#south park heartless

[yanderes-galore]

South Park Mysterion yandere alphabet please?

Sure! I'd love to :) Feel free to see this like how it is in canon or a superhero AU. It doesn't matter either way. Aged up as usual!

Alphabet Found Here

Yandere Alphabet - Mysterion

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Overprotective behavior, Dubious affection, Forced/Dubious relationship, Jealousy, Manipulation, Murder, Death, Mind break, Isolation, Suicide implied, Violence.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Due to being on the job, Mysterion tends to watch over you like your guardian angel when he isn't Kenny. However, there's times he slips in for affection.

He wants to kiss you and hold you, he wants to tell you your safe and that someone's always looking out for you.... Even with this death curse of his he still adores you during his many lives. He may come off cold at times or a bit too rough... but he is truly obsessive about you.

There's times Mysterion can get intense with his obsession towards you. Usually when he's trying to persuade you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Honestly, anything death related he probably holds some apathy towards now. If he dies, or he kills someone else, he doesn't care now. As long as you're safe he could care less about how much pain he endures/causes.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He doesn't mock you. If he did abduct you it was for your safety. Trust him, he knows all the safe spots. He assures you he cares for you and that the abduction was of a similar motive.

He isn't a monster who wants to hurt your feelings. What is he, heartless?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He may be a bit handsy at times (Kenny being Kenny) but he tries not to force anything. Unless something you do threatens your safety, like escaping him.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He doesn't reveal this to anyone but... a lot. He bares his heart to you and you can see some vulnerability in his behavior around you. However... most of this is shown as Kenny, not Mysterion.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Disappointed, mostly due to the fact you don't understand the fact he's trying to protect you. Sure, fight him, he'll just restrain you and perch beside you to watch over you. It isn't too much trouble to keep you at bay but... he wishes you saw things his way.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and No. He's supposed to be your hero, your guardian, why are you running!?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Killing him and him coming right back probably. This works for Kenny too as you realize killing him will not free you. He's with you until you both die.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He's perfectly fine with being your protector. He thinks if he keeps you safe you'll love him in return. In his eyes... you're the perfect pair. A hero and a civilian who needs him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

At times but he doesn't show it. He tries to cope for the sake of everyone. Unless it's The Coon pestering you... then he doesn't mind lashing out.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Very calm, serious, and authoritive. He acts like that most of the time, but with you he's more caring and overall softer. Kinda like Kenny....

Mysterion is mostly stalking watching you from the shadows, however. You rarely see him at times... yet he's there.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He'd stay in the shadows for the most part. Then if you're in danger or he wants to visit you while you rest, he slips into action. He's startling at first... but you try to understand he's here for your safety. You do wonder why he's always around you, however....

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

At times, yes. He tries to keep up the serious act but there's times when he sees you he just wants to... scoop you up and take you away.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation, chains, manipulation... he won't be violent with you but he'll keep you in one place. Alone. With no one around.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He goes for none as Mysterion wants you as free as you can be. Even with monitoring.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Actually really patient... he's learned to be patient as his alter ego.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Nope, not really. If you left then he'd hunt you down and abduct you. If you died... he curses his immortality. There's no doubt he goes into a deep depression.

No matter how many times he dies, he'll never see you again... and that's the worst pain he can ever experience. Same goes with Kenny.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

At times, yes, but it's for your own good. Yes, he'd let you go, but in a way you're not truly free.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood and paranoia due to the dangers of South Park... death curse and all-

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He comforts you. Even if you're crying because of him, he pulls you into his chest. Despite your struggling he tries to help you.

It's what heroes do.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Sometimes. For example, he's immortal for one thing.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Accepting the fact he's trying to protect you. He'll let you out if you understand... for the most part.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Unintentionally.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

At times, like Kenny, he'll put you on a pedestal. He cares deeply for you and would do nearly anything to win you over. He'd die over and over if it meant you'd love him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time until he feels it's time to take you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally.

#yandere south park #yandere mysterion #yandere kenny mccormick

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 06.11.23 / Mood Music Monday

It is what it is, and sometimes you just have to walk away and hope for the best.  I’ve been so busy and it’s been very difficult to write, even though I have a nice little spot for it now that I created.  I have more items coming in on Tuesday to make it the perfect writing space / office space.  I’m really trying to upper level adult here, save some money, pay down some things, and next year, take that Greece Trip I that I couldn’t in 2020  when it got cancelled due to Covid, The one I imagined in the epic birthday Fic  Greek Meat.  

Tags have been beyond crazy  so if you missed anything I’ve written in the past few weeks here it is: 

The Moments In Between (Riley x Drake) 

The Rotten Apple 🍎:  The Last Part

Original Post: 6/11/23 at 8:47PM EST.

Chapter 5: Moonlight Rendevous The Book:  TRR (no royals) The Series:  The Blue Honey Cafe The pairings: TRR MC is single Status:  Still in the writing process / almost complete!

Mason was chivalrous, a complete southern gentleman.  He had not only opened the door on her own vehicle, he had waited for her to get in and gently close the door behind her.  When they made it to Wheelz,  Mason jumped out of the vehicle like a rocket, as soon as it was parked, opening the door for her once more.  

“Will you at least let me pay for the skate rental?”

“No, it’s the least I can do for your being kind enough to take me home tonight.”  

“I’m not heartless, I wouldn’t leave you stranded like that.”

“It’s the south,  I was far from stranded. But I’m glad you decided to indulge your blooming southern charm to help me out. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got out there on the rink.”  

It quickly turned into healthy competition and showboating between the two as they skated around the rink.

“Not bad New York.  Not bad at all.”   Mason laid on a thickly horrible new york accent.

“Likewise North Cakalacky.”  Riley said with an even worse southern accent.

The last skate turned out to be a couple’s skate.  The music was slow, and had a romantic feel. She found herself leaning closer into Mason, who had a boyish grin on his face, and he in turn pulled her closer to him too, his hand gripping hers tighter.

Driving back neither said a word, lost in their own thoughts.  When they pulled to a stop at Mason’s apartment, Riley was the first to speak.  

“I really enjoyed spending this time with you Mason.  I feel like we got a chance to get to know each other a little bit better, and we’re both a little competitive apparently.”  

Mason laughed.   “Right?!?!?! Nothing like some good healthy competition to get the blood pumping. But seriously Riley,  I had a great time with you too.”

He paused for a moment.  

“You know Riley, tonight doesn’t have to end  right now if you don’t want it to.”

Riley’s eyes met Mason’s.  “Are you asking me up to your place?”  

“I am, It’s your choice.  I promise to be the perfect gentleman.”  

“What if I don’t want you to be, Mason?”  

Mood Music Monday Submission The Final Chaper:  The Wedding Series:  The Rotten Apple🍎 The Book:  TRH and beyond Pairings:  Eleanor x Nico  (Eleanor x M!OC) Song Inspiraton (2 of 2)  Favorite Song by Toosii

“Eleanor and Nicolas! Stop with the kissy face already! Acting like there isn’t a wedding today! You come with me! And you! Put on a damn shirt! She’s already pregnant!”

Elle burst out laughing.

“Mama! Seriously!!”

“Yes I’m serious, you put on some damn clothes!”  

Mama K was brutally honest and very hilarious. Once back in the room with Mama K, she looked at Elle in silence for a moment.  “I presume you two are alright.”  

“Better than ever.”  

“Then let's get you dressed.”

“Thank you Mama.  You have no idea how much this means to me.”  

“Yes I do Eleanor, because you have told me a thousand times already.  You are loved immeasurably today, and always by me.  You are my daughter, and you make my son incredibly happy.  And after today, all of us will finally be family by law, but we’ve always been family in the eyes of God.”

There was a soft knock to the door.  

“It better not be Nico trying to sneak over here.” Mama K opened the door and smiled quickly ushering her into the room.

“You have a guest Elle.”  

“I hope I'm not too late.”

“LIBBY!”

“Great you’re not dressed yet,  I thought maybe I could help too?  And I have a gift for you. Something old and borrowed. Mama K said she already handled the something blue.”  

“Libby… I can't wear that.  It’s Mother’s.”  

“She always said she wanted her daughters to wear this on their weddings.  You’re getting married.”

Elle shook her head.  “She wouldn’t want me…. She didn’t want me….”  

“Wear it Elle.  It’s a piece of your mother, even though she couldn’t be here with you. I know this is not how you wanted things to be, but you are surrounded by the people who love you, just like Nico said. We love you Elle.”  

Today, with the help of her sister, and “Mother,” she was putting on a dress, unlike any other dress.   

A dress in  a style she never thought she would ever want to wear again, a dress she thought was incredibly beautiful, that would in addition to the vows, give her a new life.She was leaving this room Eleanor Rys, but by the end of the day she would be Eleanor Karahalios,  Wife of Nicolas, mother of Eliana, and the little one growing in her belly at that moment. It’s finally time for the best part.

“I feel beautiful.”  

“You look beautiful.”  

“It’s really happening,  I’m getting married today.”  

#bebepac writes #six sentence sunday #always more than six #mood music monday #the rotten apple #the blue honey cafe #liam x riley #nico x elle #cfwc sunday six #choices fic writers creations

[witchersmistress]

To Build A New

Hello my darlings!!! lets dive back into the world of Harper and August shall we??

Trigger Warnings: vulgar language, only Harpers pov no August this time around.

Word Count: 1.7K

Harpers POV

My head is pounding. I blink into the long rays of warm summer sun and sit up, grabbing onto the chaise lounge when a wave of dizziness hits. It takes me a second to get my bearings, to take in the red jalapeños dangling from their plants and the towering sunflowers overhead. I wince at the incessant noise of cicada song, sawing into my brain instead of soothing me with its familiarity, and the constant, hot wind that blows steadily from the south.

