you tell lies to my girlfriend behind my back to lure her away from me? you tell her i cheat on her and then you tell me to come stay on the bus?

you are a spineless fucking sham.

i regret every second i spent defending you and your selfish ways. 

dont forget, i know you. not that shitty glammed up poser image you present to the masses to consume. the dude i knew never would have worn a fucking dinosaur shirt or sold out one of his friends. the dude i knew had heart and fucking loyalty. well lil buddy, you are fucking done.

you want to sell me out to the most important person in my life and then have the audacity to make ME think I did something wrong to not deserve your friendship? you fucking arrogant bastard. 

since we're discussing sellouts lets discuss how when kids give you presents you laugh at them and throw it straight in the trash. oh yeah, ive seen it many times. lets talk about how you talk shit about the fat girls that are your fans and mock their letters. you are fucking undeserving of every ounce of attention you've ever gotten. from every one of your calculated business moves to your "spontaneous" jumps in the crowd parts to your well rehearsed cliche lines you've been spouting for 400 shows in a row. you're boring, contrived and old. "oooh, no one loves me, its sooo hard being on magazine covers and tv shows. someone save me from me." what are you, fucking 12? go light your little candles ask yourself why no one will ever truly love you. its amazing no one has caught on to your little fucking show. you're nothing more than a shitty opportunist business man with even shittier fashion sense.

so pack up and move to whatever million dollar house you've picked out in california paid for by your lies and hypocrisy and deceit and selfishness and over medicate yourself like youve been doing for years...because guess what? no one wants you here anymore. you are not welcome. 

oh yeah, hows that straight edge tattoo doing? as well as the tattoo for your "crew" who now refer to you as a fraud and a con? stay gold dude, stay gold.

remember this each night of the tour when you play the lie, "hey chris, you were our only friend." 

downplay it all you want by saying the song is about "friends", but guess whos fucking name you're saying each and every night? mine. thats right. what a bunch of fucking phonies. sing the songs you dont even believe in anymore. fucking liar.

you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. 

you know who im talking about and you know they're not happy either.

so dont get caught slipping and you better make damn sure you watch whos on your guest list because a plus one might come backstage to punch your fucking teeth out and tear the windpipe from your throat. 

you fucking sell out. 

oh, and next time you decide to write another song about me, do it right you fucking coward.

**********REPOST EVERYWHERE YOU CAN**************** 

Current Music: the promise - crush all fakes."

oh what a monster we've created.

when i am called by my manager to read a post that is burning through the internet it makes me wonder. ive never responded to rumours or shittalking online, no matter who it came from- at the same time there is nothing that makes my blood boil more than reading this- being who i am, my first instinct is to blow it off- but then i consider how anytime anything is written on the internet people believe its true- no matter what, no matter the biases or subjectivity of the sources. my first instinct is to lash out- to say everything i think about you and every situation- to defend myself and attack you. as unbelievable as it is- i am an extremely insecure person- everytime i read something about myself negative or positive i react in probably the exact same way anyone would.

- 

but like i said- i am going to continue to do this my own way, what i consider to be the higher road. i understand when we get angry we often lash out- ive done it myself on many occassions. if you want to talk to me about any of this call me on my cell phone and we can do it one on one-

i will not be responding to anything else-

however, the attacks about our fans and the people that listen to this music and read these words is completely offbase- the fans of this band are my entire life- ive lost my girlfriend, my friends, much of my "normal" life- just to keep this relationship going- this isn't to say that i dont make mistakes, take misteps. just because youve seen me on tv or at a show doesn't make me anything less or more than human. you dont ever see the other side of the way we agonize over every decision we make or try our best to please everyone- because we've given up in bands before and we know how it feels and we dont want that to happen. everyone in the band is upset about this- remember everyone that makes up fall out boy- they all wanted me to voice that we appreciate our fans and friends that weve met more than anything- and that we realize because of where we are all the arrows are pointed at us- but we will try our best. and we do try our best. we also, have far more faith in the intelligence and dedication of the people that believe in us to think that they will be swayed easily. if you want to hear other stories of how we actually talk about our fans or think of them please ask other bands, they will testify to how we really act. we just want you to know that in four years when noone cares, we still hope you are there. im not going to freak out or whatever, but please an attack on our fans or our relationship with them as a p.r. move is uncalled for.

this doesn't need to be reposted anywhere- i am sure that fob fans know where to find it.

chris if you want to talk the phone line is there.

i wrote this pretty fast so i apologize for the typos and run-ons.

until then, thank you to everyone who reserves judgment and has my back until the end of time.

