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Dunno why finding out Andrew Callaghan has been credibly accused of serial sexual assault got to me so much but i had weird dreams about it and everything
#Basically everyone connected to his old scene in Seattle is like#''Yeah that guy's main hobby is trying to rape inebriated women''#Andrew Callaghan#Channel 5#All gas no breaks#Rape-#Maybe it's disappointment that modern social pressures aren't enough to stop known serial predators from getting HBO specials#Maybe they didn't do their due diligence but more likely it was known and the people up top were like ''well as long as no one's#making a stink about it''#Because as soon as /I/ tried to look it all opened up before me like a horrible dead oyster#Parasites all
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#this guy is soooo normal about a cute boy talking to his platonic best bro#THE WAY HE JUST SULKS WHENEVER MONTY SHOWS UP#FROM THE MOMENT NIKO SAYS âoh he can definitely see edwin ;)â CHARLES IS LIKE I FUCKING HATE THIS KID#AND HE JUST STEPS IN FRONT OF EDWIN TO INTRODUCE HIMSELF AND THEN JUST SPENDS THE REST OF THE SCENE SO PISSY#HES SO MAAAAAAAAD#JUST FUCKING POUTING AND GIVING A STINK FACE#he is never ever pissy towards someone who isnât posing imminent risk to ppl he loves like esther cat king david night nurse etc#but the immediate rage towards monty just UGH#jealous charles means so much to me bc itâs openly stated how jealous edwin is but like edwin gets to make charles jealous back itâs so goo#and no itâs not the same with the cat king ok the cat king is a fucking predator#thatâs not jealously thatâs protectiveness#and iâm sure some jealously bc someone flirting with edwin but itâs not the same itâs a grown ass man being a fucking creep to his person#i desperately want crystal to take charles aside & go#âyou know that behaviour when someone is flirting with your best friend isnât normal platonic behaviour rightâ#i need season 2 and i will not give up on her#charles rowland#edwin payne#monty the crow#yeet my deet#dead boy detectives#dbda#dbdshow#save dead boy detectives#renew dead boy detectives#revive dead boy detectives#dbd4ratch#yeet my deebd#payneland#described
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It's summer for you, winter for me. Warm me up with strawberry fluff! As always, my muse, your muse, the one and only, Eddie.
Midsummer's night, because I don't have a lot to inspire you with. I'm thinking something cute but weird? Maybe some human body softness where Eddie is a bit of a freak and we love him for it. And we're told our bodies are lovely, even when they're doing weird shit.
I lalalove youuuuu. xo Rhi
RHI!!!! <3 i adore you. thank you for this prompt - i had far too many ideas for it, but ended up on settling for this one, which coincidentally feels like the most subtle of them all? either way, it definitely turned out being the softest. give me an eddie munson who just wants to sniff me like a dog. this definitely got a bit long but i hope you enjoy, my dear <3
the smell of you
warnings: weirdos in love? idk. i have a skewed sense of what is actually weird i think. mentions of death and coffins jokingly. eddie 'manhandles' reader sort of. not edited.
