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amporella · 2 years ago

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although on a more serious note i hate it when ppl say that kyle blew up canada because he was jealous of heidi bc i personally believe that:

he didn't blow up canada because of jealousy. he didn't go "guess ill blow up canada" after heidi decided to date cartman. the heidi situation might have contributed to it, but they fail to recognize that he was socially outcasted by his peers. for reasons kyle thought were unreasonable, and to be fr kinda were. and kyle, similar to in 'south park is gay', when he feels as though he's been isolated for something he feels unreasonable, he ends up wanting to 'prove everyone wrong', or avenge himself. he obviously also starts thinking negatively of his peers that have isolated him and of things he associates with them. he tries to find things to blame for how they treated him, so it'll be the thing he gets revenge on or something. in that case it was terrance and philip. one thing leads to another and canada gets nuked. was he indirectly involved in it? sure. did he go to the fucking white house to get nuclear codes from garrison then march on over to the goddamn pentagon to do the deed? no! obviously! and it wasn't even his intention in the first place!

does it mean his name is suddenly cleared if wasnt the one to directly do it? probably no, but it certainly can't compare to shit cartman's done, and he definitely didn't do it just because he got jealous that heidi started (read: got manipulated into) dating cartman again, and in the episode 'splatty tomato' he clearly said he no longer had any feelings for heidi at the time, and probably hadn't for a while. his whole relationship with heidi started out as him trying to get her out of what turned into an abusive situation. to see her go back into that situation then turn into a female version of the guy that's been antisemitic to him since what? infant onesies? would probably be very upsetting. in the end he did get over her, and like i said, clearly stated he had no feelings for the person she became.

like the 'kyle blew up canada' comment alone shows they only really did surface level analyzation on kyle's character and while he's done tons of fucked up shit, in terms of intent, the general moral code and policies he has, and his general attitude, he really isn't 'just as bad as cartman'. sure he's far from a 100% goodie two shoes but being on par with cartman? as if. like its not very hard to think through.

ive also seen people who say this kind od thing say they're missing the point of south park (being full of assholes, being offensive, etc. etc.) like no YOUR missing the point of cartman. the point of his character is the he's the assholiest of assholes!!! his character is supposed to embody nearly every bad opinion or belief that exists!! every bigoted thought you could have!!! the worst in people!!! like im not goin to deny that overtime he's started developing lots of depth and grew to become more than just the 'psychopathic child' caricature he started out as, but if you can't even understand the basic purpose that cartman's character has in south park's narrative and its main base and foundation, then like,,, i doubt you oughta be saying that chief. just a thought.

that's it from me, sorry for the ramble!! i just really wanted to share my thoughts on this kind of comment specifically ^^; hope ur doing well!!

RIGHT ON THE MONEY TBH!! (And it's been a while since I've watched that arc, so excuse any errors)

It's beyond insane to accuse Kyle of nuking Canada over something as petty as jealousy alone, and it really shows a fundamental misunderstanding of his character, as well as a fundamental misunderstanding of how external influence can affect someone? Like, I am genuinely concerned about how people can be so out of touch to not understand that Kyle had a million things coming at him at once in that instance - Heidi included (and not even just Heidi dating Cartman, but Heidi, a girl he really liked and felt protective of, making a sharp pivot to antisemitism), but also his friends (as you mentioned) and Mr. Garrison! It's obvious by Kyle's immediate horrified reaction that he didn't realize the implication of his actions; he was used as a pawn by Mr. Garrison to achieve and justify his political goals, and at the end of the day, you're totally right - he wasn't the one who actually did the deed, and imo there is NO way he would have done it himself. He expressed anger that he thought was righteous, and Mr. Garrison took it and ran with it. How is that his fault?

You worded it just as well as I could; it's absolutely laughable to think that Kyle is in any way as bad as Cartman based on one instance that he didn't even directly commit. Cartman does the bad shit he does out of genuine hatred: nobody taunts him over the phone to tell him to do it, and the minorities he hates certainly don't push him to the brink. He just does it because he can, and he wants to. He shows no remorse when he does succeed, and the regret he shows when he doesn't is only that he didn't succeed - not that he regrets any of his actions, at all. Kyle and Cartman are not on the same plane whatsoever.

It requires intentional misinterpretation of literally EVERYTHING Matt and Trey intended about South Park to think that Kyle is as bad as Cartman tbh! In order for South Park to work as a piece of satire, Cartman HAS to be the bad guy and he HAS to have good guys to play off of. Not perfect guys, but good guys. Without the contrast of bad guy vs good guy and Cartman having people who actually care about doing good to attack, South Park would have never survived this long. And even beyond all of that; why the hell would Matt make the character who's essentially his self insert as bad as Cartman? Surely that's enough of evidence that no, that obviously wasn't the intention?

