#i actually like south park but it still applies

[sp0o0kylights]

why the deep sigh before saying you’re a natural redhead lol

Several reasons!

For context this is in response to my answer in the "rb in the tags what would be the physical feature used to identify you in fanfiction of you if you were a fictional character" post a few days ago and the TL;DR is the redheads get stereotyped in specific ways I hate.

Large ass rant below (hey you asked lol)

For a lot of people, redheaded women are a fetish. ( When I was younger, I had people date me who later stated they just wanted to cross off dating a redhead, they didn't actually want a relationship, and my personal favorite, that they would never date someone who "wasn't skinny" but made an exception bc I'm a redhead. I've been offered a LOT of sex and a LOT of threesomes, because I'm a bucket list item and they will say so, to my face, in person. Like many things in life, there's a line between a preference or appreciation or even a "type" --and a fetish. The later being an issue because you're no longer seen as a person but an object, and people will make that creepily, disgustingly clear.

2. It's a stereotyped personality. Redhead's are crazy/hot tempered/insane (see: that one dude from Fruits Basket and I cant even pick a female character theres so fucking many) crazy in bed (one example among hundreds is We're the Millers "Eh she's a redhead there's a 50/50 chance she'd be into it") Soulless (I actually used that one to get through High School by insisting I was collecting souls to pay for my fire-lake front mansion, shouts out to South Park lmao), and many more. The redheaded step-child, the vixen, the other women, etc.

I have had my hair color come up in job interviews, with teachers, with coaches or trainers and even in situations as a kid where I was essentially asked "Hello kid I just met, you're a redhead, are you going to behave for me?" Related, my parents got a LOT of praise because I was quiet. Throughout my life the most common "praise" I have received is that I am "not a typical redhead" bc I am "calm."

You still see a lot of this bleed into fanfiction, but you used to REALLY see it bleed into fanfiction lol.

Addendum to both points above--the fetish, hot, good in bed thing typically only applies to conventionally attractive women.

Redheaded men are "ugly", and if you don't fit into the current but ever changing Socially Acceptable Hot Chick Look, then you're in for it. This includes weight, skin color/tone, freckles, type of hair, fuckin' eye color sometimes, the list goes on.

I vaguely recall someone who was doing a media study about how the male "problem child" in media is typically portrayed as a redhead. off the top of my head, the kid from Malcom in the Middle and the kid from the magic school bus.)

And that's just the cis shit.

3. People in general get weird about my hair. A lot of strangers enjoy touching it without asking, or otherwise felt ownership over it if I had parts of it dyed, etc. I legitimately had people get super upset the time I dyed it black. Hell I had STRANGERS get upset. People I never met in my life who were making small talk in the check out line, absolutely FURIOUS with me about dying it black, because they asked me what my natural hair color was and I answered honestly.

4. If you're over the age of, ehhhh, 25? 27? You probably remember the age of fanfic where we described EVERYONE by their hair color lmao. Redhead was right up there with bluenette. It was painful and that post reminded me of it.

#Id honestly dye my hair black again #except my hair grows out insanely fast #and requires specific types of dye or some shit #at home box dyes are #sadly #a waste and believe me I have tried #anyway #I have to go to a professional and while I believe in paying my people that shit is EXPENSIVE to do every single month #and my ass pretty much picked doing other things in terms of hobbies and apperance #Ghosts long ass rant about redheads #feel free to chime in if you are one #I could talk for hours about the gross shit people of all genders have said to me #but esp men #up to and including the guy who asked me what made me different from any other redhead #like homie we're not pokemon

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Christmas Sweater (Dr. Spencer Reid x OC Coworker) *Christmas Special* 🎄

Summary:  It’s the FBI staff Christmas Party, and the theme is ugly sweaters much to others’ dislike. However, Spencer is determined to help his favorite coworker get into the Christmas spirit (kinda based on The Christmas Sweater by Michael Bublé).

Warnings: some slight talk of intimacy at the end.

“Are you serious?” I groan in disgust. “An ugly sweater party?”

“What’s so wrong with that?” Morgan asks openly. “It’ll be fun!”

I scoff. “Why on Earth would anyone wear something with the name ‘ugly’ in it? No, just- no!” I throw my hands up. “I will not wear one!”

“Aw, come on, Angelica!” Penelope begs. “It won’t be the same if you’re not there!”

Her enthusiasm is welcoming, however I’m still against the idea.

“I will be at the party, but I still refuse to wear anything that is deemed ‘ugly.’ Besides, it won’t make much difference. I’ve only been working here for a few months.”

“Won’t make a difference?” A voice speaks up from behind. We all turn to find Reid strutting over to join us, and I’m surprised to find him wearing a festive Christmas tie.

“I thought your thing was Halloween,” I comment.

“It is, but I like Christmas too.” Reid gives me a funny look. “What do you mean you ‘won’t make a difference?’ Of course you do!”

Morgan lets out a laugh. “Got a favorite coworker, do we? I’m crushed!” He dramatically clutches his chest.

Reid gives a shy smile and walks back to his desk. I don’t think it’s funny at all. I think it’s… cute. If I’ve already gotten Reid’s approval after being here for so little time, I don’t know what better compliment to look for. At first I was skittish around the BAU since they already seemed like an established family, but Spencer was the first one to help me open up. He noticed I liked reading history books on the jet, so of course that turned into hour-long conversations that helped turn him into my favorite coworker. We both know he’s the smartest, but he never flaunts it to me as much as he does to Morgan. If anything, it’s entertaining to see Reid taunt him! Especially after the cellphone prank! The more we talked, the more we seemed to enjoy each other’s company. On a crazy whim, we both kinda admitted that we’d want to go on a date. You might say that we asked each other out at the same time. We decided to take a walk through the park to keep it simple and professional in case things went south. But our date never faltered, and after a few weeks Reid asked if we’d want to try the official title of dating, though not yet using the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend.’ Some might say it’s strange that we’re nearly 8 years apart in age, but that hasn’t posed a problem so far. It’s been a comfortable way of dating that I’d never have thought of if it weren’t for Spencer.

“Nice work, Morgan. Is making fun of Reid one of your hobbies or something?” 

“It’s my favorite!” Morgan laughs.

I just shake my head and head over to my own desk, which is right across from Reid’s.

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s a great honor to be your favorite coworker,” I say with a smile at the profiling nerd.

Spencer looks up from his current novel with bright eyes. “So you’ll be at the party tonight?”

Internally, I groan at the thought of having to force myself to socialize with people I don’t know at a party with a theme that’s super lame. But Spencer’s pleading eyes are too capturing to ignore.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. But there’s no promise I’ll actually dress up.”

“Sounds good to me!” Spencer says cheerfully.

After work, I return home to find something that goes along the lines of ‘office Christmas party.’ I’m not one for dressing up unprofessionally, so the closest thing I can find is a classy red dress. So what if it doesn’t match the theme? Vintage Christmas is even better than ugly Christmas! I know Spencer’s wishing for me to dress up, but I can only give what I have. After I’ve applied some light makeup and curled my hair into a 50s updo, I decide it’s plenty enough for the party. Before I head over I grab some homemade cookies from the fridge to pass around, just so people will know I’m participating. By the time I drive back to the office, I can tell I’m one of the last to show and the party’s in full swing.

“Angelica! You made it!” Rossi walks up and hands me a glass of red liquid. He’s also chosen not to wear an ugly sweater and is instead sporting a pair of reindeer antlers. “I heard you were a bit undecided on coming, so here’s some punch to help kickstart your Christmas spirit.”

I thank him and take a sip of the punch to find it has a bit of a kick. “One of your creations?”

“One of my very best,” the Italian smiles proudly. “Relax, and enjoy yourself!”

I smile kindly. “I will! Thank you, Rossi.”

He goes back to conversing with other staff members, leaving me to make my way to the back so I can avoid the big crowd. Aside from the few who showed up from the BAU, I’ve got no clue who anyone is.

“Nice outfit. Did Marilyn Monroe lend it to you?” Someone asks in a mocking tone. 

I face the woman and see a nametag titled “Regina,” and look up to find a pointed face with brunette hair. Did she just insult me?

“That’d be nice if she did, considering she was one of the most popular models of the 1950s,” I state in an even voice and stick out a hand. “I’m Angelica, from the BAU. Nice to meet you.”

Regina looks at my hand as if I’ve offered her a piece of trash. “Hm. I’m surprised you don’t have blood caked under your nails. Don’t all you people ever do is deal with blood?”

My jaw basically drops to the floor, and before I can respond the sassy agent prances away.

“God, how can she even have the audacity to-?”

“Merry Christmas!” I get wrapped into a hug, and it doesn’t take a genius to recognize the cheery voice behind me.