My heart races erratically, and I stumble to my feet, gasping for breath past the ache inside me. I want to—need to—step off the edge, to make it happen this time. Last time, the thought felt like a question, something to ponder absently, the consequences being equal either way. This time, it feels like an answer, the only possible solution. It only takes a moment to cross the roof. I’m almost at the edge when Mr. D grabs my arm and spins me around. He’s not gentle this time. His lips are set in a tight line, and he keeps his grip on my arm and marches me back to the chair. He pushes me down into it, the plush outdoor furniture he bought for me to sit on that probably cost more than the furniture in my house. My head throbs when my ass hits the cushion. He sits beside my knees and just looks at me, his good eye piercing into me until I have to look away. “What happened?” I ask. “You led August here,” he says flatly. My voice comes out as barely more than a breath, almost stolen by the wind. “What?” He rakes his hand through his blonde hair, which he’s cut since I saw him last, when I left him. “I just… Why here, Harper?” I close my eyes. My fingers shake, and I have to ball them into fists to steady myself. “I was bringing back your truck,” I whisper. “And you don’t have a garage.” His words are uninflected. It’s not a question. I don’t argue. I remember coming back, parking the truck, closing the garage to put one more wall between me and August. But he found me, anyway. And now he found Mr. D, and I’m not safe here, either. There’s nowhere safe. Even worse, I exposed Mr. D. Will he have to give up his beautiful home? His plants? His life? “I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears brimming in my eyes. Words aren’t enough to fix what I’ve done. “Maybe I should have gotten you help,” he says with a weary sigh. “Instead of thinking you’d heal here if I gave it time.” “No,” I say, sitting up and pulling my knees up to my chest. “It’s not your fault.” He turns to me, swallowing and searching my eyes. “Do you need to be under surveillance? I can’t change what I did, but I can take you now, if you need it.” I shake my head. “I don’t need that.” He takes my hand between both of his, slowly threading his tattooed fingers through mine. “What do you need, Harper?” I remember all the times he told me he needed more, that my information wasn’t good enough. Maybe it wasn’t enough because he couldn’t ask for what he really needed. He seemed so cold, so heartless. But he’s not the same in person. He’s just as broken as the rest of us. I remember how it felt to be needed by August, how much I needed that. Maybe that’s all Mr. D ever needed, too, even if he didn’t know it. Maybe that’s all any of us need, at least once in our lives. I don’t know what I need anymore, but I still remember how to give. So I swallow past the ache in my throat and give him the answer he deserves. “You,” I whisper. “I need you, Mr. D.”

  Later, I sat on the island where I sat for so many days. I fill out the paperwork from school while Mr. D cooks and Local News with Jackie puts up a map showing the hotspots where the new designer drug has popped up. I look up every now and then, checking the TV or thinking how strange it is that I never took the time to admire Mr. D the way he admires me. I was always an object to him, something to dress and decorate and compliment, something to consume the way he consumes his fancy meals, drink in with his eyes the way he drinks his one glass of fine wine with dinner each night. And he was the opposite to me, an idea with no substance. I was happy to let him hide behind his mask, to call him the Phantom, to ask no questions. I rarely admired the beautiful, long lines of his trim physique, the impeccable wardrobe, the skill it takes to sear pork chops and roast green beans and frizzle leeks at the same time. “Where did you learn to cook like that?” I ask. He glances back at me from where he’s arranging the plates, sprinkling crispy leeks in a neat line over a heap of real mashed potatoes, not the powdered kind from the box. “I’m a recluse,” he says. “With energy to burn and even more time to kill.” “You taught yourself to make all this?” I ask as he slides a plate in front of me, everything on it looking both appetizing and visually appealing, like it could be served in the finest restaurant in a big city, not a bachelor pad in Atlanta,Georgia. “I take no credit,” he says. “It was all TV and the internet.” “TV and the internet didn’t cook this dinner,” I say, accepting a glass of wine. I feel strange, like a stranger in his house, the same way I felt when I went home after being here for months. Nothing quite fits right anymore. Maybe it never did.

 You’d think we’d be perfect together, two lost people with no place, no purpose in the world anymore. Maybe it could have worked before, if he’d agreed to meet instead of being too scared to show his face. Now I’m too broken, too fragmented to ever fit together with anyone. And though he’s broken, too, our pieces don’t match up. They grind against each other as we try to force them together in a desperate attempt to make something bearable from our lives. Mr. D sits beside me, and we eat in silence for a few minutes. “I’m going back to school,” I say at last. He pauses, then finishes chewing before answering. “Because you missed the last few months? You should be able to work something out if you’re that close to graduating.” “I was only a junior,” I reminded him.

He nods. “August graduated. You won’t have to see him.” “He knows your truck,” I say. There’s a beat of silence, heavy with the words I left unspoken. He knows more than Mr. D’s truck. He knows his house. “You’re sure he followed me here?” I ask at last. “That he knows where you live?” “I’m sure.” My stomach lurches, and I can’t swallow the food in my mouth. I have to spit it into a napkin and suck in a loud, ugly breath before I can speak. “Are we safe? Is he outside right now?” He snorts. “Now you’re worried about your safety? We both know what you were doing today, Harper. What you were trying to do.” “I wasn’t…” Was I? I don’t remember. I remember sobbing so hard I thought my chest would implode. When I woke up on that roof, though, I knew what I wanted, the first time I’ve truly wanted anything since the morning Mr. D pulled me off that tree. “You left the truck running,” he says quietly, spearing a green bean. “And closed the garage.” I take a sip of wine to get my throat working again. I was so out of it after I saw August, I don’t even remember driving here.

 I should have been terrified, watching for him in the mirrors. Instead of being paranoid, I forgot the games he plays. “I can’t protect you when I’m not with you,” Mr. D says. “If he makes you do that again…” “He followed me here,” I repeat, as if just realizing it, as if saying it again will make it untrue, make him contradict me. Panic rises in my voice. My head swims, and I have to grab the edge of the counter so I don’t fall off the barstool. He could have run me off the road and killed me right there. He could come after me again. He will, too. He won’t stop until I’m dead. He knows where my mom lives, and now he knows my hiding place. Mr. D frowns at his plate. “You should have protection for when you’re not with me,” he says at last. “I can’t give you a gun, not after what you pulled today. But I’ll have you fitted for brass knuckles, and if you know any other weapons you can’t turn around on yourself…” “I won’t,” I say. He fixes me with his unflinching, turquoise gaze. “Until you see him again.” I don’t answer. I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t know myself anymore, the person I am now. I didn’t know I’d be able to face August, to talk to him and even to snark back at him like nothing changed.

 I didn’t know it would be the thing that finally pushed me to the edge. I finish dinner with Mr. D and slide into his bed. I’m ready for him, but he doesn’t use me the way he used to. When he returns from the shower, he climbs in beside me and pulls me into his arms, and we go to sleep. For the next few weeks, that’s how it continues. I won't leave again. I don’t want to risk running into August. I dive deep into the makeup work my professors  sent for the last two months I missed at Georgia State, so I can turn in everything and start senior year at State. It helps to focus on something and get out of my head. Day by day, I feel myself emerge, not the girl I used to be or the one Mr. D made but someone else, someone whose raw edges are sealed over with scar tissue, whose broken pieces at least resemble a human.

#henry cavill imagine #august walker #henry cavill x you #august walker fanfic #august walker fanfiction #august walker imagines #henry cavill characters #henrycavill smut

[rathologic]

This is the song I sang about Bad Grief when we passed the $200 fundraising milestone (at around 3:28:00 in the Daniilionaire marathon). Lyrics under the cut :-)

The Scourge of the Gorkhon Town (by rathologic, after "The Star of the County Down")

By a warehouse south of the park in the Mouth That September that went awry From an alley free came an NPC And he smiled as he passed me by

He looked so grand from the knife in his hand To his skirt and his short red hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself For to see I was really there

From Stamatin’s Loft to the Bone Stake Lot And the Polyhedron’s crown No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief That I met in the Gorkhon town

As he onward went, sure I scratched my skin And I coughed with a feeling rare And I say, says I, to a passer-by "Who's the Bound with the bright-red hair?"

He smiles at me, and he says, says he "That's a vile and heartless clown Grigory Filin, from the criminal village He's the scourge of the Gorkhon town."

From the Abattoir to the Stillwater And the Polyhedron’s crown No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief That I met in the Gorkhon town

At the Humble square he’ll be surely there So I'll dress in protective clothes With my bandage right and my saint in sight For a cure from my bright-red rose

No meat I'll smoke, no bulls I'll yoke Till my veins they are rust-colored brown Till a healing gleam, in my own bloodstream Flows the Scourge of the Gorkhon Town

From the Tadpole Yard to the Broken Heart And the Polyhedron’s crown No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief That I met in the Gorkhon town

From the Shekhen yurt to the Theatre And the Polyhedron’s crown No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief That I met in the Gorkhon town

#part of this highlight is skipping near the last verse for me... LET ME KNOW if that's not just on my end it should all be there #daniilionaire #bad grief #stream highlight #the 'coaxing elf' line was the one I could NOT rewrite to be gief specific... I'm glad it came up early in the stream &not when my voice #started to take damage haha. have a really bad dry throat in the aftermath today. most fun time I've ever had :^)

[kittymaine]

Two Weeks Notice Ch. 1

// Summary: Tim Drake disappears without warning, and the bats blame the Red Hood. Jason doesn't know who took Tim or where he went, but he knows that finding out before the bats will be the sweetest revenge. What he finds only begs more questions, each one more uncomfortable than the last.

A parallel story to Early Retirement. //

Jason Todd learned that Tim Drake-Wayne was missing when the rest of the world learned about it. It was a normal cold November day when the only real item of note was Tim’s face splashed across the front page of every major newspaper in Gotham.

Despite reports to the contrary, Jason was not heartless. He might not be showing up to Christmas Dinner at Wayne Manor, but he cared about the kids who did. So, he did the only thing he could do. He read the articles printed in the papers, he read the Wayne Enterprises official statement, he even skimmed through a few of the less trashy tabloids to see what the fringe media was talking about. Through all that reading, nothing jumped out as troubling. Nobody was speculating that Tim had been kidnapped or that he was hurt or missing. Everyone was just saying that he had suddenly retired. Tim was barely eighteen and had been a CEO since he was sixteen and Robin since he was thirteen. As far as Jason was concerned, good for him.

So, Jason brushed it off. If it wasn’t exactly what it looked like (Tim finally getting out from under the weight of a whole ass company being dropped on him), then it was probably for some totally batshit plan Bruce cooked up. It would have twenty steps, fifteen of them would be completely useless, and would probably take months for any results to come through. Either way, it was none of Jason’s business.

