#grace watches south park

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

garrison sooner believing he’s such a good teacher that his fourth graders can write college level essays on complicated political topics than that they’re cheating…immaculate

[reiidler]

I meany to do this earlier but j didnt 😞 fav arts last year ♥️♥️

[kennethsmccormicks]

like that this episode plants the seed of sugar baby kenny and sugar daddy butters

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Jane Fonda (Barbarella, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park)—Feminist icon, LGBTQ+ rights activist since the 70s, Civil Rights and Native American rights advocate, environmentalist… she really is THE woman ever

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jane Fonda:

"I assume she's already been submitted but I gotta make sure. I think there's an element to movies like Barbarella or her segment of Spirit of the Dead of those having been directed by her husband, who famously made movies about her being hot, and the incredible costume design also helped, but good lord. Look at her"

"She was so pretty, dear lord! She was and still us stunning. She’s great at comedy and drama."

"Shes so hot im so gay for me i will let her hit me with hers car"

"Gorgeous and also still getting arrested at climate protests, which is sexy behavior"

"Watching her in Barefoot in the Park seriously made me, a straight woman, question things"

"PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH"

"Her vibes in these movies are so interesting because she, the daughter of an Old Hollywood star, went on to make both poignant dramatic movies and the some of the silliest things you've ever seen but even in the silly space adventures and sexploitations there's always this undeniable gravitas to her. It's like she's able not to take herself very seriously but at the same time never stops having this grace and elegance and makes it all work together. And she's always been very politically active which is also sexy. Her famous mugshot is from 1970 so right at the cutoff mark but come on"

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

"Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist."

[oldwritingm]

South Park - Main 4 When You Fall Asleep Around Them

First post!! aa I'm nervous >-<

Kyle

You were studying together

Well, you were supposed to be studying together

Kyle was engrossed in a math problem. His eyes darted back and forth from the calculator to the paper; to him, nothing else existed in that moment

"Okay, what did you get for number..."

The words died in his throat when he noticed that you were asleep

He just kinda stared for a minute, blinking

You were hunched over, head resting atop your hands on the table

For a second he considered waking you up, but you looked too peaceful

He watched as your back slowly rose and fell with each breath, and found that it brought him peace too

A small smile graced his lips as he chose to get back to work

He tried to be as quiet as possible while he worked, cursing the clicky buttons on his calculator

He frequently stole glances at you as he went

He was finally compelled to wake you up when a drop of drool threatened to fall onto your homework under you

He had a good laugh at your startled reaction

dw, he made up for it by helping you finish your homework :)

Kenny

You were both laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling and taking turns ranting about whatever came to mind

Kenny had finished just finished his turn ranting

The longer the silence continued, the more concerned he got

He glanced over at you, surprised to find you asleep

“Geez, was I really that boring?”

He had said it loud enough that he hoped you would wake up, but you continued to snooze

He watched you for a minute, hoping for any sign that you were going to wake up

He wanted to keep talking with you!!

But he also didn’t want to disturb your sleep

So he went back to staring at the ceiling, lamenting the loss of company (conscious company, that is)

Eventually he started ranting again, but quietly

Just to fill the silence

When you woke up, you assumed you had only been out for a few minutes, since Kenny was still talking

You sputtered when you noticed it had been over an hour

The noise caught Kenny’s attention

“You’re awake! :D Sleep well?”

Stan

You were on the bus, sitting in the window seat with Stan next to you

You hadn’t said anything since getting on, so Stan tried to strike up some conversation

“Did you see that bug Cartman found in the cafeteria today? It was huge!”

He grinned at you as he said it, but his smile faltered as you remained turned away

He leaned forward a little, trying to see your face

He froze when he saw that you were asleep

Bro lowkey panicked: weren’t you uncomfortable with your head against the window? What if he accidentally woke you up?

Well, he had a solution to one of those concerns

He pulled out a spare beanie from his backpack and carefully placed it between your head and the window

He was still super nervous though

He kept his eyes locked on you, waiting for the slightest sign that you were about to wake up and praying that you’d just stay asleep

Cartman and Kyle tried to tease him, but he shushed them aggressively

When your stop finally came, he just about threw up as he gently shook your arm

He really wanted to let you sleep, but also knew that you wouldn’t want to miss your stop

He could hardly speak from being so nauseous, so when you finally roused he just pointed to the front of the bus

Thankfully he did not end up throwing up

Cartman

You were over at Cartman’s, watching a movie

“This movie sucks.”

He awaited your response: he was used to you either agreeing with his commentary or starting an argument over it

But when nothing came, he elbowed you

Well, he tried, but you had slumped over against the arm of the couch, so you were out of reach

He saw an opportunity and took it

Took a kajillion pictures and videos, most of him poking you or making you do stupid poses/faces, but some just of you being peaceful

All for “blackmail material,” of course

Totally not because you looked sweet when you slept

Eventually he got bored of messing with you

He could have gone back to watching the movie, but he needed someone to make fun of it with him

So he kicked you 💀

You woke up with a start, shooting a glare at a cackling Cartman as you rubbed your shin where he kicked you

Your glare then shifted to the TV

“This movie sucks.”

“That’s what I said!”

Thank you for reading!!

(divider by saradika)

[mediumgayitalian]

Blue, blue, blue eyes, wet and red-rimmed. White knuckles clenched around worn canvas. Salty cheeks and bitten-bruised lips.

“I’m running away.”

Echoes in a too-large room, quiet breathing in stale air. Freezing toes on marble floor. Struggling lamplight, gaunt shadows.

“Gimme a minute to pack a bag.”

———

“Shh,” Nico hisses, clamping a hand over Will’s mouth to muffle a shriek. A too-warm hand clutches his hip, scrambling for balance. The rickety wooden lattice creaks under their weight.

The freeze, for one, two, three seconds. Nico strains to hear, watching the crystal-clear, freshly-polished Jalousie window.

No light.

They let out their breath at the same time, Will’s exhale making Nico’s cold hands tingle. At Will’s glare, he removes his hand, wrapping it back around the rung.

“Be more careful, you clumsy fuck.”

“I’m trying!”

To his credit, he really is. He checks and double checks before putting his full weight on the lopsided strips of wood only meant to hold up vines. He doesn’t let go of the rung above him until his feet are firmly planted, and he doesn’t stray far enough from Nico that he couldn’t catch him. He knows the drill.

And, yet.

(Truly, Nico has no idea how he climbed up by himself.)

Thankfully, they make it to the soft lawn in one piece. Will stumbles into a hydrangea bush the second he lets go of the lattice. Nico lands with much more grace, snickering.

“This house hates me,” he whispers, pouting. There are several blue flower petals tangled in his hair; Nico decides not to tell him. “Like, actively.”

“You and me both.”

They sneak quickly across the lawn once Will’s upright again, booking it to Nico’s Jeep. Will takes their bags, tossing them in the back, then slides behind the massive, creepy gargoyle-thing that sits between the garage doors as Nico opens the driver’s door as quietly as physically possible. Once he’s seated, he glances over at Will, waiting for his signal — hand held up in wait, four seconds, five, six — then a rapid shooing motion, eyes trained at the security camera. Fast as he can, Nico shifts into neutral without starting the car, craning his neck to watch out the back window as he peels out of the driveway and onto the street. Once safely behind the massive pine tree that marks the edge of the property, he parks, turning the car on and wincing at the noise.

Two minutes later, Will comes barrelling down the driveway, nearly tripping over untied shoelaces.

“I fucked up, they totally saw me, go go go go go!”

Nico doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s in drive and racing down the empty street before Will has the door closed.

After long enough down the narrow roads he is sure nothing has followed them, Nico exhales. Will echoes him, slumping into the creaking leather, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. Nico drives, headlights dim, no streetlights to make anything brighter, until their pounding hearts no longer outroar the wind, until sweat cools to as cold as it can be this far south.

Nico squints into the empty road. If a deer jumps out, they're fucked.