“Merry Christmas, Garcia! What’s with the snippy Scrooge?” I point after where Regina just vanished.

Garcia rolls her eyes. “Regina Watson. She’s only been here for a week and she already thinks she owns the place just because her dad’s on the board.”

I nod in understanding. “I see. And may I say what an… interesting outfit this is!”

It’s definitely a bold fashion statement. Garcia’s poofy green dress basically makes her look like a human Christmas tree, decorated with bows, bells, and ribbons, while also complete with sparkly red heels and a giant headpiece.

The blonde gives a giddy smile. “Thanks! I’m a bit sad to see yours is a bit dull, but I’m still glad you came!” She tugs me in for another hug and points to the back office. “The best food is in the back, and I suggest you go grab some before Reid eats it all by himself.”

I take her advice and make a beeline for the back office, locating Spencer sitting at the round table. When he sees me, the nerd’s head perks up and he gets a wild look in his eye.

“Angelica! You made it! Wait right there, and close your eyes.” He strides over to one of the filing cabinets.

“Um, ok.” I do as he says, trying my best to hear what’s going on.

“Ok- open them!” Reid says excitedly.

I do, and find Spencer holding a red sweater trimmed with tinsel and candy canes.

“Oh my! What… Reid, what’s this for?” I stifle a laugh.

He gives a lopsided smile. “I knew you wouldn’t have a sweater to wear, so I made you one. And after tonight, you can eat the candy canes and use the tinsel for decoration, and then use the sweater on its own.”

I graciously take the thoughtful clothing article and feel its soft fabric. “Spencer… Thank you! This is so considerate! I love it.”

“I’m glad, ‘cause you deserve to be just as cheery as the rest of us.” Reid helps me slip on the beautiful sweater over my dress. “Are you enjoying the party?”

I fight the urge to groan. “Um, yes? I donno. I don’t know most of anyone here, and I’m not one for socializing as you already know.”

Spencer nods in agreement and we both sit down at the round table to sip some punch.

“This reminds me of Emile Durkheim's sociological theory of functionalism. He viewed society as an organism, with different parts functioning to ensure the smooth and orderly operation and evolution of society.”

I let out a chuckle. “Leave it to you to help me get through this party by lecturing. Mind if I add in?”

The boy genius is surprised, but still excited. “By all means, go ahead!”

“Do you ever notice that smiling and laughter is seen as occasional? It’s as if we need an excuse to smile instead of doing it simply because we feel happy at the time.”

“You know, the reason that most vintage photos don’t have people smiling is because it was seen as a sign of insanity?” Reid informs. “Maybe that’s why. But I agree, smiling is done less and less nowadays probably because our emotions are used to being expressed online.”

“I suppose so. I’m just going to ignore the social norm altogether and smile.” In saying so, I turn to give Reid a thankful grin. “You always make me smile, Spencer.”

He blushes, but doesn’t get too flustered. However he doesn’t get to respond because Morgan now decides to barge in.

“There you are, Reid! Come here- you gotta try this fruitcake!” He drags Reid behind him, while Spencer gives me a quick look of apology that I return with a teasing “go ahead” hand gesture.

Now that I’m alone again, I decide to recollect my thoughts about the past week. I usually stay here during cases, but this time I had to follow the team to Florida for a special case. It was strange to see palm trees dressed up for Christmas. We were able to catch the unsub thanks to Reid’s last-minute conclusion, though it still nearly made my heart stop when he almost took a bullet to the leg. Thankfully no one was hurt, and now I’ve got to enjoy the moment of peace I have right now.

“Well well, hello again,” comes a snobbish voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. I see that Regina has returned, and brought her uppity mindset along with her.

“Hello, Regina. If you’re looking for finger foods, I suggest you try the Polish roses.”

She gags. “God, no! They give terribly bad breath! Anyways…” She slinks closer with a devilish grin. “Whatcha doing back here?”

Why do you care? Please leave me alone.

I shrug. “I was chatting with someone earlier, but now I’m just enjoying the peace and quiet.” At least I was before you showed up. “The last case gave me a bit more stress than I expected.”

Regina snickers and shakes her head in disappointment. “Girl, you’re a wreck of nerves. You need to get laid.”

Her laid-back statement makes me choke on my punch and cough it up across the table. How dare she!

“I am not belittling myself by using such serious matters as a stress reliever! How can you even suggest such a thing?”

She shrugs. “It helps me.”

“O-K, did not need to know that. If I’m going to be engaging in any conversation tonight, I’d like to have a mature conversation now so if you’d be so kind as to remove yourself and any other outlandish ideas from the room I’d be very grateful.”

Regina huffs and pivots to walk back to the crowded room outside. How can she even have the audacity…? First I think I’m in the clear and can put the situation behind me- but then I notice Reid waiting in the doorway, having returned holding a plate of cookies for us to share.

“Um… You heard that, huh?” I bite my lip.

“Yeah.”

I groan and clutch my head in my hands. “This just makes things awkward and weird, and I don't want that! I think our dating has been going very well, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“This doesn’t mess it up,” Reid replies softly as he comes to sit next to me. “If any healthy relationship is to continue to grow, these types of conversations need to be dealt with eventually.”

“I know, I know. ‘S just… I don’t want to disappoint you,” I whisper in a small voice I hope he doesn’t hear.

Reid chuckles a little. “Angelica, how could you ever disappoint me?”

Help me God, it’s time to tell him. “Because I- I’m a virgin. I’ve never been involved with anything like that, and when I hear others talk about it like it’s an everyday thing like the weather then I get really nervous. I’ve figured out enough to know that people have their own types and some can be more kinky than others, and it’s just all too stressful trying to fit into what someone might expect. That’s why I’ve never had a relationship before.”

I can tell Reid’s surprised by my confession, but he chooses to mull over the thing I least expect.

“You’ve never had a relationship? Angelica, how is that even possible? You’re the most beautiful, smart woman I know and you’re telling me you’ve never had a boyfriend?”

His surprise is heartwarming and adorable, making me be even more thankful to have him help me through this.

“I’ve always put education first. I guess… my age started to catch up with me and I thought I’d always be alone.” I slide a hand over to take his. “You’ve been so kind, and I’m happy our dating has been going so well.”

“Me too,” Spencer says softly. “And… if you feel uncomfortable doing anything with deeper intimacy, I understand. We don’t have to.”

This surprises me. “Huh. Usually every time I decline involvement the opposite party leaves me high and dry.” I give Reid a smile. “It’s not normal.”

He laughs. “You know I’m strictly against germs and physical contact, right? Our way of dating is far from normal, angel. Our first date was almost the equivalent of a job interview.”

We both burst out laughing and my uneasy awkwardness washes away. Instead of feeling alone again this Christmas, Spencer’s made me feel welcomed and loved.

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” I look up at his curious eyes. “This doesn’t seem like what I pictured dating would be, it’s more like- like a team. We’re a team just like our team here, solving problems.”

Speaking of the team, Prentiss, Morgan, and Garcia now decide to enter the room and terminate our privacy.

“Hey, guys. Leave any food for us?” Prentis asks as she takes a sip of punch.

“Forget that! I see some mistletoe magic about to happen!” Garcia declares in a singsong voice.

We both freeze and look up, spotting the ugly mass of green weeds hanging from the ceiling. Of course Garcia would put that up. Spencer and I exchange hidden panicked looks, both knowing we’ve never kissed before during our dating.

“Well, it is tradition,” I shrug and seem to give into Garcia’s edging despite my brain yelling for me to run away.

Reid gets an odd look. “Since when are you keen on being tied to social rituals?”

Ignoring this and the fact that the team is watching, I lean in closer. My heart is in my stomach, but I show a steady face and show Spencer a look silently asking for permission. But I don’t have to go further, because he cups my face and closes the gap. The kiss is soft and sweet, almost like drinking hot chocolate. I don’t know how long it goes, only that soon we both have to break apart to breathe.

“So… that’s what kissing’s like,” I comment in an airy voice.

“Wait,” Spencer pants. “You’ve never even been kissed?”

“Whoa, whoa!” Morgan interrupts and throws his hands up. “Is there something you’re not telling us, pretty boy?”

“I knew it!” Garcia giggles and claps her hands. “You two make such a cute pair!”

“Don’t forget the paperwork,” Prentiss taunts as she raises a glass to toast the celebration. 

“We can worry about that later!” Garcia tugs us both into a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you guys! And you put on a sweater! This is the best Christmas party ever!”

“What’s going on?” 

JJ and Rossi enter the room, both intrigued by the noisy group.

“I was right! You owe me 20 bucks!” Garcia holds her hand out to JJ. “Pay up!”

