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cackling evilly as I introduce my friends with raging voice kinks to the countdown ending

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crossing enemy lines -connor bedard-

part 2: while in colorado

nhl players x platonic hughes sister

connor bedard x hughes sister

series masterlist

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y/nhughes | spending some much needed time at emerald lake ❤

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_quinnhughes hope you're having fun on your vacation 😊 | y/nhughes i am 😊 thanks for the gift. ily ❤

user13 are you in bc or colorado?? | y/nhughes colorado & i love it here 😊

calemakar_ what do you think? | y/nhughes it's so beautiful 😍 thank you for tagging along 😊 | calemakar_ my pleasure

user14 she's at emerald lake with cale? | user12 never knew they were friends but i love it | user14 friends or dating? | user12 who knows

mackinnon29 it's the most beautiful part of colorado, isn't it?

user15 this is such a beautiful view. i'm jealous

user16 quinn is the best brother 😭 | y/nhughes indeed he is 😊

user17 knowing that she's there with cale just unlocked a ship i didn't know i needed 😊❤ | user12 hottest new couple? 🤔 | user16 oh for sure 🔥

jamie.drysdale this is my new favorite picture 😍 | y/nhughes 🥰

user18 the fact that cale and y/n are both single, hot af, and hanging out together is absolutely perfect. need this to be real please | y/nhughes 😏

jackhughes i miss you 😔 | y/nhughes i'll be back soon

_connorbedard lovely view ❤

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y/nhughes | while i'm here, might as well visit my best friend for a few days ❤😊 i missed him so much honestly 😔 (and yes, he does put maple syrup in his stanley cup) tagged: calemakar_

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calemakar_ i love you so much ❤ | y/nhughes ditto!! 💕

user18 does anybody else believe y/n is extremely lucky? i mean she's got the 3 hottest brothers in the world and her best friend is extremely hot, maybe even hotter. not to mention that she's hot too. like, hand some luck to us too, love ❤

user12 i really didn't know that i needed this friendship to survive but holy cow. 2 beautiful people being friends? i love that shit

bboeser strange strange boy he is | y/nhughes you say boy like he's so much younger than you 😂 | bboeser well he is younger | y/nhughes less than 2 years

nicohischier genuinely great dude

jackhughes love this couple | y/nhughes not a couple 🙄 | mackinnon29 explain the cuddling then 👀 | y/nhughes i hate you

mackinnon29 it was nice to see you in the arena cheering for us 😊 | y/nhughes i was cheering for cale ❤

user17 need you guys to be together. please tell me it's real

lhughes_06 come visit me next time 😭😲 you live closer to me than cale | y/nhughes next time, i promise ❤ | _quinnhughes you promised i was next 🥺 | y/nhughes sorry quinn. you are next ❤ sorry luke (& jack) | jackhughes ❤

elblue6 hope you're having fun, sweetie | y/nhughes always am with cale 😊 | elblue6 just don't be giving me grandbabies yet 😂😉 | y/nhughes mom!! 🙈😅 | _quinnhughes mom, no 😂

trevorzegras the dog is cute

jamie.drysdale cute dog

user11 he's so cute

user8 cale is the best defenseman in the league | _quinnhughes you spelled quinn wrong | user8 i said what i said | y/nhughes i prefer centers over defensemen 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i do agree with you | user12 so you live in chicago and prefer centers? interesting 🤔

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[thekittyfox2999]

They could never make me hate you Stanley <3

He is so cute and cool and charming and crafty and creative and c-

he is man wife material ily stan

[abyss-is-lame]

Intro Post!!

Hi hello greetings my little freaky freaks; your eyeballs are MINE! /ref My name is Abyss/Asher, you can also call me Void if you want too, idm <33 I'm a MINOR (below 17), my pronouns are She/It/Xe and space neos! (She/Her, It/Its, Xe/Xer/Xers/Xerself + Cosmo/Cosmos/Cosmoself, Astro/Astros/Astroself, etc.), I'm a demigirl lesbian! OCD (undiagnosed) and anxiety disorders, also probably autistic?? I have very few hobbies because I'm just a little small little guy but some of them include: Drawing, Gaming,... uhh drawing x2- I do NOT do comms for money, but if you want a character drawn for a pfp or banner (credited) I can try lmao I also swear sometimes, because I'm silent 90% of the time irl and I need to get my slowly piling up rage out somehow :p When talking to me, please use tonetags! I have a hard time figuring out tones from texts! I obsess over things/people easily, so please tell me if you want me to stop tagging you/interacting with your posts! I agere/petre occasionally when stressed, so if you see any childish/animalistic posts that's why, please be kind when interacting. <3 Mutuals ily /p y'all are amazing and OIDUFHDJFDSHDF I LOVE Y'ALL SM SHAKING VIBRATING RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE My current hyper fixations: Pokémon SV, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, Lucifer Lucifer, Webfishing, VRChat (Abyss_Is_Lame btw), FNaF, Splatoon, HTTYD, Poppy Playtime, Dashville & Solar Bear (my 2 lil creations of which i love dearly), ARK: Survival Evolved, High Class Homos, Slime Rancher, The Stanley Parable, Amanda The Adventurer, and MHA (some of the characters*) Characters I love: Nemona (Pokémon), Juliana (Pokémon), Carmine (Pokémon), Charlotte Emily (FNaF), Ashley Graves (TCoAaL), Kyoka Jirou (MHA), Himiko Toga (MHA), Hoppy Hopscotch (Poppy Playtime), Agent 3 (Splatoon), Agent 8 (Splatoon), Callie Cuttlefish (Splatoon), Pomni (TADC), Shiver & Frye (Splatoon), Rika (Pokémon), LuLu, Lucelia, Lucifer, Phanuel (Lucifer Lucifer), Catra, Adora (She-Ra) My favorite Pokémon: Miraidon, Umbreon, Ogerpon, Skeledirge, Garchomp, Charizard, Pyroar, Lurantis, Zekrom, Kommo-o, Lucario, Lunala, Espeon, Sylveon, Vaporeon, Leafeon, Cyclizar, Type: Null, Zacian, Talonflame, Luxray, Furret, Eevee, Altaria, Houndoom, Iron Treads, Flapple, Inteleon, Greninja, & Rayquaza! Things I like: Cats, rain/storms, nature, sour candy, gaming, drawing, rosy maple moths, fidget items, small dark places, reptiles, analog horror, web comics, attention, my moots <3333 /p /lh Things I hate/dislike: Dogs, bugs, everyone/thing on the DNI list, bright lights, being bothered, art scammers, fakeclaiming, loud noises, criticism (keep your criticism of my art/myself to yourself please.)