“So,” he says, forgoing his blinker as they turn onto familiarly torn-up roads. There is no one else at this hour. And the woods on either side of the road are a farce, hardly more than a copse of trees — nothing but farmland for hundreds of acres. No risk of death by Cervidae, thank God. Not that they know what blinkers are. “Running away?”

“There’s a rest stop an hour or so east,” Will says, face buried in a map. “We can sleep there and keep going in the morning.”

Go where, Nico wants to ask. He taps his finger on the steering wheel, chewing on his lip.

“Okay,” he relents. Will sighs, quick and quiet. “You gotta direct me, though. And, I swear to God, if you get us lost again, Solace —”

And Will laughs, finally, and it’s small and stilted and there are still tears drying on his cheeks, but it’s real, and stars shine brighter, brighter, brighter.

The two hours to the rest stop pass quickly. Nico is used to long drives, and thankfully he’d filled up a couple days ago, so all he worries about is staying awake and watching for cops. There shouldn’t be any, really, because he’s been the only car on this road the entire time, but Nico isn’t going to chance it. Not again. (He doesn’t have Piper to talk them out of trouble, this time, although Will could possibly manage the task.) 

(Maybe.) 

(Well, it didn't work last time, but never say never.)

“How prepared are we to run away?”

Will is quiet for several long, telling moments.

“Well,” he says finally, and Nico sighs. “I think there’s still blankets and pillows in the trunk from last time.”

“Christ alive, William.”

“It’s June! We’re – sheltered! We’ll be fine.”

“Christ alive, William.”

“Oh, can it.”

He bites his tongue, grinning. He doesn’t actually mind – it is June, and they have blankets, and they're certainly not going to succumb to the elements in the Jeep. Will, too, is like a goddamn space heater; if anything, they’ll wake up in the morning with the windows fogged. 

“I suppose I’ll manage,” he says, watching with interest as a flash of bare skin as Will leans over the seat, sweatshirt riding up his arched back as he digs around for the blankets. He turns back right before Will does, huffing dramatically. “Since there are no other options.”

He fully expects the pillow to the face.

“You’re a dickhead.”

“Dickhead with a license and a vehicle, Sunny Boy, so maybe count your blessings.”

“...Lou Ellen has a car. So there.”

Nico snorts, thinking of the piece of shit Bug that broke down for the twelfth time this year in her driveway, earlier this week. Likely story.

“And, yet.”

“And, yet,” Will agrees, voice significantly softer. He’s fully burrowed in his blanket when Nico looks over; seat reclined as far as it’ll go so he can curl up, knees to chest, all six two of him compressed to something small, delicate. The pillow smushes half his face, and the blanket is pulled up to his nose, and Nico swallows, roughly, because his eyes are bright in the moonlight, and his hair fans, frizzy and damp, slightly, out onto the pillow, and Nico doesn’t need to be a poet to compare his freckled forehead to the starry sky. There is a fragility in him, one he keeps firmly locked inside the deepest parts of him, and as Nico watches it he can see it spilling, pouring, bleeding out of him. In the car, in the dark, in front of Nico. “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight,” Nico says hoarsely. 

By the time he gets the courage to look at Will again, his eyes are already closed, breaths slow and even.

———

“Neeks. Neeks. Nico. Hey, Thanatos. Anubis. Gerard Way. Eddie Cullen."

Jab. Jab. Jab.

God, Nico is going to end up in prison.

“I got more, man, I made a list –”

“Will you stop fucking poking me,” Nico hisses, peeking out from his blankets to glare at his aggressor. He regrets it immediately, hissing harder as the sun burns his retinae.

He can feel Will smiling. “Up and at ‘em, Sunshine. It’s road trip time.” He pauses. “And, also, I’m starving. I packed granola bars for us but I ate them all already. Sorry.”

“Fucker.” Reluctantly, he tugs the blanket fully off, sitting upright and stretching his arms above his head. His back cracks satisfyingly. “Don’t suppose you know where the nearest Dunkin’ is, then.”

“Uh, no.” He looks back to find Will’s eyes snapping back to his, face flushed. “We’re just outside of Arcadia, though? So. I’m. Sure there’s one –”

“Are you good?” Nico asks, squinting. “It’s too early for you to be a weirdo, Will, it’s only –” He checks his watch. “Oh, you motherfucker, it’s like six thirty in the morning! Why the hell are we awake?”

“Road trip!” he says. His face, no longer all screwed up and blotchy, returns to its usual blinding beam. 

Great. Now there are two things trying to blind him.

“C’mon, you dork,” Will says again, laughing. He tugs the blanket from Nico’s grip, tossing it haphazardly in the back and pestering him until he scowls, biting out a “Fine, you prick, Jesus,” and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

He’s still not all the way awake, but he dutifully sits up, buckling his seat belt and starting the car. “Nav,” he mutters, tuning out Will’s chatter.

He loves the guy, but, fuck. It’s six thirty in the goddamned morning. He hasn’t seen six thirty in the morning in a long ass fucking time – even before he graduated at the end of May, he was late to homeroom every single day, without fail. Six thirty is an absurd time to be awake. 

“Left here, straight for a bit, and it’ll be on the corner.”

“You’re pointing to the right,” Nico says, patiently, not bothering to fight the smirk cropping up on his face. "Am I turning right or left?"

This, he’s used to.

“I meant right,” Will sulks. “...I said right in my brain.”

“Sure,” says Nico generously, grin widening.

“Fuck off.”

“What? You try very hard, Will. I’m very proud of you.”

“Choke.”

“Few more years, and you’ll be caught up to the kindergarteners.”

“That’s it, di Angelo –”

He laughs, batting away Will’s smacking hands. “Hey! Hey! No hitting the driver, do you want me to crash –”

By the time Will is done trying to beat him up, Nico has long spotted the sad-looking Dunkin’ Donuts, pulling into the empty parking lot and peering inside.

“Is it even open?” he asks, frowning. The lights are on, but it looks…more soulless than usual, somehow.

“Yep,” Will chirps, clicking off his seatbelt. “The chain opens at five. There's a location in Omaha that's open at 4:30, but as far as their policy goes, five is go time.”

“Nerd.”

“It’s okay, Nico. I’ll stay friends with you even if you get dumber than you already are.”

He grins wickedly. “Least I know my lefts and rights.”

He cackles when Will slams the door, stomping to the Dunkin’s entrance. He’s not really mad – he gets quiet when he gets mad – but it’s good to know that he’s won. (Not that it’s hard. Will is witty, sure, and wicked smart, but his buttons are just a smidge too easy to press. Great fun for Nico, who has raging ADHD and could not resist the allure of a shiny red button if it was going to blow up the Earth with him on it.)

Will is nowhere to be found when Nico gets inside, so he assumes he’s in the washroom and walks up to the counter to make their order. A bored girl a couple years younger than him flips a magazine behind the register, nodding as he comes up.

“I’ll have a black coffee and a…” He squints. “God. A butter pecan swirl signature iced latte.”

“With whipped cream and caramel drizzle?”

Nico sighs, resisting the urge to physically wince. “Yes.”

“Anything else?” says the girl, smile pulling at her lips. “I can put sugar in a cup to go, if you want.”

“He’d probably take that, too,” he agrees, snorting. “But nah. Just a couple breakfast sandwiches, if you don’t mind.”

“‘Course.”

She rings him up, letting him know it’s gonna take a minute as the machines boot up. He wanders while he waits, curiously observing a wall of what appears to be scrawled pencil graffiti. Nothing talented, but he has to fight the urge to walk out to the payphone he saw outside and call a few of the numbers, just to see what would happen. 

“Hey,” Will says, startling him. He’s changed his shirt and tied his hair back, looking a million times better than last night. Nico vaguely notices a sudden ease in his own shoulders.

“Hey.”

“D’you order for us?”

“Got you your morning milkshake monstrosity, don’t worry.”

Will grins. “Drinking black coffee doesn’t make you cool.”

“It does, actually. At any given time I am forty-seven percent cooler than you. More, if you’re wearing cargo shorts.” He glances down. “It’s a forty-nine percent day, apparently.”