“Is she serious?” Rossi looks between me and Reid. “You two, together? We thought it’d take at least a year.”

“What would?” Hotch steps in and we all go quiet. “Is something wrong?”

Spencer squeezes my hand and gives me a determined look, one which I share in response.

“Hotch, there’s something we have to tell you.” Reid stands up and faces our leader with a even face. “Angelica and I have started dating. And before you remind us, yes we know about the paperwork we need to fill out. We know what consequences there are and the risks we’re taking, but I don’t care as long as I can make her happy.”

If it weren’t for the eerie silence draping the atmosphere, I’d be tearing up with joy at his kind words. We all wait in silence for Hotch’s response, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“There is paperwork,” Hotch says. “But I’m not going to spoil this festive occasion with something like that.” He gives both Reid and me a proud smile. “You kids enjoy the party. Worry about paperwork next week.”

The whole team cheers and raises a glass to toast our relationship. Meanwhile, Spencer’s looking at me as if I’d just given him the moon.

“Nice ugly sweater, by the way!” Morgan comments.

I roll my eyes and start to defend Spencer’s gift, but the nerd takes my hand to quiet me.

“Just play along with it. You look gorgeous in that sweater!”

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[neurosses]

Hi I saw you mention vampire narratives, do you have any thoughts about Adam as a vampire? IMO this would be his actual worst nightmare (having to rely on other people or hurt other people to survive) but this is why it fits him so well.

I think Adam would be a KICKASS vampire. A Southern sepia photograph vampire, with the regional Southern Gothic genre implications, is such a dense and entertaining concept. It's like asking yourself what would happen if Bram Stoker's Dracula took place in the American South.

Very fun things. That's what would happen.

Additionally: Very fun to take the very obvious mediations on queer/male desire in Dracula and apply to Adam Parrish.

I think Adam would be conflicted, but ultimately pragmatic, about having to hurt people to survive. As per The Raven Boys, Ch. 45 — well, if it has to be someone —

Why Noah?” he asked. “Why not someone horrible?”

This is outside the scope of the question, but from the outset vampiric literature has entanglement with colonialism/fear of immigration/Fear Of The Ethnoracial Other. Fear of being infected, the borders penetrated. Those themes have fascinating implications for a story set in the United States. The story doesn't have to be about racism or colonialism to still interact with its own very haunted setting. See Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Chapter 44, where Adam's address is a reference to a battle in the Civil War.

He said, “Do you know what keeps poor people down, Mr. Parrish? It’s not a lack of income. It’s a poverty of imagination. The trailer park dreams of the suburbs, and the suburbs dreams of the city, the city dreams of the stars, so on and so forth. The poor can imagine the throne, but not being kingly. Poverty of imagination. But you — you are a cuckoo who sneaks into this nest. You are Mr. Adam Parrish, of twenty-one Antietam Lane, Henrietta, Virginia, and you have a good imagination, but you are a pretender nonetheless.”

#anyway take all this in with the grain of salt that im a very passionate enthusiast but ultimately HOBBYIST!!!!! #my thesis is that if ur gonna play with ideas that its very very fun to interact with the literary context of those ideas. #asks #mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmn

[a-hackneyed-premise]

Everything's going wrong, and I really feel like I'm about to lose it.

Firstly, we're stuck in a maisonette with rising damp and mould, and the freeholders are doing precisely NOTHING about it all.

This has caused major respiratory conditions for all three of us. The worst of the damp and mould is in my disabled son's bedroom - this is what it currently looks like in there

The wallpaper and plaster have fallen away, the wall itself is actually wet, I'm cleaning mould up every day. We've had to throw away toys, bedding, books, and clothes of his that have been destroyed by mould.

We can't move, because we own the flat and no one will buy it with this problem, and we can't fix it ourselves, because its a structural issue that is the responsibility of the freeholder, and they have done nothing but ignore our pleas for the last 2 and a half years.

Ok, ready for the rollercoaster that's making me lose it? Strap in.

Now, as my son is disabled, and we're a relatively low income family, we were able to apply to the family fund for a holiday, something we've not been able to afford to do for YEARS.

This Friday, we're due to fly out to the south of France for a week. The FF awarded us £500 towards the holiday, but we had to pay the rest out of our savings, costing us just about £1200, and depleting our savings to nothing. We figured it'd be worth it - the holiday park we're going to sounds utterly perfect for him, with lots of nature, wildlife, and secure facilities with easy access. Something we simply wouldn't have even considered without the FF's help. Yes, it was still expensive, but the memories would be utterly priceless.

A couple of week's ago my car's engine light came on. Honestly something I'd probably be ignoring right now normally, but my husband was due to take his driving test in it this week before we fly out, and we are pretty sure that you can't take it in a car with the engine light showing. We managed to get it seen, and it requires around £800 worth of repairs. I cannot function without a car - it's absolutely vital for transporting my son and keeping him safe.

As I mentioned before, we've all had respiratory problems linked to the mould. My poor son seems to have a permanent frog in his throat. I've been diagnosed with asthma following a cough that I've had now since last November. A few weeks ago, my husband developed a similar nasty cough. And last week that cough suddenly got worse. He was vomiting due to the cough, in pain from head to toe, shivering and shaking.

Yesterday it was so bad, we called NHS 111, and they were so worried, they sent out an ambulance.

He's been admitted to hospital with pneumonia caused by the damp and mould. He can't take his driving test (obviously) and we are most likely going to lose out on our holiday.

I'm self employed but been unable to work much due to illness, but I'm going to have to put that aside.

So, I'm begging you, please help out a struggling artist, mother to a disabled child, and wife to a terribly ill husband. If I can book in a few pet portraits, I'll be able to cover our mortgage this month, and hopefully recover some of our lost holiday money, as well as keep my car on the road.

Here are some examples of my work.

Mostly I work in coloured pencil on pastelmat, although occasionally I can also do drafting film (if the subject allows for it) Commissions are £140 for an A4 piece and that will include postage to anywhere in mainland UK - outside of the mainland, of course I'll have to charge extra for postage.

I appreciate these aren't cheap, but a lot of work goes into them. If you could please reblog to get this seen, I would appreciate it so so much.

I am in the process of setting up a website for these, but feel free to contact me here in the meantime.

Thank you so much for taking time to read, and reblogs to signal boost are hugely appreciated

#artists on tumblr #pencil artist #personal shizz #please help #please reblog #i'm genuinely scared for the future right now

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

hi:) making a request for a henrietta x goth lesbian reader!! they’re all hanging out and the boys are silently fighting over the reader, but the moment henrietta makes a move, the reader like IMMEDIATELY shows interest.

I LOVE HENRIETTA SO MUCH IF SHE WERE REAL ID MARRY HER

This was so funny. It kinda gives a little more backstory of my headcanons of them and being grown up.

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It had been too long since the goths had actually been around each other. Everyone dispersed after highschool, and with the parting of ways came the familiar drifting of friendships. Not that they didn’t speak with each other, but they only spoke once or twice a month, usually to inform each other of how adult life was going and how their careers were. Michael was the lead singer in a band, Henrietta was an indie model/aspiring clothes designer and Pete was a semi-popular painter with a healthy sized following, and each of them hardly had anytime to follow through with their plans on being close until the end. Which was okay, because they’ve settled on monthly meetings back in their hometown just to catch up.

Pete was the first to arrive seeing as he stayed in South Park. He shared a house with his uncle and saw no point in moving away. Too nervous for big cities and too lazy to go to college, he stayed in his quaint little town, going about his daily life as usual and never complaining, happy to stay where he’s comfortable.

Michael was second, seeing as he moved just a few cities away. He ended up in Denver, Colorado, a large but humble town. There is where he found a few people who needed a singer for their band, and he applied and forgot about it. After getting the job and releasing an album or 2, their band, The Velvet Pulse, began to rise up the chart, and Michael was satisfied with his future.

Henrietta was the last to arrive. After graduating, she moved to Los Angeles, California to pursue a career in fashion design. There was never a large variety of gothic clothes that she could wear comfortably, so she decided to start her own brand. She picked up modeling for some indie clothes brand on the side, finally content with her life.

They met at the Benny’s, as they always did. Everything still looked the same, the wall behind their normal booth still stained yellow from their underage smoking habits, remnants of the times they were the closest with each other. The lights were still obnoxiously bright, the menus were sticky, the coffee burnt. It was disgusting to outsiders, but to the Goths who had come back after so many years away, it was home. Michael sat beside Pete, Henrietta in the bench across from them. The trio were happy to finally be back together, even if they only had 5 days to visit.