Don't apologize for the ramble!! I think it makes a lot of sense and I totally agree. I hope you're doing well too!!! <3

(and WAJIPFAJFI all's well that ends well I guess?)

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redwine-house · 6 years ago

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Golden Years Ch.17 (Negan x Reader)

Summary: The council meets to decide the best course of action after the satellite station attack.

(Ao3) (Wattdpad)

(Masterlist)

Words: 1,842

Dwight had been unusually quiet throughout the meeting, opting to stare listlessly at the tabletop. When he finally did speak, he was hesitant.

“I think…I might know who is behind this.”

Negan smiled. “Dwighty, boy! Are you going to save the day and sail us out of this shit storm?”

Dwight tapped his fingers against the wood, only sparing Negan a fleeting glance. “When I left with Sherry and Tina, we ran into some guy. He said he was part of a community that still lived like people used to.”

Negan leaned back and stroked his chin. “Did you tell him about us?”

“Yes.”

“I’m assuming that it wasn’t a raving review. Did you give us a big old, splatty tomato?” Negan spread his fingers out and blew a raspberry.

It was jarringly obvious Dwight was uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat. “It was an obvious mistake.”

Negan was smiling. “Yeah, I’m sure it was,” he said quietly, his voice velvet. Negan leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. “So, you kidnap a guy, which would obviously piss anyone off.” He turned to the rest of you and held out his hands in an, ‘am I right?’ shrug. “Then you trash talk us. Well, I believe we have our prime suspect and Dwight, I think you being a little bitch might have actually helped us. Did he say where they were?”

“No.”

Negan’s words from before rang in your head. “The Emperor's New Clothes,” you said. You were met with a confused glare from every council member except Negan, whose smile only widened.

“It’s a book about an emperor who is tricked into thinking he's wearing a cloak that turns invisible when worn by someone who’s unfit for their job, but the guy's actually just naked and his subjects are too afraid to say that he's actually strutting around with his schlong out. The point is that you shouldn’t let pride keep you from admitting the fucking truth,” Negan explained without taking his eyes off you. “I believe it’s being suggested that the key to our problem is Gregory after all.” He stared out into space dreamily. “Hot damn.”

“What about Ezekiel?” Regina asked. “The man is practically senile.”

Negan raised an eyebrow. “While he might be a total nut bag, the guy knows how to lead his people. He’s also not stupid enough to pull such a stunt. Plus, he would have gone himself. Only a coward hires outside help to do his dirty work.” Negan sighed. “This has creepy grandpa written all over it.” He turned to Simon. “Go to the Hilltop and put the fear of God in him. He’ll squeal faster than a well-paid whore. Kill someone if you have to. Set an example.”

“All right, then.” Simon gave a firm nod and a slick grin.

With the meeting adjourned, you pushed yourself away from the table and stood up. You had been in the wastelands for two days and you were dirty and exhausted. A shower and a long nap sounded absolutely heavenly to you and you weren’t going to wait another second to relax.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” An arm hooked around your waist and you were yanked backwards. Suddenly you were off your feet and sitting on the edge of the table. Negan stood between your legs, looking like the king of mischief.

“What are you up to?” you asked suspiciously.

“Just being a goddamn horndog,” he admitted with a pump of the eyebrows and an up-to-no-good grin. He pulled you forward and your bodies meshed together. Smashing Lucille behind you, Negan had trapped you in place. “I’m on the hook with a girl I work with and I have to just suck it up until everyone else hauls ass? I mean, shit.” Weaving his fingers into your hair, he kissed you languidly.

Whatever your reservations were, they flew out of the window as you cupped Negan’s face and pulled him closer, making him hum. Slowly, you leaned a few inches back. The leader of the Saviors needed no encouragement, and you immediately felt his weight as he followed you.

“You really don’t seem that choked up,” you observed between kisses.

“There’s nothing that kills a boner like a big ol’ dose of murder. I’m trying to put it in the back of my mind,” he explained, lifting your chin and lightly biting the soft underside of your jaw.

Things were getting hot and heavy at an almost alarming rate. With a quiet noise of protest, you placed your hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. Negan immediately retreated, as he always did, and you questioned every bad thing you had ever been told about him, as youalways did.

Swallowing, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his. “Do you really think killing someone is the best way to set an example?”

Negan answered with a dismissive laugh. “Were you not using your listening ears back there? I want that geezer to need a new pair of undies every time I cross his mind. I want him to beg me to kiss my ass.”

“‘It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both,’” you recited the Italian political theorist’s words.

“Fuck.” Negan appeared to be two steps from devouring you.