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[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 8

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning: recreational drug use

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The pungent smell of acetone permeates the surrounding air of the living room, music a sharp contrast as it softly plays in the background. Intense concentration causes me to slowly blink as I focus on neatly creating streaks of black. My hand is as still as I can make it while I hold onto longer digits, meticulously painting my brother’s nails.

He sits in front of me with his raven locks pinned away from his face with overly cute clips and his other hand holding his phone. Soft taps resound from time to time when he types against hard glass and the occasional sharper sound from his ring adorned fingers.

Something lightly touches my lips as Stan handfeeds me a chip, my mouth automatically opening but my eyes never looking away from its current task. Loud crunching erupts between the two of us before my brother gently starts to  chuckle under his breath. Turning his phone, he shows me a social media post with a lengthy amount of text.

“Yeah, no. Sorry, but I am most definitely not reading all of that. Especially for you.” I declare to which he rolls his eyes in irritation at, our makeshift table beginning to move. Our family dog, Sparky, lays between the two of us as a place for my brother to place his elbow onto.

“Man, it’d be sick if we can go away with the guys somewhere for winter break.” My brother says wistfully, forlornly staring at his phone.

“Hmm?”

“I’d kill to rent a log cabin or something, one with a jacuzzi and everything. Maybe we can plan something this year and have Tolkien pay for it.”

My nose scrunches in disgust before I scoff, “Fuck no. I don’t want to sit in cum infested water. Knowing you, you’d probably get off on sitting near a water jet.”

“Oh fuck off, asshole! That happened once and you know it! I was fucking ten!” I gag, obnoxiously pretending to vomit as he indignantly tries to protect whatever dignity he thinks he still has.

“You really need to get your shit together, Stanley. I’d like to at least see you get into a serious relationship once before I die.”

“Yeah? Well I’d like to see you shut the fuck up for once in your goddamn life but you’re living proof that not everyone can get what they want.”

I’m unamused as I blink up at my brother, wondering for perhaps the millionth time why the higher powers decided to make Stan Marsh. A shame, truly.

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TEXT MESSAGE (CLYDE DONOVAN)

Clydey: emergency

Clydey: like actually

Clydey: can u send me $3 pls

Y/N MARSH has sent $3 to CLYDE DONOVAN.

N/N: (rolling eyes emoji)

Clydey: ty ily <3

Clydey: (screenshot of his avatar in an app on his phone)

Clydey: they call me ranch cause i be dressing (sunglasses emoji)

N/N: did you just waste my money on an in-app purchase.

Clydey: respect the drip, babe

Clydey: god.

Tap!

My head shoots up from its prior position looking down, my body stilling to see if I can hear whatever disturbed Clyde wasting both my time and money. When I don’t hear anything after a few seconds, I dismiss it as an anomaly and look back at the screen in front of me.

Tap! Tap!

I take off my headphones and listen again, my eyebrows furrowing until I hear the disturbance another time. I locate the source and walk over to my window, watching as a rock hits the glass panel before I fully push aside my curtains and heft it open.

The cold air immediately hits me and I giggle at the scene before me: Craig perched onto a branch of an adjacent tree outside of my bedroom, his hand filled with rocks to pelt at my window. “What’re you doing? We have a front door, you know.”

Being friends with everyone for years, we’ve all naturally grown up to be honorary members of each other's families. This meant that it wasn’t unnatural for any of us to visit someone’s house even if their respective owners weren’t home. None of our parents would ever bat an eye if they were to go down to the kitchen to see that Cartman let himself in and was rummaging through our fridge, for example, even if Stan and I were both out. Formalities were a thing of a past so long ago and all of our parents learned that it was better to not question it.

“I know, I just thought that this would be more romantic.” I’m rewarded with Craig’s boyish grin and I mentally swoon at the handsome boy in front of me, giggling out loud.

He extends a large, tan hand and smirks down at me. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get out of here.”

The moonlight hits the visage of the attractive boy in front of me, accentuating his sharp features. I feel like I’m in a daze as I slowly nod, a blush quickly spreading on my cheeks when I catch myself. After quickly throwing on a jacket, I take his proffered hand as he helps me climb down the tree.

Crossing the short distance to the front of the house, I’m surprised to see the Tucker’s family car parked out in the front. The taller teen’s longer strides allows him to reach the door on the passenger side first, to which he chivalrously opens for me.

He ducks his head a little lower, a playful grin wide on his face as he sweeps the length of his unoccupied arm in front of his body. I laugh into the night as the hand he has on my lower back gently nudges me forward to guide me into the vehicle.

I watch as the scenery idly passes by us when I look out of the window, trying to see if I can figure out where the teen is taking me. He refused to tell me our destination, citing it as a surprise and evoking further excitement on my part at the already spontaneous outing. It’s harder to discern our surroundings so late into the night due to the darkness but despite it all, the moon eagerly follows us.

Music gently accompanies us as I soon find myself casting Craig several lingering glances while he drives, the attractive teen a sight to behold. He has one hand on the steering wheel, his thumb tapping a beat onto the leather in time to the surrounding melody and quietly mouthing along with the lyrics. Silver rings adorn his longer fingers, further accentuating the veins running along his hands to his arms. I thought he wouldn’t catch me since his eyes are focused on the road but he surprises me when he makes quick eye contact with me, smirking, before placing a large hand onto the side of my inner thigh.