“And then we went to New York, and kinda traveled down the east coast.” Michael was telling the two others of how his current tour was going. “The only reason I’m here is because after our show in Atlanta, I kind of maybe snuck away and got on a flight over here. The bus is on its way back, but I wanted to go ahead so I could spend a few days back home before it got here.” he finished, taking a swig of his black coffee. Pete and Henrietta smiled, greatful that the tall goth was still humble. “So when you said you were joining a band, did you expect for it to take off?” Pete asked, lifting his own mug to his lips. Michael shook his head, brows furrowed in thought.

“Not really, but I didn’t care for the fame. I was honestly just bored and sent in an application. Don’t get me wrong, I’m appreciative for where we are now, but I do hate not being able to go in public anymore.” Michael lamented, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s the price you pay, though.” he added, looking down at his cup. “Well, I’m very proud of you,” Henrietta said, shooting a smile at the man, “And Pete, I’m proud of you. Your art is amazing. I’ve been keeping up with your posts on instagram and I’m always blown away.” she turned towards the red and black headed goth. Pete grinned shyly, his cheeks turning red over the compliment. “Thanks, Henri. That means a lot. How are things going with your business?” Pete asked in return. “It’s going, that’s for sure. I started selling some of my finished clothing to some boutiques in LA, and that’s really taken off. Overall, I’m pretty happy about how things are going.” the woman replied, tracing patterns on the table infront of her.

The three continued chatting, not stopping even with the bustling of people around them. Every now and then, the old waitress, Betty, would come and refill their mugs. She had become timid in her older years, no longer fussing at the trio and acting cold to them for just drinking coffee anymore. Instead, she welcomed them warmly, seemingly happy to see her once annoying customers. “How are you kids?” she asked, stopping by their table for the 3rd or 4th time. They struck up conversation, reminiscing on how they used to act hostile towards each other, laughing about the good old days. “Well, I’m glad that you’re all back in town again. My niece is coming to work in a few minutes, she just started and I’m still training her. I hope you don’t mind if she stops by with me.” the waitress informed, before walking over to another table.

Michael, Pete and Henrietta dived back into their own conversation, once again not paying mind to anyone around them. They were absorbed in each other’s lives, wanting to know everything that one another was doing. They could have stayed like that for hours, drinking their bean water all day and all night. Well, that is, until they heard a timid voice that pulled them from their conversation. “Would you like some more coffee?”

The voice wasn’t the same as the old lady’s, and they all turned their attention to the person it came from. At the end of the table stood a young woman, no older than 22. Her (h/c) was pulled up away from her face, a few strands of loose hair falling against her forehead. Her eyes, warm and inviting, were a beautiful (e/c) hue, complimenting her (skin tone) skin. She wore the same blue waitress outfit, complete with a pair of white shoes. In her hand, she held a freshly brewed pot of coffee, a soft smile playing on her lips. Michael couldn’t take his eyes from her, and red began to creep over Pete’s cheeks. The pair stared at her, unable to find the words to talk, stricken by her beauty. Henrietta glared at the duo, a silent way of telling them that they looked like idiots and they needed to get it together.

“Yes, please, if you don’t mind.” the woman finally piped up, drawing her friends out of their love dazed states. The new waitress happily refilled their mugs, turning away from them and moving to the next table. Henrietta grabbed her coffee cup, bringing it up to her mouth. “You guys looked like complete idiots.” she noted, taking a sip of her drink. Now boths men were blushing, looking down at the table while mentally beating themselves up. “Dude, she was beautiful.” Michael finally said, coming to his senses. Pete could only nod, not being able to get her eyes out of his mind. Henrietta rolled her eyes, shaking her head at them.

“Would it be weird to ask for her number?” Michael asked, a grin crossing his face. Pete’s head snapped up at that, his eyes casting a glare to his taller friend. “I don’t think you should. She probably wouldn’t be interested in you.” the shorter male noted, drinking from his cup. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael asked defensively, his attention turning to Pete. The man shrugged in response, setting his cup down. “Well, you’re out on tour for months on end, you barely answer your phone as it is, I just don’t see how that would work out.” Pete replied, casting a glance to Michael. The curly haired ravenette raised his eyebrows incredulously, scoffing at his friend’s words. “Listen, you can be jealous or whatever, but I think I have a better chance with her than you do.” he noted, playing the same game Pete was. Michael’s retaliation only added fuel to the fire that was already forming, and soon, the two men were bickering quietly with each other, giving reasons as to why they would be better and reasons the other didn’t have the chance.

Henrietta sighed, her eyes rolling once again. While Michael and Pete were distracted with each other, the goth woman scanned the room, looking for the new waitress. Her eyes landed on the young woman behind the bar, washing dishes as she listened to the older waitress training her. Quietly, Henrietta slid out of the booth, not gaining attention of the two men who were still quietly arguing, and made her way to the bar. Perching herself on the seat infront of the two waitresses, she waited until they took notice of her at the bar.

It was only then that Michael and Pete had turned to Henrietta, wanting to see who she thought the waitress would pick, and noticing that the goth woman was gone. They looked to each other, brows furrowed before scanning the room. Hearing the familiar laughter of their friend, they both turned towards to the bar in time to see the young waitress writing something on a napkin, passing it to Henrietta before giving her a shy smile. The goth woman stood from the bar, walking back over to the booth where she was previously sat. The two males attentions were on her, watching as she nonchalantly picked up her cup, raising it to her lips. “The answer is neither of you. She’s a lesbian.” Henrietta smirked behind her cup, flashing the napkin the waitress had given her, a name and a phone number written in pink on the white paper. The men could only gawk, their cheeks turning red in embarrassment at the fact they acted like stray dogs fighting over a piece of meant. At the end of the night, they left, Michael and Pete having apologized to each other and now playfully giving the silent treatment to their female friend, who turned and shot the waitress a wink before leaving the building.

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #south park headcanons #sp fanfiction #south park michael #sp michael #south park pete #sp pete #south park henrietta #sp henrietta #sp henrietta biggle #sp pete x reader #sp henrietta x reader #sp michael x reader

[cheesy-poofs]

Pls gush about Kyman (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I feel better now lol. This post in particular won't be detailed because I feel like I've already said everything about Kyman (at least, most things, or others have already covered them sufficiently).

But yeah Kyman! As I've said plenty of times, I find them very entertaining, and it was the ship to get me to appreciate...well, the yaoi side of the fandom lol. When I got into this show I went into it without any ships in mind (spare I guess Creek, since I heard a lot about the Creek episode prior and obviously there's a lot of fanart and fanfics for it...I actually expected Creek to be my OTP and while I still enjoy Creek I wouldn't say it is). So there wasn't anything shipping-wise I was really looking for while watching the show, and I didn't interact with the fandom until I had watched every single episode/special/ect. up to that point.

I just love how I shipped Kyman ironically before actually shipping it. I love how much fun it was for me to rewatch episodes that focus around them and to really indulge myself in this ship...I haven't really had that experience with any of the other ships of South Park despite wishing I could feel similarly about others. I kind of did with Stendy but it left me wishing M/F couples were better in the show, and the women in general. (I still love Stendy though lol, but mostly in fanon I guess because canon doesn't really show their full potential).

There was a bit of time where I didn't really give Kyle as much attention as the other main four boys and considered him my least favorite, but Kyman actually helped a little bit in appreciating him more, since his rivalry with Cartman is a notable part of his character and the show overall. Y'know when I was first getting really, disastrously deep into this ship, I had a dream that basically told me "Cartman and Kyle are South Park" and I think my subconscious had a point lol...to an extent. It helps knowing that Trey likes playing around with characters that are opposites, such as Kyman and Buttman.

Is Kyman perfect? No. Do I like all their episodes and moments unequivocally? No. This is kind of a show that's easy to pick and choose from. I'll admit I do it sometimes. Shipping Kyman isn't a matter of looking at them as characters realistically (in regards to all of their actions/traits). If you really want to interpret Kyman as "abusive" then sure, you can, you have a right to that interpretation as I have a right to my own. I disagree with it though, at least the way I like to go about the ship...which yes, does kinda involve Cartman improving (especially in regards to his bigotry) but not to the extent that he's an entirely different character.

Anyway, I guess the way I see Kyman is that couple that enjoy bickering and its usually entertaining for others to watch...or completely unbearable if you're anyone other than Kyle and Cartman. This also applies to other aspects of their relationships like how PDA they are, which they absolutely do not hold back on lmao...this is truly why you see so much fanart where Stan and Kenny are just there to witness the absurdity of Kyman, because that's really just how it is, all of us are just watching the insanity of their relationship unfold.

I think I've gushed enough for now, if you want good analysis this is definitely not the place for it. Kyman is still very special to me though, in a way that will probably always transcend other South Park ships to me. Ultimately they make me laugh a lot and I love them.