wc: 2.2k+
come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3
âEddie?â
The entire apartment is quiet â too quiet â as you drop your keys into the old crystal bowl on the counter. The clink resonates through the air, louder than the soft murmur of the stereo static you can hear from down the hall.Â
âYou dead?â you call out again, slipping off your running shoes and tossing down your headphones onto the counter as well now, âDo I need to call the coroner?âÂ
Your tone is lilted, teasing with airiness as you continue to wander deeper into the apartment and head straight for the room you know Eddie has to be in. Like the waves pulled by the moon, thereâs an incessant string tied around one end of your soul that connects you to his, and you follow it all the way down the hallway. The bedroom door is wide open, and you can hear his mumbled yell of a response without clarity before you even cross the threshold.Â
You wouldnât have even needed him to verbally respond to find him in this tiny apartment. You two could get separated on the streets of a bustling city, of a buzzing New York sidewalk, and you still wouldnât properly lose him. Itâs more than just soul ties and his gravity that keeps you pulled to him.Â
Something unspoken. Something homely.Â
âSorry, what was that?â you hum as you spy him face-down in the bed, pillow muting him by the mouthful, âSay it one more time, and this time not into the pillow.âÂ
When he finally properly turns over, heâs a vision. Sleep lines folded into his skin and a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, eyes squinting in irritation not at you but the sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window. Messy hair, messy shirt, messy everything. A kind of mess you just want to collapse into currently, curling up in all that he is from the dayâs exhaustion.Â
Heâd mentioned wanting to take a nap before youâd left for the gym. Something about the summer heat draining him, trailing off as heâd rambled about how heâd probably thrive as a vampire.Â
âI said,â he huffs, sitting up, the frizz of his hair becoming a makeshift halo, âIf you call the coroner, request the comfiest coffin possible.â
âWhy do you need a comfy coffin if youâre already dead?âÂ
âYou dare deny me of being buried in tempurpedic memory foam? In my hour of need?âÂ
You roll your eyes as you huff out a little laugh, forcing yourself to turn away from him long enough to strip out of your socks. But just as you reach down for the pieces of clothing, you catch sight of the source of that stereo static flooding the room.Â
Your shared record player, spinning a blood red pressing of one of your more recent vinyl purchases. The album has been played through, but the player no longer had an automatic stop mechanism, probably from years of use.Â
The center of the record is probably scratched, and Eddie knows it, from how sheepish he looks when you glance over your shoulder at him.Â
âSpeaking of death,â you walk over quickly, purposefully, before carefully lifting the needle and cutting the static finally, âCare to explain why youâre burning scratches into my Momento Mori vinyl?âÂ
âIâm sorry,â he quickly apologizes, nearly flinging himself off the bed as he scooches quickly to the end, clearly fully awake now, âI put it on and thought Iâd just lay down for a quick second, but then the bed was so comfy, and I thought it wouldnât hurt to take a quick nap, and thenâŚâ he trails off, looking up at you through his lashes with big eyes already pleading for forgiveness, âIâll buy you a new one. Swear it.âÂ
Itâs impossible to be mad at him when heâs looking like this, inhumanely soft and easily forgiven, âYouâre lucky youâre cute, or you really would be dead.âÂ
He doesnât respond with words, but instead the outstretch of his hands, fingers flexing as he beckons to you. The needle rests on its perch, the vinyl left behind to gather dust for a few extra moments, as you go straight to him.Â
When his palms slip beneath your old t-shirt and meet your skin, theyâre pleasantly warm.Â
âYou were right,â you admit as his knees spread, delegating even more room for you to stand in front of him as your hand wanders to cradle the side of his face, fingers tangling in sweaty curls from his rest. Your thumb mimics his on your own skin instinctively, tracing a large arch right up over his cheekbone, âItâs hot as balls outside.âÂ
âTold you so,â he murmurs, smiling softly in satisfaction as he leans lazily into your touch.Â
âYou did,â you agree quietly, half-entranced by his relaxed face, no sight of pride in the room currently.Â
He resembles a cat as he continues to preen under your gentle hand, and you almost expect him to start purring right before you find the strength to pull away, removing his hands from where they'd wandered to your lower back.Â
One swipe of his finger along your sweaty spine, and youâd remembered what your original intentions had been immediately upon getting home.Â
âWai- Where are you going?â heâs seemingly brought back down to Earth the moment he loses the pattern your thumb had been tracing, the press of your fingertips into his scalp. When he reaches back out to latch onto you again, you take a step back, âGet back here-â