“Go wash your face,” Will laughs, shoving him. “I’ll get the food, then we can look at the map.”

He doesn’t take nearly as long as Will did. He brushes his teeth, splashes water on his face, decides his hair looks awesome the way it is (of course he didn’t forget a brush, why would he be a big enough dumbass to forget a brush and also more than one pair of socks) and walks back out. He finds Will tucked in a booth in a corner, chewing on a pink straw, eyeing the ridiculously thick atlas he forced Nico to buy and keep in his car the day he got his license intently.

“So,” he says as Nico approaches, handing him his coffee, “I did some math.”

Nico notices a napkin scrawled with ink that he could not read even if he wasn’t dyslexic.

“Geek.”

Will chucks his balled up straw wrapper at him. “We can go five hours-ish on a full tank of gas, and you’re a bit above a half tank, so we got maybe three hours before we need to stop.” He circles a little dot about a quarter way into the state, letters too small for Nico to read. “And since going anywhere near Orlando in the summer is asking to stick us in bumper-to-bumper traffic, that puts us in Anthony.”

“I did not know there was a town named Anthony,” Nico says sagely. “That’s a shit name for a town, if I’m being honest.”

WIll shrugs. “Welcome to Florida. Anyways. Want me to drive? You drove last night.”

“Barely,” Nico dismisses, waving his hand. He likes driving – it’s just scattered enough that he doesn’t get antsy. It’s being a passenger that kills him, although he’s sure they’ll switch on the way back so he can rest. “I’ll drive.”

“‘Kay.”

Will turns his attention back to the map, tapping his pen against the table in between bites of his breakfast sandwich. Every so often he returns to the napkin, scribbling something down and making little hums of concentration. 

Nico begins to notice the route he’s drawing extends a ways past state lines.

“So,” he says carefully, eyes trained on his best friend. “Running away.”

Will tenses, again, at the mention of it, although this time there is a set to his jaw, a stubborn spark in his eye. Good.

“Road trip,” he corrects. “It’s our last summer, Nico. I turn eighteen in a couple months, and then…” He taps his pencil against the edge of the table. Nico waits out the silence, seven seconds, eight, nine. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? One last huzzah, road trip around the nation, or whatever?”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Did you happen to tell your mother about this road trip?”

Will shrugs. “I left a note.”

Nico hums. “Sounds an awful lot like running away. I would know. I’ve been picked up by social services in three separate states.”

“Road trip,” Will corrects again, chin lifted. 

Nico decides to let it go for now.

“Road trip,” he agrees. Will looks at him gratefully. “Where to?”

“That defeats the point of a road trip.” He closes up the atlas, looking at Nico like it’s obvious. “Duh. Journey, not the destination, et cetera, et cetera.”

Privately, Nico bets that by tomorrow, Will be be restless and guilty and they will be on their way home. Outwardly, he says, “You have seen a truly disgusting amount of movies,” and Will laughs, and Nico follows him to the Jeep, and knows, as he always does, that he will follow him regardless; across the world, across the country, even back to Shit Fuck, Florida.

———

next chapter

[j4ystar]

the exit — park sunghoon

➞ sunghoon x gn!reader

➞ figureskater!au idol!au

➞ synopsis : sunghoon, your ex boyfriend, claims that he is over you yet he finds himself keeping up with your skating career three years after you break up. he figures that watching your competition will help him find closure.

➞ angst??????????

➞ word count : 3.7k

➞ tw : nothing i dont think, lmk if im missing anything

ᓚᘏᗢ aj — life makes my head hurt

there are several videos of sunghoon skating online for most of enhypen’s fans to watch. including the videos posted of sunghoon and his former pair, y/f/n, aka you. despite sunghoon moving on from skating and becoming an idol, you remained on the ice. moving on and leaving korea to train in canada. moving on and becoming a famous competitive skater to represent south korea in just a few years, even making it to the olympics to compete at such a young age. moving on with a different partner. his fans sometimes refuse to believe that he competed in a pair with someone at your level, often engenes wondered if he remained a skater, would he be competing in the olympics with you. 

sunghoon was admittedly watching your competition videos in his room, at night, with a blanket draped over him and the screen brightly illuminating his face. fans commented on his lives often, bringing it up on weverse. asking if he still keeps in touch with you, even asking for collabs like that of his collab with cha junhwan, another one of his former skating friends. 

in reality, it had hurt sunghoon to be reminded of you everywhere he went even two years after he stopped. he loved skating, even if by the end he wasn’t happy on the ice anymore. if there was one thing about being on the ice that made him happy, it was going through everything with you. the one truth suspended from enhypens fans was the fact you and sunghoon used to date. his last competition before he left for iland concluded with an outstanding gold medal for the best skating pair award, along with the gut wrenching feeling of having to tell you that he was going to be leaving and quitting skating to pursue his dream of becoming an idol.. not to mention the break up that he was in in tears after telling you. you couldn’t even be upset that he was leaving either, you respected his decisions even if that meant you two were going to be apart. if becoming an idol was truly what he wanted to do then how could you possibly get mad at him for that? the break up was understandable, yet messy, something not uncommon for two teenagers navigating their first relationship. if something tore him apart, it was probably that he was parting ways with both his first loves. 

he was wondering if you were watching him through a screen the same way he was with you. he’d watch you glide across the ice and perform tricks that his 12 year old self couldn’t imagine doing. he’d watch as your long time assigned partner would get to be with you 24/7, how their hands would circle around your waist and holster you up on the ice with such effortlessness and grace. sometimes he wishes he could say that that should’ve been him. but he feels different now, he’s no longer the figure skater that he once was, he was sunghoon from enhypen. 

sunghoon rubs his eyes, tired, he had an early schedule in the morning yet here he was watching the videos he swore he would shut off when jay came in and scolded him for not resting yet. 

you were sunghoon’s number one fan and his biggest supporter when he began his training to become an idol. though it clashed with skating practices, you were understanding. then, he told you about his admission into the survival show, i-land, where he was hoping to debut to become an idol full time. meaning leaving you behind. you were upset at the time of the break up, any sane person would be. especially if you loved the person. you continued to support sunghoon throughout i-land, watching the show and voting for him. you remembered his mother calling you and asking you to write a letter for him to read, despite sending a letter for him to read, his reaction was not added to the aired episode and you assumed that the show had either cut out the reaction or the letter wasn’t added to the list of mail in the first place. you never bothered to ask. after his confirmed debut, you congratulated him, and after that, you left to go to canada where you would be training with junhwan, the other figure skater that you and sunghoon were friends with. you were so occupied with practice that your calls and texts to sunghoon lessened and soon halted entirely. 

in the earlier days, you would watch enhypen’s comebacks, even staying up at ridiculous hours just to watch the release. you would contemplate shooting sunghoon a text telling him about how his comeback was great but you never managed to garner the courage to actually send it to him. as the months pass, you are swarmed with practice and schooling. reports of you and sunghoon in the past are replaced with you and your new skating partner and it's plastered over every form of social media that you have. 

you return to south korea after two years of training abroad in canada. you continue practicing in the rink for hours, though now you are a student in yonsei university in seoul. you and your partner become aware of your eligibility to compete in the 2022 olympics in beijing. 

–

“i’m going to have y/n and sunghoon pair up for this next competition.” you and sunghoon’s eyes widen in unison, your coaches almost chuckle at the sight of dismay written all over your faces. even the other members in the club you were in were shocked that sunghoon was competing in a category outside of individuals. but for good reason. sunghoon had never ventured out of individual performances. sunghoon liked being alone, he had never performed with a partner before. he knew of you, he knew you were one level higher than him but you still qualified for the junior category your pairs skate would be judged under. you on the other hand, never switched partners before. sunghoon was in the practice block before yours, you would arrive 30 minutes earlier to get dressed and then stretch, in those 30 minutes you would watch sunghoon dance on the ice. you were enamored and spent more time gawking than stretching. though you were positive that he never knew. 

the other members of the club scattered, their respective coaches giving them more detail on the pieces that they were assigned to be doing. you and sunghoon still frozen and your coach standing in front of you with her clipboard in her arms. 