#ah yes posting this at the most active hours of the day...2:30 am #I'm publishing this when I'm tired which is always a good idea (lie) so if a part doesnt make sense I'll fix it in the morning #asks #kyman

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

You’re welcome for the questions, got some more for you :)

1: I know puns are the duos favorite type of humor, what’s the duos least favorite type of humor?

2: I know that they are best friends but do they have a second? I can see Jake being 2nd best friends with Robert Long; in my universe that I’m still in the process of making they are 1st best friends ;)

3: what’s Jake’s & mar’is relationship with starfires sister komand’r?

4: let’s say they are allowed to use firearms, what type of guns would they use?

5: in relation to the question above, what’s your opinion about the new rocksteady game where you play task force x to kill the justice league? Imagine if instead you play as the starburst duo, superboy jon kent, & night star instead; instead of killing the league just knocking them out instead.

6: what’s something the duo does that annoys other people? In “canon” Chris does slurp his noodles very loudly.

Apologies for the delays and the lack of answering on time @pin-crusher2000

But here’s a little something I try in can make up for some lost time ;-)

1) Intense Toliet humor, Racially Charged Jokes without any tact or awareness, Shock Value Anti Humor, Overly Long Running Gags where Barely anything happens…Basically a catalogue of jokes one can find in a bad episode or Family Guy or the many knock offs of South Park. Those are the humor types that the Duo would very much like to avoid if they can help it

2) Chris’ second best friend can be either Sin Lance (adoptive daughter of Dinah Lance aka Black Canary) and/or one of his classmates from Hamilton County Middle School who can something of a Jimmy Olsen to his Clark Kent as the two are frequent partners in the school’s own newspaper.

As for Jake, while actually Robbie Long is Mar’i’s second best friend (A next Gen Wonder Twins if you may), his secondary choice for a friend goes mainly to Jasper Logan, the son of Beast Boy and Raven (created by @fireflyxrebel-writes and @hains-mae). The two had met ever since basically when they were toddlers and often stuck close to each other plenty of times in play dates and other hang outs they did.

3) Well as given much thought in many posts like these throughout my blog, the two love their Auntie Blackfire and vice versa. At this point, Kom had more or less reformed away from her villainous actions, akin to the McU Loki reformed in a way by the time of Thor Ragnorak, becoming something of a trickster ally to his brother. That applies also to Kom whom acts as that lovely Aunt who lets the kids in some crazy stories from the past and lets them have some fun behind the parnets’ backs.

4) Hmmm…..a case like this would probably entail something of an AU that has no superpowers, no capes meaning no heroes nor supervillains and the two being of the right age and properly trained to weld these weapons.

Now that’s established; Chris’ main arm would be a small carbine with a semi automatic mode of firing and bullets that can penetrate with precision.

For Jake, his main weapon of choice can be a bolt action rifle which can be fired from very far distances and has a scope that can be attached for aiming at very far away targets.

Again these are if there’s an AU that is No Capes and the Duo are registered adults who proper training and no superpowers. Its picky on my part I know but I feel it’s the best chance circumstances for this ask

5) Now That’ll be a game I’d play for a dollar and then some. If the mechanics of their superpowers are incorporated in place of the weapons and gear Task Force X uses instead and hopefully with an engaging enough story that reads like the good comics they adapt from, it’s a game I can see myself playing

Now if only hopefully it doesn’t come with a plethora of methods the Triple A game industry like to deploy to squeeze real money out of its customers including say Battle Passes, Cosmetic DLC or heaven forbid Loot Boxes

6) Maybe unintentionally on their part, Chris and Jake have a tendency to blurt out some funny voices they make when talking about other people they’ve encountered or TV shows they watched and replay in their minds when in public which certainly can get them some attention.

Otherwise besides Chris’ slurping, I can see Jake practicing some tongue twisters or popping his mouth when he’s bored at a pace and there’s nothing else to entertain himself, like say if his phone is low on battery so he’d not use it

#chris kent #jake grayson #sin lance #Robbie long #Jasper Logan #mari grayson #komand'r #au #sfw #task force x #starburst duo

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

I think the best way to treat the early seasons of South Park when attempting to analyze the show is similar to how the FNAF books can be applied to the lore. None of it is really canon, but it can still absolutely be used to supplement your theories/character analysis as long as there isn't anything in more recent/mainline instalments that directly contradicts it. Like there aren't any characters that, as far as we know, canonically remember Kenny's deaths even though in earlier seasons it seemed like everybody at least kind of remembered, but Cartman being a somewhat normal(if annoying, bratty and misguided) kid at the beginning before all the. War crimes. Is a perfectly acceptable take because later seasons don't actually do anything to refute the idea that he WASN'T always this insane. Just like how I don't have to accept Fazgoo as canon and absolutely refuse to because it's never brought up in the games, but that one story about Foxy cursing that random guy provided basically the most important evidence for proving Michael Afton is the Crying Child's older brother.

#Im sorry for dragging FNAF into this but it was literally the only example I could think of that would #make sense to people who aren't me #so #south park #south park analysis #I DONT CARE if Im not supposed to analyze this show it is FUN Im having FUN #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #late night ramblings #is this a cold take? I think its a cold take but whatever

[rigormortisriot]

Like I promised, a crossposting of my most popular fic from AO3 to here.

Fandom : South Park

Characters : Tweek Tweak, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak's parents (mentioned)

Shipping : Tweek Tweak/Craig Tucker (m/m)

Song : Brave as a Noun (AJJ)

Genre : Hurt/Comfort

Word Count : 2,740

Tags : Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Neglect, Non-Graphic Descriptions of Self-Harm, Abuse of Authority, Controlling Behavior, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Creek in love, Tweek shows his love through words, Craig shows his love through actions, Swearing, Cuddling

Please let me know if I need to tag more

Sometimes, Tweek could feel the pressure of his parents down his back even when he was so far away from them. The only time it wasn’t a screaming siren in his head was when he could hang out with Craig, but that was still rare. It was scary how often the siren and the pressure would force their way into his head when he was alone, as if he was nothing more than a soundbox for testing terrible feelings.

His scratching started not long after his parents had cracked down on his outside time, citing that ‘his chores had been put off for his silly down time’. He knew that he had finished his chores that week, he had! What had been left off the list that had gotten him in trouble? He’d ended up having to work until his hands had blistered in order to get his little free time he had back, and god, it had hurt later.

Craig had frowned when he first saw him scratching at his head, then his neck. It had just made Tweek scratch harder at the idea that he had upset his boyfriend. Said boyfriend had taken to holding his hand when the scratching got worse, and then to side holding him while they walked to keep his arms pinned down when he yanked his hands back to rake his nails down his skin.

Three months in, the pressure and the sirens had started to howl even when he was with Craig. He knew that his parents had installed a new parenting app onto his phone when he had handed it over for the night. It tracked and reported his location, as well as how long he spent at any certain place. They could even lock his phone down from theirs, leaving him to race home to figure out what they needed so he could actually text his friends again. He wanted to scream or cry, whichever would make his parents and the pressure go away. As it turns out, it was both.

Craig had startled back towards his pillow when the blonde had let out a wail at his cell’s screen. Tweek had jolted upwards and almost hit his head on the low-hanging lights that he and Craig had hung up last year when it was too dark to see but too late to turn on the ceiling light. A mix between a sob and a proper scream escaped from his lips before he could stop it, his fist coming up to choke the rest off. The feeling of his teeth sinking into tender flesh almost relieved his panic, but the all-encompassing fear that was felt when he re-read his text had him shaking harder.

“Tweek, dude, what’s wrong?” Craig asked, his eyes following Tweek’s movements. He reached up to removed his boyfriend’s hand out of his mouth, worried about the amount of pressure he was applying to his own skin.

Instead of a verbal answer, the phone was shoved towards him. With a glance back up to Tweek, Craig took the cell and read over the text. He could feel his blood starting to boil the more he read, and it wasn’t long before he was typing back. He made sure to sign his name before sending it back out to Tweek’s shitstains of parents, and he tossed the phone to the bottom of the bed. With a sigh, Craig rubbed his eyes before he heard a sadly famaliar noise. He shot his head up in time to watch Tweek pull at his hair, twisting and pulling it in different directions as he scrapped at his face. It was scary to watch, like a snake trying to eat itself.

With a quick movement, he pinned Tweek down onto the bed and flopped down. He waited until the other boy had stopped struggling before rolling and taking him into a tight hug, fingers laced into his hair with gentle movements. It wasn’t long before Tweek’s crying picked up again, wails and almost whispered screams reverbating against the walls. It was probably good that Craig’s parents were out of town.