âI need to shower,â you laugh, shaking your head and smacking his hands away as he continues to barter, âIâm all sweaty and smelly, let me go clean up and then we can nap togeth-âÂ
âYou can shower after we nap,â he nearly whines, finally catching your shirt between his fingers and tugging, uncaring for if he stretches the fabric. A small price to pay to have you close to him, âCâmon, sweetheart. I know youâre just as exhausted as I am.âÂ
You swear you meant to take another step backwards, but somehow, you end up back between his knees, âDid you not hear me, Munson? I stink.â
âGood.âÂ
He doesnât give you any time to react â in an instant, heâs throwing his face forward, burying it against your stomach as you let out a gasp and immediately try to pry him away with far too gentle of hands in his hair.Â
âEddie!â
If it were anyone else, youâd probably be mortified. But Eddie just takes a dramatic deep breath in, nose buried just shy of your belly button, and when his shoulders start to shake with muted laughter, you canât stop the smile from breaking. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair, still pulling back in an attempt to get him away from you, but heâs resilient.Â
And all your faux resistance is weak in comparison. Soon enough, youâre back to melting into him.Â
Only once youâre relaxed once more, no sign of trying to pull away again any time soon as his hands once more evade the space beneath your shirt to wander up and down your sticky skin without a care in the world, does he lift his face away from you long enough to breathe and speak, âIâll have you know â I love your stink.â
âShut up.â
âIâm serious.âÂ
âYouâre an idiot.âÂ
âIâm your idiot.âÂ
The game of banter is cut short when he goes back to pressing his nose into your clothes that surely canât smell good. No amount of deodorant or perfume could erase that underlying stench of sweat. Hell, the shirt is still a bit moist from it all: from the walk to the gym, from your workout itself, from the walk home. Itâd been through the ringer, and youâre back to tugging him away from you.Â
âI refuse to believe you like how gross I smell right now,â you reinforce, eyes darting towards the bathroom connected to your master bedroom, âI promise Iâll be quick with the shower.âÂ
âBaby,â he fights back, wrapping his arms around you securely, no intention of losing this battle, âYou remember that time we went to the fair, and you were complaining about how you were sweating, so I tried to lick your face?âÂ
Your nose scrunches quickly at the memory, âI do, unfortunately.â
âYou really think Iâd be willing to lick the sweat off your body but be afraid of you smelling a little bad while we cuddle?â his shoulders drop as he looks up at you, head tilted, almost as if amused with the conversation, âWhat kind of man do you take me for?âÂ
âThe kind that gets off on annoying me.âÂ
His jaw drops, putting on a fake look of offense before he dramatically throws himself back onto the bed, laying flat as he makes a fist to mimic stabbing his chest, âYou wound me.â
Youâve heard those words a thousand times in a hundred different ridiculous voices. Youâve seen this scene enough to have it mesmerized at this point, down to the over-exaggerated pout of his lips and the lingering of the fist against his sternum.Â
You never grow tired of it. You never will.Â
âNeed me to kiss it better?â you joke as you prop a knee up on the bed, following the same script as always.Â
And he hits his queue perfectly when he lifts his head eagerly at the expected response, wiggling his brows a bit. âAbsolutely. Doctorâs orders, in fact.âÂ
âGreat,â you see an opportunity, and take it, âIâll get right to it, after my showe-âÂ
You donât even get the final syllable of the word off your tongue before heâs clenching his thighs around your own, knees pressing hard before he wraps his legs the rest of the way around your waist to pull you in. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you begin to fall forward, but Eddie is quick to break the fall with ease. Catching you with his eager hands, maneuvering for you to half drop to the mattress while some of you still lands atop of him.Â
He has you right where he wants you, turning his head to be face to face with you, noses nearly brushing, âUnfortunately, the doc said you have to kiss it better now, or else youâll be comfy coffin shopping.âÂ
âA fatal wound?â you gasp, nearly mocking him. It doesnât offend him â if anything, his boyish grin only grows wider, âFirst, Iâm smelly-â
âAgain, I like when youâre smelly.â
â-And then I inflict a fatal wound upon my lover? Oh, how dare I.â
Slowly, all your insecurity of how you currently smell is simply fading. The entire ordeal has become an art of childlike, whimsical jokes â and Eddie is an artist. A professional at the dance, locked and loaded with his incomparable skill set equipped for disarming you this way. The ability to make someone feel loved, imperfections and weirdness aside.Â
He likes you, even when you claim you donât smell your best. And you like him, even when his hair is tangled beyond recognition and one of his socks is half-hanging off his foot from a nap.