“i know you’re not used to it yet but we are just trying something new. we promise if this doesn’t end up working then we can switch you back after the competition.” she tells you two. you both nod shyly, your hands clasped behind your back.

an hour later, you and sunghoon take a break to get water and just rest. but it’s still incredibly tense. you were beginning to miss your old partner, the two of you had competed in multiple competitions together, wins tethering from between first place gold and second place silver. you were thinking that things really weren’t going to work out between you and sunghoon. 

“you know, it’s going to be really hard to win first place when we can’t even talk to each other.” you tell him. his back is turned to you as he sets his bottle down on the rink wall. he doesn’t say anything in response so you continue. “you want to win right?” you ask. sunghoon turns around to look at you. 

“of course i want to win.” he tells you blatantly. “then why don’t you talk to me? we can’t be like this if we are partners.” you place your hand on your waist and look at him expectedly. “i didn’t want to be partners.” you roll your eyes at the 15 year old boy. “and you think i wanted to be partners? i want park jihoon back.” sunghoon hates park jihoon. hate is a strong word, he doesn’t hate jihoon, he just mildly dislikes him. he’s loud and annoying, and he disrupts the peace in sunghoons head. 

“why?” 

“why?! i don't know, he’s better than you!” you want to raise your voice, but knowing the rink, voices are amplified in there. “no he’s not, i’m so much better.” sunghoon understands he is far too old to be acting like this but he was getting frustrated trying to convince you that park jihoon was a menace and the bane of his existence and that park sunghoon was the better skater, he’ll show you. 

you thought that your plan to talk to sunghoon had immediately backfired with how much sunghoon expressed that he hated your former partner. but it in fact did help you get closer. within the month leading up to the competition, you and sunghoon had gotten so much closer than you and jihoon ever were. you were sure that sunghoon was going to be going up a level after this because of how hard he was practicing. you would arrive to practice and sunghoon would already be there. 

what you thought was your last performance with sunghoon turned out to just be the very beginning. after getting first place during that competition, your coach asks if you guys want to stay partners for the next competition coming up and the two of you agree that you should remain partners.

–

sunghoon remembers watching your skating performance in beijing on his phone during his break while practicing in the dance studio. he remembers watching you go on for the competitive pairs category, and then the singles free skate. he watches through the camera that follows you as you explore the big rink. you’re smiling. a big, bright, vibrant smile. your smile makes his heart clench in a hot pain. you were always very particular when skating, something that made sunghoon initially ticked off and bothered at first but he realized that was what made you such a disciplined and perfect skater. you were so confident in your strides. despite being the other half of a pair, you always seemed to stand out more than your partner. he remembered that as teenagers, you told him you never feared getting injured because you were careless and naive as a child and that helped you lose the fear of falling and getting hurt. sunghoon probably witness your naivety while practicing more times than not. sunghoon thought that he wasn’t very confident, his coaches would often point out his lack of motivation and confidence, which to outsiders from the skating community may seem harsh and unnecessary jabs, but to sunghoon it was normal because you had to have confidence to survive in figure skating. 

–

“are you alright?” you immediately glide over to sunghoon as he currently takes a fall after not being able to complete a spin. sunghoon brushes your concern aside and gets up nodding. he swipes the ice shavings off his pants and tells you to run it back one more time. 

“i think we should take a break.” you tell him worriedly. sunghoon shakes his head. “i’m fine. we can keep going.” you sigh at his persistence. “we’re taking a break, i’m calling it.” you grab his hand and begin leading him towards the door of the rink. you jump onto the cushioned floor, sitting on one of the hockey players benches and tap at the seat beside you for sunghoon to sit down and join you. he follows your lead, sitting beside you but a fair inches apart. 

“have you been getting enough sleep lately? are you feeling alright?” you barely give him space to talk before placing the back of your hand against his forehead. sunghoon feels himself reddening. he wants to swat at you to stop and he wants to complain about you pushing your boundaries again. but he doesn’t say anything as he lets you continue on with your alleged prognosis. 

“you don’t have a fever, i don’t think you’re sick.” you conclude, sitting back down but continuing to look at him. he feels weak under your suspecting gaze. he doesn’t want you to think somethings wrong with him when obviously nothing is wrong with him. just the undeniable feeling of his stomach doing acrobatics and his heart racing whenever you get close. at first sunghoon thought that perhaps he has fallen ill. but why does that feeling only bubble up when you’re around, or whenever he thinks about you? when he lays in his bed at night and stares at his ceilings until you start coming up in his mind and then he goes to kick his duvet off because he becomes a blushing mess. or when he has to hold your hand in the routine and suddenly he has to keep letting go because he has to wipe his hand on his training sweater before grabbing your hand again. or when he instinctively brings his arms out whenever you attempt to do jumps just in case you hurt yourself when you fall. or times where he has to remind you to put your blade guards on because of the amount of times you’d forget and have to buy a new pair. or when he would be at school and you text him dumb pictures of yourself at school since you two attended different schools. or when both your parents would be late picking you up from practice so you would go buy snacks at a nearby store and just talk. 

sunghoon is 16 years old and he is sure that he has feelings for you. it's an indescribable fuzzy feeling that he can’t seem to get rid of. he shakes himself out of his small recollection of memories, his vision clearing and seeing you again, curiously looking at him, semi bundled up in your training gear. 

“do you want to go to the store after practice? my treat.” he suggests. though his knees are wobbling as he proposes the idea to you. you give him a confused look and then nod, looking away from him and out to the rink, watching the other skaters around. sunghoon sits and stares at you with a soft smile, breathing in and out deeply.

“you never treat me.” 

“just this once.” 

–

your nerves always spiked before competitions. like any sane person would. in the back of your mind, you’d always remember how sunghoon would talk you out of your nerves and it would work because he always knew what to say. somehow sunghoon would never show his anxiousness to you, he’d only help you overcome yours. 

you and your partner are warming up on the ice after the short intermission after the individual category had finished up. you and your partner were the first pair performing. as you’re skating around, as if it were another normal day in the arena. you look up to look amongst the people. your eyes scanning the bleachers promptly before returning to your warm up routine. 

sunghoon watches from the bleachers, hidden behind a cap and a mask. a bouquet of flowers and a penguin plush in his lap, he gently grips the paper covered stems with one hand and his other hand lays on his knee as he trains his eyes onto your figure. you practice some loops here and there, you mainly focus on stretching out your legs and making sure you can maintain your flexibility. you haven’t changed much, physically, you had grown a tad bit taller, your hair coloured remained the same colour it had been since you were younger. he understood there wasn’t much leeway with hair colours in the industry. neither of you were teenagers anymore.

as the performance started, the lights around the rink dimmed and were replaced with much softer lights, along with two spotlights, one for you and one for your partner. somehow you were even more graceful, your technique had improved drastically, there was no way you couldn’t improve when you train with former olympic champions. he watched as you and your partner danced so fluidly on the ice.

he hoped that coming here would finally give him closure. he confesses that he is not over you. not after three painful years of not talking. not after the break up that he initiated for his sake. as the performance comes to a close, you and your partner return to the center of the rink to collect hollers and praise from around the arena. cue the multitudes of flowers and plush toys being thrown onto the ice for the maintenance crew to clean after. sunghoon stands up, hoping that the height would give him an advantage of getting the bouquet and the plush of a penguin onto the rink, close enough to you, for you to see. 

you clasp your hand into your partners and bow gratefully for those who cheer your performance. you decide to pick a plush among the rest, eyes landing on a giraffe a few feet away and skating over to grab it. as you come closer to it, a stuffed penguin bounces its way over to you and slides just by the tip of your skates. there is a ribbon around its neck and a small card attached to it that has a name written on it. you tuck the giraffe under your arm before bending down and crouching to grab the penguin plush. 

the staff begin ushering you and your partner off the stage but you move with their prodding words. sunghoon’s name is written in black ink on the card and you look up in attempt to find the familiar face. your eyes land on someone standing on the bleachers, ready to get up and leave, he stares back at you, the flowers in hand, before stepping down the steps. 

you quickly skate off the ice, uncomfortably waddling down the hallway trying to reach the lobby where you think he would exit. as you round the corner and push the double doors open to expose the cold arena air conditioning air. you find who you think is sunghoon walking towards the door, flowers still in hand. 