I blush at the sensation, the weight of him evoking a faster pace on my beating heart. When he sees the red hues steadily painting my cheeks, his hand gently grips at the area before releasing the slight pressure and smoothing his thumb over my pants. I feel mesmerized by the repetitive motion of his finger, if only willing him to move just a tiny bit—to do something about the bundle of nerves slowly building up.

I quickly find myself becoming hyper aware of every action of the boy next to me and I intently watch as his tongue darts out to lick at his lips, making them appear even more enticing and plump. His eyes are half-lidded and when I involuntarily clench my thighs, I see the exact moment that his gaze on the road shifts from playful to something many shades darker. He deeply chuckles under his breath and oh Lord, it makes my legs go weak.

All too soon, the car slows to a stop and Craig looks at me again, flashing me a knowing smile. It’s smug and I can feel my face heat up even further, reaching the back of my neck before I break eye contact to stare out of the window again in a desperate effort to calm myself down. Something soft gets placed onto my head and I look at Craig to see that the teen next to me is missing his beloved chullo.

“Can’t ruin the surprise, can we?” A mischievous grin sits on his face before he pulls the hat further down, completely obstructing my view.

I hear him exit the car before getting to my side, grabbing one of my hands and interlocking our fingers together. When he begins to carefully guide me out of the car, I giggle every time I slightly stumble, the adrenaline of what awaits me makes me overexcited and impatient.

“I love surprises.” I speak out into the air.

“I know.” He hums.

After a few steps, he has me wait in one spot before I hear him open his trunk. Two hands place themselves onto my hips before he softly commands me to jump and I blindly obey, feeling myself getting placed onto a cold, hard structure.

When Craig grants me my vision back, I’m rewarded with a view overlooking what seems to be all of South Park. From this far, even the shitty town looks beautiful as the distance distorts the view, forcing whoever is looking to take in the colorful lights and buildings.

I look around to see that we’re both seated on the hood of his car, my favorite food spread out in front of me in an assortment of take-out containers. His windows are rolled down as his car continues to softly play music from the inside.

“So what do you think?” His voice is shy, containing slight hints of insecurity and nervousness at my possible reaction. My inner thoughts are filled with the sounds of me absolutely squealing for having evoked an expression like that from the notoriously uncaring teen.

“How’d you find this place?” I’m in awe of the scenery, never once seeing a view like this despite living in South Park all of my life.

“Took me a fuck-ton of driving to find something that I was finally satisfied with bringing you to.” He says, opening all the containers and setting everything up for us to eat.

“Your dad let you take out the car?” I quirk an eyebrow.

“Fuck no. I got home around 4:30AM yesterday for sneaking out so late.”

My heart stutters in my chest at the answer when I think about how well he hid his sleep deprivation at school. I feel overwhelmed at the consideration, watching as he bundles up the plastic bag the take-out came in to stuff into his pocket. Not only did he get my favorite food, but he also got my order down to perfection.

“You got my favorite food.” I say so softly that it’s almost a whisper. I feel like I’m going to cry of happiness from the thoughtfulness and care of this boy. Moments like these make me feel so undeserving, so lacking for how much unconditional love I receive.

“For you, I’d do anything.” Craig gently says, a smile so fond on his face as he reaches out for my hand. His azure eyes shine in happiness so tender, it’s almost as if they’re part of the stars above us.

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“And you see how that star connects to that one? That constellation is your astrological sign, your zodiac.” Craig's deep voice lightly says near my ear, his arm extending forward to patiently point out the star for me.

We’re both lying on the hood of the car now, my head nestled onto one of his shoulders as his unoccupied arm snuggly curls around my waist. He lays on his back while I lay on my side, pressing our bodies together to combine our warmth with an arm of my own thrown over his taut stomach.

I’m in awe at everything he says, the usually monotonous boy’s voice filled with a passion so rarely seen from him. I drink in every bit of information that leaves his mouth, mesmerized by every cadence and intonation of his words. It’s hypnotic—he could tell me that Cartman weighs only 50 pounds and I’d believe it.

“Sorry, am I talking too much..?”

“No! No. I love hearing you talk like this. I could honestly listen to you for hours. Don’t let anyone, even me, tell you otherwise.” I turn my head to face him as I quickly reassure the ravenette, a gentle smile on my face.

My arm relinquishes its hold over his frame to blindly reach out to hold onto the hand at my waist. I intertwine our fingers together and give it a small squeeze in reassurance. He blushes and I can feel my insides melt at the utterly fond expression on his face knowing that it's for me.

His embarrassment causes him to continue to stubbornly stare up at the sky, refusing to look over at me. The blush adorning his cheeks develop into a darker hue after my words, so deep that I can see the vivid shade of red despite the dark night.

“… I brought you out to see the stars because they’re more visible today. A few days after a new Moon means that the moonlight isn’t as bright.” His voice is so low between us, as if he was sharing a secret.

“Craig…” My cheeks begin to hurt at the amount of smiling this boy causes me. He finally looks over at me, our faces so close together.

“I confessed to you under the stars so I wanted to have the stars as our audience again for when I took you out on our first date.” He brings his hand over to caress my cheek and his fingers are so cold against my flushed skin, but it grounds me to the moment.

He softly continues, gently smoothing a thumb over my face. “Because of that, whenever I look at the stars, I see you. And sometimes, when I can't sleep… I’ll look up at the stars and thank them for bringing you into my life.”

He brings his forehead closer until it lightly touches my own. “I love you, Y/N. More than all the stars in the sky. And as long as there’s one star up there, I’ll always love you.”

I can only nod, dazed, not trusting that this is not just a dream, afraid that speaking will ruin the moment. Before I know it, my eyes softly close as I feel his lips against mine. And I feel like crying because Craig kisses me just the way he loves me—soft and sure, like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. In his world.

The way he slots our lips together has no ounce of hesitation, it’s gentle and patient. He lightly pulls back and nips at my lips as a small parting gift. When the distance between our faces grows, I find myself whining, letting go of his hand and pulling at his jacket.

He laughs at my eagerness, endeared at my reaction. “Come on, beautiful. Use your words for me. What do you want?”

“Craig.”