Jason Todd was the Red Hood, the anti-hero of Gotham city who skirted the line between hero and villain on a daily basis. That was how the public saw him. Through his work with the Outlaws, he had improved his image with the hero community. He would get calls to back up heroes in other cities sometimes, thought it wasn’t uncommon for other heroes to give him the side eye even though he was on their side. But, he was still persona non grata for the Bats. If something colossal went down, he would show up and help to throw some punches, but that was it. He wasn’t on their comm channels, he didn’t show up for Sunday Brunch, and he sure as hell didn’t get tagged in on any of their operations. For the most part, he didn’t fuck with them, and they didn’t fuck with him. It was a pretty shitty setup, but it worked. At this point, Jason just wanted to leave it alone.

So, after checking into it as much as he was able to, he went about his life without a thought to what was going on with Tim Drake-Wayne.

That changed just three days after Tim went missing.

Jason had been following a tip about a human trafficking ring that operated around Hyde Park, at the south end of the Narrows. They targeted preteen girls mostly, but had also grabbed a few young women in the past few weeks. He had been sitting on a nearby roof with a pair of binoculars and a half-eaten meatball sub when the sound of a cape snapping shut sounded behind him.

Jason didn’t turn, and he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even take the binoculars away from his eyes.

“What the fuck do you want, old man?” Jason grumbled, training his binoculars on a portly man walking suspiciously slowly around the duck pond in the center of the park.

Jason’s answer was the prick of a dart hitting him in the neck, right above his armor. He had it out in a second, whirling on Bruce with a feral growl, even as he felt whatever he had been stuck with quickly sap his strength.

“You piece of shit!” Jason tried to snarl, although it came out as more of a slur.

He collapsed to his knees, his eyesight becoming unfocused and blurry. He could just make out Nightwing and Robin land on the roof behind Batman’s ominous black silhouette before his vision faded out, and he surrendered to unconsciousness.

~ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ~

When Jason swam back to consciousness, he was cuffed to a metal table in an unfortunately familiar interrogation room. The table was stainless steel with a single bolt in it that his handcuffs were attached to. He was sitting in a stainless steel chair with a matching chair pushed in across the table from him. A single bright light hung above the table, reminiscent of an old crime noir movie.

Bruce loomed in the corner, the tightness of his mouth testifying to how shitty his mood was.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Jason sneered, his speech slightly slurred. He had drooled on the table and tried ineffectually to wipe the drool off his face with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“Where is Tim?” Bruce rumbled. His voice sounded like the quiet grinding of stones in a mill, the danger of being crushed hidden between the words.

“How the fuck should I know?” Jason spat.

The punch that landed on his jaw was lightning quick, but he had been expecting it. He let his head roll with it, even as he felt a muscle in his neck jump and scream with the strain.

“I KNOW YOU HAVE HIM. WHERE IS HE!” Bruce screamed about two inches from Jason’s face.

Jason scrunched his nose at the volume and the spittle landing all over him, but kept himself loose and carefully regulated his breathing.

“I told you. I. Don’t. Know,” Jason enunciated very clearly. 

“You tried to kill him twice already. You are the most likely culprit,” Bruce growled, literally baring his teeth at Jason like a dog.

“That was fucking years ago!” Jason shouted before physically reining in his temper. “I haven’t seen or heard from Tim in months. Look me in the eye and tell me I’m lying,” he said. Bruce could do exactly that, since Jason was missing his domino. Based on how painful the skin around his eyes were, it felt like it had been ripped off without any time taken to dissolve the glue.

Bruce stared at him for a long, pregnant moment. Or, maybe it was better to say that the white lenses in Batman’s cowl stared at him. There was no Bruce there, not that Jason had seen any hint of the man he once considered his father in years. He sometimes fantasized that Bruce was gone, as dead as he himself had once been, replaced completely with Batman. A demon from the darkest shadows of Gotham that walked around wearing his father’s skin to smile for the cameras before returning to the darkness.

After a long moment, Batman pulled back and looked up into the corner of the room, just above and behind Jason. Jason knew that a camera was installed there, with an innocuous red light to indicate it was recording. It was a red herring, though. The red light could be flashed by whoever was sitting behind the one way glass to communicate messages to Batman. Whatever message Batman received, he backed off a little bit and stood on the far side of the table.

“If you don’t have Tim, then you know who does,” he said, back to his quiet, dangerous rumble as if he had never lost control in the first place.

“I haven’t heard anything,” Jason said with a roll of his eyes. “Nobody’s talking about a missing bird. The only things I’ve heard are what’s in the papers.”

Another long pause. Jason kept staring at the impassive face of the cowl and, while he couldn’t see Bruce’s eyes, he was sure they were watching the flashing of the light just behind his head.

“You will investigate among your contacts and report back,” Bruce bit out, like the words tasted vile in his mouth, before retreating through the only door.

“Like hell I will,” Jason grumbled.

The door swung shut with a final sounding clank. Jason heard the sound of a lock automatically engaging. He sighed heavily and let his head thunk down on the table in front of him.

How was this his life? It should be illegal for one person to have to take so many hard knocks, even a bad person like him. His own dad (ex-dad?) had hauled him in to interrogate him over his sort of brother’s disappearance. He had even roughed him up a bit. He couldn’t even pretend this was a special kind of hatred, either. Jason imagined the only reason he got the interrogation room treatment was because he was one of their few rogues who knew their identities. It was likely a lot of people had gotten similar treatments in the past few days, just in shady back alleys and basements instead of the Batcave itself.

Jason didn’t know how long he sat there waiting for someone to remember he couldn’t actually leave while handcuffed, locked in, and on the Batcave’s threat list. It felt like a long time of just letting his bruised cheek rest against the cold metal table and thinking about how everything was bullshit and pondering what destructive thing he was going to do to bury the more insidious feelings squirming in his gut. Maybe he would blow up a car? Blowing up cars was always strangely satisfying.

While he was considering whose car he should blow up for maximum chaos and enjoyment (Roman’s? Harvey’s? Oh, the mayor’s???) the door finally opened again and Nightwing stepped inside.

What Jason could see below the domino was stony. Jason didn’t know Dick super well before his death, and they certainly hadn’t bonded after he came back. He didn’t know how Dick felt about him hanging out with his ex-girlfriend and one of his ex-best friends, but he imagined it didn’t exactly make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Not that Jason gave a shit. Imagining Dick’s constipated face every time Starfire gave him a hug was always a high point for him.

Nightwing stared at him for a stupidly long time, probably waiting for Jason to say something snarky so that he could chastise him and make him the bad guy somehow. Well, he could go fuck himself. Jason knew for a fact he was way more stubborn than golden boy Dick Grayson. He could sit in this cell all night saying fuck all if he needed to. Eventually, Dick sighed and crossed the small space to unlock Jason’s handcuffs.

“This wasn’t personal,” Nightwing said under his breath as he stepped away.

Jason got to his feet slowly and rubbed the circulation back into his hands. Whoever had put the cuffs on him had put them on way too tight. On top of that, whatever knockout juice they got him with hadn’t totally worn off, so he would have to take it easy for a bit.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you could have texted. Super reasonable,” Jason snorted, holding onto the table as he took a few cautious steps toward the door. It felt like the room was spinning, and his legs felt like jello, so he didn’t make it far.

“He’s just worried. This isn’t like Tim at all. We’re worried about him,” Dick said, not moving out of the doorway.

“Look, if you think that I don’t expect B to act like a psycho asshole 100% of the time, then you are under some serious misunderstandings about my opinion of him,” Jason sighed. He stopped at the end of the table, when it became pretty obvious that Dick wasn’t going to move. Jason was nowhere near steady enough to make him.

Dick’s mouth turned down into a faint frown at that. His first expression since entering the room. “I know you’re not B’s biggest fan, but I would really appreciate it if you could ask your contacts if they’ve heard anything that might be related to Tim’s disappearance,” Dick said in what sounded like his best little professional voice.

Jason did roll his eyes at that. “Right, because I am just overflowing with goodwill after this little performance.”

“Jason!” Dick bit off whatever he was going to say a second after shouting his name. His mouth and nose were wrinkled with anger, so at least they were back on steadier footing. The whole good cop routine was starting to give Jason the creeps.

After Dick visibly mastered himself, he spoke again, “It would really go a long way to building some trust between you and Bruce if you could help us with this.”

For some reason, it was this last line that really lit the fire of anger in Jason’s chest. Not the screaming from Bruce or the suspicion, but this carefully worded advice from Dick.

It felt like the drugs in his system burned up in a single moment of incandescent rage. Before he knew it, Jason was in Dick’s face.

“There’s that misunderstanding again,” he sneered. “What the fuck makes you think I want Batman to trust me? What makes you think I trust him not to put a knife in my back the second it’s convenient for him? He could eat shit and die tomorrow and trust me, these eyes would be dry as the desert, asshole.” Jason shoved Dick out of the way hard. He knew the door jamb was digging into Dick’s back, but all he did was stand there and stare Jason down like all he wanted in the world was to lay him with a good punch. “I hope the kid really did ditch all you fucks,” Jason whispered viciously, putting his mouth just a scant inch from Dick’s ear. “It would be the smartest thing he ever did.” He felt Dick shaking where he held him still across his chest, and he wasn’t naive enough to think it was anything other than barely leashed rage.

Jason stepped away from Dick and strode down the hallway away from him. His heart was thumping hard in his chest and his hands were shaking with adrenaline. A rushing noise in his ears muffled the chattering sounds of bats and running water as he exited the short hallway into the main Batcave. He hadn’t been inside the cave since before his death, but he couldn’t be fucked to take a single backward glance, he was so mad. He walked down to the vehicle bay, his long legs eating up the distance in no time, jumped on the first motorcycle he saw and revved the engine hard. The rumble between his legs felt like escape. He let the throttle open up and tore out of the cave with a screech of tires.

He drove mindlessly for a long time. It was late (or early depending on your perspective) so he took the highway loop around the outside of the city and drove recklessly fast. He let the thrill of the speed and the near misses with other cars sweat out the stink and hurt and fear from his body. Only once the trembling in his limbs cooked down to hunger and exhaustion did he pull off the interstate.