“sunghoon?” 

sunghoon turns at the sound of your voice. a hand coming to his mask to pull it down. you’re still in your costume getup and so obviously freezing as the adrenaline from the performance starts to wear down. sunghoon begins peeling his jacket off, worried you would catch a cold when he knows that you can’t afford to miss a day of practice. you bring the plushie to your chest, hugging it tightly with both arms. he walks with fast steps, his jacket ruffling as he comes to drape it over your shoulders. 

–

you sat down on one of the benches outside the girls changing room, sunghoon stands in front of you, head down, occasional sniffles coming from him as he struggled to get the words out his mouth. you felt helpless, watching your boyfriend attempt to grapple with the words he needed to convey the news he dreaded telling you. 

your hand comes to grab his, your thumb rubbing over his skin as you patiently wait for sunghoon to voice out his thoughts. 

“i’m not gonna be skating for a while, i’m going to start focusing on becoming an idol… i feel it would best benefit us if we took some time apart from one another.” 

sunghoon begs you to say something through the painful silence it takes for you to comprehend what he has just said. he feels awful just dropping the bomb on you right there. a day so glorious, rewarding and memorable for the both of you was just ruined by his need to tell you. 

“i don’t know what to say… i’m really proud of you sunghoon.” sunghoon knew you would be understanding. he hated that you weren’t mad at him. he wished that you had yelled at him, told him you hated him, anything to break his heart even more, something to seal and confirm that you didn’t love him anymore. but you were just happy, smiling, supportive as per usual. he had counted on you to push him in his skating career since you two were kids, now that he was pursuing his idol career, you were still there supporting him. 

you tell him you’re a bit bummed out that he had to leave, that he thought breaking up would be the best idea because it would cause less pain on both ends. 

sunghoon still received the letter you had written to him when he was in i-land, he received it in the lunch box his parents sent him, though he didn’t read it until he was hidden way from the cameras and the other occupants of the house. tucked under his blanket in the shared room, he read your letter. for the first time in the show, for the first time in a while, he had cried. 

–

“hey.” 

you and sunghoon sit beside each other on the loveseat of the lobby lounge room. you still have his jacket over you, the penguin squished into your lap. 

“it’s been a while.” you start, he nods, you watch as he plays with his fingers. “why’d you come here?” you ask him, adjusting the ribbon tied around the penguin's neck. 

“i had to see you,” he admits quietly. “i… don’t understand.” you whisper back. he looks at you, eyes glassy. 

“i wanted to say that i’m sorry,” he breathes in deeply “because i never moved on from you. and i was the one who ended us in the first place. you made skating bearable for me, you made me happy and when we broke up i thought that i was doing alright until i continued to keep up with what you were doing and suddenly i started missing you.”

“but you don’t love me anymore?” 

sunghoon sits there, mouth agape for a moment, thinking as if he had to calculate an answer. 

“i’ll always love you.”

butterflies didn’t erupt, not like they used to. of course you still loved sunghoon. but you were two different people at this point. you had your entire career ahead of you and sunghoon was the same. 

[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️KELLY HEADCANONS✨️

If you dont know who Kelly is, go watch Season 3, Episode 1, "Rainforest Shmainforest." It's her only appearance, but I ship her with Kenny, so I made her have some more character depth. Like any character at all. Cuz she has one damn episode. And believe me when I say it was HARD.

• Kelly Grace Crowe

• She/Her

• Born on April 12th 2003

• 5'2"

• Straight

• Kelly lives in Laguna Beach, California. She and Kenny did intend to have a long distance relationship but her parents took away her phone privileges and she forgot his number eventually.

• She didn't want to get attached to Kenny, not because of the distance but because her parents don't actually allow her to date. Phone calls would make it harder to hide it as opposed to Kelly just sneaking out to see him if they were neighbors.

• She was very broken up about this and cried for months. She never stopped thinking about him which is why she was ecstatic when she was 17 and her parents said they were moving to Colorado and Kelly suggested/heavily pushed going to South Park specifically.

• Like most of South Park, Kelly is a Roman Catholic. Her family are very religious conservatives and with Kelly as their only daughter, her life growing up was generally pretty strict and sheltered. She wasn't allowed to date until she moved out, she had to keep her door open at all times, wear modest clothing, and couldn't consume any "inappropriate media". This of course included most TV shows, music, and movies for kids but were deemed "satanic" by the Crowe's.

• Kelly is very forgiving and kind so she never really hated her parents but once she finally got to move out and experience what she was missing, she began to resent them. Keep in mind, this is after she's overlooked years of their sexism, homophobia, and forcing her into Catholicism

• Listens to talk radio because they sound like "friends."

• Kelly has a bunch of tiny scars on her legs and arms because she's incredibly clumsy. She falls down the stairs at least twice a day.

• Ate age 10, she stopped picking her nose after she dug too hard and got a nose bleed.

• Loves to bake (mostly cookies) but she has a big sweet tooth and puts way too much sugar in her stuff.

• Very clingy, which is mostly from her lack of friends as a child. She gets attached fast and does NOT let go. I mean, she held onto Kenny for years even without contact.

• Listens to Taylor Swift, Gracie Abrahms, Ellie Goulding, and Carly Rae Jepson.

• The first Disney movie she was allowed to watch as a child was Tangled and since then was hooked on musicals.

• Amazingly good singer, she wants to be a popstar. She's not great at writing lyrics but she plays the guitar and has a 3 (almost 4) octave vocal range (Whitney Houston voice basically).

• Kelly was originally homeschooled until 2nd grade when she practically begged to be placed in public school after she was getting incredibly lonely and bullied by her neighbors.

• Cartman told her that Christmas was actually a pagan holiday and not originally about the birth of Jesus, and she had a mental breakdown.

• Still considers herself under the Catholic faith, but she isn't strict about it. She knows that as long as her heart is pure, she'll be fine, and the extra rules aren't necessary.

• Secretly likes Christian rock bands but still subconsciously thinks of rock as "demonic".

• Big sister to Karen she loves her so much. They hang out a lot, watching cartoons, baking together, making bracelets.

• Plays volleyball in her spare time. Sometimes, she plays baseball, she's a good swinger.

• Watches iCarly, Drake and Josh, and Victorious. She's a big Nickelodeon fan.

• Kelly and Cartman are friends solely because they're the only ones who really remember Kenny's deaths (aside from the Goths). Cartman remembers because Kenny's soul was in his body at one point ("A Ladder to Heaven", season 6, episode 12). Kelly remembers because she's the only one who actually saved him from dying.

• She didn't remember at first but after she reconnected with Kenny, she saved him again a few separate times. This soon caught the attention of the cult of Cthulhu and Satan himself. He decided to let Kelly remember Kenny's death. It wasn't any deep or important reason, he just thought it'd be funny.

• After she began remembering seeing her boyfriend get brutally murdered, Kelly was severely traumatized and started doing whatever she could to prevent him dying again.

• Addicted to the puppy dog Snapchat filters. Also just a dog person in general, she has 2 golden retrievers (the second one is Kenny lol)

• Eats peach flavored everything. Even the peach flavored kit-kats (they're disgusting but she likes them)

Could yall tell I fought tooth and nail to give her any sort of personality outside of Kenny 💀

i grew up with strict religious parents, so this was me projecting a lot. I made her a basic white Christian blonde (it just feels right, idk)

Alsooo I am writing a lil essay sorta about how I believe Kenny's immortality curse works and explanations about the inconsistencies, rules, etc etc. Prepare tho. It'll be long.