“Hm?” A smile lazily lays on his face, smug and all too knowing.

“Please.”

I tug harder so he relents and brings his upper body over mine, propping himself up with his forearm against the car as our lips connect again. It makes me dizzy with how wanted he makes me feel, the sensations I feel beginning to get overloaded. My arms reach out to thread my fingers through his hair, slightly tugging and using them as leverage to bring him even closer.

He’s a passionate but patient kisser, drawing out the movements for as long as possible, biting and licking at my lips. When I allow him entry into my mouth, his tongue slides against mine and before I can even attempt to fight for dominance, he pulls back, smiling smugly and lazily at me.

Scratch that, he’s a goddamn tease and before I can call him out on it, a large hand grabs onto the side of my face to pull me back in. It’s slow. It’s sensual. His scent fills my nostrils before the hand on my cheek slides back, gripping onto my hair. Angling my face up, he lightly begins to trail his kisses down my jaw and onto my neck.

The wet sounds that invades my ears are lewd as I feel his lips touch my skin, lighting a fire in its wake. Every kiss lights my body up, heating it up and charging it. His fingers grip onto my hair just a little tighter, smirking at the skin underneath my collarbone when I gasp.

He leaves a trail of saliva as he works his way back up my neck, the light wind of the night lightly touches the wet spots and elicits goosebumps at the heightened sensation. He works painstakingly slow, kissing every space inch by inch.

I sigh out into the night, leaning my head back to grant him better access. He drags his lips across the sensitive skin of my throat, a barely there touch, not enough. I’m so needy that I almost moan right there, when he finally presses a searing kiss under my jaw.

He kisses across the expanse of skin as he goes back down, humming in approval at the sound of harsh breathing that his actions evoke. The vibration causes me to part my lips ever so slightly, desperate breaths of air spilling between us. I relish in the slight suction of his mouth, his teeth grazing against overly sensitive skin, and his hot tongue soothing itself over the abused area.

His other hand makes quick work at reaching underneath my shirt, cold fingers lightly trailing themselves at the skin of my waist. Long digits softly run along up my stomach, the cool rings making me shiver in anticipation. When he grazes the underwire of my bra, a loud ringing cuts through the air.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

The hold on my hair relinquishes as Craig reaches under me to retrieve my vibrating cellphone from the back pocket of my pants. I mope as I answer, mood extremely sour at the interruption.

“What.”

“Dude, where the fuck are you? It’s past 3AM. I’m not covering for you if mom or dad notice.” Comes my annoying brother’s distorted voice.

I sigh before hanging up in irritation, not deeming the conversation worthy of a response. I close my eyes in silent defeat before soft lips caress mine. Craig smiles down at me with a backdrop of shining stars over his figure. The moonlight glows brightly from behind him, as if casting a halo over the teen above me. Seeing such ethereal beauty before me is all I need before I find myself happy and content all over again.

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Thick wisps of white smoke slowly blend up into the clouds and I watch them disappear into the cold morning air, a pervasive smell filling the parking lot. I’m sitting on top of my skateboard, idly rolling it from side to side as Craig sits next to me on the asphalt with his back against the school wall. One of his longer legs is pulled up towards his torso, his forearm lazily resting against the top of the elevated knee before he lifts it up to take a drag from the cigarette lit before him.  

My eyes languidly watch as Kenny skates on his own board, a blunt hanging from his mouth as his shoe hits the ground to gain momentum. An exhilarated grin forms around the object in his mouth as his body lifts off from the pavement, the board gracefully flipping in the air. I bring my hands together to encouragingly clap at the stunt in front of me, the blonde shooting me a wide smile at the kickflip he successfully performed.

He stops in front of me and offers me the blunt in his possession but I gently shake my head in response, satisfied with the current high I have going on right now. Kenny nods his head and with one last hit, he stubs the ember hues before putting it away in the plastic container it came in to smoke for later. Craig gets up and dusts the back of his pants off before offering me a hand, helping me up and taking my board off the ground for me. An arm wraps around my shoulders as we begin to make our way back to school, the ravenette stomping his cancer stick out.

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“So… Do I get any context on why you two have sunglasses on when we’re indoors, or do I just accept it…?” Kyle’s eyebrows furrow as he warily watches Kenny and I giggle to each other, the whole group gathered in front of Tweek’s locker as he puts his extra thermal filled with coffee away for after lunch.

Craig knowingly snorts as the blonde and I exchange mischievous grins, fighting to keep our smiles from growing any wider. On our faces sits oversized, flashy shades that threaten to swallow up our whole face.

“Ugh, you guys reek.” Clyde brings his face close to the two of us, wrinkling his nose as he invades our space to sniff at our jackets. We playfully lower our glasses to the bridges of our noses, showing visual confirmation of his observation when the boys spot our blood-shot, half-lidded eyes.

“Dude. It’s only 8AM. School hasn’t even started yet.” My brother side eyes us, most definitely judging us for making the smart decision of getting absolutely zooted before class.

“My bad, man. Want a hit? We didn’t finish.” Kenny offers, his hand reaching into his pocket to lift up the plastic containing our unfinished blunt. It peeks through the orange material of his parka as Stan takes the moment to seriously contemplate if he should.

He resolutely shakes his head, the elder Marsh finally making a smart decision for once in his life. “Nah. We have that test in math, remember? If I fail, my parents are going to beat my ass. Maybe after school.”

My head shoots up from where it was laying against Butters’ shoulder, the blonde rubbing soothing circles into my back as he offers me a pack of snacky cakes for my weed induced hunger. Kenny stops sipping at Tweek’s coffee to sooth his sudden cotton mouth as he and I frantically begin to search for the other’s eyes in panic.

“Oh, shit!”

“Bunch of fucking crackheads, I fucking swear.” Cartman rolls his eyes, mumbling as he rudely snatches the offered snack from Butters’ hands for himself.

“Shut the fuck up, fatass! As if you’re one to talk. An addiction is still an addiction, even if it is food.”

”Yeah, dude. At least we’re not built like an improper fraction.”

“Aye!”

