#just let our ginger cop live her best gay live

[realtalk127]

Here’s what really gets me in the feels about Angst!Nicole:

Let’s remember that in season 1 Nicole’s main personality trait (in additon to being head over heals for Waverly) was feeling left out all the time. She spends a whole lot of time on screen trying to feel included but failing. It’s most prominent in s1, but honestly it really defines her up through the beginning of s2 (see the blood oath everyone takes at BBD in 2x01).

Now: flash forward to s4 where Nicole and Wynonna are at the lab with Rachel. Nicole encourages Wynonna to go on without her and does it whole-heartedly, not out of guilt or obligation. That is HUGE character growth. Nicole doesn’t need to be at the center of the action to feel important anymore, and - more importantly - Nicole also trusts Wynonna enough to gladly let her to do it instead.

Season 4 opens with a Nicole who has fully learned to trust her people. She’s 100% willing to step to the side and do whatever is needed for the best of the group - not whatever’s best for her own insecurities about being needed. She has enough trust in her place in the family that she doesn’t need constant evidence of her belonging with them.

But now two episodes later... all that has changed. I worry that we may have a Nicole who is back to square one, but worse. She did trust that her people had her back - and of course they did - but it didn’t matter. It still left her feeling abandoned just like before. Everyone else had the same experience together while she was kicked to the sidelines - just like all of season 1, just like 2x01. Except this time, instead of fighting demons vs boring normal police patrol... it was a few days of fighting WITH loved ones vs a year and a half of fighting alone.

I think we’re going to see not just major PTSD from Nicole but some major resentment as well when all these insecurities come out to play. Nicole knows cognitively that her family didn’t intentionally abandon her, but it won’t feel that way - not for a while.

[bugsrepellsgant]

OKIE ive been kicking this au around my brain for months so here’s an outline or whatever

WORKING TITLE: toki and pickles travel cross country to california like kermit and fozzie in the muppet movie OR toki and pickles do america

TL;DR toki and pickles are both 17-ish, the year is 199X, theyre hauling ass to socal to audition for SnB, but instead they accidentally get dethklok together and fall in love :-)

pickles has freshly stepped out and couch surfed his way to greenbay, and just managed to scrape together enough cash for a bus ride to minneapolis (going east to go west is counterintuitive and dumb but so is american public transport) BUT THEN

toki’s one-ish year out of home, has scraped together enough money working for runke to apply for a passport but once he gets to the offices oh no!!! he doesn’t have any proof of citizenship! and he’s a minor! aw fuck now he’s gotta stow away on an oil tanker cus staying isnt an option (yes this is paddington now)

he lands in boston harbor, gets far enough inland on foot and by ferry until he reaches GREEN BAY, WI and he’s a day or two of panhandling away from meeting the ticket fee BUT THEN

its friday night which means its fucking college football night which means SHITTY COLLEGE BROS HAVE DESCENDED UPON THE CITY!

pickles gets briefly needled for being short and ginger but u know he Lives hes been getting this kind of shit forever. HOWEVER toki is immediately singled out as a funny lookin, high voiced, gnome hat weirdo with an accent and he’s trying to laugh along ??? ha ha?? but its so Bad and pickles feels Bad but he’s gotta get outta here-

Oh God one of the bros tried to to take toki’s guitar away and toki flipped shit and its a fight now!! he’s outnumbered but our boy pickles intervenes!!! they’re winning? OH GOD SOMEONE CALLED THE FUCKING COPS

escape! safe; breathless in an alley; “hey whats yooooour name???” “toki!” “heheheheh toke-ki >B-)” “?????” “im pickles” “you namesed pickle???? ‘,:-/“ bla bla bla oh u play guitar? i play drums but i like guitar too there’s a band in LA i wanna play for ya wanna come with???

a car is obtained at... some point

and OH BOY DOES HE!