Stay safe, drink water, bye guys :)

[5t4r1uv3r]

♡︎༺ Let You Break My Heart Again ༻♡︎

☆ hi hi hi!! i bring another kyle piece :3. this one is inspired by let you break my heart again by laufey. she speaks for the hopeless romantics + those who experience unrequited love. which unfortunately kyle goes through a lot of. i definitely recommend listening to the song while reading!! would you guys like a second part to this inspired by her song valentine? as always feedback and advice are welcomed!!

warnings include: semi angst, unrequited love, heartbreak.

character: Kyle Broflovski

reader is gn!! 796 words ☆

☆ Pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course I’ll let you break my heart again ☆

Kyle Broflovski stared out his window, a piece of pie, a cup of coffee, and books littering his desk. He felt sick, maybe it was the late-night meal kicking in, maybe it was the thought of you. This had been a common occurrence over the years, harboring feelings for you since the fourth grade. He thought you were absolutely breathtaking, intelligent, and caring. You were unlike anyone from South Park, resembling an angel sent down from heaven. He’s watched your past relationships, coming to the conclusion that he would never be the one for you. Kyle compared himself to your past partners, noticing every little difference between the two of them. Believing that you would never have eyes for him, why would you? You were the best person in the world, and he was just himself. Over the years Kyle tried to distract himself with his studies, his friends, and even other people. His attempts to pursue other relationships failed time and time again, never feeling the love he felt for you. You two are very close, hanging out constantly, having almost an identical schedule, and being in the same circle of friends. Trying to fall out of love with the person who has played a large part in his life seemed impossible. No matter how many times he has tried to distance himself, Kyle is always drawn to you. He’s struggled and prayed to God but never seemed to be in Heaven’s grace. Kyle longed to be loved just as he loves you, a beautiful and passionate love that seemed to rival even the strongest love. 

Until that day arrived he continued to wish on stars, hoping that maybe you would one day be more than just friends. He wants to pretend that you could be lovers, dreaming that he could be yours. The two of you are young adults now, closer than ever before. Kyle has everlasting thoughts replaying in his mind, years of memories being evaluated, searching for clues that showed you could possibly return his feelings. Kyle was consumed by you, morning, afternoon, and night. You had a place in his heart that would forever be yours. The kindness he has received from you, he wasn’t lying when he thought you were like no other. You were always there for him, lending a shoulder to lean on during his toughest moments. Standing up for him when others were scared to, and being someone he could rely on through thick and thin. You were one of his dearest friends, not wanting to ruin the lifelong friendship you two have, he swallowed his feelings.

He didn’t want to risk losing you, even if you were to be only friends, he would accept that fate. However, he wondered if the two of you would ever be anything more. Exchanging songs with hidden meanings, late-night calls, and sunset views at Stark’s Pond. He looked for you in every aspect of life, finding your beauty in nature, in songs, in everything pure and light. 

He wished to tell you how he felt—wanting nothing more than for you to feel the same. Kyle is someone who feels every single bit of his emotions. The thought of being rejected and potentially destroying what the two of you had made me feel sick. He vowed to never let that happen, he preferred a broken heart. For you he would do anything, placing your emotions and well-being above his. This wouldn’t be the first time he has dealt with this situation, it seemed that unrequited love is the one for him. Kyle shed a tear, he didn’t want to cry. He knows he has to be strong, Yet he understands that feelings can become overwhelming. Kyle wonders if you have ever felt the same as him, being in love with a person who doesn’t seem to love you back. He wonders if you have ever cried over those emotions, he hopes you never go through that experience. 

You deserve to have someone love you with every ounce of their being, to have someone who would be there for you no matter what, someone who will appreciate you for everything you are. Kyle thought no matter how much he tries to fall out of you, the more he thinks about you, the deeper he falls. You take up all his mind, his being, and his heart. Kyle waits for the day his love for you ceases to exist, until then he’ll be lost in thoughts of you. Imagining a world, a timeline, and an alternate universe in which the two of you are more than friends. He is pretending that it’s a possibility. Until then, he’ll endure all the pain of heartache. Kyle will let you break his heart, again and again. 

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

where is kenneth

[thetruearchmagos]

The Commonwealth Calls

An Excerpt

So, I was having a think and reading some IRL military papers when I had an idea to write something for ol Gustav, who I haven't showed off in a very long time indeed. Hope it's halfway interesting!

Tagging @theprissythumbelina @caxycreations @hessdalen-globe @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @kckramer

It was well into the night by the time Gustav returned to his platoon, stepping out from the A Company staff car before it pulled away into the dark. He found his position exactly as he'd left it, his four Farriers parked in a semicircle in the shadow of a hill with camouflage netting cast all above them, and most of his troopers away in their fighting positions. A handful of crew members tended to their machines, or caught what sleep they could, and in the centre of it all a conclave of his squad leaders and sergeants were gathered around a long extinguished fire.

"Evenin', lieutenant," said Sergeant Amadi, handing him an open can of something warm, and a spoon. "What'd Captain Soucek have to say?"

"Well, nothing too bad, I don't think," Gustav replied, in between sips of the salty canned stew. Glancing to his left he saw that Corporal Korbl had finished with his 'map', really a patch of soil dug and carved up into a facsimile of the real terrain around them. Finishing the soup, Gustav stood, took up a stick from the dirt and got to his tired feet. Stepping towards the map he took a second to collect his memory of the company brief, and his own thoughts from the drive back.

"I'll start with the important news," Gustav began. "Regiment expects a large scale Ocrisian attack at some point in the next forty eight hours, and even odds it'll be in our sector, coming in west."

"We know the Ocks like to come in fast, so if they do come," he continued, "then I don't see them taking any other route than 'straight down the middle'. An attack running up from the south's less likely, but I wouldn't put it past them."

He turned to Sergeant Amadi. "Sarge, what's the status on our defences?

"We've finished digging the fighting pits close on the hill," answered the platoon sergeant, stroking his chin. "But you'll get to sight the forward positions before we start with them."

Gustav nodded slowly. He'd only gotten a brief look at the terrain before leaving for the brief, but had the image of the ground picture-perfect in his head ever since.

"Well," he eventually started, turning to his section leaders one by one. "Sergeant Miho, I want you to take Diaz's section, and your track, dig in well on those hills south of the road, and make ready to take an attack coming out the woods in the flank. Take two of our missile launchers, Olsson, your lot'll dig in at the base of the hill on either side of the road with the third launcher. And Khristov, I want your boys to help Olsson's dig in, but I'm holding your track here, in reserve."

Pausing to check his watch, Gustav mentally ran back every word he'd just said against his thoughts, and found he'd said all he'd meant to.

"Alright, that's all I've got. Remember that we've got a platoon of armtracks on these heights, too, and with them I think we're pretty well set. Any questions?"

There were a few, and Gustav went through them all in turn. After receiving a backbrief from each of his corporals, Gustav left them to their work under the watchful eye of his sergeants.

And went to catch some sleep.

------

Gustav wasn't surprised when he found out his forty-eight grace period was more optimistic than not. The report came over the tactnet at five the next evening.

"Attention all, Topaz reports enemy advance in brigade strength, clear on," came Captain Soucek's crisp voice, referring to the battalion's lookouts stationed well ahead of their positions. Gustav swallowed dryly, and tried to split his attention between the transmission and scanning the darkening terrain from the cupola of his track.

His vehicle was parked turret-down behind a rise near the base of the hill, and to his right he could just about make his reserve track, Lance Corporal Ntawa's, similarly obscured. He knew Miho's group had already made themselves comfortable on the low wooded hill, but they were entirely hidden within their holes and under camouflage. Finally, though they were out of sight, he had no doubt that Sergeant Amadi and Corporal Olsson were getting their troops ready.

Good, good...

"What was that, sir?"

"Nothing, Simge," he replied, glancing down to his gunner. The young private nodded slowly, peering through his sights.

The attack began, of course, with a furious shelling, as batteries on both sides exchanged fire. In the distance, over the treetops, Gustav could make out gouts of flame and rising smoke plumes where Commonwealth artillery landed amidst the oncoming columns, and nearer to him shells came down like cast seeds across the slope. Gustav was gratified to see that little of it came anywhere close to his platoon; his pains at concealment had paid off, he guessed, and took it as a good sign.