- petey

2/28/06 Q&A

question

IM JUST DYING TO KNOW, WHEN IS “RAINY DAY KIDS” COMING OUT?

answer

ive pushed it back. ill be honest alot of the writing in there was halfassed. words are really the only thing i care about so i want them to be perfect. i will try and figure out a release date and when we do, i will post it. i apologize. i dont want to put out some shitty book.

question

pete i am 13 and have been single my whole life should i stay that way? love ya ~Devon~

answer

its definitely ok to be single when you are 13. you have many years to get in trouble later on. when i was 13 i was into fireworks and skateboarding. girls were not even on my radar.

[julysn]

what’s your eta? || 04: like a baby

ship: kyle broflovski x fem! reader

synopsis: Chaos ensues.

wc: 3800 something

high school au, canon divergence (based off of doubling down / season 21 episode 7), y/n is not heidi turner, slightly ooc

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a/n: sorry the intro is real butt half of it was written back in september 2023 and i honestly didn’t know what to do w the paragraphs LMFAOO theyll gget better i promise

Morning had finally arrived, and you were awoken by the sun’s rays gleaming through the blinds of your bedroom window, casting a warm, golden hue on your walls and floor. The sound of the harmonious chirping of the birds outside filled your ears, their melodies embracing the beauty of the sunrise. As you sat up and stretched, you couldn't help but appreciate this brief moment of serenity before the chaos of the day began.

What day is it? You threw a glance to your alarm clock, seeing “Monday” written on the LED screen, Fuck. Time for school. You sighed, rolling out of bed as the cold floor greeted your senses.

You stepped over to your closet, pulling out a set of clothes. Your fingers moved on autopilot as you picked out your outfit. You wanted an outfit that was cute, nothing like what middle school boys would wear, like red shorts and a neon-green shirt. After a few minutes of browsing your closet like a retail store, you pulled out a comfortable pair of sweats and a hoodie that would protect you from the chilly weather.

You let out a deep sigh, walked out of your bedroom, and quietly stepped into the hall. Once you had reached your bathroom, you applied some toothpaste to your toothbrush and began brushing your teeth while looking down at your phone and replying to several texts from your friends and classmates. Some had asked for help on assignments, while others were just texting about the latest pieces of drama.

As you began to get ready for school, you felt yourself becoming more awake and alert with each passing second. Time seemed to quicken as you slipped on your clothes and slowly, yet sleepily, stepped down the staircase and over to the kitchen. Your two siblings sat at the kitchen island, one finishing some homework and the other just sipping on a cup of iced coffee.

“You haven’t finished?” You asked, stifling a yawn as you walked over to the pantry and picked out a box of cereal. Dallas looked up from his work, giving you a nod as he scribbled away on a sheet of paper.

“Algebra’s hard. Mr. Wyland keeps giving us homework.” He sighed, leaning forward and placing his fingers up to his temple. He stared down at the many scribbles of work that he had left on the sheet of homework, the look in his eyes full of misery.

You poured some cereal into a glass bowl, pulling a drawer and picking up a spoon. Soleil looked up from her phone, taking a sip of her coffee as she tilts her head and watches as Dallas buried his head in his hands.

“Algebra isn’t that hard. You just have to pay attention.” She shrugged nonchalantly, pausing to take yet another sip of her coffee before continuing. “Need help?”

“Yes, please!” Dallas answered almost immediately, head jolting upwards from his palms, his eyes pleading for the assistance of someone who was more capable than he was. You chuckled as you began to eat out of your cereal bowl, watching as Soleil began to help Dallas.

You sat down at the kitchen island with your cereal, sitting away from your two siblings so as to not accidentally spill the contents of your bowl onto Dallas’ algebra homework. He’d be pissed. Despite the early hour and the grogginess that clung to you and your expression, the presence of your siblings and the familiar morning chatter made you feel a bit less exhausted.

…?

You and your friends stood before your locker, just relaxing and talking before class started. The hallway was a bit crowded, but not unbearable as it was still possible to get by — the hallway traffic seemed calmer this time around. Although your school was bigger than the average small town high school, it was nothing compared to the schools in Dallas that you had seen on social media.

Your eyes squint lightly as you look at your reflection through the small mirror on Bebe’s locker door, checking for any flaws in your appearance. You ran a hand through your tousled hair and sighed, brushing off some hints of lint from your pants, wanting to be as presentable as possible–you didn’t want to look like the school air had clearly gotten to you.

Standing to your right was one of your best friends, Bebe, who was talking about random pieces of drama. Her long, perfect golden curls cascaded down to her shoulders beautifully, complementing her bright eyes. She wore a denim miniskirt with a pink, rhinestone-adorned belt, her pink crop top enhancing her appearance.

To your left was one of your other best friends, Wendy, who was listening and discussing the drama with Bebe. She had a softer appearance compared to Bebe, her gentle eyes making her look angelic. A pink beret sat atop her black, tousled hair, while she wore a casual tank top and flared jeans. Her outfit was simple, yet she pulled it off effortlessly, no traces of makeup on her face except for lip gloss.