It was the early hours of the morning when Jason crashed the cycle into the most glorious fireball against a nearby empty warehouse. It wasn’t the mayor’s car, but it was Dick’s Ducati, which was pretty close. He hoped he liked that bike, that he had plans for it. That last little bit of revenge completed, Jason wandered into the nearest 24 hour diner, ordered almost the entire breakfast menu and then went into the bathroom and crushed no less than six trackers that he found all through his clothes. He ended up just leaving his boots in the bathroom. It was too easy to hide trackers in the soles that couldn’t be found with a simple pat down test.

As he munched through toast and pancakes, he finally let himself turn over his encounter with Bats and Dick.

Tim wasn’t just retiring from Wayne Enterprises, he had also disappeared. It had the bats scrambling. They must have had no leads if they were going to such lengths as to drag him into the cave, a place that they had vehemently kept him out of even when he was bleeding and broken after co-op missions. It was probably going worse than he imagined if they were willing to lower themselves to asking him for help. He thought that Dick was going to have an aneurysm during that little bit of making nice in the interrogation room.

The thing was that Batman and his little brood were actually good detectives. It was pretty unusual for them to be this lost when it came to an investigation. If Tim really was kidnapped against his will, he was smart enough to find some way to leave a clue for his mentor, and Bruce was definitely smart enough to pick up on it.

Jason paused to take a swig of his coffee and stare out the window at the early morning wageworkers walking the pavement with their heads down against the early morning chill. 

Unless the bats were approaching things from the wrong end.

Jason had mostly been going for the easiest dig when he said that last thing to Dick, but what if that was closer to the truth than he thought? Bruce and the rest of the bats were probably arrogant enough to not even consider that Tim had left under his own power. But, the police response to the media sure sounded like they weren’t very suspicious. Tim had just turned eighteen last summer, so it was now legal for him to disappear. Even emancipated, disappearing while underage was likely to set off a pretty serious investigation. But, a wealthy eighteen-year-old disappearing? That wasn’t illegal, just concerning.

Was that why the bats couldn’t find him? Because they refused to consider Tim a suspect in his own disappearance?

Jason snorted around a piece of bacon. It all just fit together too well. And, god, what a hit that would be if he was right.

“Oh my god,” Jason said, putting down the huge glass of orange juice he had just started to pick up. The old lady sitting in the booth behind him gave him a derisive look.

If they wanted Jason to investigate Tim’s disappearance, he would. But, not to bring the poor little bird home. No, he was going to prove that Tim bounced out hard and dunk the bat's collective egos into the toilet bowl. And, he would flush too.

~ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ~

Jason starts with the money.

Unlike a normal eighteen-year-old on the run, Tim was a fucking billionaire a couple of times over. There was no way he just grabbed a backpack and a ticket on a greyhound bus. No, Jason's bet was that if Tim had decided to disappear, even if it was a spur of the moment thing, he had used his exorbitant wealth to help things along.

Financial forensics were not exactly Jason's strong suit, but he knew enough to hide his own trail of illicit cash and purchases. A few books checked out from his local library helped him the rest of the way.

Jason wasn't an incredible hacker either, but luckily Bruce had helped the Gotham City Police Department gain access to Tim's civilian hard drive. The GCPD were many things, but digitally secure they were not. It was nothing for Jason to sneak into their network using the login he had pinched from a detective over a year ago and start cruising through what they had and use that to open any other doors he needed.

The picture came together pretty quickly. Just a few days of digging and Jason had a pretty good picture of what happened.

Tim had an absolutely obscene number of alias' and shell companies set up. What half of them were for, Jason had no idea. It seemed like he just randomly cycled money through them for no particular reason he could tell.

But, if you knew what you were looking for, you might notice that one of those shell companies had bought a farm in the middle of rural Pennsylvania just a month ago. Then, just two weeks after purchasing said farm, the deed was transferred to one 'John Timothy Drako'.

The alias was so weak that Jason actually squawked out a laugh at the sight of it. It was almost like Tim wanted to be caught or something.

It seemed obvious to Jason that this little farm must be where Tim had disappeared too, but just the paper trail wouldn't be enough for Bruce. No, if he was going to convince him that his little bird had flown the coop on purpose, he would need proof positive.

The farm was only a few hours away, so Jason decided it would be worth it to check it out himself. He wouldn't get close. Jason didn't want to spook Tim, for reasons that he wasn't willing to think about too much. He would just confirm that Tim was on the farm and then fuck out of there without Tim any the wiser.

In order to do so, Jason had found another farm sitting on a ridge almost a mile from the one Tim had bought. It looked like it had been abandoned for decades, the windows broken out and the door hanging by only one hinge. It had a big barn that looked like it was one stiff wind away from falling down. Regardless of its run down condition, the barn was perfect. Jason scaled the creaking ladder up into the loft and from there hauled himself up onto the roof. The rusted corrugated tin was warm from the sun, even in the November chill.

Jason laid flat on the roof and pulled a huge telephoto lens and camera from his duffle. He aimed it across the valley at Tim's farm.

He didn't even have to wait. There he was, just wandering around the property, trailing his fingers along fence posts and looking up at twisted old fruit trees. He looked happy and calm, an expression that Jason had never seen on his face as he stumbled over tree roots on his way back to the old farmhouse. He was in a red and black flannel shirt and ripped up old jeans over soft brown boots. Tim fit right in to the scenery, so long as you didn't look too close.

Because, if you did look close, you would see that he looked like death warmed over. His hair was long and unwashed, his skin was sickly pale, his face was gaunt with his cheeks and eyes sunken into his already bony face. His hands where they protruded from the worn ends of his shirt sleeves shook faintly. The way his clothes hung on him, Jason suspected that there wasn't a single ounce of fat on his body.

Jason took his pictures, but he remained on the roof of the barn for a long time after Tim retreated back into his little farm house.

His mind was scrambling with questions, but the biggest one was definitely 'What the fuck happened?'

Jason hadn't ever seen Tim out of costume personally that he could remember. So, admittedly, he wasn't an expert on what Tim normally looked like. There were pictures in the newspaper, but he knew better than anyone how expert all the bats were at using makeup and padding and other tools of disguise to hide what was really going on with them. When Jason had met up with Tim during patrols or to work on cases, he seemed fine. But, then, all but the skin of his jaw was covered while they worked and his costume could have been padded out to hide weight loss.

Even if Tim had fooled Jason, who admittedly wouldn't have been looking at him very closely, the Bats had to be aware of something, right? The kid looked like he was ready to pass out any second. How was Bruce okay with him living on his own and working a full time job on top of vigilante work if this was the toll it took on him?

Jason was missing something big. Or, was he? An insidious voice whispered in his ear that maybe the Bruce of his childhood never would have allowed something like that. But, he had changed a lot since Jason had come back to Gotham. Mostly for the worse.

Jason had always assumed the coldness and the vitriol and the judgment were reserved only for him, but what was he basing that on? Did he think that Bruce could only treat people he had a bad relationship with that way? How did he even know that Tim and Bruce had a good relationship in the first place?

There were so many questions, and the connotations of all of them were absolutely tragic to consider. Jason had thought that Bruce was a bad father to him for a long time, but the idea that he was also a bad father to all of his other kids sunk into Jason's stomach like a ten ton rock.

Before Jason could even begin to come to terms with what he had just realized, his phone buzzed in his pocket. This was weird because he had only brought his real phone along on his op, the one he gave to friends only.

He had a text message from an unknown number.

Meeting in cave tonight @ 10 PM. Not optional.

"Fuck my life," Jason muttered as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and packed his expensive camera back into its duffle bag. "This is going to suck."

~ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ~

Jason shows up at the cave at quarter to ten. He comes in through a back entrance hidden in the woods behind the manor that he'd known about since he was a kid.

Even though he was early, he wasn’t the only one there. Three women and one boy were sitting at a large round table in the middle of the main cavern that he didn’t remember being there before. He recognized the boy as Damian Wayne only because his picture has been in the paper from time to time beside Bruce and Dick. Cassandra and Steph he only recognized by reputation. He'd maybe seen one photo of Cassandra in the press and had never run across Black Bat during patrols, which he'd attributed to their territories being too far apart. Steph he only knew from his own research into the bats operating in Gotham. She was the only one visibly struggling with her emotions, her eyes red and shining, her bottom lip wobbling intermittently as she stared intently at her hands where they rested on the tabletop.

The last person at the table had to be Barbara Gordon, someone he hadn't seen or heard from since before he died. She was still beautiful just like he remembered, but she was also older and more mature, whatever girl like warm she had before long gone. She looked like a serious young woman tired beyond her years as she sat in a modern looking wheelchair pushed up close to the table. Barbara was also the only one who acknowledged him as he sat down in a free space and put a manila folder down in front of him. They shared a brief glance, her face completely unreadable, before she nodded and looked away.

It was a long fifteen minutes of waiting in silence. Steph sniffled while Barbara and Cassandra, sitting on either side of her, reached out to reassure her. Jason and Damian were completely still. Dick came in wearing his full Nightwing gear five minutes before the meeting was set to start. He was the only person fully kitted out. Damian appeared to be in pajamas, the girls were all in civvies, and Jason was in his normal body armor but sans mask or helmet. Dick stared at Jason for a long time, frozen just a few feet from the table. Jason didn't know what his deal was, but he stared back until Dick finally shook it off and took a seat beside Babs.

Batwoman and Batwing showed up shortly after Dick, also in full costume. They both stuttered a little bit when they saw him, but Jason could not give less of a fuck about either of them. They took the remaining two seats on either side of him very stiffly.

Bruce came striding into the main cavern at exactly ten o'clock in full Batman suit and gear. He looked stiff and tired to Jason's trained eye. The way he moved in the armor made it look like it weighed five hundred pounds, but Jason and Dick may have been the only ones who knew him well enough to pick up on it. Bruce covered his own discomfort exceptionally well against people who didn't know what to look for.

Batman stood at the head of the table, at the exact other end from Jason.

"What have you found?" he growled out. It sounded painful, the way his voice ground out from between tense lips.

Nobody spoke for a long moment, but then Steph's wavering voice broke the tense silence.

"I've been all over his apartment and talked to all of his friends. Nobody knows anything," she said, just barely choking out the last sentence before she had to cover her face with her hands as a sob finally broke through.

Cassandra put a comforting hand on her back, and Barbara took hold of the hand not pressed to her face.