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Dull thuds surround the practice room as the cheer squad practices their tumbling. I sit against the cool glass of the floor to ceiling mirrors that cover the walls, wiping the sweat that has begun to slightly bead at my hairline. Bebe tiredly leans against me and passes me her water bottle when she’s done sipping at it, my hands blindly reaching out until I feel cool metal against my fingers and muttering a small thanks. I drink the ice cold liquid before Wendy calls all of the team up to rehearse the new cheer we just learned, one final time before practice ends.

“We’re back, we’re better. We have no fear! Nothing can stop us, this is our year!” In synchronization we go through the motions of our choreography, making sure our chants are both clear and loud.

“The cows are here; in green, black, and white. We can’t be defeated, so prepare for a fight!” We ruffle our pompoms, before our co-captain is satisfied enough to dismiss us for the day.

Heidi throws an arm around my shoulders, playfully leaning her weight against me in exaggerated tiredness. I fondly laugh as I lightly skim my fingers onto her side, tickling her to force the touch-sensitive girl upright. She begins to pout at her failed mission to get me to carry her exhausted form before Red grabs one of my arms, hugging it to her chest as we make our way to the girl’s locker room.

“Hey, Marsh. You’re close with the guys, right?” I quirk an eyebrow at the redundant question as I stuff my cheer shoes into my gym locker.

Jenny Simons continues despite my lack of a reply. “You think you can bring me up to Craig? Like, put in a good word for me or something?”

She giggles as one of her friends playfully elbows her for her unabashedness and I exchange looks with Bebe, surprised at the girl’s interest.

“Uh.”

“Ooo, Craig Tucker?” Another one of her friends teases as she changes out of her practice shirt.

“Uh, yeah! Have you seen how he is with girls? It’s hot how he ignores them. Imagine someone as cold and unbothered as him giving you the time of the day. I’d die.” The ravenette continues in a dazed voice, fanning her blushing face. The other girls in the locker room exchange mischievous grins at the confession of her crush and they giggle in delight at the lovesick girl.  

No one but Kyle knows about Kenny and Craig confessing to me and our feelings being reciprocated. I’m not quite sure what to say in this awkward situation and before I can even attempt to try to pull something out of my ass, I get a text from Tweek saying that football practice is almost finished.

I let out a sigh in relief at the timing of the message as I excuse myself and head down to the school’s field, thinking about Jenny’s words. When would we tell everyone? It’s still new so I don’t think I’d be comfortable with announcing it until we all found our footing. The boys are still testing out the waters and I don’t want to rush what could potentially be a perfectly good thing, especially if it ends up not working out. And it hurts me to say it, but I’m absolutely terrified of people finding out I’m with two different boys at the same time.

Oh god, how will the boys even react when they find out? What will I do when my brother finds out?

All too soon, I see the back of the bleachers coming up and forcibly stop my thoughts before it can get out of hand. I circle around the structure to take a peek at the practice taking place, not wanting to distract the boys. A shrill blow of a whistle can be heard when I step onto the white-marked grass, the coach barking out directions. From my position, I can see Cartman lazily sprawled out on the floor, his chest rapidly heaving up and down in quick succession.

Typical fatass.

From across the green expanse, I can see Jimmy and Clyde arguing with each other. Tolkien plays devil’s advocate from his position on the floor, smirking up at the bickering in blatant amusement and instigating a fight. Kyle rolls his eyes when the coach yells at them to run a lap in punishment, Clyde fake crying in indignation.

“Y/N!”

Tolkien is the first to spot me, his delighted voice distracts everyone from their laughter at the running boys. All heads turn to my direction and I shyly wave at getting caught, stepping out of my hiding spot.

“Princess!”

Kenny’s yell echoes across the entire field in excitement, the upper half of his blonde hair is tied up and I take a moment to appreciate the sight. If he had been exhausted and depleted of his energy from practice a few seconds earlier, it’s gone now as he begins to sprint to close the distance between us. He hollers as if he hadn’t seen me a few hours prior, a wide grin overtaking his handsome face.

“Ken! Be caref- OOF!” I get cut off as his body roughly collides with mine, his arms immediately wrapping me up and hefting my body into his arms.

I automatically lock my legs around his waist, quickly reaching out to lay my arms around his shoulders. He’s sweaty and grass-stained but I sigh in fondness as he smiles into my neck, slightly squeezing me. He softly coos at my blushing face as he makes a debacle out of the both of us in front of the entire team, my brother rolling his eyes as Clyde sobs my name in the distance.

The amount of happiness in the blonde’s reaction threatens to make me combust on the spot, so filled with love for someone like me. He gently places a large hand on the back of my head, lightly stroking his thumb in my hair in tenderness. The coach takes the loss of interest as his cue to dismiss practice for the day and the boys begin to walk over in our direction.

“Did you see that throw I made?” He eagerly asks me.

Despite being fresh out of practice and unshowered, I deeply inhale his scent. He doesn’t smell like shampoo or clean laundry, but it’s still a scent that makes me feel so close to him. It's a boyish, musky scent that makes him feel like home, so warm in its protective embrace. It’s just so Kenny that makes it so addicting.

“No,” I giggle. “I just got here. But I’m sure it was amazing!”

At my words, I’m rewarded with a searing kiss pressed onto my cheeks. And even when the boys catch up to us, the blonde still doesn’t put me down as they start to make their way back to the boy’s locker room. I feel his fingers start to drum along my side and I start to bite my lips in a futile attempt to prevent my smile from getting even wider than it is now. I shyly wave over the blonde’s shoulder as the boy’s other teammates wave in greeting to me.

“Did you see that, N/N? Jimmy started bullying me but I still got into trouble!” Clyde fake sobs as he makes grabby hands at me. Kenny just rolls his eyes and reaches out a hand to push at the brunette’s sniveling face.

“It’s because you weren’t listening, Jesus!” Tweek tattles from the side.

The barista doesn’t play on the football team like the rest of the boys, instead choosing to pursue boxing from when Stan got our Uncle Jimbo to teach him how to fight when we were younger. On the days he doesn’t have to work at the coffee shop, he’ll sit on the bleachers with Butters to do his homework while the other boys practice.