"All callsigns, this is Hunter-Lead." Captain Soucek's voice returned, and finished just as quickly. "Two companies coming down Route Eight-One-One, armtracks ahead and infantry behind. Clear on."

That meant they were coming 'right down the middle'. Gustav was relieved. The dense woods ahead of him would leave the enemy little room for creative manoeuvring, which was another blessing.

When the first enemy vehicle entered his sight it took Gustav a moment to notice it, a small wheeled vehicle at the very edge of the treeline.

Then, with a thundering growl that echoed up the hill three tracks in column charged down the road, and the moment they cleared the woods fanned out in a line abreast with cyan shields flickering. They carried on down and another trio followed, then a pair of armtracks after that, all fanning out and pressing in parade perfect formation. Slighter tracks, the armoured carriers, filed in behind the wedge they formed, and Gustav noted they didn't pause for a second to dismount infantry.

When the last of the tracks passed west of the crossroads, the first shot of the evening was fired.

A flash lit up from the hill, and a split second later a penetrator dart punched a neat hole through the drivers hatch of the track at the tip of the wedge. The detonation flung the beast's turret spinning into the air even as two more shots reached out from the dark, one missing by a hairs breadth and another tearing a track's treads to ribbons.

There was nothing for Gustav to do but watch. Half of the surviving enemy tracks fired scattered shots into the black heights, kicking up dirt but not much else, while the rest thundered past their burning comrades. The furthest forward barely made it twice its length before a blazing missile gouged into its right side well past what its shield covered. Fire blew from its hatches, its burning carcass careening off the road as a second missile raced north and turned the scout in the woods to scrap. Unexpected, but Gustav made a mental note to commend his crews for their initiative.

The tracks on the hill fired as fast as their loaders could feed them, and as they'd all rehearsed targeted the tracks that were running down the road instead of the ones firing on them. Hits to their thin sides from the north and the south soon reduced the three armtracks to one, while a missile from the west tore a following infantry carrier and its living cargo to shreds.

Its comrades wisened up, though, and soon shifting shapes bundled out into the dark by the dozen. Half of them and their tracks flowed on either side of the road and surged towards the hill, and Gustav prayed Amadi's lot could hold them at bay.

The rest turned south to close the distance, cannons and machine guns blazing against the hill which roared back in reply. They had the dark and well sighted defences on their side, but one track and seven bodies against half a company were bad odds. Gustav watched, and waited until his targets were dead ahead of him.

Showtime.

"Sickle-One-Four, Lead, follow me!" Gustav barked into his headset, then "driver, forwards and turn us north!" In the back of his mind, he was surprised at the nerves that leaked into his words.

The two tracks turned out of cover with every weapon blazing. Already cannon and missile had knocked out a pair of tracks, but another two joined them in seconds. Simge walked his fire from one transport to another, the enemy still to stunned to turn, while Gustav fired the pintle machine gun on his cupola at any infantry still standing. All the world beyond the sights of his gun disappeared, and before Gustav knew it he was ordering 'driver, advance' and charging running men with their backs turned.

"Driver, halt!" he started, dragging himself back into focus. Ahead of him the attack had shattered, but he knew how dangerous infantry in the dark were. Fire still poured from his two tracks as he fought the deafening noise for his thoughts, bringing his low-lights to his eyes to scan the ground.

"Driver, reverse and swing us right," he eventually ordered, and they backed up and drove behind Ntawa's towards the main road before the latter turned to follow. With his section on the hill safe, Gustav's attention turned towards the main show.

The road was like a slice of hell. Fires beyond count burned furiously into the black sky, belching smoke and fumes. Wind blew south down the clearing, and the smell of diesel stung his nose. Raising a hand to his eyes, Gustav looked up and down the road, taking it in.

"Driver, take us up the hill," he said, then switched to the platoon net. "Good shooting, folks. Sound off."

"Five walking wounded and one unconscious," Amadi answered, his voice a grey neutral. "I've sent all but two of them back up the road, and Khristov's section with a dozen prisoners. And we're all out of missiles, clear."

"We're empty too," Miho chimed in," and I've got three wounded. Stabilised, but I need to get them out, clear."

"Understood. Miho, mount up and get back to the assembly area, and get your wounded out of here. Amadi, we're coming up the road, so watch your damn fire!" he finished, and could hear the other man's smile.

He switched over to the company wide frequency, pausing a second to wave at the dark heights above him and the armtracks hidden somewhere up there.

"Hunter, this is Sickle-One-Lead, clear."

"Sickle-One, Hunter-Lead, we hear your," came Soucek's reply, only a little more haggard than before. "Sickle-One, Hunter-Two, no more follow-up expected in your sector, but get ready to move. The attack is ongoing up north, prepare to drive up Route Seven-One-Six when able. What's your status?"

"Hunter-Lead, Hunter-Two," began the armtrack platoon leader's voice, "we're low on main gun ammunition and need a restock."

"Hunter-Lead, Sickle-One, we need resupply as well, and I'm still clearing out our wounded and some prisoners."

"Understood, all. You'll have resupply waiting for you north of the river with the rest of the company. Sickle-One, how long do you think you need?"

A lot longer than you'll give, Gustav thought darkly.

"We can start moving in five if we leave some of our dismounts behind, or fifteen if we don't."

A short pause held.

"Alright, I'm sending the HQ troops to handle the prisoners and casualties, try and get yourself ready to move in ten."

"Clear on, Hunter-Lead," Gustav let out. He groaned. It was looking like a long night.

[kennethsmccormicks]

i haven’t watched city part of town in a long time and i had forgotten kenny fights randy. king.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Jane Fonda (Barbarella, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park)—Feminist icon, LGBTQ+ rights activist since the 70s, Civil Rights and Native American rights advocate, environmentalist… she really is THE woman ever

France Nuyen (South Pacific)—Her film debut was In Love and War (1958) and in the same year she was in South Pacific in which she played Lait. She was nominated for this role at the Golden Globes as New Star Of The Year in 1959 and at the Laurel Awards for Golden Laurel - Top Female New Personality She often played romantic leads in films set during wars. I also think she just had the most beautiful smile.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jane Fonda:

" I assume she's already been submitted but I gotta make sure. I think there's an element to movies like Barbarella or her segment of Spirit of the Dead of those having been directed by her husband, who famously made movies about her being hot, and the incredible costume design also helped, but good lord. Look at her"

"She was so pretty, dear lord! She was and still us stunning. She’s great at comedy and drama."

"Shes so hot im so gay for me i will let her hit me with hers car"

"Gorgeous and also still getting arrested at climate protests, which is sexy behavior"

"Watching her in Barefoot in the Park seriously made me, a straight woman, question things"

"PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH"

"Her vibes in these movies are so interesting because she, the daughter of an Old Hollywood star, went on to make both poignant dramatic movies and the some of the silliest things you've ever seen but even in the silly space adventures and sexploitations there's always this undeniable gravitas to her. It's like she's able not to take herself very seriously but at the same time never stops having this grace and elegance and makes it all work together. And she's always been very politically active which is also sexy. Her famous mugshot is from 1970 so right at the cutoff mark but come on"

France Nuyen:

[nerdgasmnoire]

Nerdgasm Noire 56: It's the End of the Year as We Know It

0:01:44: NXIVM: The Vow

0:02:34: Leah Remini: The King of Queens star sues Church of Scientology

0:03:30: The Truth About Jared Leto's Bizarre Cult - Camp Mars

0:04:34: NXIVM: Allison Mack, Grace Park and Other Actors Recruited by the Cult

0:06:15: What Is Gemini? Everything You Should Know About Google's AI Tool

0:07:51: Terminator

0:09:30: Fake Luigi Mangione Alibis - Know Your Meme

0:10:06: Supreme Court Will Hear TikTok Ban This Week—Here’s What To Expect

0:11:46: Slightly High Historian

0:12:00: Glitter & Greed: The Lisa Frank Story

0:12:40: Annie (2014)

0:15:16: Here's why YouTube's bugging you about your age

0:20:34: This year has been exhausting!

