#xonlypainx

[friendscfmine]

▸   @xonlypainx​   ⟶   ❛  "Dude. Do you wanna hit up village inn and write poetry?" (To Michael)  ❜

“Dude,” Michael responded, giving Pete a nearly incredulous look.  “When have I ever not wanted to hang out at the Village Inn?”  The usual waitress was a nightmare of a woman, but her bitching at them was part of the fun.  It only became more hilarious the older they got.

Michael pulled his coat over his arms and snapped up his composition notebook.  “I’ve actually been working on more short stories than poetry lately.  I’m trying to put together a horror collection.”  He had picked a couple of bizarre short story collections out of the bookstore some months ago, and they touched him, chilled him to the bone in a way few poems had.  Poetry was still fine, and he still wrote it, but there was something more liberating about prose.

“I can drive us,” he said, taking a long stride over the threshold of his front door.  “Unless you want to.”

[newromanticsmuses]

@xonlypainx​ cont from x

The shrug helped Kenny relax, his shoulders no longer up by his ears like they were when he asked the question. “Cool! I bought something special to wear,” he admitted with a bright smile. He never had an excuse to wear pink. “Is it cool if my sister comes too?”

[qweenbeeb]

@xonlypainx continued from x.

His tone indicated this was more than some off hand exchange between acquaintances classmate; this caused the blonde to lower her phone and focus her attention on the male sitting two bleachers behind her, brows knitted together in slight confusion. Contrary to popular belief, Bebe didn't have a problem with Pete or any of the goths for that matter. But that didn't mean that they didn't have a problem with her… or so she thought. "Well currently, if I'm being a bitch it's because I'm dreading practice. Annie and Lola are out today which means I'm stuck with Red. Guarantee, she is gonna drop me at least once today." She rolled her eyes with a groan. Red usually came up with some excuse but she knew it was out of spite.

The blonde pushed her hair back before looking at the other once more. "And don't act like this is one sided. It's kinda hard to open up to someone when they're constantly glaring your way or calling you a conformist." She stated rather blatantly with a smirk. So maybe he didn't glare in her direction like Henrietta did, but he did like to call her a conformist; she just couldn't tell if he was teasing or not. "What are you doing out here? Don't you guys usually hang behind the school? I figured you would burst into flames if you ever got this close to a football field. And sitting on the bleachers with a cheerleader? That must be a double whammy or some shit."

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @xonlypainx​   ⟶   ❛  You asleep?  ❜   ╱   (  soft , accepting .  )

Tweek groaned and shifted to face Pete.  “No, never,” came the predictable answer.  “Half-dead, though,” he added with an uneasy smile.  He pressed his hand to his forehead, and his eyes fluttered closed again.  “On a devastating comedown—I wish I could tell you I was asleep.”  That would be far better than what he had going on presently.

He propped himself up on his elbows—he had been in even worse shape before, after all, and if he wasn’t going to sleep, he might as well talk to Pete.  Maybe it would be a welcome distraction from his affliction.  “Wh-whattaya want?”

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

Original post here. @xonlypainx

Glancing away from his computer, Leopold frowns hearing the others comment "Well if you wanna, we can play Hello Kitty Island Adventure instead!" He just thought that most of the others still enjoyed World of Warcraft, though, it certainly wasn't the most interesting game, to him, these days. Most players were boring, and wanted to either play in PVP, do raids, or repeat dungeons. Where as he liked to explore and quest. Leopold grinned, however when Pete's character made it to him "oh! Well you'll be greatly rewarded for your valor, dark priest!" With his Paladin avatar now healed, he cast his Mass Judgment ability.

[pinkbcrett]

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, and that's exactly why she went there. no one would check for her, and no one would see it, the cigarette. People knew about partying, they accepted partying. It's South Park, but this? If RED saw her, it'll be all over the place in seconds. There was already enough gossip with her new boyfriend, she did not want more, and with that she heard a noise behind her. ❛ ━━ oh shit, babe, you scared me. got a light? ❜

@xonlypainx i owe you a dumb starter.

[lcstpaths]

@xonlypainx sent : ❛  is that how you say thank you?  ❜ (for Tweek from Pete )

THE SOUND THAT ESCAPED HIM could only be described as a glorified squeak. His eyes go wide as he looks at the other almost shell-shocked, a slight twitching at the edge of his eye the only thing that betrays his racing mind. "Well- like-" The tiny edge of another squeak falls from his lips, before he quickly rushes out a, "Th-thank you!"

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

At the others sigh Leopold makes a face, glancing to one side as he wondered what he had said exactly that caused it. Though, shrugged it off as Pete spoke about the country "Oh. Well, there's also a bunch of dead bodies everywhere, not just here in America. Pretty much everywhere you walk something died there." Leopold told Pete in a cheery tone. Offering a shrug, he continued "So vomit doesn't seem so bad when you know that." He smiled and looked away.

"And one day you and I will also be dead somewhere." Patting the pamphlet to his left palm, then, he nods "Oh- Well, the Government is always watching over us, so I'm sure your friends are safe, thanks to the Government-pff-" He lift his right hand up, covering his face with the pamphlet " The Governments…agents for- Heheh-" Laughing, he couldn't do it "Sorry Pete. I'm messing with you- I just left the DMV and- I just remembered something. Anyway, you really don't like the government, do you?"

Butters had always been a strange one. Pete remembered when Butters was one of the vamp kids and that earned a audible sigh from him as the memory flooded back. "The government is so not saving anyone. If anything, theyre whats digging this vomit filled country into a deep dark grave." He said, taking another drag. "Its just me right now."