Almost zoned out, you were pulled back into reality as Bebe spoke up, tilting her head. “Have any of you seen Nichole?”

You looked over from the mirror to Wendy, your eyes meeting as you shared a glance before the two of you shook your heads.

“I think she rides with Tolkien.” Wendy adds, shrugging as both of you broke eye contact and she went back to looking through her locker, grabbing the books she needed for class and stuffing them into her backpack. You envied her locker, it was so organized and clean, while yours was a complete mess.

“Yeah, they’re in another situationship.” You just shrug as well, opening up your own locker and looking helplessly as you scrimmaged through. After a mere 20 seconds, you finally found the appropriate books and papers you needed for the class you had to rush off to, stuffing them into your backpack and stifling a yawn as you turned back to your two friends. Tolkien and Nichole were in a “situationship”, or, in other terms, they had a weird friends-with-benefits thing going on. They’d go on dates, have sex, like what couples usually do, but weren’t a couple. It was weird.

“When is she getting here?!” Bebe complained, quickly slipping her phone out of her purse as she began typing, her eyes darting down to her phone occasionally as she continued to inspect her visuals through the mirror placed on her locker door. She was a swift typer, even with her nails, and you couldn’t help but be impressed.

After a good thirty seconds of peaceful silence, or, rather, silence between the three of you, Bebe perked up with a response as her phone vibrated in her hand and she glanced down at it. “She says she’ll be here in 5.”

“Damn. Did you ask if she’s riding with him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you shut your locker and tossed your backpack over your shoulder, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“It’s pretty obvious that she is.” Wendy chimes in, letting out a soft giggle as she pulled her beret off and stored it in her locker. “We don’t have to ask.”

As the three of you all collectively giggled, you suddenly heard a loud, booming voice at the end of the hallway, snapping everyone out of their thoughts.

“Kyle!”

Everyone’s heads immediately span, turning to the source of the loud, booming voice. It was none other than the one and only, your ex-boyfriend, the one who terrorizes SPHS with his mere presence, Eric Cartman.

This is about me. There’s no way it’s not. You sighed awkwardly, ready to watch the two of them fight over you. Ever since you had been dating Eric, your social status had boosted, but ever since the breakup, you were more popular than ever. Some might say it was more impactful than Watergate, but you digress.

Your hands immediately searched your pockets for your phone, just in case a real fight was about to happen. Holy shit. After a few seconds of rummaging, you quickly pulled it out and kept your camera app ready, just in case. A few other students were recording already, not even waiting for any punches or hits.

“Oh, I should’ve known. You lying snake!” Eric growled, walking stomping down in anger. Each and every step caused a loud rumble, and you weren’t sure if it was the weak school floors, if he was really mad, or if he was just fat. The hallway instantly fell silent, before hushed whispers began. You and your two other friends stood there in shock, barely able to process what was truly going on.

Kyle grimaced, biting his lip anxiously as he slammed his locker shut and turned his head to face Eric. “.. Cartman, I didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did-“

“Did it bother you that I was happy?!” Eric seethed, gritting his teeth as he walked down the hallway, one hand balled up into a fist. “You think you can just walk in and ruin everything I made for myself? You’re wrong!”

“Cartman, you weren’t happy.” The ginger sighed, crossing his arms as he watched Eric approach angrily.

“He’s gonna crack the floor if he keeps moving like that.” Bebe whispers to you and Wendy, a little too loudly, resulting in scattered giggles from across the hallway and a short-lived glare from Eric. He threw his hands up, flipping her off before walking up to Kyle, attempting to enter his personal space to intimidate him yet failing.

“Shut up, Kahl! I was happy!” Eric growls once more, cracking his knuckles. You sighed, rolling your eyes. He wasn't happy, and it took you a while to notice that. He was everything but happy whenever he spent time with you.

“All you did was bitch about Y/N all the time-“ Yet again, Eric interrupts anything Kyle wanted to say.

“You’re not gonna talk your way outta this one! This is the end, Kyle! It’s you or me.”

“… Cartman, I-“ Kyle gets interrupted again, with Eric slamming him against the lockers. He winced, grimacing uncomfortably.

Eric ignores his discomfort and annoyance, shooting a glare at Kyle that was so angry, you could barely decipher anything in his eyes other than pure rage. “You took everything from me! Everything!”

You were not Eric’s everything, that’s for sure. Maybe in an alternate universe. His everything was most likely his food.

“Stop it.” Kyle narrows his eyes, pushing Eric away only for him to slam him against the lockers once more. You wondered if a fight was gonna happen, and who’d throw the first punch. Would it be Kyle? Or Eric? Or maybe they’d start fighting at the same time? You scooted yourself to the front, trying and succeeding in getting the best angle as people stepped out of the way to let you through. You felt like a celebrity.