0:22:12: France and Germany falter as Trump presidency looms

South Korea’s President Declared Martial Law

Syrian rebels topple Assad who flees to Russia in Mideast shakeup

Gaza is still happening

France’s Prime Minister was kicked out

Trudeau says 'not a snowball's chance in hell' Canada will join US

0:28:16: Rebekah Weatherspoon on TikTok

0:30:29: The Move Bombing

0:31:00: Here's why all your streaming services cost a small fortune now

0:31:55: Fav media of the year 

Homicide: Life on the Street

Copaganda

Diablo

Dropout TV

This Ravenous Fate

The Rise of YA Fiction and Why It's so Important

X-Men 97

Interview with the Vampire

Agatha All Along

The Penguin 

The Batman 2002

Alligator Bites Never Heal 

GNX

Hiss

0:43:19: Nicki Minaj is in debt

0:44:37: Lil Wayne & The Superbowl

0:46:12: Watch Beyoncé Bowl | Netflix Official Site

0:50:41: BoxLunch

0:52:34: Was Luigi Mangione Charged With Terrorism While the Buffalo Supermarket Shooter Was Not?

  0:54:04: Ryan Murphy Defends ‘Monsters’ Against Erik Menendez Criticism and Backlash Over Homoerotic Brother Scenes: ‘We Had an Obligation to Show All of That’

0:55:24: Divorce in the Black

0:56:20: Jonathan Majors and Megan Good are engaged.

0:56:49: Jim Brown was a monster

0:59:45: Meagan Good on Eyebrow Tattoos

1:00:46: Wicked

1:05:08: What we’re thankful for

1:10:03: Where to find your hosts! 

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[officialparentofadrien]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔

𝖬𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 @vespersposts 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, [𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑠✘] !!

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋: 𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗈 𝖳𝖾𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝗑 𝖸𝗈𝗎!! (𝖦𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅)

The poem is from "The Physics of Love" by Kim In-Yook

The sun's rays fell gently as they showed their shine, reflecting on the pavement of Tokyo on a Sunday morning. There was a small breeze slightly kissing your cheek as you hear the scattered chatter amongst the locals and the children of the town happily singing as they played with their friends.

The young man had one plan today, and that was to take Nigou out for a walk. Things had gone south when the puppy somehow bit off his leash and ran off while Kuroko was chatting with Takao, who he saw at the park watching his little sibling.

Kuroko did not notice this, too immersed in his conversation with the hawk-eyed player. He bid goodbye to his friend and went to look at his feet where he thought Nigou was, waiting patiently for him to finish his conversation but instead, he was met with a chewed-off end of the leash and no pup in sight.

He hurriedly looked around the area for a sign of the Alaskan malamute puppy but found him nowhere.

Meanwhile, you were sitting at a bench at the local park, a book in your hand as you casually enjoyed the morning breeze and the soft sunlight. From time to time, you would flip to the next page, carefully reading each and every word, immersing yourself in the world within the pages.

All of a sudden, small footsteps tapping against the bench's wooden material tore your attention away from the paragraph you were reading as your eyes met blue ones. Your eyes softened as you examined the puppy, determining if it would bite you or not by holding a hand out.

To your surprise, it started licking your fingers as you let a few giggles slip out of your lips. The puppy snuggled beside you as if asking you to read to him, resting his head on your lap.

You smiled before reading the words out loud, your voice as soft as a flower's petal.

"The Physics of Love," You started, "Mass is not proportional to volume. A girl as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me toward her with more force than mass,"

Your hand unconsciously found its way to pet the pup's head, stroking it gently and unbeknownst to you, his owner stood, just a few feet away from you as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

You were just about the most beautiful person he's ever seen. Your hair fell just right, your movements were so graceful and the sunlight shone down on you just right, making you look like some kind of angel. You were, by no means, wearing anything extravagant. But to him as far as he was concerned, this beautiful stranger could be wearing the grandest of fabrics or be in their sweats but his perception of them would not change.

He took a few steps closer, giving him the chance to hear your voice. Soft like honey, reading out the words written on the page, "Just then, like Newton's apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her," You paused, "with a thump."

"My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground." "It was my first love,"

The presence of a second voice made you look up from your book as the puppy beside you stood up and ran towards him.

"Oh hello," You greeted him with a soft smile.

Kuroko was more than happy to return the kind greeting, a soft smile of his own appearing on his lips, "Hi, I'm sorry for interrupting you. And my dog if he bothered you,"

You shook your head, giggling slightly, "No, don't worry... He's a sweetheart. My day's bound to take a turn for the better thanks to him."

"I...I didn't know that you read this book. I don't often meet anyone who's read this book." You continued, getting shy under his gaze.

Kuroko chuckled, "So have I... My friends aren't much of a bookworm so it's just me."

Your cheeks heat up, smiling as you say, "𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎,"

"Name-Last Name"

"Kuroko Tetsuya"

You shared a coffee that day, exchanged numbers and as you go back home, book pressed against your chest, you smiled with heat dancing in your cheeks, hoping that this meeting will blossom into something beautiful.

[oldwritingm]

hihi!! Can I get a Stan Marsh X fem! reader whos really quiet but also opinionated on a million things BUT she can't talk about it cause nobody ever bring up feminism in a normal conversation.?

Of course dearest! Sorry this came out a little short ^^"

Word count: 542

South Park - Stan With a Quiet but Opinionated Reader

Stan was scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he reclined on your bed. You were on your own phone next to him with your legs stretched out across his lap. You had both been quiet for a while now, but silence was never uncomfortable between you two. Especially because you weren’t a particularly talkative person, and neither was Stan. So, whenever you were together, you frequently looked just like this: silent, just basking in each others’ presence.

You were scrolling through a particularly outrageous thread of posts on social media. With each post you read, you could feel anger turning in your stomach like a ball of hot lead. You couldn’t believe how ignorant this person was being, and it wasn’t long until you reached your breaking point.

“Idiot,” you grumbled.

Stan looked up. “Who?”

“Not you,” you shook your head, eyes locked on your screen. “This ignorant buffoon. I mean, he’s clearly just babbling. Had he done any real research, he wouldn’t be saying this stuff.”

Curious at your unusual passion, Stan moved over so you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. You handed him your phone, letting him scroll through the posts himself.

“I mean, he’s the reason why people are so uneducated. They see posts like that and they’re totally misled! I can’t even blame them, really. I can only blame the greedy misers who push this stuff.”

Stan was glancing between the phone and you. He was far more interested in what you were saying, but he pretended to be reading. “I see what you mean.”

“And nobody ever brings it up! How are we supposed to correct people who actually buy this garbage if we don’t talk about it in real life?”

“That does make things difficult.” He put the phone down, cocking his head as he turned his full attention to you. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about this.” Or about anything. She’s so quiet…

You shrugged, taking back your phone. “Like I said, no one brings it up.”

“Is there anything else like that? Stuff that gets you all riled up?” He was eager to see more. That passion in your eyes was captivating. He smirked as an expression of gratitude passed over your face.

“One second. I have some posts saved.”

You spent hours ranting to him about your opinions. Frankly, your attention to detail was impressive; your viewpoints were foolproof. Clearly you’d spent a lot of time ruminating over these things. And researching. You seemed to know everything about both sides of the argument, and you expertly dismantled the opposition. 

“You should join the debate team or something.”

You blinked, turning a little red in the face at the mere idea. You shook your head.

“I’m serious. You’re, like, amazing. I’ve seen politicians with less tact.”

A new passion lit in your eyes. “That’s another thing. So many politicians are so ignorant these days. And why? Because they’re all old men stuck in the 1700s.”

Stan snorted, gearing up to listen to yet another rant. A small smile graced his lips as he watched you ramble. This side of you was undeniably attractive.

No one brings this stuff up, you say? He thought to himself. Well, maybe I’ll have to start doing just that. 

Thank you for the request, and thank you for reading! Take care little starlights <33

(divider by saradika)