It took about thirty minutes for his crying to settle down, but when it did Tweek took a moment to wipe the tears from his face and collect himself. Craig simply placed his chin on top of Tweek’s head and closed his eyes. This was nice, this was okay, this was peaceful….Until the phone started to chime.

With a twitch, the blonde tried to lean up to grab his phone but was stopped by the raven. He huffed and tried again, yet again to be stopped.

“Dude, I need to respond back. I’ll get in trouble!” He murmured into Craig’s shirt, almost wishing he could simply disappear.

“If they want to talk, they can come here and do it. You are staying here tonight.” Craig’s tone spoke of no argument, and Tweek didn’t have the energy to make one.

With a pout, Tweek’s head flopped back down onto his boyfriend’s chest. He grumbled a little, more for show than anything else before closing his eyes as well. The siren was still there, but much more mellowed. It was a moment before he thought to ask, “Hey, what did you even tell them?”

“Oh,” Craig started, “Just to fuck off and suck my dick. Not much.”

Tweek snorted and hit the raven’s shoulder gently. The smile on his face was genuine and he couldn’t help but feel happy that Craig had stood between him and his parents.

“Dick.” He laughed out.

“Pussy.” He heard back.

If he had fallen asleep to the sound of Craig’s breathing and the multiple chimes of his phone, he wouldn’t deny if asked.

#writers on ao3 #my writing #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic #south park #sp #southpark #south park fanfiction #creek ship #creek south park #tweek tweak #craig tucker #craig tweek #mlm writing

[cheylouwho]

Hello! This is Blooms, I figured it would be best to reach out to you directly after seeing your posts. Let me start by saying that I totally understand where you're coming from and I have no issue with you voicing your opinion, it's what I do all the time.

To start, I understand that you think it's unfair to compare Pip and Butters since they don't necessarily fill the exact same role. Even though I do think they can be compared, I get where you're coming from, since they do have different roles. Your comparison to Scott is probably much more accurate, but with that being said, Scott is a much more interesting character than Pip ever was. He has character traits outside of the bullying, and while I don't particularly like Scott's character all that much, I still find myself thinking that if he was in the episodes Pip was in, they would be better. I also understand the argument of the fluctuating character traits and the amount of time they have to develop, and I agree that obviously, Butters would be a much better character because of his time to develop, as well as their tendency to add new character traits unexpectedly. But with that being said, they never did this with Pip, and because of that, his character was always very underdeveloped. This doesn't excuse the fact that he's a bad character though, as they could have made his character more than what it was at any given point, all the way up until he was killed off, they just chose not to. So I get your point, but it doesn't change the fact that he was not properly developed. And sure, his humor is better aligned with the early seasons, but I'm not super fond of the early seasons either. And when it comes to the "hows and whys of his existence", the context of his character, as well as how Matt and Trey felt about him- none of that really matters when it comes to my opinion on his character. Just because "Terrance and Philip NWMA" is a funny concept by trolling the fans, it doesn't make the episode good. To me, the same applies with Pip.

In regards to the tumblr post I included- I actually agree with the author! I just thought it was funny that they included me in the post, so I wanted to include it in some way in the video. I never said or implied anything that indicated I thought the author was trying to villainize me in any way, like I said, I actually agree with them. At the end of the day, I make videos to entertain, and I thought it would be funny to include the post.

On that same note, I wanted to make it clear that I don't consider myself to be an authority on South Park in any way. I'm just a dude who makes videos about a show he loves. I get stuff wrong and misinterpret things all the time. Any time I say something like "my opinions are always correct," it's just a joke. My YouTube persona is very much not what I'm like in real life. I have a very sarcastic sense of humor, so when I say stuff like that, it's really me admitting that my opinion doesn't mean anything. It's a character I play to make my videos more entertaining. I don't think my opinions are more valid than anyone else's, and that's the beauty of opinions. As you discussed in one of your posts about your opinion on Randy, I think it's important to recognize that every character in South Park is important. Just because I don't like Pip, doesn't mean I don't recognize that he was important. I hyperbolize my dislike of Pip for my videos because it makes them more entertaining, it's been a running gag on my channel for over a year now.

Now, about the iceberg thing, I really do appreciate the work that you and everyone else put into it, and how willing you were to help me. While I did my best to include everything you guys suggested, it's inevitable that I missed some things, and I truly apologize for that and any damage it may have caused to your efforts. If there's anything in particular you would like to correct, send it to me and I'll include it in a pinned comment.

And to finish off this incredibly long reply, I want to reiterate that my goal on YouTube is to make entertaining videos about South Park. I really don't feel super strongly about any of my opinions on the show, and as hard as it may be to believe, I really don't hate Pip. Obviously I don't like his character, but I really do believe that he's important to the show. I play a character in my videos to pretend like I'm super passionate and my opinions mean something- but they don't. It's all just for fun. It was never my intention to influence the opinions of this fandom, I just wanted to make videos about the show. The unfortunate reality of doing what I do is that there are people (mostly kids) who think that your opinions mean something because you have a following- which is completely untrue. I don't want people hating Pip just because I don't like him, I think that's lame. I love seeing people disagree with me, I think it's very healthy to try to understand the opposite perspective from time to time. At the end of the day, my opinions -or anyone's for that matter- only hold the power that you give it. I totally understand how you feel about me and what I do, there are plenty of things that I feel the same way about, and the beautiful thing is that we have every right to feel that way. But yea, I appreciate all the work you do with SPHS, and I hold no ill-will towards you in any way. It's totally fine if you still don't like me after this, I just hope that you better understand what my intentions were with the video and my channel in general. Also I still don't really understand how Tumblr works so idk if you have a choice of whether to make this public or not, but if you want to keep it private feel free to do so, and if you want to post it that's fine too. Again, I appreciate the passion which you clearly hold for the show, and I'm sorry if I have made it harder for you. Thanks! :)

I'm going ahead and posting Blooms' response here on my tumblr. We ended up clearing this up in some discord DMs, and we're on good terms!! I just wanted to show this (with his permission) because when we chatted he was really respectful and ultimately didn't deserve my bitching, which I fully apologized for. He's a cool dude

[lunarwhisperer]

I actually decided to go ahead and do my own South Park ships tier list and give a brief opinion on each ship, since shipping is something I'm really into (and especially if South Park is in question). If you happen to have a different opinion on some South Park ships than I do, that's perfectly fine! We are all allowed agree to disagree, and you're more than welcome to do it!

OTP(s): Stendy: • I think pretty much everyone at this point knows that Stendy is my South Park OTP. It has been my favorite ever since joining the fandom, and I can't even begin to describe just how much I love these two! Creek: • My favorite South Park ship alongside Stendy! I just love these two, and think they are simply made for each other. Even though I hopped on the Creek bandwagon extremely late, they quickly became one of my top SP ships.

Love it: Kybe: • My third favorite South Park ship! I can understand that it is not everyone's cup of tea (especially with the way this ship started out), but I genuinely like it and think it deserves way more love. Bunny: • Such an adorable and great comfort ship! It is my favorite ship for both Kenny and Butters. Kydi: • Perhaps the most underrated SP couple out there? I've been shipping them ever since finishing the twenty-first season, and still can't believe they didn't end up together. Tolkole: • Another canon ship that I simply love and adore!

Like it: K2: • These two are really cute together! If Bunny wasn't my top ship for Kenny, then I'm sure this one would be the next best thing. Kyman: • Ah yes, probably the most polarizing South Park pairing out there. I detest almost every single Cartman ship, but I've grown to like Kyman and can somewhat understand why people ship it. Also, who doesn't love a great enemies-to-lovers trope every once in a while? Nichyle: • I have to admit that I was also kind of upset over the fact Kyle and Nichole didn't end up together in season sixteen, but I've grown to like Tolkole more over the years anyway. Clybe: • Probably the ship that best fits the whole 'popular girl and a dumbass jock' stereotype, and they sure do make one heck of a cute couple! Kricia: • I think these two could make a reasonably cute couple.

Meh: Revin: • To me, this is probably the blandest out of all canon couples, but I do wish that their relationship has been given a bit more development. Dip: • I've never understood this pairing, but I do see why some people ship it. Cromas: • Other than Craig admiring Thomas for being able to cuss so much, I don't really see the point of this ship even existing. Plus, I only ship Craig with Tweek, therefore I automatically disregard shipping him with anyone else.