You held your phone securely in your hand, watching quietly. It seemed as if the two boys were unaware that you were watching the altercation. The crowded hallway seemed to only get denser and denser once people began to circle around the scene unfolding before them, intrigued. Curiosity flowed through the air as students from all walks of life united and created a circle, one that had formed just to witness the true strength of the two men in-front of their eyes.

Not much could be heard besides for the chatter and whispers of the many on-lookers, while the two boys bickered and spoke over each other.

It felt weird to see this unfold just before your eyes—two people fighting about you, hell, over you. But this was very entertaining.

“All you’ve ever done is work to ruin my life! Well, now you’re gonna pay the price!” Eric snarled, his voice deep and raspy unlike how he’d usually be a bit more whiny and irritating. Instead of his voice being annoying, his voice was annoyed.

“Fuck him up!” A voice from inside the crowd rang out.

Immediately, after that indirect encouragement, Eric steps forward and screeches, ready to punch Kyle when he himself gets hit first, the ginger dodging and throwing the first hit. As Eric falls to the floor, his cheek bruised, he growls and stands up, cracking his knuckles threateningly.

“I’m surprised he didn’t crack the floor.” Wendy comments absentmindedly, one hand adjusting her hair subconsciously and the other hand gripping her phone. You and a few others giggle, and luckily, Eric didn’t hear the remark.

“Fuck you, Kahl!” Eric hisses, attempting to throw another punch yet missing as Kyle dodged and slipped out of the way. He was slim and athletic, unlike Eric, giving him a higher chance of winning the fight as he used his agility to his advantage.

“She’s moved on! Stop it!” Kyle seethed, his anger evident as the two boys began to fight and brawl in the middle of the hallway. You watched with both excitement and anxiousness as punches and hits were thrown, chaos ensuing within the confines of the high school hallway.

And for once, you felt special, even during the midst of everything.

…?

The sun stood up in the sky, beaming down through the windows of South Park High. The winds outside were as chilly as ever, but nothing unexpected for a small town in the mountains of Colorado.

A light blanket of snow covers the buildings and ground, slowly melting as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky, the sunlight wiping away the trances of snowfall from the previous evening. The clouds had parted to let the star shine through, scattering out into the sky like drops of paint on a canvas.

Kyle sits in the driver’s seat of his car, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a cup of hot coffee from Tweek Bros. It was a peaceful morning, nothing much to bother him except for his very annoying brother, little Ike.

He brushes his irritation away, letting a soft smile grace his lips as the music floated from the speakers and through the car. It was a good morning, and nothing could change that.

Monday, you can hold your head Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed Or Thursday, watch the walls instead It's Friday, I'm in love

The drive was short yet soothing, relaxing his nerves. Maybe it was just the fact that he was alone for a brief moment, or that driving was truly relaxing, but it was one of Kyle’s favorite parts of the day.

Kyle reached the parking lot of South Park High, parking his car and getting out as the aggressively cold breeze hit his face. His steps were light and quick, wanting to escape the cold he was so used to and go inside.

He walked, running a hand through his curls and fluffing them up to give his hair some volume. Ever since he had stopped wearing his hat, Cartman had begun to tease him more for being a ginger, but he didn’t care. He was used to the other boy’s remarks by now.

Stepping into the lobby of his high school, Kyle heaved a sigh and brushed off some lint from his jeans as he made his way through the hallways and over to his locker.

He turned the padlock to the right, to the left, again to the left, and lastly to the right, before finally pulling it open. His locker was simplistic and slightly plain, with a picture of him and his family on the door, a few stickers and a post-it note reminding him to study for some quizzes and exams.

Kyle’s eyes shuffled through his locker, looking for the appropriate supplies he needed for his first class. He sighed, grabbing a few pencils and stuffing them in a pocket of his backpack.

He pulled his phone camera out and looked through his appearance, making sure there wasn’t anything weird on his face before quickly shoving it back into his pocket, when suddenly, a loud, booming voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Kyle!”

He whipped his head around, his eyes meeting the flame within Cartman’s own, Holy shit.

Kyle’s eyes widen immediately as everyone in the hallway looks back from him to Cartman, looking between him and Cartman, glancing over from him to Cartman. The unfiltered, unadulterated, untainted rage in his eyes was absolutely terrifying.

Kyle was stronger than him. He knew that. Everyone knew that. But the look in his eyes, the anger, it almost sent a shiver down his spine. He watched anxiously as Cartman moved towards him, a loud stomp, stomp, stomp echoing down the walls and hitting his ears.

“Oh, I should’ve known. You lying snake!” Cartman’s snarl echoed down the hallways, intriguing the ones who weren't already paying attention to the chaos. Everyone’s attention was locked onto the two boys, eager to see the chaos unfold.