a long series of shenanigans occur! our boys get stopped, turned around, detoured, misdirected, all kinds of classic farce bullshit, later on we make and pick up friends at pitstops! a fellow highschool dropout with a killer voice in kissimmee, the best guitarist youve heard in your life dodging swedish mandatory service in chicago, a dude with the stankiest bassline (and feet) that side of the mississippi in the texas panhandle, a TOTAL buzzkill geek of a harvard freshman on summering at his family villa near denver, a cool headed, smart as hell, fuckin julliard composer in training who produces music FOR FUN visiting her family in downtown phoenix.

oh my GOD what is seth fucking DOING HERE is that lady his GIRLFRIEND is she PREGNANT what the HELL GO HOME IF YOU TELL MOM WHERE WE ARE ILL KILL YOU DEAD

seth’s also hanging out with this other guy who seems...... cool? you think? fun, talented, good at guitar like both our boys, pickles’ kinda guy to be honest? there’s something about him thats hard to trust though.

sharing hotel rooms, sleeping in truck beds, they get curious about each others lives? pickles clocked toki as a weird hick at first blush, and tbh he was right but? he went to highschool with farm kids and knows farm kid-weird from weird-weird and toki’s WEIRD-weird. and sweet. and funny. the polaroid in toki keeps of a man and a woman, the man in a reverend’s hat, makes pickles scared to ask. especially since toki’s been cool enough to mind his own business.

toki’s fascinated by pickles’ bouts of righteous anger. unlike runke, his rage has energy and intent, and the stunt he pulled in green bay was so nice and so COOL! he’s one such real cool guy with a cool leather jacket and cool hair... but Why is he so mad all the time? why does he drink so much, it doesnt even taste good? why does he STEAL drinks when they have no money? what happened to toki’s nice, cool, brand new friend pickle? something like what happened to toki? but? pickles is so Cool and Nice and NORMAL and toki is so Weird and Stupid and Wrong in ways toki’s horrified to let him discover. its better not to ask him, he guesses.

feelings get stronger as all the bad things come to light. crying hugs are had. pickles drops what was going to be bus money on a replacement V for toki and toki drops his panhandling dough on a goldtop for pickles.

WE FINALLY GET TO LA AND......? what the fuck

the glam/hair scene is dead in the water. Snakes n Barrels supernova’ed. no more audition. no more career. shit shit shit.

but all the friends weve made along the way are here for our boys! they’ll just start their OWN BAND!!!! TAMPA! MORDHAUS! DETHKLOK’S A-GO!! everythings comin up milhouse!

our boys are Officially *an item* and they ride into the sunset together, stirrup to stirrup, side by side. big gay kiss. the end :-)

OTHER THINGS THAT HAPPEN:

amber goes into labor during one of seth’s drop in visits and everyone gets emo about family as a concept, pickles and seth gave a heart to heart, no one is too metal for feelings when the baby comes bc life is beautiful

magnus pulls some scary/mean bs but its nothing too awful and theres forgiveness and lessons learnt and stuff.

the duel! but theres THREE GUITARISTS?????!!!!!!!!!! MAYBE FOUR?

toki and pickles will both have religious drama but pickles’ drama is more of a sidenote in his list of Issues (pickles’ family is probably catholic and i was raised catholic and i GOTTA project. i GOTTA)

lgbt themes because IM GAY and THEYRE GAY PRRRRBBBBT

murderface? finds love?? GAY LOVE???

this post is too long g-g-g’byeeeee!

[paolox3b]

@cartmangetsananalprobe recently posted: “South Park fandom: you’re good, but I swear on God every last one of you who worships Creek and acknowledges little to nothing else about the show are taking years off of my life.”