You like him when heâs embarrassing you in public, tongue chasing after you with the threat of licking your sweat away, and he likes you when all you can do in response is a weak palm to his chest (that isnât even making an effort to push him away) as you giggle relentlessly.Â
You like each other on the good days, the bad days, the weird days.Â
Disarmed entirely, you donât even notice when his face conveniently slots itself far too close to your armpit as you two scooch further up into the bed. Youâre more occupied with the way your legs tangle up, toeing each otherâs socks off properly as he slings a heavy arm across your torso.Â
âWeâre gonna have to wash the sheets,â you mumble, exhaustion catching up as the two of you finally settle.Â
He hums absentmindedly, nuzzling into your skin a bit further as he makes himself comfortable. âAnd wash away your sweet, sweet stink? I donât think so, sweetheart.âÂ
âOh, fuck off,â you laugh, unbothered as your fingers start to trail up and down his back over the t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles along the way, âIâm serious. We need to change them soon anyways, I think I got crumbs in the bed the other night with those crackers.âÂ
âBury me in the crumbs of all your midnight snacks,â he almost slurs, clearly drifting back off.Â
You snort in response, relaxing and letting your own eyes shut. Matching all your deep breaths with his own, a million different last words crossing your mind to whisper to the boy youâre sure is once again asleep.Â
I love you.
I adore you.Â
I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, if youâll have me.Â
And maybe some of those unspoken thoughts slip out without you realizing, because he squeezes you just a little bit tighter, presses his face just a little bit deeper into your skin as his scruff tickles you.Â
The only actual thought you can know for certain that you say, though, is, âDo you think they actually make coffins with memory foam inside?âÂ
To your surprise, even despite the almost-snores that had been escaping him, he answers in a heartbeat.Â
âOh, definitely. Weâll order two.â
#ghost's stories#summertime sweetness#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#stranger things#peep me making fun of myself in there about the way i constantly like to write him doing the whole mock stabbing himself thing#i just want to find me an eddie munson to be so comfortable with that afternoons like this would be a regular thing ya know#give me a man who likes my stink#a man who offers to order us matching tempurpedic coffins#i don't think that's how you spell that word if i'm being completely honest#it's canon in my head the two of you would go 'coffin shopping' just cause you both wanna know what it's like to lay in one#also in my process of brainstorming and writing this i realized i really do not understand the concept of being weird because#halfway through writing this#i questioned if it was even weird/weird enough?#this doesn't feel weird to me this just feels like the normal progression of getting comfortable in a relationship#it was this or eddie being unbothered by sounds of indigestion or however you spell it#ANYWAYS im rambling my bad <3#i hope i made you proud rhi!! <3
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yâall we r not beating exorsexism and misogyny by calling every transmasc that pisses u off a âtheyfab.â Idc if they are annoying or have dumbass opinions, literally using someoneâs agab as an insult is wrong and treating transmascs as annoying little afabs is deeply misogynistic and transphobic. What happened to just calling people fucking idiots
#trans ppl sound off in the replies I want to hear ur opinions on this respectfully bc like idk it makes me feel crazy#it just makes me rlly deeply uncomfortable to see ppl who generally have fine takes do this shit like cmon yâall we can be better#all saying it tells me is that ur just treating all the transmascs u DO like as exceptions to the rule#idc if ur arguing w the most annoying deeply stupid transmasc in the world itâs not their identity that makes them annoying or stupid lol#using someoneâs agab derogatorily is so fucking stupid itâs ltrlly just one step away from calling them pussy boys or annoying women idfk#.txt#whatâs crazy is the most egregious example I saw was some1 literally complaining about exorsexism. by blaming it on afabs. then posting lik#âwhen theyfabs walk in the roomâ to some âeeew it stinks in hereâ audio on TikTok. saying they had stinky pussies. they were literally afab#hello??? the internalized misogyny is fucking CRAZYYYYY literally yall just regurgitate shit Iâve already heard from cishet men but act lik#itâs ok cause itâs directed at âtheyfabsâ instead of women. Ok
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kids in museums, volume 438
small girl, maybe 7 years old, approaching me at an open house: why are there so many NAKED PEOPLE [ie artwork] in here?!
me: well, a long time ago in ancient Greece and Rome, they thought the human body was really beautiful. like a work of art that nature made. so they put a lot of naked figures in their statues and paintings, and then later on, people wanted things to look Greek or Roman, so they copied that.
her, huffy: well I think it's GROSS! BLECH!