“It’s okay, Clydey. I’ll buy you dessert, okay?” I soothe the dramatic boy, his theatrics making the rest of the guys push at his body to further “bully” him even more for being a crybaby.

And when we choose our after-practice food spot for the day, I keep my word and buy the brunette an ice cream cone in a flavor to his choosing. I shake my head when he tries to feed me a fry in exchange, bringing my hand up to ruffle his brown locks in thanks for his kindness. In his distraction, Craig takes a lick at his soft serve and I roll my eyes as the brunette whines again, batting the taller teen on the arm.

We sit along the curb of the sidewalk, fast food scattered around us as we talk about our day at school. My brother lights up the joint Kenny and I didn’t finish and I watch the fleeting smoke escape from his parted lips, disappearing into the night sky. When I see the bright stars twinkling overhead in vivid contrast to the darkness around us, I smile.

[clochanamarch]

I need Aisling's timeline for dummies. Cause I am a dummy who wants to learn more about her ❤️

u are NOT a dummy, ur responsible for every smart choice i've ever made and ever will make in my life, and yet the length of this timeline is horrifying and i can only apologize for that. ily!

here's the aisling jones timeline, from birth to the moment she set foot in new york and met stanley and richard in 2012!

moira spends 500 years trying to gain more power, specifically the power of the soul stone. she meets an irish farmer who recently inherited a magically imbued area of land and properties from his grandfather, unaware of the power that dwells in his acquisitions. moira seduces and marries colin lynch, they have many children, one of whom is aisling jones.

november 29th 1991: aisling is born, moira tries to use a map discovered and developed by lucia (@fortislumen) to bring herself to vormir in time for the birth, but fails, forced to use dark magic to make the deal in the estate, but the soul stone pulls an uno reverse and chooses newborn baby aisling as the hostess, leaving moira without the power she's been searching for the last half a millennium.

november 28th, 1996: aisling's siblings have all taken it on themselves to provide aisling with the love and protection that moira would never dream of giving her kids. moira launches an ambush on the farmhouse where the family has been living. colin dies, the children remain a mystery, but dr. ajay kapoor (a renowned psychologist and new expert in the mystic arts) casts a spell that affects the memories of three of the sisters, aisling being one of them, and siobhan and niamh (@windhcld) being the remaining two. he then sees to it that they find "good" homes to live out their childhoods in. however, aisling is taken by moira and the company, including ajay, to the manor on the estate, which she casts a protective spell over, leading the entire nation to believe that nobody survived.

2010: aisling has spent fourteen years under the company's control. with the use of magic and coercion, they've used her to kill, wound, and control many opponents, leading to their own rise in power. ajay has become a surrogate father to her. she's been in a fling with fiachra for six months, which he's using to sway her loyalties. 2010 is the year that a number of very important things happen. 1) naomi, a member of the company and president of the "fuck fiachra" club, follows him into town and takes photos of him kissing other people. she shows these photos to aisling, and aisling ends things with him "so you can have something real beyond this place". 2) fiachra, who has never had anyone do something for his benefit before, begins to develop feelings. 3) eoin kelly, fiachra's brother, starts a new job as a bus driver.

2011: ajay decides that aisling needs to see the real world. on the condition that she returns every night by 11, he begins to sneak her out of the estate. over the course of the next eighteen months, she meets eoin, they fall in love, they date, and he proposes to her on the beach. ajay is oblivious to this. fiachra is not.

2012: everything that happens transpires over the course of 72 hours. eoin proposes to aisling, aisling accepts, fiachra arrives and incapacitates eoin while forcing aisling to get into the car. moira is waiting at the estate, where she binds aisling to her room and fiachra takes eoin away. ajay, startled by how rapidly things have gone wrong, finds out that moira has decided to use eoin as the sacrifice to cause the soul stone to leave aisling's body, so that moira may take it. if that were to fail, she has also set up runes that would allow her to drain the stone from aisling, should she attempt to use the stone to save eoin's life.

eoin is dragged into the room with aisling, but just before moira can cast a lethal spell, ajay drives a volkswagen polo straight through the wall of the room, temporarily knocking out moira and fighting with fiachra to allow aisling and eoin to escape. the pair of them make it to the cliffs behind the manor, just as moira awakens and uses dark magic again, causing a massive storm to descend over ireland. fiachra, having survived the fight after ajay was incapacitated by moira, follows them to the cliff, and shoots eoin, who manages to use his momentum to topple himself and aisling over the edge of the cliff and into a waiting fishing boat which becomes dislodged, sending them out to sea.

eoin dies after twelve hours, but not before insisting that aisling doesn't save him, because the spell is still in place, and any efforts to use the stone to protect him will only result in moira winning and the world being in mortal danger. he also asks her to go to new york. after he dies, the spell ends. aisling is out at sea for 36 hours, saved by ajay. aisling returns to fight moira, during which time many pieces of footage are recorded. aisling gains the upper-hand and rips apart the fabric of reality, pushing moira out of this dimension and sealing the rip closed. with ajay's help, she seals the rip, and moves the site to the manor, containing it in the basement.

around this time, aisling discovers she's pregnant. ajay supports her during the pregnancy, but after the baby is born, the trauma of losing eoin, the grief, and the protection from the soul stone, in addition to the memory erasure spell that ajay conducted on her to prevent her from remembering the night of the fire, all collide and cause her to forget who the baby is. ajay doesn't tell her the truth, believing that baby brea (also written by @windhcld) would be safer and better off with a better family. travelling back in time a few years, he brings baby brea to a middle-aged couple in manhattan, stanley and richard, who take in brea as their own. when ajay returns to the manor in 2012 to collect his things, however, he's confronted by the spirit of eoin, who, enraged by his betrayal, uses ancient magic to bind ajay to the estate, and then convinces aisling to move to manhattan, where she meets richard, stanley, and a three year old brea.