It got me to thinking that maybe we should ALL make lists about all the good stuff throughout the last 20 years of South Park. 1. The uproar over the show! Keep in mind, I'm old. My stepson was 10 when South Park came screaming into the living room by an upstart cable channel, Comedy Central. We were there from second number one! We were there for Christmas when J. declared that Mr Hankey was in the toilet, and his grandma shot coffee out her nose and nearly had to be resuscitated! Oh dear – the show was going to destroy civilization as we knew it. It would corrupt our children. It was perverse, immature, obscene, politically incorrect...and it only got better! And boys said the F-word! Rejoice! 2. A seemingly major character died. Oh my God, they killed Kenny! You bastards! And Kenny came back?! WTF? Every week, especially the first Christmas episode, would Kenny die again? When? How? 3. The animation. This was not glorious anime or 3D CGI. That was in its infancy back then. This was art paper cutouts bobbling along. 4. The show made fun of itself, especially with the movie. “It's just all fart jokes and crappy animation.” And then they made a fart joke and highlighted crappy animation. 5. Speaking of, all the boys look the same without hats and specific outfits. And they proved this, when the boys all joined the David Blaine cult. Who's who? Cartman: Guess who I am? 6. Speaking of Cartman, well, he was annoying. He was racist. He was hateful. And we loved it. And the show got away with it. Then he fed the Tennormans to their son. And his dad was Jack Tennorman, making Eric half ginger. Ooooof! 7. Chef. God we loved Chef. My kid played that Chef Aid CD until I was ready to strangle him. 8. And more Chef. He was the go-to guy for the boys, and he called them little crackers, too. And he'd sing. He's sing about laying down by the fire and making sweet love. 9. The inept school staff. In raising 6 boys over the years, I can tell you, I've met them all. Yes, there are Mr Mackey types out there, mmmK? 10. Hot potato issues: NAMBLA, seriously? Crap, I had to explain 'boylovers' and 'pedos' to my kid. Celebrities and politicians beware! But no issue was too small or too big for South Park to tackle. 11. Speaking of #10? There was even an episode where the celebrities came after South Park for revenge at being lampooned. Poor Tom Cruise. 12. Religion. No sacred cows here. Just cows. Kyle's a Jew! The Catholic priests are molesting boys! Even Mohammad showed up, then got censored. Poor guy. And let's not forget Jewpacabra. 13. The Super Best friends, speaking of. 14. Jesus and his talk show on cable TV. 15. Jimbo and Ned. “Wait, I can say 'fag' without getting bleeped?” 16. Speaking of gay stuff, other than Creek, that is. The show tackled it. Hard. No pun intended. 17. In particular, Mr Slave. Yikes! I mean, this guy could leap into the air like a gay ninja action hero and swallow up Paris Hilton. Let's move on... 18. The crazy adventures that our foul-mouthed little heroes went on almost every week. This was a staple of the show for so long. I miss it. 19. The holiday specials. I miss those, too. “I'm a lonely Jew...at Christmas.” Kyle in a straitjacket, locked in a rubber room singing his dreidel song. 20. The supporting characters. Santa, Mr Hankey, and all the other nuts in that town. 21. The town being wiped out repeatedly, and rebuilt. 22. Speaking of 21, Mecha-Streisand, anyone? Babs? Hello? Can I have an autograph? 23. The parents. Those crazy parents. Oh, help us! They even overpowered a network with diarrhea. 24. The complex friend dynamic. Fatass! JEW! Poor piece of crap. Nihilist asshole. Which, of course, led to J's gang doing the same thing. Poor “M” in the group got to be the Jew when the boys would start that routine. He had the green hat, as my stepson justified it. What was that about corrupting our children? 25. Expansion of vocabulary. My boy learned so much from this show. Including what a clitoris is. 26. The Star Trek references. Matt & Trey love Star Trek. Remember Red Shirt boy being eaten by the black scary monster? And the subtle stuff, like Craig saying, “If I had wheels, I'd be a wagon.” or “Dude, that was Wrath of Khan, not the Bible!” 27. Simpsons did it! All the other references to popular shows of the day. 28. TIMMY! And Jimmy, too. Cripple fight! 29. Did I mention the movie? They made a movie! 30. Blame Canada. It's always Canada. 31. Speaking of 19, the songs! The original songs. Robin Williams even sang “Blame Canada!” on the Academy Awards. 32. The way the show made us look at things differently. Who wasn't a bit afraid of ginger kids after seeing that episode? And the uproar the show created when it would do something like this. Remember the “Kick a Ginger” day thing? 33. Imperfect characters. No, these weren't your average cartoon characters. They had problems. They faced them. They went on. Cartman is fat. Stan has addictions and depression. Kenny is poor and dies all the time. Butters and Tweek are abused/neglected. Craig is a bully. Clyde cries. Hell, he inadvertently killed his mom. (Or did he plan it?) Jimmy and Timmy are disabled.  And Kyle? Well, he seems to be the whipping boy; when something bad happens, it's usually to Kyle. I think this is another Star Trek reference. In TOS, it was Chekov. In TNG, it was Geordi. In Voyager, it was Harry Kim. In DS9, it was O'Brien who always got the raw deal. 34. Imagination. It takes a lot to do a show like this. “Imagination Land,” for one. Superheroes. Fighters of Zaron on Black Friday. More Superheroes. The boys have been news reporters, cops, you name it.