[troublcmakcrs]

     @xonlypainx  〢  cont from here .

      Craig scoffed out a laugh.  “More like you spared Mackey the session with me,” he corrected.  “I’m sure he’s filled with gratitude.  I’ve been the bane of that bastard’s existence since I was—what?  8?”  Mackey was more of an inconvenience that something to dread, easily discombobulated by a middle finger or two.

      Craig shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and scuffed his sneaker toes against the tile.  “Thanks, though.  What do I owe you?”

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @xonlypainx​   ⟶   ❛  [text] i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles coz i put all the bibles in the fiction section  ❜   ╱   (  texts from last night , accepting .  )

      [txt]: dude! haha holy shit

      Craig had no concrete opinion on Christianity. It seemed to work for some people, but he was never raised in it like a lot of his classmates. His parents were either agnostic or atheist—he never thought to clarify with them—and never attended church except for weddings and funerals. So, maybe there was some merit to the Bible, and maybe there wasn’t; it would never make any difference to him.

      And it didn’t detract from the fact that what Pete did was objectively hilarious.

      [txt]: you’re right tho. tbh even if it ever WAS real, with how many times it’s been translated, it’s almost deffo fiction NOW

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @xonlypainx   ⟶   ❛  I’m more of a crying on the inside kind of guy.  ❜   ╱   (  dexter , accepting .  )

“Good for fucking you,” Tweek snaps, his own tears welling up hot and angry.  They come too easily to him sometimes, and he can will himself to cry just by thinking about it hard enough, but he has never been able to will himself not to.  He hates crying when angry most of all, as it invites people to coo and condescend him.

He likes Pete well enough, about as well as he likes all the goths, but his reaction to tears is a stark reminder that Tweek doesn’t belong with them.  He doesn’t belong with anyone, too much of an outcast for even the outcasts, and while he is coming to terms with that, he has his lapses sometimes.

“You’d think a guy who’s so into pain and sadness would be a little more enthused about tears and anguished sobbing, but whatever—”  The word ‘poser’ teeters on the tip of Tweek’s tongue, but he holds it back.  “Just leave me alone.  I don’t want your sympathy, anyway.”

[troublcmakcrs]

Craig is similarly depressed—listless, hollow, weighed down by profound existential loneliness—but he has never acknowledged his symptoms as such.  Letting depression affect him makes him a pussy, and he prefers to pretend it isn’t, dragging himself from today into tomorrow.  He does not revel in it like the goth kids seem to.

When Pete tells him to fuck off in slightly kinder words, Craig scoffs and crosses his arms.  Pete has pretty much guaranteed that he’s not going to leave now.  “Can’t wait, huh?” he says.  “I’ve got as much a right to be here as you do.”  He slumps back against the wall, resolutely anchoring himself there.

“If you don’t want anyone bothering you, why’re you doing that shit”—a nod toward the notebook—“in a public fuckin’ space?”

@xonlypainx

@troublcmakcrs gets a lyric starter!

based on No, Im Not Ok by Jay Way

Depression had been something Pete had battled with for awhile and it showed in his music and poetry. He was humming to himself as he wrote before noticing the other. His heavily lined eyes looked up and narrowed as he took a drag. "Do you need something? If not, i cant wait for you to go away. As you can see, im busy." It wasnt that he even disliked the other. At least they werent Cartman. A sigh left his lips as he exhaled smoke.

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @xonlypainx​   ⟶   ❛  Look at you! You're spilling coffee.  ❜   ╱   (  lack of sleep , accepting .  )

      Tweek didn’t even notice the warm liquid rolling over the backs of his fingers until Pete said something, and the revelation jerked him suddenly upward as if a puppeteer picked up his control and pulled his strings taut.  “Oh,” he said flatly, without a hint of surprise, “I guess so…  Shit…”  He righted his paper cup and slumped forward again, lacking the energy to emote.  He pressed his opposing sleeve against the back of his hand to soak up some of the liquid.

      He was not necessarily tired—he was sick, although not in any contagious way, and he had the shakes to prove it.  He brought his coffee to his lips to get rid of some of the excess so that his trembling hands wouldn’t cause it to spill over again.

      “I have a headache,” he stated, which was half the truth, and a shock of pain exploded in his right temple as if for proof, drawing a grimace from him.  Now, he was done lying by omission and did it outright: “I’ll be all right once this kicks in.”

[pinkbcrett]

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜ (from Pete ❤️)

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓. The necklace he bought her, on full display. She knew they didn't have long before the bell would ring and it would be time for class, but she didn't want to move from this spot. When they had kissed that first day, she never expected it would turn into this. She loved him, and yet the words had not escaped her lips yet. She knew how she felt, she had freaked out about how she felt and now she wanted it to be perfect. Body rested against the wall, arms around his neck, she had wanted to say thank you, but instead, ❛ I love you, Pete. ❜ slips out of her mouth. @xonlypainx

[newromanticsmuses]

@xonlypainx​ asked: “ you’re over me ? when.. when were you under me ? ” (from Pete)

Being a man of few words, Kenny thought his presence spoke for him. He didn’t just waste his time on every shitty show in South Park. “Nevermind,” he mumbled, throwing up his hood. His cheeks heated because he didn’t mean the words that way. “I’m just saying, this is business.” Maybe there was a time he’d hoped they could have more.

[pinkbcrett]

❛ ━━I'm thinking neither, let's not waste a glass and we're not going to date. Not now, not ever. ❜ Even if he was getting under her skin, and she felt the butterflies and he was cute ... and she was on a break from Stan.

cont | @xonlypainx