#museums#kids say the darndest things#see I understand it from a 7-year-old. it's when a THIRTY-seven-year-old makes a stink about#a nude statue of Heracles or bust of Venus#that I get tetchy
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gosh i wish Christopher Tolkien was still alive :')
RIP to my main bitch you would have loathed rings of power
#can you IMAGINE the righteous stink he would make abt rop#given how much he loathed the hobbit movies LOL#Christopher Tolkien would NOT stand for an elrond/galadriel kiss i'll tell you THAT đ¤#sorry i'm still bitter about that kiss#it's almost (almost) ruined the celrond ship as a whole for me đđŠ
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thinking about the potential of double life smallidarity
Sorry I know you probably mean "What if Jimmy and Joel were assigned soulmates" but I'm also already insane about their canonical interactions too
Joel upon meeting Jimmy in DL: "HA thank GOD we aren't soulbound!! I'm gonna make your soulmate annoyed!!!!!!!" (proceeds to punch Jimmy) Joel later the very same episode: "So Tango um is Jimmy like. okay.."
Loser. Such a loser
#it is fun to think though... Joel would complain sooo much and he'd make a big stink out of it but it's all performance#he cares so much. He'd be frustrated if Jimmy got them killed but he's more frustrated about Jimmy dying in itself#Would say shit like âJimmy you better not get us killed or I swear to godâ because he can't show care or concern in any conventional way#unless Jimmy's already at death's door unfortunately#blabber#trafficshipping
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from another mother...
the day when Tess and Maria got shitfaced
#tess and maria appreciation#they've tried to have a girls night like this for such a long time so when miller brothers screwed up (again) well this happened#sooo i believe that there's someone in jackson who make pizzas on a regular basis or like on the weekends#it wouldn't be a girls night without 20 years old magazine full of dumb and funny quizzes#according to one maria is a cornbread and tess is a brioche#these women can't hold their liquor tho#tess tried to teach maria how to smoke but failed maybe next time#ellie walked into a house at some point but quickly changed her mind when she saw that absolute chaos#boys were at tommy's thinking (and drinking) about their life choices and âwhat in the hell did they do wrong this timeâ#they found their wives in the morning passed out on the couch with house stinking of cigarettes and booze so they are even now i guess#i think there's a revenge coming soon#that hangover tho..... ugh#tess servopoulos#maria miller#tess tlou#tess lives#when i tell u i started this in january but managed to finish it now in-between some other work... i wouldn't be lying
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All things considered though, I do think Fabian having to babysit his baby sibling only to be the first to find out that said baby is a Wild Magic Sorcerer (thanks to Bill's chaotic infernal blessing) and have to deal with their back to back surges would be funny.
Just imagine Fabian carrying his baby sib (who currently has a blue feather beard) on his hip as he assures his mother that he has everything under control only for his sib to turn into a potted plant mid sentence. Only to turn back and then promptly disappear into the Astral Plane for a minute.
#While i do think Fabianâs fears about a baby sibling are 1000% valid and he should get to make a stink out of it#i also think that beef should be with his mom and alone and that he should bond with his little sib#fabian seacaster#fantasy high#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#hallariel seacaster#unnamed lomenelda-faeth child
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Punk rocker in training.