"Searched all over Gotham. All Tim's favorite spots. No Tim," Cassandra said in a soft, halting voice.

"I contacted my mother," Damian spoke next. He was as still as a statue, unnaturally still for a kid his age. His bright green eyes stared at nothing, looking directly ahead. "She says that there is no whisper of him among the League."

"Batwing, Batwoman and I have been coordinating to shake down all the big players in Gotham to see if they had anything to do with it," Dick spoke up next, his defeated tone conveying what everyone already knew. "Nobody seems to know anything."

There was a long pause. Not a head turned toward him, though Jason could still feel everyone's attention focus on him. He supposed he made it a little obvious with the folder. He was the only one who brought anything, after all.

Jason used a single finger to flick the folder across the table toward Bruce. Batman stopped it from hitting him in his armored stomach with a gauntlet slap.

"Tim is fine. He left on his own, just like I told you," Jason said, folding his arms across his chest.

The table erupted in noise, multiple people trying to talk at once. Dick and Steph were the loudest, but most people had their mouths open. Jason didn't care. He only had eyes for Bruce, and Bruce only had eyes for the folder trapped under his hand.

While Dick shouted angry questions at him and Steph cussed at Bruce while Cassandra held her back, Jason watched Bruce pick up the folder and flip it open. It was a heavily redacted file, a decision that Jason made just a few seconds before he printed everything out. It wasn't as convincing, with addresses and names all blacked out and the photos of Tim zoomed in so far as to crop out any identifying information. But, the idea of just handing Bruce Tim's location made Jason sick to his stomach.

He watched Bruce's mouth tighten, his fingers tighten on the paper until it bent and warped under his thick fingertips. He watched the muscles in his jaw tighten until Jason sincerely thought he was going to crack a tooth.

"Stop!" Barbara shouted, cutting through all the arguing and shouting that swirled around the table. It pulled Jason out of his focus, snapping him back to the present.

Dick and Damian were both on their feet, and Batwing was leaning back from the table like he would like nothing more than to get up and leave. Batwoman looked like it was any other Tuesday, but Steph was glaring at Bruce like she was about two seconds away from jumping across the table to attack him.

Babs had the hand not clutched in Steph's shirt over her forehead, her eyes closed tightly behind her glasses.

"Jason is right," she said, like she had to force each word out between her teeth. "I found Tim too. He left of his own accord and appears to be perfectly fine."

Silence descended again, but it was short-lived this time.

"Explain," Bruce ground out, tossing the folder onto the table like it disgusted him.

"There's nothing to explain," Barbara said, frustration clear in her tone. "The police were completely right. Tim engineered his own disappearance."

"If you expect me to believe that my own son-" Bruce started, his voice deadly soft in the beginning but steadily building before being brutally cut off by Barbara.

"I saw the cave footage," she shouted, looking furious herself. "So, don't act like what I'm saying is so unbelievable," she hissed.

The kids all froze at that (Dick, Damian, Steph and Cassandra), but Jason leaned forward with a frown. He could feel Batwoman and Batwing tuning in as well.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Jason asked with a wrinkle of his nose.

"Bruce," Batwoman sighed, her voice somehow quiet and hard at the same time.

Bruce stared down at the file sitting on the table in front of him. He didn't move and didn't speak, he just stared while Dick carefully edged toward him.

"Bruce, is there reason to believe that Tim would have left on his own? Something you didn't feel the need to share with us?" Luke Fox asked, sounding as exasperated as Jason felt disgusted.

Did Bruce know that Tim had probably left on his own and decided to act like he was kidnapped just to save face? Or was he really in denial? Jason honestly wasn't sure which one would be worse.

"There was no reason to believe that Tim would have left under his own power," Bruce ground out.

"That is not true!" Stephanie shouted, her face flushed red and shining with tears. "He left a note," Stephanie added with a wobble, another tear escaping to run down her cheek.

"What note?" Dick asked faintly. Now that Jason looked at him, he almost looked like he was going to pass out.

"There was a single sticky note on his computer monitor in his apartment," Barbara explained tiredly. "It said only, 'don't look for me'."

"Jesus Christ," Luke snapped, standing up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair. "And you didn't think that was useful information to share with us?"

"It was obviously fake," Bruce snarled.

"The handwriting was an exact match," Barbara tossed back.

"It is incredibly easy to imitate someone's handwriting," Bruce shot right back.

"That may be the case, but it also may be the case that the note was genuine," Batwoman replied as easily as if she were ordering a sandwich at Subway. "But you hid that clue from us because you wanted to make sure our investigations only went in certain directions."

"I was removing misleading information from your view in order to eliminate distractions," Bruce replied through clenched teeth.

"It begs the question," Batwoman continued quietly, completely ignoring him. "Were you aware of Timothy's role in his own disappearance all along and only bringing us in to keep up appearances?"

"This is ridiculous! This meeting is over," Bruce barked, but was immediately shouted down.

"Let her speak," Barbara snapped, Luke nodding along with her.

"It also begs the question of why Timothy felt the need to disappear in the first place. He's surrounded by adults and other vigilantes. There are plenty of people who know who he is and what his struggles may be. So, why was it preferable to disappear than to turn to one of us for help?" Batwoman continued quietly.

"Are you implying that I abused my son?" Bruce asked in a dangerously quiet voice. His hands were visibly trembling where they pressed against the top of the table.

"I am simply asking questions," Batwoman sighed. "I don't pretend to know the answers."

"I want you all out," Bruce said quietly. He sucked in a breath, and it trembled on the exhalation. Jason wasn't sure if he had ever seen him emote so visibly in the last few years. "If I see a single one of you still here in ten minutes, I'll throw you out myself."

With that parting note, Bruce spun on his heel, his cape billowing out dramatically behind him, and stalked back to the door he had initially appeared from. Not ten seconds after he had disappeared, loud crashing sounds could be heard from the other side of the door.

"Well, this was a huge waste of time," Luke said, shrugging his wide shoulders and curling his lip like he smelled something nasty. "I'm sorry, Steph," he said, turning a sympathetic expression on the still quietly sniffling Stephanie. "I hope he comes home soon."

"Thanks, Luke," she said despondently.

With another pitying look at the rest of them, Batwing turned around and headed toward the vehicle bay.

"I'm also sorry that things turned out this way," Batwoman said as she gracefully slid to her feet. "I'm always available if any of you need anything," she said, making eye contact with everyone but Jason before following Batwing out to the vehicle bay.

The rest of them sat at the table for a while, listening to the sounds of equipment smashing in the other room until it finally subsided. Jason considered making an exit that was much louder and angrier than Kate and Luke's, or maybe just turning around and leaving without saying anything. Something kept him stuck to that chair.

Kate's question swirled around in his head. What did they do to Tim to finally drive him off? Jason hadn't even managed that when he nearly killed the kid in his own base.

"Come on, Steph. Let's head back," Barbara finally said, squeezing her hand one last time before releasing it and rolling away from the table.

"Who's taking the kid?" Jason asked before his brain really registered what he was saying.

Dick, Steph and Cass looked at Jason like he had suddenly started speaking Martian, but Barbara was giving him a level look, so he focused on her.

"Listen, I don't like what you're implying," Dick said once he finally got a handle on his words again. "No matter how upset Bruce is, he would never lay a hand on Damian!"

"I am a highly trained assassin," Damian chipped in, scowling straight ahead into the darkness of the cave and not attempting to look anywhere near anyone. "I hardly need a common thug like you questioning my father."

"Jason's right," Babs said, a challenge in her voice. Dick sputtered and Damian shrunk in on himself, but she didn't back down. "Damian, you can stay at the Clock Tower with us tonight. Let B cool off for a while, okay?" she said.

"Babs," Dick hissed. Damian stood up from his seat and walked over to the group of women without making eye contact with anyone.

"Dick," Barbara snapped back. "There are more ways to hurt a kid than by hitting them," she said flatly.

Dick reeled back like she had slapped him. But, Babs only looked tired. "Come on, guys. Let's go."

The four of them got up to leave, which seemed like as good a time as any for him to head out too. He sure as fuck didn't want to be left alone in the cave with Dick and Bruce after that shit show of a meeting. So, Jason got up and walked to the vehicle bay with them.

There was a plain white van sitting among the Batmobile and tricked out bikes that the two girls and Damian made their way toward. Babs hung back and waved them on when they hesitated to leave her behind.

Jason hesitated, not especially wanting to chat with Barbara. He had never had any particular beef with her, either before or after his death. In fact, she was probably one of the few people who might have been able to identify with him, since the Joker ruined her life so close to when he had taken Jason's. Even so, it was hard to reconcile this self-possessed woman with the vivacious girl he had been dazzled by when he was a teenager.

"That was some good detective work back there," she said when Jason finally stopped a few feet from her.

"Yeah, well," Jason shrugged awkwardly. He glanced back at the manila folder still sitting on the table behind him. "When you look into it without bias, it was pretty straightforward."

"Did you see him?" Babs asked, her eyes suddenly focused and hungry in a way they hadn't been since he got there. It was impossible to mistake what she was asking.

Jason nodded.

"Was he really okay?" she asked. There was a wobble in her voice, the first betrayal of grief he had seen in her.

"Yeah," Jason said, talking around a frog in his own throat. "Like, he looked like a skeleton shambling around the countryside. But, he, uh, also looked happy and relaxed? I don't know. It's hard to say from just looking at him through a scope, but I think he's okay."

"Okay," Barbara said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, struggling with some emotion that Jason couldn't identify. "Okay, thank you for telling me."

"Sure. No problem," Jason said, awkwardly shuffling his weight from one foot to the next. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"I think it would only be fair," Barbara said, but she looked wary.

"What the fuck happened? To drive the kid away, I mean?" Jason asked, not really expecting an answer, but needing to ask.

Barbara closed her eyes again, but this time he could plainly see the expression of hurt on her face. "I don't think I have the energy to talk about it right now. Rain check?" she asked, the ghost of a smile on her face.

Jason frowned. It felt like a cop out. He never saw Babs, how the fuck was he going to cash in that rain check?

But, he also sort of wanted to get out of the cave so bad that he was probably willing to let just about anything go.

"Yeah, sure. Rain check," he agreed, before turning and walking away toward the little known path he had taken into the cave.

"Don't be a stranger, Boy Wonder," Babs called after him.