Just friends/BROTP: Bendy: • I can see why Bebe and Wendy could make a cute couple, but I just see them as best friends. Style: • Even though I could go on a whole tangent about why I don't ship these two and why I think it is incredibly overrated, it's not like I completely hate it. Their friendship is perhaps my favorite one, and I see them more as best friends who have a brotherly friendship. Tyde: • They could be a good couple, but again, I just see them as best friends. Stenny: • Same thing applies as for Tyde. TimJim: • Same thing applies as for Stenny and Tyde. Cryde: • I only ship Craig with Tweek, so pairing him with anyone else but Tweek is out of question for me.

What even is this? Rebstella: • So, these two characters have both made one-off appearances in the show and have never even interacted with one another, and are somehow being shipped?

Don't like it: Heiman: • This god-awful ship is easily my least favorite one out of all canon couples. It is fucked up for so many different reasons, and has always been incredibly toxic. Stagory: • I've never been a huge fan of Gregory to begin with, so you can easily guess that this ship isn't my cup of tea. Staig: • This is nothing else but a giant slap in the face to my two favorite South Park ships. Cartters: • As if Cartman hasn't been enough of an asshole to poor Butters already? I can't even imagine these two being together and having a healthy relationship.

Oh hell no: Candy: • THE WORST SOUTH PARK SHIP TO EVER EXIST. I FUCKING HATE IT WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!

#south park #southpark #south park ships #sp ships #ships tier list

[bopinion]

2023 / 06

Aperçu of the Week:

"We wanted the best, but it came as usual."

(Viktor Chernomyrdin, former Russian prime minister, in 1993)

Bad News of the Week:

The image of the "People's Democratic Republic" of North Korea is often described as Stone Age communism. While the majority of the population suffers from extreme poverty and, in some cases, famine, Kim Yong Un stages himself as a monarch and operates a strange cult of nuclear weapons and long-range missiles, which he sees as life insurance for his own despotic regime. All of this is done under the eyes of China, a protective power that is difficult to understand, and in distinction from the economically successful brother nation of South Korea.

For a long time, North Korea existed like a country on another planet. Hardly any information penetrated to the outside or the inside, the communicative isolation seemed perfect, the media control total. This still works internally, but in recent months it is the World Wide Web, of all places, on whose map the country is no longer a blank spot. On the one hand, North Korea operates extremely successful hacker cohorts who, in addition to various espionage and disinformation campaigns, also managed to collect at least $1.2 billion in cryptocurrency through online fraud and data extortion. In other words, a concretely lucrative business that flushes foreign currency into the state coffers.

What is unclear, however, is the objective of what is currently the second notable North Korean Internet phenomenon: an apparently broad-based social media offensive. In a series of channels, which according to CNN are new and have been astonishingly successful in a short time, the country is staging itself as a pleasant home for seemingly normal teenagers. Who speak perfect English with a British accent. Who, for example, enjoy popsicles and love to read Harry Potter. Only the former is hardly available and the latter is even officially banned. Why is this done? Good question.

The videos "look like a well-prepared play" scripted by the North Korean government, said Park Seong-cheol, a researcher at the Database Centre for North Korean Human Rights. The scenes shown from the alleged everyday life of youngsters are not completely fake, but staged. For example, there is a water park, a movie theater and an amusement park in Pyongyang. Only these facilities are reserved for an elite class of party officials, military officers and government employees. Like the Internet access these strange influencers use - just like the smartphones that aren't actually available. What's the point when, according to the CIA fact book, only 26% of the population even has electricity? It would be nice if the North Korean tourist office, which wants to open the country's borders to international tourism, were behind this.

More likely, however, it is a red herring. With which the regime wants to influence the current narrative: North Korea is not an isolated country that could attack its neighbors and the United States with nuclear weapons. But rather an ordinary East Asian country where ordinary people like you and me live ordinary lives. Combined with the recent spate of missile launch tests, the latest expansion of the Nyŏngbyŏn nuclear facility documented with satellite imagery, and a new solid-fuel intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM) unveiled just last Wednesday at the 75th anniversary of the founding of the armed forces, this leaves a queasy feeling.

Good News of the Week:

Probably the death toll of 28,000 from the earthquake in the Turkish-Syrian border region is out of date by the time I post this. The worst series of quakes since scientific records began has devastated an area where nearly 20 million people live. And as events unfold, a whole series of negative findings are coming to light.

The Turkish government is not implementing the regulations that actually apply to buildings in the latently earthquake-prone region. Neither Syria's ruler Bashar al-Assad nor the rebels in the north of the country are allowing solid disaster relief by foreign forces. Enemy nations cannot be stopped from attacking each other even in this situation. Even in the Near East, there are sub-zero temperatures at this time of year. And the Kurds remain constantly the biggest loosers of them all anyway.

Fortunately, many humanitarian highlights are also showing up in the face of adversity. For example, even Sweden, reviled by Erdogan, is sending aid workers to eastern Anatolia. So is the beleaguered Ukraine, which surely would have been admitted a different set of priorities. And those that don't have appropriately equipped aid workers, like the United Arab Emirates, are opening their wallets. And every day there are - still! - improbable miracles, such as the rescue of a heavily pregnant woman who was rescued yesterday after 115 hours under rubble.

What somehow makes one optimistic despite the terrible circumstances is humanity. When people stand by each other in times of need, even though the religion they believe in actually dictates enmity. When official requirements are suspended in order to allow family members who have become homeless to travel to their relatives in Germany, for example. Or when the international community thinks not only about the current rescue, but also about reconstruction afterwards - the EU has already announced a donor conference for those affected.

Even the self-proclaimed crown of creation, which likes to define itself in terms of greed, resentment, jealousy or hatred, is capable of empathy. It's nice that the term "humanity" still has a positive connotation. Even though we so often seem to go out of our way to change that. The heart is probably more than just a blood-pumping muscle after all. And conscience more than a transmission in the synapses of the brain.

Personal happy moment of the week:

I broke a bottle of red wine while shopping the other day. And moistened various purchases in the carrier bag. I noticed most of it and was able to clean and dry it. That the red wine also flowed into a box of cigarillos, I did not even notice. Not until I wanted to smoke one and had a damp, soft stem in my hand. So I put the box open on the heater in the office. And discovered two pleasant side effects of my mishap: the smell of red wine and tobacco at work has an comfortable calming effect. And the taste of the cigarillos gets a pleasant additional flavor. From that perspective, I was able to profitably recycle some of the spilled red wine.

I couldn't care less...

...whether the former head of the Office for the Protection of the Constitution, Hans-Georg Maaßen, who is increasingly conspicuous for his racist and conspiracy-theory tones, can be officially expelled from the conservative CDU. Or whether the high good of freedom of speech also protects him within the party from accountability for his unspeakable statements. The fact that an obviously extreme right-winger could rise as a political official to become the head of the most important authority for upholding the state of lawfulness, of all things, weighs considerably more heavily and calls for more consequences than which membership card he carries around with him.

As I write this...

...I'm drinking a beer not even five hours after I got up today. A tough week in many ways takes its toll. And I tackle the challenge of relaxing Bavarian style.

Post Scriptum

In the German capital Berlin, the House of Representatives will be newly elected today - as a repeat election. This is because the regional election that took place in the fall of 2021 parallel to the federal election was declared invalid by the Administrative Court due to numerous mishaps - from ballots running hout to polling stations closing too late. Realpolitically less relevant, since no result of the election would change e.g. the majority conditions in the Bundesrat, is a look on Berlin nevertheless interesting. On the one hand, out of sarcasm, since this debacle also fits perfectly with the prejudice that simply nothing works in this city. On the other hand, out of curiosity, since in the end every conceivable party constellation is indeed possible. The extent of my tendency toward the former will depend on the first projection in less than an hour on the latter.

#thoughts #aperçu #good news #bad news #news of the week #happy moments #politics #wanting the best #russia #north korea #stone age #communism #Kim Yong Un #social media #crypto currency #online fraud #nuclear weapons #earthquake #turkey #syria #red wine #cigarillo #constitution #bavarian #berlin #election #humanity #germany #help #cdu

[aonoexpat]

Getting my bearings

07-02-2023

Okay please do not expect me to keep up this rate of posting on here because I do not intend to but I just have SO MUCH NEW STUFF TO SHARE RIGHT NOW

It feels like I've been here for two whole weeks already, with how much I've been up to. I've seen the local shopping district (blown away by the caliber of the thrift shops here, I am living for it), gotten in a (minor, no worries) car accident, gone to that board game night (played Viticulture, cool but not entirely my thing) and most of the administrative process has been taken care of by now, which means:

a local phone number: much needed to get around if you want future employers to be able to reach you. I have a dual SIM phone but I've taken my Dutch SIM out anyway, because the rates are staggeringly high: 254 cents per minute of outgoing or incoming calls, 51 cents per text message and 500 cents per MB(!) of data. No thank you. I do still want to keep my Dutch number so I've just downgraded my plan to the bare minimum to save some costs.

a local bank account: it took some back-and-forth, but now I'm officially banking with Kiwibank :) I chose them for their omnipresence, and because I'd read online that they're one of the more sustainable and inclusive options out here.

a local tax ID: is on the way, this is necessary for NZ and NL to communicate about my income and any taxes that apply.

an actual job: working on it, printing CVs tomorrow but I also managed to get my hands on a beautiful guitar so busking is now officially on the table!

