Fun fact!
We have a chef plushie at my job that one of my coworkers brought in who now sits on top of our ice machine
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hotaro doesn't need the chemy card, he is one bowtie and a recorder away from harnessing timelord's power
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I Bit My Tongue
Relationships: Stan Marsh/Kyle Broflovski, Background Relationships, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Kenny McCormick/Leopold “Butters” Stotch
Summary: Kyle has become distant. Every time him and Stan hang out, he feels like something is wrong. He’s just been hanging out with other people way more often than his super best friend, especially Tweek and Craig. Stan doesn’t know what to do. Everything was going fine.. until things plummeted downhill at the beach house party.
Chapters: 2/? (ongoing)
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Guys I wrote a style fic 👉👈 you guys should give it a read and leave a comment and a kudo for real!!
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(ooc: the following takes place some time after the last roadtrip thread posts and before any asks I've assigned with a "nebulous future" placement. Enjoy!)
[LEO'S PLACE, TORONTO, CANADA]
"I DON'T FEEL GOOD!"
As Stephen shouted out the last line, Kim let a grin cross her face; that had been a pretty decent performance, in her opinion. In the opinon of their audience too, it would seem, who were cheering and looking up at them eagerly for more. Kim was feeling pretty proud of herself- she'd apparently paced herself nicely for her bandmates, the crowd was soaking it up, and she could spot some familiar faces at the bar from her spot at the kit- each one enjoying themselves, even if it wasn't necessarily because of the band.
Ramona, Wallace, Joseph, Hollie, Neil- she thought she'd even caught a glimpse of Knives at some point or another, near the start of their set. If she let herself admit it, she was feeling warmed, even- genuinely touched to have so many people actively in her life, now. Sure, they still annoyed her, (and at least Wallace was there for Scott, she figured,) but they cared; she could afford them that luxury in turn.
So, when Stephen turned to face her, she didn't drop the grin- she even grinned a little brighter, amused by his brief shock. He shook his head and flashed a grin of his own, waving Scott over so he could be sure the bassist heard him.
"We're doing Herself The Elf next, got it?"
Scott gave him a thumbs up in response before getting back into position, beaming down at his bass. Kim gave him a nod, sitting up a little straighter with a twirl of her sticks; she was starting to get a little tired, but she had a few more in her- the show shouldn't last much longer, anyway. She waited for Stephen to give her a glance over his shoulder- the subtle signal to start- before Kim raised her sticks high over her head.
"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"
Kim prepared to get right back into the flow of things, drumsticks already soaring down towards her instrument- when suddenly, she found herself interrupted by a loud crash, and an eeriee feeling of deja vu washed over her...
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