Kyle took a deep breath, glancing around to see a few people with their phones out. He couldn’t embarrass himself. This could easily spread around the school, and even worse, get over to North Park. If he lost the fight, which, there was a pretty low chance of that happening, but with Cartman’s sudden interest in wrestling, there was a possibility..

He would never live it down.

“Cartman, I didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did—” Kyle’s desperate attempt to diffuse the situation and restore peace was interrupted. Of course, he knew that there could be no peace with Cartman, so why even try?

“Did it bother you that I was happy?!” Cartman seethed, his voice deeper and raspier than usual. “You think you can just walk in and ruin everything I made for myself? You’re wrong!”

Anger, anger, anger. It boiled in Cartman’s veins like a kettle on a stove. He needed to let this out, to let out all of the feelings that he had built up over the weekend, and it was finally time to do it. To inflict violence on the one who caused this. It was going to be quite therapeutic, really. He needed to hit Kyle at least once, to ease his emotions and invoke gratification.

“Cartman, you weren’t happy.” Kyle sighs, rolling his eyes at the obvious lie as annoyance grew within him. His irritation built up, the building bricks stacking onto each other from head to toe.

“Shut up, Kahl! I was happy!” Cartman snarled, his frown deepening as he cracked his knuckles, invading his personal space.

He wasn’t. Kyle knew he wasn’t. From the way Cartman’s mood dampened whenever he was around Y/N, to him complaining about each and every thing Y/N did when she wasn’t around. Cartman never expressed happiness around her, it was only disdain and irritation.

The two boys quickly forgot about the fact that Y/N was right there, watching their argument, watching the way she was indirectly mentioned, watching the way that her decisions and existence alone had indirectly caused this argument to go down.

“All you did was bitch about Y/N all the time–!” Kyle argued, his annoyance beginning to show as his voice deepened in aggression. His breathing got heavier, heavier, heavier, anger slipping into his body language as his eyes narrowed.

“You’re not gonna talk your way outta this one! This is the end, Kyle! It’s you or me.”

“Cartman, I–” Not letting Kyle speak, Cartman steps forward and slams him against the lockers, wrapping his trembling fingers around the other boy’s jacket. He wasn’t shaking in fear, rather, pure rage. Pure, unfiltered rage.

His eyes narrow dangerously, little slits instead of seeing his irises. “You took everything from me! Everything!”

Kyle rolls his eyes, sneaking a glance over at Y/N before looking back at Cartman. He knew damn well that Y/N was not Eric Theodore Cartman’s everything. Food probably was.

The crowd only seemed to grow in size, any school faculty somehow not coming to investigate or deescalate. Phones were tilted and angled at the two, everyone wanting to get the perfect video of what was to happen. Even Y/N herself stood there, her hands tightly gripping her phone as she watched in slight disbelief and intrigue.

“Stop it.” Kyle hissed, shoving Cartman away only for him to slam him back into the lockers again, the noise echoing down the hallways.

“All you’ve ever done is work to ruin my life! Well, now you’re gonna pay the price!”

“Fuck him up!” A voice from inside the crowd yelled, encouraging Cartman as he stepped forward, raising his arm and throwing his fist at Kyle, only for the redhead to quickly punch him first, causing Cartman to fall to the floor with a loud thud.

Kyle looked down at Cartman on the floor, the two of them panting for breath as pearls of sweat began to form on their hairlines. He breathed heavily, eyes widened as the pain of the punch began to register and the bruise on his cheek was starting to grow.

A few seconds of silence.

Then, he slowly stands up, getting off of the floor and growls, almost trembling from pure hatred. Cartman takes a big deep breath, cracking his knuckles in a desperate attempt to be intimidating, letting out a loud screech roar. “Fuck you, Kahl!”

He attempts to punch Kyle again, his fist slamming into the locker instead as the other boy effortlessly dodges the attack. The crowd began to spread out a bit, leaving room for the two of them to fight as phones all pointed towards the chaos.

“She’s moved on! Stop it!” Kyle seethed, adrenaline pumping through his body as Cartman wrapped one arm around his neck, cracking his knuckles yet again and slamming his fist into the redhead’s cheek.

The strength was enough to break some teeth, but luckily, it didn’t, and before he could strike again, Kyle slipped out of his grasp and slammed him against the lockers, a loud bam echoing throughout the hallway as he punched him.

After a good minute or so of fighting, suddenly, Kyle stops, pulling back as sweat dots his forehead. He’s panting, out of breath, face slightly bruised and the adrenaline rush coming to a stop as he drops Cartman and lets him fall to the floor, ending the fight, ending the chaos.