“It’s not my place to tell you how to run your empire, but as someone who shares a common interest in knowledge-” you stopped, afraid that you were over stepping your boundaries.

Negan opened his arms. “Well, don’t leave me hanging!”

You set your hands firmly on Negan’s shoulders, an action that made his mouth turn into an over exaggerated pout. “Being feared is Machiavellian, but he warned that you must never be so to the point of hatred. Fear should never be excessive because it will become a danger to the Saviors and most of all, a danger to you. You need to be respected, but contempt will be your downfall.”

Negan’s eyes zoomed around your face as his ever present smirk played on his lips. He stood relaxed as he gazed down at you, sizing you up. The silence was deafening.

“You get to sit here,” he finally declared, whacking Lucille against Gavin’s spot at the table.

You waved your hands. “No, no, I can’t-”

Negan leaned forward, the pleasant look still on his face. “Try not to talk back to me. It’s really rude and I so hate it.” He placed a lingering kiss to your forehead that was just as soft as his voice.

Deflating, you sighed in defeat and leaned into the affection. “Sorry.” It was easy to forget that Negan was your boss and the leader of your people while you were necking.

“Oh, you think I’m going to be mad at my girl for being worried about me?” He pulled away. “I’m going to the satellite outpost and assess the damage. I’ll be back…whenever.” He flicked his wrist and disappeared out the door.

You immediately went after him. “Negan!” you called, for he was already at the end of the hallway.

Negan turned, looking annoyingly aloof as he casually swung Lucille back and forth. Finally, he smiled. “Can I help you?”

“Do you think it’s wise to go back to a place where our men were just slaughtered? They could still be there, waiting for you. This whole thing could be a trap.” God, you could smack that shit eating grin off his face.

Negan wiggled his fingers. “Look at you, chasing me down and nipping at my heels like a lovesick puppy!” He tapped his temple. “I’m starting to think that your daddy didn’t stick it to your momma and that you’re actually made out of sugar and spice, and everything nice.” Without another word, he slinked around the corner and out of sight.

Although you were gravely concerned about Negan, a part of you was thankful that he had blown off your worries. Now you had time to take a shower and go to bed.

Opening the door to your room was much more exciting than it should have been and you felt your muscles already begin to relax as you stepped inside. Unfortunately, your celebration was short lived when you noticed the woman perched on your bed.

“Who the fuck are you?” you demanded.

The woman turned to you, her brown hair bouncing on her shoulders. “Your rational side,” she answered frankly. She stood up and quickly crossed the room, her stilettos aggressively tapping on the floor with every stride. The shoes made her hips swing and it was abundantly clear that she absolutely hated it. “Dwight told me everything you said today and all of the girls know about you, and we all collectively agree that you’re an absolute lunatic.”

Realization hit you like a bucket of cold water. “You’re one of his wives.”

“Yeah, and it’s a daily struggle not to put a gun in my mouth,” the woman said viciously, her beautiful doe eyes aflame. “The only thing that keeps me going is the few seconds I can get with my real husband, and I want to see that sociopath’s brains on the floor.”

It was the threat that brought you out of your stupor. “I am the last person you want to divulge these threats to-?”

“Sherry,” she offered curtly. She crossed her arms. “What has he done to you?” She was staring at you, desperately trying to understand how you could be so protective of a vicious maniac.

You were quiet as you pondered her question. “Negan likes what I despise about myself.”

Sherry placed a hand on her chest and laughed. If it wasn’t so bitter, it would have been pretty. “That’s just a ploy to get into your pants.”

You shook your head, stubborn as a mule and growing increasingly frustrated. “He certainly doesn’t sound like the type of person who would jump through all those hoops when he could just impose himself.”

Sherry closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she were trying to find the strength not to literally slap some sense into you. Like you had done to Negan earlier, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “You need to understand that Negan thinks that he is a good man. He will jump through hoops, connect the dots in the most ridiculous way, to justify his actions so that he is morally right. We’re called the Saviors because he truly thinks he’s saving people. He thinks he’s helping the Hilltop. He thinks I want to be stuffed in this tight dress and sleep with him at whatever hour he chooses.”

She might as well have slapped you in the face. You could only look away, unable to maintain eye contact. You didn’t say a word.

Sensing that she was chasing windmills, Sherry reached for your door. As her fingertips brushed the doorknob, she paused. “You have the power to end this. He’s weary of all of us. Negan likes to pretend that we all want to be with him, but deep down he knows that he’s playing a game of manipulation and coercion. But you…he trusts you. Slipping him something would almost be too easy.” And she was gone.

Your mind went back to The Emperor's New Clothes and the fool's obscene dedication to his convictions.

Pride always came before the fall.

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