Damn if that didn't stick in his chest like an arrow. But, he didn't let his gait miss a beat and waved over his shoulder without stopping.

He walked, and he walked until he got to the tiny biometric scanner that let him through the blast door and into the wild, unmaintained cave beyond Bruce’s defenses. The path was rockier as he made his way farther from the Wayne Estate and closer to the surface. Once he was finally outside, the moon was full and bright overhead.

He just wanted to get back to his bed and his life and forget about bats and missing birds. He wanted to sleep and read and eat until the rock in his stomach eventually dissolved. Most of all, he wished he could just forget about his fucked up excuse for a family forever.

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DOES A BEAR SNORT IN THE WOODS?

Now playing in the multiplexes:

Cocaine Bear--This shocker has at least as much right to claim "true story" status for itself as Fargo or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. There really was a Cocaine Bear: back in 1985, an American black bear was found dead in the Chattahoochee National Forest in northern Georgia, just south of the Tennessee line. The poor creature had OD'd, having ingested more than 30 kilos of cocaine, valued at tens of millions of dollars.

The stuff had been dropped from an airplane by a smuggler who then died himself in a parachuting mishap. The unfortunate ursine, dubbed "Pablo Eskobear," was stuffed by a taxidermist and ended up on display in a shopping mall in Kentucky, where it reportedly still stands.

The movie, directed by Elizabeth Banks from a script by Jimmy Warden, is set in 1985 and uses some real place names and at least one real person's name (the smuggler's). But it's still a load of gleeful b.s., a highly entertaining sick joke. Unlike the real animal, the movie's bear--arguably the newest addition to the stable of Universal Monsters--turns into a drug-crazed spree killer, mauling and dismembering hikers and park personnel, as well as the drug traffickers that enter the forest in search of the lost product.

Cocaine Bear is as violent and gory as any big-studio movie you're likely to see. But it isn't scary, and isn't meant to be; the splatter is played entirely for gruesomely slapstick laughs. Indeed, the exuberance with which the blood and brains and guts fly is the central recurring and escalating gag.

Except for a single mom (Keri Russell), searching the woods for her daughter and the daughter's friend, most of the major characters are scoundrels or cretins or both, though not necessarily unlikable scoundrels and cretins. All of them are broadly played caricatures, so Banks invites us to leave our empathy at the door, take a cathartic break from compassion and hoot at the horrors which befall them. I indulged, and so did the audience with which I saw the film.

The title character, generated through some reasonably seamless combination of virtual and practical effects, has a guileless personality that contrasts with the bloody mayhem. Indeed, you're more likely to feel for the blameless beast than for most of the humans.

The cast is nonetheless excellent, even if most of them are not employing ten percent of their talent. I've long thought that Russell is one of the more underrated and underutilized lead actresses now in movies. I also don't understand why Alden Ehrenreich hasn't become a bigger deal; he's comically muddled yet sympathetic as an elaborately bereaved drug operative. So is O'Shea Jackson as his weary partner, Aaron Holliday as a dimwit would-be mugger they encounter, and Isiah Whitlock, Jr. as a cranky detective.

The film was one of the last in which the late Ray Liotta appeared. He's in his usual strong form as Ehrenreich's father, the heartless local boss of the drug dealers. It's not a rich enough role to be a worthy swansong, but it's a good performance, and the film is dedicated to him. The great Margo Martindale nails every line and facial expression as a hard-up park ranger trying to get the attention of a naturalist (Jesse Tyler Ferguson). Maybe the best of all are Brooklyn Prince and Christian Convery as the two kids, who get across a genuine affection behind their mild, familiar ragging and posing and their dares of each other. They, along with Russell, offer us somebody to unambiguously root for.

Banks has a lot of fun evoking '80s-movie atmosphere, not only with the costumes and cars and posters and overheard pop songs but with her direction. From the full opening credit sequence to the leisurely camera movement to the driving synthesizer score by Mark Mothersbaugh, the film is as much a throwback to the decade in which it's set as last year's Top Gun: Maverick, and the response to both of those films suggests that maybe today's audiences wouldn't object to a return to that style.

#cocaine bear #elizabeth banks #kerri russell #alden ehrenreich #o'shea jackson jr #jesse tyler ferguson #ray liotta #mark mothersbaugh #isiah whitlock jr. #aaron holliday #universal monsters

[amporella]

referring to your post about the ai generated art in the south park tag: why not? /gen

THIS ANSWER IS A LITTLE LATE I AM SORRY!!

Anyway, my reasoning: AI art is not art. AI programs don't create art - they copy what they think art is. AIs are getting increasingly advanced by the day, but they still lack nearly all of the things intrinsic to artists: one of the most relevant to fanart being actual love for the subject. To me, it doesn't matter if the person typing in the words loves it: the AI doesn't. There's no hidden meaning. There's no love in AI art, and even AI 'artists' can't wring water out of a dry sponge. Every piece of AI art I've seen is absolutely soulless, and in fandom especially - where art and writing is undoubtedly a labor of love - it feels like a legitimate offense even having it show up in the tag.

And even beyond that, AI devalues actual artists, even when artists in fandom usually aren't getting paid for their work - it normalizes pumping out shitty, heartless pieces of fanart at breakneck speed and disregards the artists who actually put love and care and effort into their pieces. Furthermore, AI inherently teeters on the edge of plagiarism - the AI can't manifest 'art' without knowing what that art looks like, which requires it to take in other art pieces first. And it gets much worse when people start inputting artist names, which is when it stops being borderline plagiarism and turns into actual real theft.

AI art is inherently unethical - and I'd argue it's even more unethical when it's done in fandom. We should not accept capitalistic, soulless work into our fandoms - it both undermines real artists and devalues the concept of fandom in general, which is supposed to be based on the love people have for their blorbos. The AI does not give two shits about South Park.

And tbh even beyond that the hands ALWAYS look mangled and horrible and they freak me out. I don't want to see Wendy with three arms when I'm scrolling through the tag. Stop that!!!

#i'm not an expert on AI so some of this could be inaccurate? #but generally I think these points are fairly accepted #as true #anyway fuck ai art #thank you for the ask though!! #i hope this cleared it up #asks #south park

[bxnqchxn]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠

This character is based on Tristan Caine [The Predator by Runyx]. All inspiration credits go to the author.

❝ You ever put a leash on me. I’ll fucking strangle you with it. ❞

❝ The Predator ❞

26

[1997.10.03] Seoul, South Korea

Personality: Distant, quiet, serious. Chris is a mystery to all those who meet him. Very little is actually known about who he is under the mask. The only things known about the man is that when he hunts - he kills. He's fearless, calculated and dangerous. He does not like being controlled but he is always the one in control.

Background: Christopher Bang is the only non-blood member who is a part of the inner circle of the SKZ family. Adopted by Park Jinyoung and raised alongside his biological son, Park Jooyeon, Chris is rumoured to be the one who is going to take over the family. There is no information about Chris' family, other than his father used to be Jinyoung's bodyguard who was killed and his mother ran away, leaving the young boy to be taken in and raised by wolves. Raised to be a heartless killer. The family he's associated with own the entire city of Busan, while Chris lives in Seoul, in the penthouse apartment of a building he owns. It is thought that he has a lot of free reign to do as he pleases because he's the heir to the throne but it's because Jinyoung is scared of him. Chris is so deadly that even the most feared men in Korea are scared of him. He was raised and trained to be a loyal soldier, only to become the thing both families fear the most - the bringer of death. A predator.

Physical: Chris has natural curly, black hair which is often styled in different ways depending on what he is doing and working on. He usually keeps his hair short and black but has often been seen sporting blonde hair. He's got dark brown eyes, nearly black but when his hair is blonde, he tends to wear blue contacts. Height is 6 ft 2, Chris is built solid with an intimidating aura. He has a toned six pack of abs, large hands and veiny arms. He's covered in scars on his chest and back with a faint scar marring the left side of his top lip. He has multiple tattoos littering his body, but there are only 3 that are significant: 'numquam oblitus es' on his ribcage, a skull with a bullet in the middle of its forehead on the underside of his left bicep, and a snake up his right leg. Chris does not have any piercings other than one in each lobe.

Mafia: Trained from 7, Chris is well-versed in all forms of combat: hand to hand, guns, knives. He doesn't flinch or hesitate and despite his size, he is stealthy and quick on his feet. Quiet. A killer. Despite being an insider to the family, he's still treated like an outsider by a majority of them but he's the only one that Jinyoung won't dare try to cross. He runs a lot of the business in Seoul with his adopted brother. Chris is secretive and will not discuss his life with someone from the outside. For all anyone else outside of the family knows, Chris is a businessman, running a casino with Jooyeon.

Info: Chris rides a custom made black CMX 1100 Rebel motorcycle and drives a deep blue BMW i4 with a black leather interior. He doesn't take anyone for a ride on his bike. He loves reading in his spare time and his favourite colour is blue. He's a great chef, great with his hands. He's prefers the quiet over a lot of noise and the gentle sound of rain. He’s a smoker, not heavy but more so when he’s stressed and while he doesn’t drink heavily, he does have one or two when at a club or bar. This will be updated as more is discovered about him

Bisexual, fem lean. Dominant, hard/soft. Top

Kinks: choking, breath play, kinfe play, gun play, manhandling, bondage and public. Chris enjoys spontaneous, risky and rough sex. More will be added as it is discovered about him

The pet names he typically uses are: wild-cat, sugar, sweetheart and little lamb.

Enemies to Lovers

Chris is not the relationship type. He does not see himself as someone who can open up and allow someone in to have a relationship with. He's never dated anyone before, however, he does have a couple of people that he will call when he's horny or he will go out and have one night stands. Relationships take a long time to develop. Once Chris has made it clear that he is interested, he will not show intimate attention to others. He will take a total of 2 partners.

Y/N + RP: Chris will take one person in this slot that follows the plot the admin has pre-made. This plot starter is based around the story that Chris is based off and will follow his trope.