Anyone else that can add to the list?

[kurosis]

i really need to stop saying fuck the police because this time they really came

so lemme set up the scene for ya’ll. i was on discord last night, right? ingesting an entire bottle of wine because of who i am as a person. went to bed at fuck all in the morning because i didn’t work till 2pm. i wake up out of a dead sleep at around 10am? ish? to a lot of voices in our living room. like a shit load, like whose having a fuckin pow wow at 10am on a fuckin thursday kinda commotion. ( for reference, myself and my immediate friend / roommate are in the master bedroom. it’s an enclosed space, with it’s own walk in closet and bathroom. we can hermit ourselves away from the rest of the house by closing the door. important detail here ).

so i’m laying there waking my gay ass up slowly like, i don’t gotta be anywhere till fucking noon-thirty who the fuck ruining my procrastination? and then the very distinct sound of police walkies puts my brain into maximum fuck-no like? ya’ll? i fucking lived in LA for a chunk of my life and still visit there frequently. if there’s one noise i can pick out of crowd, it’s gunshots and police radios. the shit is VERY specific of a sound.

so now i’m like goddamn the cops up in our pad? who the fuck let them in? do they have a warrant? weeds legal why is this happening, is someone a crack head in here that i don’t know about? mental dialogue is going at full on lit at the same time as i’m texting my roommate whose on the other side of our apartment in her room ( i know she’s in there with the door closed. she’s a very delicate person with a lot of ptsd. i’m sure she’s gone straight up non-verbal at this point and just nope’d out of whatever’s going on ).  while i’m waiting for her to reply, i get snippets of conversation through the walls. shit like “ can you account for where you were last night? “, “ did anyone see you? can you confirm this? “ and i’m like oh goddamn this an interrogation. the goddamn fuzz is interrogating my roommates?! why?!?!

other roommate gets back to me with a big long garbled text of shit, and TL;DR our neighbor across from us has been MIA for a solid week. fuckin just vanished off the grid aint nobody seen her or heard from her. ( it’s entirely possible she’s been missing for longer. i mean we live in an apartment building. we keep to ourselves and don’t really fuck with each other, so it’s possible she’s been missing for like hella longer than just a week. )

so being the sweaty black gay disaster i am, i’m layin there like nah. i gotta go to work. how am i gonna go to work? shit i should call my manager and tell her what’s up. maybe i can just go back to sleep and be dead throughout this whole ordeal? peace out into the bathroom all quiet like. call up my manager and try to lowkey ask how late i can come into work without it being a problem. she lists off a lot of things that would essentially be a problem with that and i’m like “fuck alright. i basically need to put my biscuits in the oven and hope they don’t burn.”

hang up with my manager then head back to bed and lay down in preparation for pretending to be asleep and confused. text nervous roommate back like “yo, i don’t have time to be interrogated, i gotta work and shit and if this turns into a murder case i’m legit not about this as shitty as this sounds like i’m too dark and we live in trump’s america i’m gonna get lit the fuck up” she’s basically like “lol got u”  just as we agreed that i don’t exist in the other room, i hear the cop ask “ is there anyone else in the apartment? “ and scared roomies boyfriend is like “ oh yeah, just our roommate in the other room! “

sittin here like ya’ll for real. ya’ll for real karma, why you like this?  i’m just layin’ there like alright god, just let them come in here and be quick about it, my alibi’s gonna be “sorry officers i was drunk for an entire week” which aint even a damn lie let’s be real. waitin’ on shit to hit the fan and splatter all over my face, but after like five minutes nothing happens? i realize then that they must have been talking about scared roomie, cause voices are way less close to my side of the wall then they were before.