[thegreatpapaya666]

finished reorganizing my desk so I get to bother you guys with it <3

also I put new stickers on my preppy lil Stanley lookit

thank u for ur tiiiiiime

EDIT: credit to @sunlit-mess for most of the art on the wall btw. ily

[mrsleonkennedy]

MINORS DNI / THIS BLOG IS 18+ AND I FOLLOW 18+BLOGS. SO PLEASE DONT INTERACT OR EVEN FOLLOW ME, YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL WOULD BE DISSAPOINTED.

About Me:

Heya, im C.C. • she/her/potato • Demi • ISPF • 27 years old blue haired adult with backpain, crippling anxiety and a professional overthinker. I fuckin love puns/cheesy pick up lines and hair coloring. I also love slow burn romance. And also i post yan-cracks, memes, so yea, embrace the cringe 'bestie. Fuck normality!

I love girlboss but manfailure would be forever my favorite, plus points if they have black messy hair, looks like they didnt slept for the last 3 years and with a tragic backstory. Bonus if they wear an eyeglass, always be my favorite gender <3 (no but srlsy, irl i really have a thing for someone who wears eyeglass yumyum)

Current hyperfixation:

INTERACTIVE FICTIONS (many to mention but to whoever who read Wayhaven Series im gonna kiss you platonically ofc. Esp if you are a fellow M-mancer please talk to me, lets be clown together)

YANS VNS (so many but Cannibal Sweetheart, Stnaf, Restart Heart, Love Letter/Patter, Duality and 10:16 DORIAAAANNN ILY, CWP (carl stan)) and OL1 and 2, and CRYPTID COFFEEHOUSE

Any anime related (spoil me you mf, i am not afraid of spoiler *evil laugh* bc i tend to fucking simp for a character who always die so yea spoil meeeee)

KETAMINE YETROVZKI of Cannibal Sweetheart, Vain of Honey hotline, Eddie of hotkillerbabes and Vain again and Ketamine and Eddie again (づ￣ ³￣)づ gimme all your emotionally constipated men cmere~

Sally Face (Sal deserve better fight me), Little Misfortune (bc Mr Voice hello?), The Stanley Parable (StanNarrator 4ever), Night in the woods, Duskwood etc

LEON MOTHERFUCKING KENNEDY!!!!

Feel free to send an ask, random ramblings, anime recos or even out of context memes. My inbox is also open but if you message me and i dont reply right away, it means im currently racking my brain on how to reply on your message im so sorry- but i always reply to dms as long as its not a dick pics or asking for my feet size smh.

[sw33t-oubliette]

first off you are so silly and i love you/a

secondly did you eated today

OH MY COD . okay thirdly theres this one fanfiction on ao3 where ur objectum i think but i havent read it for reasons you will understand as i continue to explain but its stanarrator and its called 'stanley fucks a building' or something [thats why i didnt read it]

and the readon in said omc is because as i was typing this i was playing miitopia [still] and THIS HAPPENED ??? I AM DYING LMFAO

also fuck mint is my favorite flavor now fuck my gayass life you do things to my brain ive never even liked it what the fuck art thou doing to me and whats ur opinion on cotton candy bc its ur favorite food in miitopia so i was curious about how u feel abt it irl anyway thats all byee ily/a and if you read all my ramblings ty givibg u huggies <33

yes i have just eated <3

STANLEY FUCKS A BUILHFHRVFJSGJRB3JT8EB3NMSHGDVRBFHEGRH

ACCURATE .i would say that

teehee 🙂 cotton candy 's kinda mid . Whenever i eat it i am on the verge of death for the next about 6 hours or until i throw up but it tastes good so i never learn my lesson

[myr1aa]

🪷 07.08.2024 || today was my second day of work and i think im adjusting well!! everyone is super sweet there and im so thankful to be working there <3 had a bit of a mental breakdown the other day realizing i have to take 4 pre-requisite courses for uni (yes im already accepted but i want to switch to a different field) but i won't give up! i will work my butt off and i won't let anything get in my way i refuse to give up i am not a quitter (says the girl who practically quit all of her last semester of high school) anywaysssss ive been exercising more regularly again which is awesome i feel way better than i did bed rotting (i do love bed rotting but it makes me feel stiff and rickety ive lost all my flexibility) btw take a shot every time i use brackets (pls dont) tomorrow i think im gonna go for a long run!!! if the weather is cool enough ill go for an outdoor run and im also retaking my L test for driving so i can start driving again im so so so excited!!! i need to practice parking and then im gonna get a few lessons and i can get my N and then im gonna buy my dream car with all my hard earned money tehehe i have also reclaimed my stanley as my own!!!! im very proud of myself this is a major step forward in putting my ex completely in my past (the scs for today are regarding my stanley because i haven't been taking pictures these past couple weeks) all in all thats how ive been and this was a rlly long update because i haven't been posting or rlly talking to people for like a week or two! if u made it this far ily smooches bye byeeee (*/▽＼*)

[starjxsung]

Hellooo!!

Today has been great so far!! I met up with a bunch of highschool friends who are now back in town for the summer and we went to visit our highschool teachers! Then, we went out for sushi (my city has killer sushi - honestly my city has so many good authentic and diverse cuisines alskksjsns) which was so good!

How are you today?!!?!? Eating? Drinking?

ILY <3 🌱

HI BABYYYYYY I’m so glad your day was good!!!! That sounds so fun also WHAT is your go-to sushi order. I really don’t eat fish so I never eat sushi but I do like vegetarian sushi for what it’s worth and I love watching sushi mukbangs LMFODOSJDJF IT’S SO FUN….. 🍱🍣 also my city has an insane amount of good cultural food too !! We’re like a melting pot of cultures over here so there’s never a shortage of good food it’s pretty great

I’M SO GOOD I’m super tired this week and I really fucking wish this week was over tbh but I’m eating and drinking (I just bought my first Stanley cup so for $50 yall can believe I’m CHUGGING water) !!!!

I love you so much I hope you have the best rest of your week!!!!!! Happy May 💐🫶💓💗💞💕💖

[ochrophyta]

i feel blasphemous for even saying this but i watched 2001 space odyssey last night and it made me appreciate marvel movies. ily hal 9000 but those 3 minute shots of spaceships in near silence made me want to throttle stabley kubrick. we could have cut out 80% of the movie stanley. just a suggestion.