#mic drops Eri off at school and such in his car because he thinks that it'll make the other kids respect her#little does he know#6 year olds dont care about his vintage ride#does eri go to a normal school no probably not#im not caught up on eri lore#Eri either gets taken places by a man who stinks of cats#a guy dressed head to toe in leather and spikes#or the symbol of peace himself#wish i was her#bnha#mha eri#hizashi yamada#present mic#yamadad#if you havent read my loudspeaker fic yet youre missing out#accidentally made it better than my actual proper book
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Been loving this dynamic
#blind man's bluff#ladyredms#l4d2#bmb spoilers#to be fair the entire group probably stinks like something died and look exhausted#but still itâs funny and oddly sweet to see ellis swooning for nick in that state like his thoughts about him are so romantic#like coach said âin stinkness and in health" hehe#itâs honestly therapeutic to draw nick all scrungly#makes me want to pick him up and squeeze him HRGHHHHH i love him so much#(but i guess nick doesnât smell bad anymore because he took a shower in the meantime lol this doodle is a bit old)
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chat i have five hours left of my twenties what do i do with it. nevermind i need to finish tomorrow's four eyes chapter that's what i'm doing
#but i will also have ice cream maybe#i am not normally a big birthday celebrator but c'mon man. it's the big three-oh#i will be making a stink about it
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rtheres a fucking girl in the marsh
#spark the electric jester#stej#float stej#miiirart#ive been making myself laugh with making these environmental arts and then sticking an ant of my choice in them last minute#im like jingling keys infront of myself like OOOOO OOOO YOU CAN ADD FLOAT AFTER OOOOOO#as if i wouldnt enjoy drawing it if she wasnt there. but also. think about the world post-clarity#really makes u stink#spark the electric jester spoilers
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⨠Star Friends â¨
When I found out that @chessman-protocol boy Crit liked Astronomy, letâs just say I was beyond estatic and immediately planned this little comic. Hereâs to my boy Vincent doing his best to make friends with folks who share similar interests đ
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Funny enough, I didnât realize I put this in Vincent characterâs until I looked at the whole thing, but Vincent very much shares the lack of stranger danger the way I did/ I do to this day. To quote one of my past managers Iâm âabnormally friendlyâ or whatever
I canât tell you how many times even as a small child (drove my parents nuts) that I saw a cool person with whatever connecting factor and I just straight up walked to them and was like âOk cool. Weâre friends now.â And nobodyâs really stopped me? So apparently I have friends now. đ
Vincent however is just a wholesome baby boy who doesnât realize heâs actually an intimidating hunk of a turtle and randomly walking up to strangers and not saying anything can be taken the wrong way.
Like I said, heâs trying his best. He wasnât exactly the most socialized if you canât tell, but he does love dearly and is certainly a boone of a friend to have once you get past the inevitable social awkwardness. Heâs loyal to put because he really doesnât know better, and I adore him for that. Anyway, dunno if Crit knows any ASL or not, but either way Vincent is just excited to meet somebody else who likes space â¨đ đ
#just being jayus#doing this ugly and scared#my boy <3#Vincent my beloved#rottmnt original character#rottmnt oc#original comic#rottmnt#save rottmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#time to go feral in the comments again; please ignore the ramblings of an insane person#Fun fact: Vincent is mute (late mutation and didnât fully develop vocal chords) and so he only speaks turtle and partial ASL#Morrocoy Tortoise AKA Yellow or Red Footed Tortoise bop their head to assert dominance and show emotions#Head hopping and headbutting is Vincentâs tic and you can tell how heâs feeling by how fast or slow he goes because itâs a VIBE#Working on this comic was like the preverbal attempt of taking a horse to water#except this horse is a pony (anything under 14 hands is of the devil) and would not even spare it a glance unless it was perfection#Alas mockery and spite is unfortunately my demise and I could not handle the blank page any longer#Can you see how my style changed when the focus and subject changed?đ
#Forgive me my son#for I have not learned to draw you from all angles yet.#Why did I make you so pretty and detailed in my head and yet have my hand betray you?!#The true tragedy is when your idea level is not at your skill level bECaUsE I KnOw wHaT hEs SuPpOsEd To LoOk LiKe BuT I CaNt DrAw HiM yEt#So here we are and I am accutely aware of how much work there is to be done. Iâm looking at you flippin turtle anatomy#But hey we all have to start somewhere#so here I am#I tried and by golly I will keep trying. Vincent deserves that much đ
đ§ĄđŤĄ#I just looked back at this and realized I MISSED A STINKING PANEL. And Vincentâs shirt.#Flips a table in my mind#Also Iâve never made a mute character before so if anybody has notes especially about ASL PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E lemme know.#Wanna make sure I represent the peoples correctly đŤĄđ§Ą
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I despise how that Nora bitch has actively invaded fandom spaces that were made for general fans with her self-inserts with Randy, and is such a thumb sucking sheltered moron that she genuinely cries to her millions of friends that of course cock her off the second that not every single fan instantly caters to her specific shelter of what she wishes South Park fans were (self congratulatory clones that think that she's the center of existence when it comes to Randy or that she's the only one that's ever loved him deeply or ever will, which of course she would love the narrative of because it's the only thing that ugly moron is ever going to have to make her feel special).