❝ His eyes remained on hers, the blaze contained but not gone as his fingers tightened on her jaw, pulling her up until she had to stand on her toes to accommodate. He leaned down, his lips almost in line with hers as his eyes pricked her like cold chips of ice, his jaw clenched so tight the scruff seemed even more pronounced. “Don’t. Ever. Try. To. Fucking. Control. Me. ❞

#✧.* [ christopher ] #✧.* [ muse info ]

[adultswim2021]

The Boondocks #24: “Invasion of the Katrinians” | December 10, 2007 - 11:30PM | S02E09

I never really read the Boondocks comic, but the one time I did happened to catch it was the day after the 2004 presidential election. The comic, if you don’t feel like clicking the link I very nicely supplied for you, consisted of “The Boondocks Kids” (as they like to be called) musing how the comics page seems to be slightly behind on current events. Tellingly, they refer to the election having ended, but don’t discuss the outcome. Eventually this strip ran, with Huey screaming “D**NIT!”, and then remarking that he’d been holding it in for a couple weeks. 

The animated show is even more delayed. Most traditionally-animated television shows are like this. This one involves the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Huey even gets the viewers up to speed by describing the devastation felt by those affected by Katrina in a little opening narration bit. This is probably a good thing; there are actual adults walking around now who weren’t born or too young to remember this news story. 

Not to brag, but I was a young adult living in Northern California working in a movie theater at the time of Katrina. I was working in the snack bar, and I slightly over-filled a person’s soda, causing the soda to bubble out of the straw hole in the plastic lid and spill slightly out into the crevices of said lid. I apologized for the unsightly mess: “Sorry, it’s a little over-filled,” I apologized. “Better over-filled than under-filled!” the customer replied, being a good sport. “There are people in New Orleans right now who might beg to differ” I shot back, EXTREMELY quickly. It’s not very cool to take pride in your own jokes, especially when they receive blank stares. This one received a blank stare. Unsatisfied, I proudly repeated the joke to co-workers (which is lame, I know this already) and also got blank stares and had to explain it. President Bush, and also, the customers and staff at Movies 10 in Redding, CA, don’t care about black people. 

That’s a pretty long intro for an episode that I’m basically about to call “fine”. This episode is fine. It’s a little comedy of errors about the Freemans taking in Robert’s cousin’s family who were displaced by Katrina. They are bad house guests, and Granddad does everything to try and be rid of them without seeming like a heartless piece of shit. They are waiting for their check from Fema, which keeps getting deferred for various reasons.

Like I said, this one’s fine. Not terrible, but not exceptional. I feel like this season has been significantly less satirical than the first? Episodes are maybe a little more satirical than your average animated sitcom like The Simpsons, but that’s not too hard of an accomplishment, especially when comparing the mid-00’s version of the Simpsons. South Park was way more outwardly satirical but is a much whiter, much more libertarian show. Also, South Park had the animation style that let them be extremely topical. They would sometimes reach for the stars and come up short.

This episode IS satirical; Robert’s treatment of his family has real-world parallels, but the story is more focused on characters having personality clashes. This episode isn’t on a soap box, but the soap box can be seen in the subtext. It’s a lighter touch, and that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

MAIL BAG

Sorry to hear you didn't like the WaitMate sketch that much. I workshopped it with Mr. Goldblum back in the day. Was it the cartoon? Was it not era-appropriate animation?

The cartoon was just fine. Maybe the best part of the sketch. The sketch was fine. I didn’t say I didn’t like it. How dare you.

Really like the Beach Blast song. As good as anything the B-52s did. I'm serious! They really do paint Quall up to look like a ten cent ho though.

She is a skanky little bitch, isn’t she? But, I love her...

The music that plays at the start of Zan's memory tape sounds like something from Earthbound, doesn't it?

Right on the money, SMAAAASH!!

The biggest bummer about the Sam Hyde stuff is that Connor O'Malley has ripped his shit off wholesale without any of the transgressiveness that made Sam interesting. Thankfully adultswim hasn't been stupid enough to give him a show.

I know enough people who HATE Connor O’Malley and consider his comedy to be too revolting. Personally I think he right in the sweet spot of rude-enough. I crave rudeness. I’m practically Rude Dog and the Dweebs over here.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #the boondocks

[ggukiejeonara]

안녕..!! This my first fiction on Tumblr. I'm a author on Wattpad as @Ggukiejeonara. I also posted this novel on wattpad, so check it out there;)

Posting on 16.01.2023

Love & Knight

Chapter - 1

1. | Characters |

This will give you the detailed information about their personality and their profession. There are few characters which will add on later chapters, I'll introduced at that time;)

There are many unlisted and unsayed mysteries and secrets which you'll know later if stick with this book "Love & Knight" :) ;)

• Choi Jiah

- 24 years 

- Kind-hearted 

- Fierce and Savage 

- Don't want to be in love, think it as overrated 

- Her Secret Code 462 [?] 

- Good at 'Taekwondo'

Profession - Cardiologist

• Ella

- 22 years

- Mysterious and Bold

- Best friend of Jiah

- Good at flirting

- Her Secret Code 420 [?] 

- Good at 'Karate' 

Profession - Psychologists

• Ara 

- 23 years

- Sharp-minded and Tough

- Night-owl and clumsy 

- Jiah's bestfriend

- Her Secret Code 360 [?]

- Good at 'Taekwondo' & 'Karate' because of her friend

Profession - Software engineer and Al expert

• Seo-Jun 

- 25 years

- Pervert and gives Bad-boy vibes

- Fierce and stubborn

- Have secrets

- The only male friend of 'Trio'

- His Secret Code 440 [?]

Profession - Lawyer (deal with criminal cases)

• Jiwoo 

- 10 years

- Cute and Emotional

- Have heart illness 

- Bubbly and love her unnies

- Friendly and quite savage 

- Her parents died when she was young

• BTS

Leaders of one of the biggest mafia gangs in Korea.

No one knows their undercover identities

Why? Because if someone wants to infiltrate or betray them they don't have any information to spill because their identities are always hidden

Still they're one of the famous Ceo's of South Korea 

• Kim Namjoon

Main leader

Very intelligent

In charge of plans and tactics when on mission

Give all the orders

Role: Leader and Brains of the group 

• Kim Seokjin

Eldest

Very caring about his members

Has a bubbly personality but can he dead serious when on mission

Amazing with healing wounds and treating injuries

Makes and creates potions/drugs/antidotes etc

Role: Scientist 

• Min Yoongi

Member call him as "Suga" 

Always front in battlefield

A kind of playboy 

Mess with him well…. there's no escaping 

Role: Killer

• Jung Hoseok

Has a jolly and bright personality but can also be very serious

Expert with technology

Keep eyes on their rivals

Keep their information, data safe

Cheerful and caring 

Role: Data Analyst 

• Park Jimin

Gorgeous but deadly

Sneaky

Flirt

Highly skilled at stealing

Can steal anything, money, weapons, girl's hearts 😏

Role: Thief 

• Kim Taehyung 

- Cold hearted, care for people he get attached to

- Tough, Fierce and stubborn

- Don't really care about others feeling

- Can do anything to complete his goals

Expert in making and handling weapons 

Profession - One of the famous business tycoon in South Korea 

Secretly a Mafia and member of 'Bangtan'

Role: Weapons Master 

• Jeon Jungkook

Youngest, most recent member of Bangtan

Hesitantly but voluntary joined Bangtan 

Very smart and talented 

Can break into highly advanced and protected technology

Loves all his hyungs more than anything

Role: Hacker

• Kang Eun-jae

Tall, dark man with brain

Person who only care about his profits 

Heartless and selfish 

Fierce, trap people in his talks

Playboy and think women as his robot 

Fight, to be killed is the only solution of his problems

[he'll add after 11 chapters]

[Taehyung × Reader] [Jungkook × Reader] [Jimin × Reader]

I don't any image and gif, credit goes to their respectful owner. This story is totally mine so don't copy or translate my novel no plagiarism !!!!

This series contain violence and erotic stuffs so if you're uncomfortable with this then don't go ahead;)

© Ggukiejeonara all rights are reserved

#Spotify #bts x reader #bts jungguk #bts #bts fanfic #bts suga #bts smut #jungkook #kookie #fanfic #jk fluff #v fluff #bts fluff #smut #v smut #suga fluff #hobi fluff #hobi smut #hobi fanfic #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin fanfic #jin x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #taehyung x reader #namjoon #bts seokjin #yoongi

[bl-bam-beyond]

PLUS: (featuring: BLOCKBUSTERS)

Series: HEIRS (also known as THE INHERITORS)

From: SOUTH KOREA Year: 2013

Kim Tan (LEE MIN HO) is once again turned away by his heartless brother and his sadness is witnessed by the girl he likes Cha Eun Sang (PARK SHIN-HYE)...I won't mention the sprinklers.

#GIFS by ME #PLUS=BLOCKBUSTERS #SOUTH KOREAN DRAMA #K-DRAMA #CHA EUN SANG #KIM TAN #UNITED STATES- KOREA #SAD #MY BROTHER HATES ME

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park -- season 4 (part 1)

bc i know this is about to be so very long

EPISODE 1: SEGA DREAMCAST Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IS UP no I FORBID Y'ALL USUING KENNY'S TEEF TIMMEHHHH aww he's so cute NO NOT KENNY'S TEETH DFDSBKGBKSD :'(((( y'all rly stripped my son nakey... SHAME ON U i chuckled at cartman being the tooth fairy kyle is MAD MAD i was mad when i found out santa wasn't real stan kinda slayed w his plan omg MAFIA TOOTH FAIRY THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT "tits" cartman REALLY DEBATING NKDGKNJGFDJKN main four mafia gang WENDY IN FRAME I LOVE HER no bc if stan showed up in a spiffy suit working for the tooth fairy brigade at 8 years old, i don't know why wendy WOULDN'T BE WHIPPED KENNY'S HAT kyle is in his delusional arc, cartman, leave him be wtf... kyle y'all rly left kenny in the river ihy EPISODE 2:

AWWW A LITTLE SLED RACE ON THE TINY HILL

Tolkien slayed get him

please Wendy be in the select four

hc little Stan and little wendy are extremely competitive at sled racing and make it their whole personalities when the gangs hang out for the annual sled racing every year. they still got their little crush on each other but when they break up the first time OH THEY OUT FOR BLOOD.