The time I wasn't working on these things, I spent out and about, enjoying the views and the culture shock. Yesterday's highlight was Zealandia: a 255 ha wildlife sanctuary that sits right on the fold line where two tectonic plates meet. It's home to many a species of birds, reptiles and plants, some of them endangered, and offers some killer views:

Here's a little selection of who I met there:

The Pied Shag / Kāruhiruhi / Phalacrocorax varius varius

Not to be confused with a regular ol' penguin. Seemed very chill

The Takahē / Porphyrio hochstetteri

Very sleepy, and the most reminiscent of its undoubtedly dinosaur ancestors. Also clearly a menace to keep inside its designated area:

The California quail / Tikaokao / Callipepla californica

Standing guard on the fence as its whānau rummage about in the garden below 💚

Tuatara / Sphenodon punctatus

The Kākā / Nestor meridionalis septentrionalis​

According to the volunteer park guide who was kind enough to give us a talk about them on her time off, the park started out with 14 of these back in 2002. At the time the Kākā hadn't been living in the Wellington area for over 100 years. Since then, over 1000 new Kākā chicks have been born in the sanctuary due to their tremendous efforts to protect these intelligent birds. The feeders they put out for them require them to step on a little pedal to lift the lid and access the food. They've done experiments with them where they put a little wooden block under the pedal to block it, and the young ones quickly learned to remove it to regain access. They've also suspended food from pieces of string hanging from the branches to see what they would do, since Kākā are unable to hover. Even this they managed to solve by sitting on the branch and pulling up the string until they could reach the food. They look like they're having great fun, hanging upside down from branches and being real acrobats in the trees as well as the air 😍

I'm definitely visiting this place again when I have the chance, because there's a lot more of the park to explore!

My current plan is to stay here in Te Whanganui-a-tara until the beginning of April. Then I can catch a ride up to Hobbiton and then Tāmaki-makau-rau (aka Auckland), after which I'll travel back down, in order to visit the South Island in May, most likely! So for now my focus will be on saving up some money and enjoying the wonderful weather while it lasts 🌞

#aotearoa #backpacking

[fleurcareil]

Going for the next adventure!

Hi all, after a year of Tumblr absence (my last post was from March 2022 when my Nature Interpretation course finished), I've decided to have another go at blogging, partially because multiple friends have suggested to do so but mostly because I realized during my course that I really liked it. I was horrible as a child at keeping a diary, so we'll see how it goes but am going to try to write once a week.

So why now?? Because I've finally made the first big step towards my next adventure; I resigned from my job and gave notice to my landlord last week, so by 1st June I'll be home- and job-less... I can't wait! 😜

After a lot of time figuring things out & making a plan during 2022 (more about that some other time), I'm really excited to start a new life and career in southern Chile, hoping to fulfil my dream of working in conservation management at a private park. Have no clue where exactly I'll be living or which job I'm going to have, but that's ok as it's still quite far out. First, I'm going to take some time out of work to capture that true feeling of freedom in which I don't need to do anything except the things that I want to... I felt it during my 3-month sabbatical in 2004 when I was traveling in South America, and I hope I will find it again this year!

The plan is like this; drive off into the sunrise on 1st June and do a big au revoir - farewell road trip through Canada, going back to places that I cherished and exploring new areas that I haven't been yet. I have some ideas where I want to go; Haida Gwaii in the west and Labrador in the east are definitely on the itinerary, however as you can see below that's over 7,000 km apart, so I have some choices to make in between!

There are many more important things I need to sort out before I leave so creating that plan will have to wait for now. I'll have my camping gear with me, so between campgrounds, motels, hotels & AirBnB I should be able to find a place to stay each night. I'll go back to the GTA mid-September once the rain starts and temperatures drop; by then I'll likely also be tired of traveling... selling the car & organizing my last things shouldn't take too long and then I'll be off to Europe to spend the last months of the year at my parents and reconnecting with long-time friends. I left Europe in 2006 so it will be good to be back there for a while and ground myself in the past before embarking into the unknown future. And then once I've obtained a visa, I'll be off to Chile in the new year in search of my destiny!

That's it for this week... I want to include pictures in all my blogs, so I thought of sharing pics of my front yard just two weeks apart; the top one was taken on 10th March and the second one on 26th March. It's amazing how quickly things can change once the wheels are set in motion (e.g. melting snow by increased sun energy) ... I believe the same applies to me; after having thought things through for a long time, now I've actually made the decision, I'm certain that things will go very fast & I'll be on my way in no time!

[amporella]

kenny kyle for the character bingo 🧡💚🧡💚

GOOD PICKS AS ALWAYS!! Here they are, starting with Kyle; I'm putting Kenny in a separate post because I like to ramble but I don't want to squish him in under the cut </3

Everybody knows that I love Kyle. He's my favorite like 60% of the time, and he's my second favorite the rest of the time. I have absolutely endless thoughts on him as I'm sure anybody who's been following me for a while knows, so I'm going to try not to ramble TOO hard and I'm instead going to address the specific squares that I picked on the bingo board to try and keep this organized.

First of all, his default appearance isn't COOL looking, but he is freaking cute, which I feel counts? I just love his design in general, ugh, the hair contrasts so nicely with his outfit, it's adorable, and his Post-Covid look is literally perfect. I was so delighted when I saw how well groomed he is!!! And his fancy shoes... GNC icon Kyle Broflovski lives on into his fifties. I think you'd be very hard pressed to call his TFBW outfit 'cool', but he obviously put SO much effort into it which is charming in and of itself, and his SOT outfit IS actually cool. Elf King Kyle is my favorite character design of his (and maybe my favorite out of the whole series?); it is so good. Regardless of how much SOT content people make (and there is a lot of amazing stuff out there), there will never be enough to sate my SOT heart.

I do think he's deeper than he seems, but I think that applies for all South Park characters? The average viewer is frankly not going to be exploring any character's decisions beyond trying to guess the next joke in an episode, so the fact that meta CAN be written for him (and every other character) implies that he does have depths that aren't readily apparent to everyone.

I am obviously extremely pro fanon interpretation, but that being said, I do think Kyle has been done dirty, though most certainly not because he was turned into an 'uwu twink character' or whatever the most recent, endlessly repeatable claim about fanon Kyle is. Kyle's obviously faced extreme amounts of antisemitism in the show, and that's leaked over pretty noticeably into the fandom; you don't have to look far for someone blaming Kyle for Cartman's actions, or trying to defend Cartman (I will kill someone if I see people try to deny he's a nazi one more time), or bastardizing his character in some other absolutely evil, antisemitic way. This is obviously by far the most severe way he's mistreated by the fandom, but I also have some beef with interpretations from people who claim to like him, and weirdly enough, they often end up being part of the previous category? I fucking love Kyle, and I still think that some people who love him an equal amount are insane, especially when it comes to projection. I have never met a self described Kyle kinnie who was even remotely similar to Kyle. Maybe I just haven’t interacted closely enough with any of them, but it honestly feels kind of like a curse sometimes? In my experience, the moment you decide that you ARE a character, or are so similar to a character that you two are essentially indistinguishable, you lose your credibility in being able to talk about them objectively.

I think Kyle works amazingly on his own, but I honestly DO think he works better as a part of style; both from a viewers perspective and from a character analysis perspective. Style interactions obviously melt my style heart, so I'm extremely biased towards episodes involving the two of them, but the other reason I chose that square was because Kyle canonically DOES function better with Stan around than he does without him. Cue me going into a tangent about Post-Covid etc etc etc, but seriously, it's canon. He is a more functional character when he has Stan to balance him out, and to me personally, he's an even more entertaining character than he already is when he's with Stan. The same thing goes for Stan! The two of them are so irreparably intertwined with each other that separating them truly just doesn't feel right.

And yes. He has not done anything wrong, ever. You'll find that I have this opinion for most of the kids on the show, because honestly, unless they're a legitimate nazi, I refuse to cast moral judgement on these ten year olds who keep getting cast into situations that ten year olds should not be in.

Thank you so much for the ask minty!! <3 I'll post the Kenny half soon!

#south park #kyle broflovski #asks #BINGOOOOO #the specific ppl I mention for ppl with insane interpretations are on twitter #if you know you know HAJKDKS

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