Toshiba T6400DX

@theartofmadeline

shark vs the universe
Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du

JVL
cherry valley forever
KIROKAZE

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Jules of Nature
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Sade Olutola
Acquired Stardust
wallacepolsom

Product Placement

titsay

izzy's playlists!
Three Goblin Art
Misplaced Lens Cap

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@btchnet
Toshiba T6400DX
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It’s 9:30 pm and I’m scrolling back in the candy chat because I love them
Ft. That one time in the group chat I was funny
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Mobile won’t let me properly link but @deadtastic tagged me to do thing 🥺 if you see this and haven’t done thing you should do thing... this is such a cute picrew 🥺🥺🥺
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Mx steal your girl
redheadjew:
@btchnet wanted a starter.
❝——So, um, there’s gonna be an orchid showcase at the Denver botanical gardens this weekend, and I figured it’d be nice to go there. You know. Together.❞
“So, um, that sounds suspiciously like a date, Ky.” Yes, they’re absolutely angling to make him say it explicitly out loud. “Are you asking me on a date to go look at flowers?”
deadtastic:
“Spicy food is the bomb diggity; until your fuckin’ stomach is fucked off. I think… I may have yee’d my last fuckin’ haw.”
“Your stomach needs to step the fuck up, then. Give me your hot cheetos if you’re not gonna finish em, pussy.”
redheadjew:
As unanticipated as the touch of the fingers against his skin is, he is perfectly aware of what Wendy is attempting to do; to send him scurrying along before his wishful thinking ends with either of them getting hurt—most likely him, in this case.
❝——You know I never face away from a challenge. And I’m not the type to give up easily.❞ As his assuredness in his own words grows, so does the smile curling alongside the curve of his lips. Perhaps this would only hurt him in the end, yet some things are worth the heartache which may follow them; Kyle has come to learn that the hard way.
This is absolutely now their game, and the game they’ve chose is something akin to gay chicken. Why? Because gay chicken is a game they win nearly every time-- ... nearly. “Is that what you think of me, Kyle?” Dark eyes bore into him, seemingly assessing each freckle individually. “Am I a challenge for you to conquer? I don’t think I like that.” Their grip grows stronger, eyes narrowing; they are not the conquered, only the conqueror. They hope that much is obvious in the way they’re looming over him, though they finally let go and back out of his personal space. “Though I suppose a challenge is a fair assessment, though the complications don’t lie where you’d think.”
king-rowina:
“Depends on the top, but yeah it can be wild. I’d be terrible at being anything besides bottoming.” Hesitating he blushed a bit. “I’m just good at taking it, and giving.”
“Save it for your grindr bio, my dude.”
testaburgerx:
“Ugh. That feels super clone cliche.” Lip curls in distaste- but then almost immediately drops as she realizes that, “I don’t have anything else, though. Unless one of us does a total rename, I guess that’s what we have.”
“Fair enough;” They pause, with a smile. “You could change your name, if you wanted.”
redheadjew:
❝——Well, maybe I am.❞ His words surprise even himself, yet somehow he feels emboldened by the other’s gaze boring into him. Once, he would have been appalled with the idea of betraying his loyalty to Stan by asking out his longtime sweetheart, but he and Stan have been nothing short of strangers for years.
❝——I mean, you can’t deny that we make a pretty good team.❞ He reasons, the sharp lines of his shoulders rolling into a shrug. In fact, perhaps they are the only two people in this town who can keep up with one another’s ambitious, overachieving nature
“Oh, maybe you are.” They snap back, mocking-- not because they actually seek to mock, but because they’re entirely unprepared for that answer. The careful chess game they’d set up through the course of this conversation had been knocked to the floor and replaced with checkers; Wendy didn’t know how to play checkers. That was making it very difficult to win. They must regain the upper hand, at any cost. “I suppose I can’t.” Wendy sucks air in past their teeth, with a harsh sound-- “I dunno, though.” They say, leaning close --a challenge, though any movement he might make is blocked by the placement of their fingers along his jawline. “You think you could keep up with me?”
Active Southpark roleplayers please reblog!
I want to see whos still here lol
3/7/2019
southparkrpc:
Hello hello !! This is a new ACTIVE RP masterlist blog for the South Park RPC, as all others are already inactive. Since were a very small RPC & it’s difficult to find RPers here (I know you all are hiding!) - this is the very goal of this blog, to bring every active roleplayer together and help everyone find people to interact with! Please REBLOG this post and state the following in the TAGS in order to be added to the list:
your muse name
if you’re canon, AU or OC muse
single or multi-muse blog
if you’re an adult or minorfor muses from different fandoms that have south park verse, please add the fandom you’re in too.
please mention in case you’re interacting with 18+ / etc muns only.
Examples: 1. Kyle Broflovski , canon , single , adult 2. Pearl , canon , single , minor , Steven Universe (SP verse) 3. Craig Tucker / Kenny Mccormick, canon, multimuse, adult, 21+ only
Thank you very much ! Feel free to contact this blog for more info, or just check FAQ!
[ a.c - runmonsterun ]
king-rowina:
“Not to sound like a slut, but do you ever just look at someone and think ‘fuck I’d like my back against their chest while they fuck me senseless’?”
“Not... a relatable feeling, no.” A pause; “But like, uh-- no judgement. Being a bottom sounds fucking wild, honestly.”
sleepingsunflowerdreams:
“Wait, none of them have ever come here? I knew they’d never been here since I’ve been living here, but wow, never?” Milo asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. “I’ll bet you five bucks that I could dig up some old case and convince some show to get out here and investigate.”
“I’d offer my assistance but I highly doubt anything juicy has been digitized.” They laugh; “Shit, they probably still have the newspapers, though-- since I doubt they’ll let us poke at police files.”
alivebutsuperdeadinside:
“I know Stan can be insufferable at times,” Kenny responded, rolling his eyes a little before glancing back up at Wendy. “He’s not a dick all the time, though. Why are you even mad at him in the first place?”
“He knows what he did.” They say, cryptically, because they don’t actually have an answer. They’re mad, and they’re sure there’s a reason for it... But, for the life of them, they can’t figure out what it was. They’d probably recall it post nad-kicking. “And he’ll apologize, if he knows what’s good for him.”
testaburgerx:
@btchnet
“Well, we can’t both be Wendy. And I’m not doing grossly similar nicknames, either. So what are we going to call each other?”
“I suppose we could reclaim those numbers they gave us.” They suggest, arms crossed. “Unless you’ve got a better idea.”
mtnkiids:
“You really think I won’t? I’m insulted that you think I’m that weak.” He reaches out to take the coffee mug into his own hand. This mug which would soon become the most cursed item in this Dennys. If this doesn’t dissolve in the coffee, some poor busboy is going to have an awkward experience cleaning this cup.
But the idea doesn’t stop Clyde from standing up, mug in hand, aiming to go off to the bathroom– he could use at least a little privacy with this. Otherwise what is he supposed to do- stare Wendy in their eyes while busting a nut in their coffee?
“Hell no.” Wendy darts up to lean over the table, one hand planted firmly on the surface and the other grabbing Clyde by the arm to tug him back. “You think I’m going to let you do that somewhere I can’t make sure you’re delivering the right goods?” They scoff at him, falling back into their seat and bouncing slightly; an arm goes up casually against the high, padded back of the booth. “Leaving is an easy cop out to pour whatever the hell you want in that-- I’m not letting you con me into drinking soap.” Wendy says, before dropping their voice to a lower register-- a tone which demands compliance without question. “Sit your ass back down, Donovan.”