Tolkien still ate and Cartman is a piece of shit

HATE CRIME ???? Ngl get ur Justice king

this is actually. so good I love when cartman gets what he deserves

Bebe and Kyle in the same frame it must be so

KENNY TAKE ME TO MEXICO

Kenny did not deserve that slap BYE

SJKDNSLCJXK THIS CHASE HAHA

Kyle: what the fuck is happening

the girls gaslighting, girlbossing and gatekeeping AS THEY SHOULD

juvenile hall is. Sumth.

OH THIS BOY ABT TO FUCK ERIC UPPPP

butters: I think Clyde is the next fattest kid SIR THE DISRESPECT ON MY SONS NAME FROM MY OTHER SON ITS PAINFUL. So hard to have multiple children out here

Girls are SLAYIN idc

AYO YALL GET OFF CLYDE I HAVE BEEF WITH CLYDE HATE

Clyde is literally a perfect size wtf y’all on ABT

“Oh my god we killed Kenny”

“We killed Kenny?”

“We killed Kenny, we’re bastards”

STYLE SO TRUE

Y’all hyping up cartmans ass LMAO

Bebe slayed

YALL CANT BREAK HIM OUTTA JAIL THATS ILLEGAL

THE PIG LATIN LMAOOOOOOO THEY DEVOURED

CARTMAN GROSS

KYLE THATS FUNNY LMAO

EW

this is so gross I hate it here

Not HIM FLUSHING THE CIGS

Tolkien rich as fuck

aAND THEY GET HISTORY LESSON LETS GO

WHAT THE FUCK CARTMAN

cartman in his gaslight era AGAIN

Jesus he’s so manipulative but it’s kinda iconic

THE THREE BOYS EPIC

OH THIS PRESENTATION IS WELL DONE MY BOYS WELL DONE

Lmao cartman is so heartless HAHA

CLYDE GET THEM

Bebe on the gals team let’s goooo

Clyde is CRYING LMAOOO

CARTMAN HAHAHAHAHAHA

YO NOT YALL HURTING THE GWORLS JAIL TIME

WHAT IS HAPPENING

okay. That was. An episode. Haha.

EPISODE 3

Kyle being up until 2:00 am UGH

WENDY AND KYLE MY SMART KIDS <3

MR GARRISON THUMBS DOWN DONT PICK ON TIMMY >:(

Timmy doesn’t have ADD but oh my lord I’d die if I had to listen to an audio book of the great gatsby

mackey and victoria asleep REAL OF THEM

STENDYLE ON THE COUCH TOGETHER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

specifically stendy as their heads lean on one another 🥹🥹🥹

KENNY DONT BONK UR HEAD U DESERVE BETTER

TIMMY SINGER ERAAAAAAA <3 u get em

everyone hyping up Timmy as they should !!! Wendy, Clyde and Tolkien my babies

POGS TIMMY IS A SLAY

Kenny and Cartman WHACKED OUT ON STIMULANTS

DAMN THEY ARE SO BORINGGGG LMAOOO ITS SO FUNNY

the kids: 😐😐😐

I hate this portrayal of Timmy’s disorder 😩

NOT THE PAN TO THE FACE POOR KENNY

NO DONT BEAT UR KIDS PARENTS

“AHHH ITS CHRISTINA AGULIERA” HAHA

Stan ate that speech

INTERESTING EP LOL

EPISODE 4

EVERYONE LOOKS SO CUTE DRESSED UP AWWWWW

KENNY *slams fists* THATS MY BOIIIIII

stan so unbothered by this clown

CARTMAN IS DEADASS ASLEEP ME TOO

contorting girlies got GAME

omg not them trying to do the same show LMAO

KENNY DKCMFHDHDJKCHD THIS COSTUME

not the boys naked PLEASE

Kenny reading on how to sing JSJFBDJSKD WHOLESOME

he's so cute u guys that's my fucking son

the oldies getting frisky EWWWWWWWWWWWW

wait she's dead????

NOOONOT THE GIRLS :(((((((

Kenny side quest I love it

HEMADE IT YAAAAAA

lil Romania girlies getting a slice of America

Stans HOUSE HOLY SHIT

not the girliessss

KENNY POPPING AWFFFFF

Kenny bffr come home

THEY SLAYED ATE THE BOYS UP

THE ENDING NOOOOO

note: Kenny can SING

EPISODE 5

domestic core 4 board game time

not AIDS Cartman bffr

OH KENNY’S GETTING A SIBLING?

CARTMAN NO

GET UR ASS OFF THE COMPUTER RIGHT THIS INSTANT

oh my god I'm actually scared for cartman for once

HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS FATE

STOP TOUCHING HIMMMMM

Kenny being worried abt this baby

Play catch! Cute

OH SHIT KENNY WHAT A FAST BALL

trying to stop him from having sex GENIUS

STAN AND KYLE ON THE WINDOWS JDHSHCJDKXKX THEY’RE MY BESTEST BOYS

Jesus cartman I'm so sorry don't know yet

HUH. NAMBLA IS FUCKED UP

GARRISON COMING OUT KING

MEPHESTO NOOOOOO

THE THREE OF THEM AT THE WINDOW AGAIN I LOVE THEM SO

OH SHES PREGGO SORRY KENNY

KENNY IS RLY TRYING TO KILL THIS KID ITS SO SAD

OH SHIT NOT THE DAD DRINKING IT DHDHCJSJBXHDBDDJDN

NASTY BRO

cartman nooooo

Kenny’s dad is going thru it

KENNYS DREAM OH MY LORD

Kyle NO TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK

these men need jail time JAIL TIME

Don't LAY A GOD DAMN FINGER ON BUTTERS U FREAK OF NATURE

NOT TIMMY ANYONE BUT TIMMY

THIS IS SO FUCKED UP

NO I CANT NOT MY KIDS

RUN KIDS RUN

CARTMAN. YOU CANT BE SERIOUS

NO NOT BUTTERS

The actual trauma NO

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS CARTMAN I HATE YOU

NO BUTTERS NO NO NO

thank god he's okay

But kennys dad i’m so sorry

Oh KENNYS NEW SIBLING

wait it's kenny PLEASE

#faves: south park #viv watches #lord season 4 HAS A WHACK ASS START HUH #bro the fucking nambla episode GAVE ME THE CREEPY CRAWLIES #LIKE BROOOOO #do not touch my kids i will beat ur ass in court #kenny knowing how to sing is such good ff fuel for me A LEGEND #also the fucking clyde hate in the sledding ep MADE ME SO MAD DON’T COME FOR MY SON IDC IDC #anyways back to binging

[zengroove]

[FREE] Mobb Deep 90s Boom Bap Type Beat - "Wrong Place"

Paid less to share than another who doesn't care Fly witH me I will take u there welcome to the South, where we survive, with or without, hard as dat mountain of stone strong enough to stand alone I care more about Asian women than I do getting known cause in between those legs I feel home I can never repay even thousands of miles away all the Love they've shown. It's damn nice fun trying, and yes sweet Tumbleweed u invited Fly by night to me bedside for a nice ride then u sleeping not handcuffed or hogtied warm and wet on the Southside pretty woman only way ya threads could look better yo is after I take them off n they on me bedroom floor do it til we sore let the wine flow and the sweat pour u unlocc ya heart I open the door no false fads for some real street tags yes I run tatts n some bourbon n brown bags I like ya nails n me bacc u like Cognac give me a shot n don't stop bump to the Bassline drop baccseat, parking lot all ya spots so hot pull me thru the curves u like a Nissan make me 1st n want more so many things about u I adore spark it darkissed me apart it u never Heartless like others u light n me darkness I fight russia alone just to hear u moan way u say me name part of me u own surge of electricity when our skin touch of u there's no too much if I had u on tap I couldn't drink enough no speed dial could ever call u as fast as I need I Love the way u look up at me when u on yo knees ya hair smells like flowers, ya skin feels like Heaven any moment with u feels like a present

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LAREDO, Texas - A south Texas man was sentenced to prison for conspiring to transport people in a sealed trailer, following an investigation conducted by Homeland Security Investigations (HSI) and U.S. Border Patrol, Laredo Sector.David William McKeon, 67, of Laredo, was sentenced Nov. 2, to 57 months in federal prison to be immediately followed by three years of supervised release. In handing down the sentence, the court repeatedly emphasized McKeon’s actions resulted in endangering over 100 people. A federal jury deliberated for approximately two hours following a two-day trial before returning a guilty verdict on July 20 for one count of conspiracy. “HSI remains steadfast in our commitment to vigorously pursue individuals that exploit and endanger people they smuggle into our country,” said Craig Larrabee, Acting Special Agent in Charge, HSI San Antonio. “These smugglers are driven by human greed and heartlessness. HSI will continue to work with our law enforcement partners, such as Border Patrol, to maintain the integrity of our border and nation’s immigration law.” According to court documents, on April 20, McKeon arrived at the Laredo North Border Patrol (BP) checkpoint while driving a tractor trailer. At that time, law enforcement heard suspicious noises coming from the trailer. They opened a vent door and discovered 124 individuals locked behind the doors. At trial, the jury heard McKeon say he was recruited for the job at his birthday party a few days earlier. They heard he picked up the tractor trailer from a dirt road then was given a fraudulent bill of landing in the parking lot of a Popeye’s restaurant before driving to the checkpoint. However, the defense attempted to convince the jury that McKeon didn’t know there were noncitizens inside the trailer. The jury ultimately found him guilty of engaging in a conspiracy to transport noncitizens. McKeon remains in custody pending transfer to a U.S. Bureau of Prisons facility to be determined in the near future. Assistant U.S. Attorneys Brian Bajew and David Fawcett, Southern District of Texas, prosecuted the case. For additional information about HSI’s investigative efforts, follow @HSI_SanAntonio. HSI San Antonio continues to address the serious public safety threat posed by human smuggling organizations and their reckless disregard for the health and safety of the people they exploit. To report suspicious smuggling activity, you are urged to call 1-866-348-2423. HSI is a directorate of U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and the principal investigative arm of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security (DHS), responsible for investigating transnational crime and threats, specifically those criminal organizations that exploit the global infrastructure through which international trade, travel, and finance move. HSI’s workforce of over 10,400 employees consists of more than 6,800 special agents assigned to 225 cities throughout the United States, and 93 overseas locations in 56 countries. HSI’s international presence represents DHS’s largest investigative law enforcement presence abroad and one of the largest international footprints in U.S. law enforcement.