[smiley-mcdoggington]

OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE I SLEPT THROUGH THIS--

Firstly, formaldehyde - very sexy and macabre but also so dangerous and also Stan's nerves were still working when Ford got there, he was just kinda meh abt it because he's been disassociating since the kids left and his neurons slowing down hasn't helped with the whole feeling real and present. Ford loves his brother he wouldn't hurt him that much and cause that much damage - formaldehyde is for the dead, Stanley is alive (Ford is very firm on this). But also that again brings the question of how Stanley gets embalmed and there's actually a lot of methods. You are gonna hate me for this tho. Embalming in brine is shown to preserve even gray matter in brains for thousands of years perfectly. Pickle that bitch. It still hurts but significantly less - Stanley is more confused than anything, he doesn't remember what swimming feels like and he can't see that he's in water. This is only supposed to be temporary tho because Ford plans to cure the zombie curse entirely once he believes he's sufficiently "fixed" (not gonna happen, Icarus didn't flap hard enough, also I'm not treating zombification as a virus in this because the show didn't treat it that way)

And OMFG I didn't know abt Cotard's delusions?? Thank you so much for sharing I will try to give it some justice within the fiction ily--

Stan doesn't act like a zombie (I mean yeah Ford mistook what he was doing for zombie behavior but he was blind and his leg was broken and he was starving who wouldn't stumble around with their arms out, trying to eat something) the same way Soos didn't really act like a zombie - he was still talking, he felt the hunger pretty presently but also he was still alive enough to watch TV and ignore the hunger and only really acted like a zombie to make fun. Stan, even after weeks of rotting, is still more present and aware than zombies made of dead things. Stanley never died, his body just started half-decomposing around him - his brain is mostly fine though, decomposition can't affect it much if you want a zombie that can move, and it's easier for a magic zombie curse to hold neurons alive than to restart dead ones. Neurons are supposed to die about 3 minutes after death, but Stan has been like that for weeks. He's lost most of his memory and quite a bit of his movement but he's not beyond physical therapy and relearning old memories when Ford finds him. But instead of that, Ford preserves him in his current state, slowly healing his muscles and trying to figure out a way to replace his eyes (doesn't happen I'm sick of people recovering from being blind in stories and Stan's ocular nerve is fucked) while Stan is still fully convinced he's still rotting away and he needs to remember all the things he wanted to do when he was alive because any day now his corpse will finally fail him and he'll be stuck in this body but unable to move as his body rots into the earth and he wants to be happy before that happens because he wasn't happy when he "died". He's not rotting anymore though, he's actually slowly getting better with Ford's help, he doesn't know that though, doesn't believe it even if the maggots are gone and his leg is healed and his teeth fit in his mouth properly again. Ford still regularly finds Stanley sobbing and glawing on his arm (new habit) because Oh God He's Dead and then a list of all his regrets a mile long

TL;DR - Ford's pet pickle has anxiety

Au where Dipper didn't find the page on karaoke in time and Stan told Mabel to grab his brother and grappling hook through the trees until they couldn't see the shack anymore, and once they were gone Stan kept fighting until he couldn't anymore, dozens of bites on his arms when he fell back into the house, sick and cold and hungry. Most of the zombies left when there weren't any humans left, and when the sun rose they crumbled to ash. Stan stayed inside, gnawing on his own already bloodied arm and trying not to think about how much he wanted the flesh under his teeth to be alive. He couldn't have the kids back, couldn't have anyone anywhere near the house while he was like this. He locked the doors and only peeked out at night. He found the journal Dipper had dropped when Mabel grabbed him, and he had almost forgotten his brother, his memory decaying along with his body, he used the journals to get the portal up and running as soon as he could - before he forgot his brother's name was not his own, before he forgot the last thing he had ever said to him: "Stanley, do something" and he intended to, in a race against his own body's decomposition.

By the time the portal started working, his eyes had clouded over and withered and rotted into his skull, the tendons holding his jaw in place hung low and awkward, flies had started burrowing into the bites on his arms, he couldn't remember the smell of the ocean or how his mother looked or why there were children upstairs yelling a name he didn't recognize but he remembered Stanford and he remembered that he needed to get Stanford back and all the rumblings that sent his corpse falling into hard concrete floors and breaking more bones meant that Stanford would be back soon, and he didn't know what he would do when Stanford was back, maybe eat him, he was so hungry, but no he couldn't because Stanford wouldn't be back if he was eaten would he. Maybe Stanford would feed him. Maybe Stanford would kill him in a way that stuck, and didn't leave him feeling every corroding cell in this damn body. Maybe Stanford would eat him. That would be nice.

[pinkmoonmp3]

audrey hepburn and stanley donen by gerard decaux, 1956 via mubi

[stonedstozier]

AJSOSHAOAN PROTECTIVE STAN IS MY SHIIIIIIIIT!!!

Just imagine Stan and Rich sitting by the water sharing a joint and the bowers bunch of losers comes up and of course they know Richie wouldn’t hurt a fly so they target him. They don’t think Stan will fight back but the second his hand hits Henry right in the jaw they KNOW. and they DONT FUCK WITH RICHIE ANYMORE bc Stan has them shaking in their boots. -P

stan is not much of a fighter, i’d say he’d probably do anything to keep his hands off of someone. but oh no.. when it comes to richie and someone hurting him, stan just sees all red and his fists go flying. it takes about two hits before henry is down with his hands up begging to be set free. stan doesn’t want to, but he lets henry go and richie is sitting there like… “that was awesome! but are you okay? 🥺” stan can’t help but laugh a bit and agree that it was awesome before showering richie and kisses and taking him somewhere else that’s safer

oh and p.s. i think bad boy stan and innocent richie will be posted tomorrow bc i literally can’t stop writing..

[inkykeiji]

why was shiggy low-key edging deku with death in that one scene at the mall 🧍‍♀️

ur asking the real questions anon