“You’re an asshole, Cartman.”

kyle’s pov was meant to be the fifth chapter, scrapped it though so… also. never written a fight scene. sorry it was mid.

lemme tell you. i had NO fucking idea how to wrap up the chapter i was stuck bro

[hellhoundlair]

first, read this fic that has a similar idea to this and also makes me go fkn insane

second, i just remembered that scene in the lighthouse where theyre drunk and dancing/swaying together and they both pull away and look at the other a little too close and theres a visible internal struggle going through both of them. before one punches the other instead.

and they smile and start beating each other up. and both characters are so lonely that they would have done it. the punch wasnt because they didnt want that closeness or comfort, but it was too dangerous to change the dynamic they already had.

im getting off track. anyway think about sam and dean instead. season 5-ish, their relationship at a tense place, going out and getting drunk together to try and pretend there was some normalcy between them and maybe pick up chicks to get their mind off of things. and it works. theyre getting along. and theyre heading back to their motel room instead of staying at the bar because the drinks are overpriced and they want to hang out like old times instead. and theyre rowdy and singing and dancing and having fucking fun with each other for the first time in who knows how long.

and maybe theyve got a cassette playing in baby whose just parked outside the room idk how the music would work but that idea is cute actually. and it ends on a slow song and theyre drunk out of their minds holding each other and swaying back and forth. and maybe theyre both thinking about how much theyre going to miss getting along when the alcohol wears off and theyre back at each others throats, missing how close they used to be, how they used to be able to read each others mind with just a look, how they used to be all they ever needed and yet nowadays when theyre alone around each other they feel unbearably lonely. but being in their brothers arms feels like theyve finally made it home.

then they pull apart, and they see each other for what feels like the first time in in years. the last time they held the other like this was while the other was dead and bleeding in their arms. and how terrible is that. the only times they get to look at each other close enough to feel their souls brush together is when the others soul has left their body. but now that theyre holding each other, their souls are intertwined again. they feel almost complete. with an emphasis on that quiet, lingering almost.

theyre close enough now to see through the front they both put up that they dont need each other, dont need that proximity like theyll suffocate without it. they both know theyre on the same page, and when ones eyes flick down to the others lips, stepping over the only semblance of normalcy in their lives, thats enough to know they cant be this close for a reason.

feeling your brothers skin split under your knuckles is normal. seeing him smile through split lips is normal. having him claw at your shirt (not like that) so he can land a hit directly on your ear is normal. feeling his warm beer breath ruffling your hair (never like that) when hes trying to choke you out is normal. grabbing him by the hair (stop that) and beating his head into the kitchenette until hes begging you to stop over the blood filling his mouth is normal. maybe the reason theyre so hard on each other due to the anger over the fact that this is more normal than the alternative.

and maybe when the coast is clear, when everythings quiet again and your little brother is still and struggling to breathe between his broken nose and his mouth full of blood. maybe when he cant see how empty you feel without him can you allow yourself to feel complete with him (making out with his unconscious body. in case that wasnt clear)

sam and dean fightclub-esque fic of them having an unspoken agreement where they beat the shit out each other whenever the incestuous tension between them boils over because the physicality and the adrenaline and the leaving marks and the having each others blood and warmth on their skin is better and is less of a can of worms than the alternative. when.

[arosebyan0thername]

I mean I'm only doing laundry like twice a month but that's still better than once every two months like I did in high school

[naberiie]

send me a character/ship and a prompt, and i'll write a tiny* drabble for you!

*like very tiny, probably five sentences max 😊

[miiilowo]

I want to hear your thoughts on how Bride of Re-Animator could’ve been improved especially regarding Dan I want to hear them pretty please

oh god okay

if i were to fix bride of reanimator i think the first step would be to cut francesca entirely and make leslie more of a threat-ill get to him later on.

Overall, Id make it focus on dan and herberts relationship and the tension present-because at its core, thats what the movie is about, but it doesnt pay enough attention to it. it doesnt do it justice. regardless of whether i ship them or not, having the focus be on these two and herberts desperate attempt to keep his big gay crush from leaving him makes for a better movie with more emotional impact. more bride also

francesca is a distraction. thats the role she plays in the plot and its also unfortunately the role she plays in the movie as a whole. shes underdeveloped and there to move the plot along while also not being important to it at all at the same time? shes a pawn used to explain things, but she doesnt have anything to do with them-shes a crutch the movie falls back on, but they somehow still made her lame as fuck. they cut a scene where dan was supposed to get to know her better and it makes her even more of a boring flat love interest than she wouldve been with it-shes much unlike meg, who actually serves a purpose in the first movie and is swag and epic. we have a reason to care about her. if you removed meg from reanimator, the movie would suck. if you removed francesca, almost nothing would change. yknow?

