#friendsomine

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @friendsomine   ⟶   ❛  "You need professional help." Have a (hypocritical) Cartman being an ass to Tweek  ❜   ╱   (  mean , accepting .  )

Tweek bristles, grinding his teeth, pulling his shoulders up to his ears, turning his hands into talons.  “I’m not fucking crazy!” he screams.  Okay, maybe he is a little bit, and he could use the help, and he wouldn’t have as much of a problem with it if it was genuine and not being used to dismiss everything he said.

As it stands, it’s easy to see why Craig is one of the few guys alive who can halfway tolerate Cartman—infuriating bastards, both of them.

“I s-saw it with my own t-two eyes!”  Cartman, of all people, ought to know that Tweek isn’t a liar, especially after the gnomes.  “But—gah!—fine!  Don’t b-believe me.  I hope the President eats you like a r-rr-rat.”

[lunariiz]

@friendsomine — starter call

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ I’m saying this with your best interest at heart . ❞ Bebe starts, her gaze dragging along Cartman top to bottom

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ That outfit so doesn’t go together . You look like a hooker’s closet threw up on you . ❞

A pause for the words to sink in, and then she offers Eric a smile.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ No offence ! ❞

[lunariiz]

@friendsomine — ‘ don’t fuck with me! i have the power of god and anime on my side! ’ — (My Cartman. For Ike, because it's funny to me)

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ Oh yeah ? ❞ Ike squints at Cartman, lips pulled tight as he stares the other down. Evaluating his power levels. He may have anime on his side, but no… he couldn’t rival Goku. Eric has limits. And Ike has power, too. Yes. He could win this match.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ Well , I have the power of Minecraft and all of Canada , on my side . So maybe you shouldn’t fuck with me ! ❞

That’s right, Cartman. You don’t have a chance against this little bug-eyed freak.

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @friendsomine   ⟶   ❛  ”I believe this is what killed him.” Sorry Tweek, Cartman says you’re playing Law and Order: SVU with him regardless of what your original plans were.  ❜   ╱   (  forever , accepting .  )

Tweek is not that enthused by this game, but he knows he does not have a choice but to play it until he literally can’t take it anymore and explodes or until one of their other friends comes and rescues him.  He knows that Cartman doesn’t like him, and the feeling is properly mutual, and he has only invited Tweek to play this game because everybody else is busy or intentionally ignoring him again.  Tweek has a much harder time ignoring anything than, say, Craig or Stan do, so here he is.

And of all of the games Cartman wanted him to play, of course, it would be one involving death and all manor of other weird, morbid shit.  Tweek hates these games, and he has never seen Law & Order, the original or SVU, for that reason.  He despises thinking about crime and all of the horrible shit in the world, and when he wants to watch TV, he goes for something more lighthearted and cheerful as a means of escapism.  He knows that makes him a ‘baby’ or something, but he doesn’t care, either.

“I—I thought SVU was about rape,” he stammers, looking at Cartman with a forlorn and desperate expression.  Just because he doesn’t really watch it doesn’t mean that he hasn’t learned what the ‘special victims’ are through osmosis.  Rape is horrible, too, of course, but it’s a teeny, tiny comfort to him when people are at least left alive after the fact.  “Why does he have to be dead?!  And are we in-investigators or lawyers?  Isn’t CSI the one where they solve the murders?”  Unfortunately for Tweek, there is murder in SVU, quite a bit of it, and there are a frankly stupid number of shows where they have to solve murders on TV, creating quite a bit of overlap throughout that entire genre.

“I’m n-not touching a dead body!  And you—eck!—can go to hell if you th-think I will!”

[salutcle]

she's  been  excited  since  she  got  the  call  --  satan  had  mentioned  that  @friendsomine  was  making  his  way  to  the  hotel  to  visit.  a  perfect  time  since  the  place  was  just  rebuilt.  there  was  some  time  before  the  hotel's  officially  reopened  to  spend  time  with  some  family.

when  she  gets  the  message  that  the  kid  had  arrived,  the  princess  was  quick  to  make  an  appearance  at  the  drop  off  area.

❝ HELLOOOO,  DAMIEN  !!!  ❞

she  coos,  arm  waving  as  he  approaches.  she  holds  out  her  hands  to  take  his  bags  for  him.  ❝  welcome  to  the  hotel  !  ❞

[hey-whatsgoingon]

“Why do they even make sandwiches this small?” Have a Cartman

"Are they actually that small?" Clyde inquires, leaning over the table to inspect the assortment of triangle-cut sandwiches that someone had brought to Token's little house party as a treat.

Much to his surprise, Cartman was right in his observation- these sandwiches were practically bite-size. Not that he initially doubted him, but Cartman wasn't exactly the smallest of guys.

"Huh. Well, who do they expect to feed with these? Gnomes?" He picks one up to take a closer look, then pauses, a look of dread washing over him, almost as if he had some sort of realization.

"We're gonna starve here, dude! This isn't nearly enough to feed all of us!" Okay, maybe he was being a bit overdramatic.

[yourflame-a]

@friendsomine replied:

Finally, a friend for Cartman

If that 10 year old boy somehow manages to befriend this thing i'd be extremely impressed --

[strebcr-a5-thelectrictboogaloo]

🎂 A promo banner ft. Cartman maybe? 🙇

Send 🎂 for an aesthetic graphic of your muse

This can range from promo banners, icons, aesthetic boards, ship edits, ect! Go nuts!!

Here you go! Just in case tumblr tries to kill the transparency here's a dropbox 👍