i realize no one fucking knows i exist in here ( i also realize they don’t have a warrant, because otherwise they’d be all up in our kibbles and bits ). plan gets shit into my head at light speed and sloppy and i’m like i’m gonna sneak away from the cops ( this is how i know i will never be a competent reasonable adult, this is the worst fucking decision i could have made instead of just being normal and going outside to see what was up #my life living with anxiety ) so i crawl my ass up, gather my two day old work clothes and grooming shit and decide i’m gonna get changed and ready in the closet.  with the lights off ( hindsight rn is like “bitch wtf were you on? you fuckin weirdo wtf is the matter with you?” )

i get completely ready, get my backpack, keys and garage key and wait like i’m pretty sure i’m not breathing, or quietly telling all my damn organs to chill the fuck out and quiet down just in case feds can smell the fear coming off a nervous bladder.  sounds like everyones either outside, or too close to the front door to notice shit, so i peek out carefully, make sure no one’s around then fucking book it to our patio.  like i probably could have gotten away with just carefully crawling over the railing and being chill about it, but i had to go full teenage boy on that shit and throw myself over straight into the goddamn bushes.  no time to make sure i didn’t get fucked up by plant-life ( spoiler: i wasn’t, somehow ). get my ass up and book it to the side gate next to the front main gates because there just cops and fucking people everywhere????? like fuck this, now i’m really not interested in staying. someone gettin lit up i don’t wanna be part of that i’m too dark for that shit fuckin’ bye.

i roll out mission impossible style, huggin walls and goin around the perimeter of our big park / playground out in front of our complex, lookin like a goddamn fool. i get aaaaall the way around to the other side of the gate, trying to like stay ducked out of sight along the wall and sort of periodically throwing my hand in the air to get our garage to open.  course the shit’s low on battery, so i have to sit my ass down and like repeatedly hit the button and press and hold on it and shake it-- you know all the dumb shit you do to get a thing to work that doesn’t actually help but makes you feel like it’s helping? yeah that shit.

shit opens up finally. i come out of the little alley, cove, shit, checkin’ for cops and generally makin’ myself look real gooddamn suspicious as i squeeze my ass into our garage to get to the car ( no easy task, considering it’s filled with things including a TABLE and  FUCKING ENTIRE MATTRESS ). get in the car, peel the fuck out- but like not too fast, i’m tryin to play it cool ( even though i fucking tripped on every single thing i came across. like it’s a goddamn miracle i wasn’t noticed like holy shit ). i make a very laaaarge wiiiide circle around our complex, just so it looks like i’m a nosey sunday driver and not the suspicious 16 year old boy i probably am lookin’ like right now.

i make it all the way around, i’m almost at the gate, my butthole can finally unclench soon and then a cop waves me down.

like of course i’m gonna stop he’s the goddamn law also it would be a decidedly bad idea to fucking not stop right now. so i slow down, roll down my window, and try my best to pitch my voice higher to sound a little more feminine and disarming? like no one’s going to fuck with a little nerdy black girl right? woops. nope. bitch you forgot you’ve been on hormones since november, you don’t sound like a cute confused little girl you sound like the squeaky teenager disaster of a boy with bad fashion sense and smelling vaguely of fritos and febreeze.

apparently this works, because he just asked if i lived here ( to which i mentioned a building on the opposite side of the complex entirely ), and then said that that was alright, but if i heard or came across anything funny to please let them know. “ anything helps, even if you don’t think it’s important- “ i squeak out an okay ( and try not to check him out. like what’s wrong with me i’m terrified and trying to escape and go to work but honestly he was a very nice ginger guy with like perfect teeth i was DOA ).

i end up at work on time, wondering why i’m like this as a person and why i can’t just be normal and not be full of anxiety and be turnt up to 11 about anything.

and that’s it. that’s everything.