id be keeping the same general plot with some minor changes to keep things effective. we know herberts become more ... adventurous. with his experiments. dan does not like this, obviously, and the stress on his moral compass is making him want to move out. but, herbert, seeing an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone (try to make a fully functioning human out of separate parts + getting dan to stay) shows him meg's heart, and proposes they make what becomes the bride. that all stays the same, and of course we keep gloria in the mix.

then theres leslie! id definitely want him to be more of a looming threat than he is. the scene where he first shows up and they try to hide the hand monster is PERFECT and i would want more cat and mouse type shenanigans like that with his threat level increasing as he gets closer and closer to finding out what herbert and dan are up to- i definitely dont want him to die off the way he did in the movie.

obviously, leslie being on their asses is gonna cause more conflict between herbert and dan, and through that we can explore their individual emotions toward eachother more. dan cares about herbert whether he wants to admit it or not- hes stayed with him all this time, and they certainly had to have bonded back in peru. they moved in together for fucks sake-but The Way Herbert Is conflicts with his morals. i want his love (platonic or not) for herbert to be in direct opposition to this and i want to see him torn up over it. i want to see him hurting herbert and feeling awful about it, and i want to see herbert hurt (which bride honestly does very well with all those scenes where he looks jealous and pathetic and sad).

a good main conflict, aside from leslie and their general issues with eachother, is the crypt full of herberts experiments hes been hiding from dan. remember that scene in the movie where he calls them rats? dans not that stupid. he investigates, he confronts herbert about his disgust, and this creates more of a rift between them- one theyll have to work on. for now, though, theyll have to work on the bride. through building her, the tension will be high, a lot like the scenes where dan says shit like "gee thanks ive never done this before" in the movie

the bride is delightful and perfect shes my shining star the love of my life she is my Everything. that being said we need to give this baby more screentime- and ON calling her a baby, i absolutely wanna veto the weird relationship she has with dan. it was her purpose, yes, but she doesnt know that upon being reanimated, and i dont think dan should have any interest in her. dan and herbert made her together-if anything, thats their daughter. we get a lot of screentime with her- we get to see her become acclimated to walking, talking, and living. we get to see dan and herbert bond with her and teach her how to be human again. not only do they bond with her, but eachother through coparenting her, potentially resolving some issues theyve been having and actually getting some decent fucking communication in. i know i want them to start putting their differences aside to take care of her. dan, upon seeing success of the bride, becomes more lenient on allowing his experiments-though maintaining horror about the sentience the other creations have, and upon this shared revelation, dan convinces him to put them out of their misery. i dont think this has to be shown on screen, but it should be agreed upon- with resistance from herbert. i absolutely dont want this to be solved completely just due to The Power Of Love! Herberts WAY too into his experiments to completely stop-he'd continue endeavors in a similar field as the bride. (maybe even lie about killing them?)

He could get some development here in the sense that he doesnt care about her because shes a science project, but because he loves her. he could lose some of his workaholic disposition and become a bit softer, but of course, never losing his spark since thats most of his character. but i havent forgotten about leslie- the end here in my mind is a bit choppy, but this is just conjecture so

all throughout hes been following them and spying on them and generally being a freak as he does. breaking up the plot and adding suspense and stuff so it doesnt get too same-y.

i think for the climax we have him inside the house, similar to how he showed up before getting killed in bride. he encounters her, gets terrified, attacks her out of fear, and she retaliates, getting damaged in the process. dan and herbert obviously react to this with outrage. dan goes to protect bride and relocate her while leslie wails on herbert, and he once again kills him because "he attacked me" therefore eliminating his presence. one thing i havent contemplated is how herbert would still definitely want to revive him. maybe reanimate him and hide the body from dan, keeping him locked up somewhere. dont want any more experiments running loose. im not really sure about leslie but i am just throwing ideas out here anyway

after this is resolved, the end of the movie could be a parallel to the first reanimator. bride dying instead of meg, though not fully dead, of course- they can fix her. they can do this. theyve come this far-they can solve death once and for all if they just keep working. but herbert cant do it alone, and dan cant resist working with him. maybe he likes the thrill, maybe he just likes herbert-either way, hes strapped in for the ride, and theyre going to fix her whatever it takes.

it could also follow the same general ending with her actually dying but their resolve hardening to continue bc they know its possible

alternatively you could ignore everything i just said and make it so dan pulls herbert out of the rubble instead of francesca thatd fix things probably

EDIT: adding my tags live laugh love

[dorkicon]

i reached taglimit. readmore contains ^that

yeah anyway point is no one is free from sin etc etc. and if jesus was real hed be a punk ass bitch bc he apparently refuses to smite these guys on the spot

the whole damn thing was infuriating. the part in the book that talks about sex was, as far as i can tell, like, a chapter. if that much, but everyone was up there comparing it to human trafficking, to grooming, to sexual assualt

like the sheer flippancy with which that was thrown around-- well if this library sees fit to have this in their collection, its obivous theryre trying to groom children because it was on display!!!