I don't normally allow the countless morons that are in consumerism culture to get to me like this but because it's specifically Randy, it's been over three goddamn years, and because it's specifically the fact that she's being increasingly more narcissistic and obnoxious about her garbage and that she's forcing people to see it even in generalized spaces, and when you look at her page she is specifically encouraging the fact that she owns Randy, on top of the fact that she is millions of obnoxious equally pathetic sheep that are encouraging her pathetic attitude, on top of the fact that she has literally been quote tweeting people harassing them for being depressed that they're not popular.
Yes, I would say that people like me deserve to feel incredibly bitter about her "mark", an incredibly rotting stinking pathetic mark and all that she has to offer in her pathetic life.
#randy marsh#luckily his tag is barely active so I get to see this hanging up here for a long time â¤ď¸#why is it that mature fans like me have to put up with stinking worthless narcissists like this that think they're the first person to ever#love Randy deeply and that it makes them special?#grow the absolute fuck up#she's in her twenties by the way so it's not like I'm bullying a kid#I never thought I would be one of those fans posting about niche drama in South Park Tumblr#but I don't have anything to lose and I don't care about it because I never related to anyone anyway
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The way people are becoming anti-children nowadays is really sad. And I'm not talking about people not wanting to have kids of their own, that's fine and something that shouldn't be shamed nor up to someone else to debate. No, I'm talking about the people who adamantly hate these little humans for simply existing, wanting to ban them from spaces due to them having emotional reactions that they are still learning to understand (you know, the kind of lessons that everyone had to learn and figure out at one point). It's gotten to the point where I've even seen these types of people genuinely support children being harmed and deny their hurt under the consensus of "Well then maybe they shouldn't be there," in your average public space. Like, imagine thinking hating on children, people who need assistance and guidance, is something to be proud of.
#like ill never forget this lady talking about how she took her son to some ice cream or cookie place#and let him look at the display (which is normal) only to have to pull him away bc a man got way to close#and when she talked about how weird it was (which makes sense bc it was) people were blaming her for letting her child run free (which wasn'#t what happened people just threw that in there to justify their hate & dismissing of the potential harm a child could've experienced)#âi vote that dogs should be on plans more than children bc they aren't as annoying!â is gross and brain dead bc only one of those two can#use the bathroom while the other uses it on a mat something in which has potential to stink up a plane & annoy people as well#you just want to bring your dog on board without all the hoops so you act like hating children will solve it#and coming from an animal lover dogs and other pets have the ability to annoy you on flights just as much as children can let's think now#also ive seen people say that children are wrong for experiencing emotional outbursts and im like âwhile it can be frustrating having to#deal with acting like you weren't in their shoes once and trying to shame them for these emotions is such a jerk thing to doâ#also like its guaranteed that kids are going to cry on planes how about instead of shaming them & their parents maybe idk buy soundproof hea#-dphones? like parents are going to bring their kids traveling (as is their right) and are educating them the best they can that's not going#to change so why not take simple steps to prepare instead of hating on little humans? just saying#again this is not for people who just don't want to have kids! people who don't are just as valid as people who do#don't let anyone tell you otherwise#miscellaneous#idk necessarily how to tag this tbh#rants#tw for mentions of children being harmed
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