(it was not, and even if it was, the display is closest to our paperbacks and audiobooks, by like 20 feet if not more. our teen section is behind even our paperbacks, alllll the way in the back corner. our childrens section is in the very front of the library. even farther away from our display. a child would have to go way out of their way to even think about reading one of these books)

an adult watching their child or teen would have say in what they read, in the sense that we do not allow anyone under 18 to get a card. a parent has responsibility. if they dont like what their kid is reading, then thats their fucking issue, not ours.

^im aware that that has its own pitfalls, and would indeed make it hard for a gay teen to read freely if they have homophobic parents. i didnt say it was always a good thing. its just the policy we have.

tangent over. i had to stand there watching people go up there and air their grievances. some guy pretending to cry as he quoted the bible about how fags are corrupting the kids. an old man yelling about how theyre giving babies mastectomies (lol?) a woman who saw fit to let us know that she had a trans daughter and she thought our director should be fired for having this book in the collection some guy who for some reason went on a tangent about how, like, they/them pronouns arent real, which like, idk man. like-- like...? otay pick a struggle

and all of this is just to say that...even though its easy to joke about, its easy to call these ppl ignorant assholes who talk a big game while not understanding anything about ANYTHING its also like. scary lol. bc i guess theyve won in some regard

like our director is leaving at the end of this month. and i cant say i blame her. i was mad and hurt w how she reacted...in retrospect i guess i was mad at the administration in general. not just our director, but the board, and how easily they capitulated to taking the display down two years in a row. i have no idea if the board asked her to, or if shes stepping down willingly. its not my business but i guess i wouldnt be surprised.

and well. frankly, its scary. the board had someone lined up who had zero experience, someone who would make sure we got less fag books, who would make SURE we dont have another pride display. idk if theyll be a director or a board member, but it isnt pretty either way.

the fact of the matter is that under her our library has expanded into tons of extra community outreach. networking w the senior center, the heritage museum, building a food pantry and stocking it, giving out lunches and dinners to kids, providing a place for homeless people to stay without getting fucking hassled. its...a lot, that i dont know will be kept under new leadership yknow

and some of us are talking about leaving, and...well, that sucks too. it really does, because were generally open minded folk, sans the libertarian and the one who is apparently the son of the far right lady who...mentioned him telling her all about how we ran things here in her speech so. lol.

i dont know. i guess the point is that its scary. and i think ive put too much of myself into that stupid fucking library because ive been mourning it i guess. mourning what were gonna lose, what it may turn into. i dont know. something. all over a passage about gay sex in a book yknow.

and ppl are getting real brave about their transphobia and their fearmongering. you give them an inch theyll take a mile yknow. and once this blows over and theyve disrupted and uprooted this fucking community center theyll move on, because they never gave a shit about the library or any of our books or anyone who works here or even the kids they claim to protect. theyre empty, empty people fueled by righteous anger over the boogeyman of the week and the queers just happen to be an easy target.

bitching abt my job again

tags contain frank mentions of transphobia and homophobia

[bedrockbones]

Please, please sir, give us some hc about mask au

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it ///not accepting

they keep the masks off around tommy for a long time. he gets twitchy if they even mention their... "business" so-to-speak. so for now, they just dont. they keep all "work" talk out of sight and out of mind and tommy in return stays away from the office as well as the front door.

which is another thing. tommy hasnt left the house without at least one of the others accompanying him. he knows what theyre doing. he knows theyre making sure he doesnt run. but frankly, he doesnt care. he doesnt want to run. not only because he doesnt want to leave but because he knows theyll chase him. and the idea of turning around and seeing the blood god bearing down at him with that haunting skull, seeing nothing but empty sockets swallowing him whole- ....tommy just. isnt going to run. simple as that

3. at some point though, sbi comes to the decision that, as much as theyd like to keep it all seperate for tommys sake, theres eventually going to be a situation in which they cant. they need to address it now, while they still have control of the situation

4. they dont dump it on tommy all at once of course - neither do they really ask tommys thoughts on this but really, whos keeping track of that - they start simple. they leave one of their masks on the dinner table. none of them acknowledge it or even hint that its there but they all know when tommy sees it because he freezes in place. it takes him a long time before he stops freezing at the sight of their masks but once hes comfortable they start "accidentally" allowing tommy to overhear their work talk. just a comment here and there but they notice him tense at each slip.

5. it goes on like that for a few weeks. baby steps. until, eventually, they can hold tommy on the couch -still trembling but not fully panicking so basically a win right? - while one of them wears their full villainous attire

[zigxortega]

The same child who was all 'im a cop!' yesterday 2day wanted 2 dump a bucket of water on a bee that was just sitting in a flower so im sure now hes shit