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arrogantbrit:

“…yes, that’s a fairly good point,” Gregory said, leaning back in his seat in a relaxed fashion. “Id much rather be happy eating this muffin than worrying about how many calories it is.” He was getting close to finishing it off, not seeming to be at all bothered by Pete’s smoke.

“Then do that.” It seemed simple enough, although Pete knew things were easier said than done. At the end of the day, Gregory’s-- what did he say?-- mom would still get on him for eating too much. Pete’s mom’s boyfriend would still fight with him. No point in adhering to standards when shit was just fucked anyway. Lazily exhaling smoke, Pete leaned one elbow on the table, glancing around the store. “There’s no point in not doing what you think you should.” Conformists conformed. Nonconformists stayed outside the social bubble-- Pete’s gaze drifted back to the blond. Why was he trying again? Gregory had expressed interested and Pete wasn’t sure-- why exactly. Maybe it was a bet- a joke, like in some shitty movie.

[fxckycu]

Spotting the black eye, Henrietta immediately became worried. Pete didn’t get black eyes. Henrietta did, Firkle did, Michael did, but not Pete. She reached out to pull him inside, shutting and locking the door behind them.

“Yes. Did something happen at home? Did someone hit you?” The danger dropping from her tone would be enough to make anyone else run for the hills.

“Sorry, it’s a mess. Bradley’s old room is open, he moved out yesterday and I just bought a new bed and am setting it up, so you can sleep there if you want. Or you can sleep in mine, I keep incense lit and the curtains closed, it might help?”

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Pete let himself be tugged in, though he initially flinched- was it the contact? Was it the reaching? Hard to tell but he trusted Henrietta so it was fine, it was just reactionary, and she’d grabbed a bruise buried beneath fabric. 

“I-- ... I just got into a fight with mom’s boyfriend,” no point in lying about it. He was too tired to come up with a good one anyway. He shrugged. “Mind if I just tag along while you set up?” Not exactly wanting to be alone with his thoughts, though he wasn’t sure how much good he could do following her around.  

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toomuch-presssure:

      Ah. Craig was like that. He never bothered to divulge specific details on the matter, but Tweek wasn’t exactly stupid; he could use context clues and inference just fine. Most nights he was at his house, but on the nights where Craig asked for the reverse, he obligated rather quickly. He understood parental… discomfort? Yeah.

     [✖] “ W-well, it… was ni-nice th-that you came? St…stayed, I-I mean. I, uh, w-was really worried I’d, um… e-end up pu-punching someone. “ A quick, bark of a nervous laugh, smile uneasy - then again, every expression Tweek ever made seemed uneasy, so maybe that wasn’t too weird. “ I… had a good, nngh. Time. “

          “I did too,” Pete’s voice so low it was scarcely heard, but when he continued, his volume had returned to normal. “It would have been funnier if you punched someone.” There was a snort, and he shifted a little, sliding a hand into his pocket to dig out his cigarette case. 

         “If you uh... do it again though, let me know. I wouldn’t mind making an appearance, even if it means dealing with conformists.” It was Pete’s way of saying that while he disliked most people he came into contact with, he disliked Tweek less than the average conformist. Maybe-- maybe he liked the weird, twitchy kid’s company. (Kid? They were the same age. Wait, why did he know that? Oh right, wasn’t this kid once friends with Raven-- er... Stan’s gang? It was hard to keep track of. That seemed ages ago.) 

        Vaguely, on the fringes of his mind, Pete found himself wondering about Tweek. He seemed-- perpetually uneasy, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. 

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knivesnblcklips:

His hips shifted slightly, pressing into Pete’s ever so slightly. Slowly he started walking backwards, tugging the older male along with him. One of his hands stretched out behind himself, searching for the bed.

As soon as he felt it, he stopped, quickly turned them, and pushed Pete down onto the mattress. He hovered over him. Leaning down he packed his lips before reaching down to grope between the other’s thighs.

Staying true to what he’d said before, Firkle moved to settled between Pete’s legs. He unzipped the goth’s pants and carefully pulled him out. Firkle moved closer to brush his lips against the tip. He locked eyes with his friend before wrapping his lips around the head.

@knivesnblcklips​

Pete had been about to say something when he hit the bed, then Firkle was over him and- there was a faint pink flush to the elder goth’s cheeks. While he hadn’t actually pegged his friend for being so dominant, he rather-- liked it. That was new. 

A soft moan was the response to the grope, and his cock was freed from his jeans, his boxers (red with black skulls), and Firkle’s lips brushed over the tip. Pete inhaled sharply when their eyes met, and when he felt the warmth of the younger goth’s mouth, it took all of his will power to not immediately buck up. “Firkle-” He gasped out- damn it had been a while. 

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fangedfucker:

He was actually a bit shocked when Pete started groping back. Honestly Mike had expected to have to do all the work here but Pete seemed to really be into it. That was a huge ego boost. Knowing that Pete thought he was cute enough that squeeze him made his cheeks flush too. Mike shrugged, rolling his hips into the goth’s. “Dunno….guess freshman of sophomore year….I started noticing you were really hot~” He purred slightly. Leaning up slightly he pressed his lips to the goth’s neck, kissing a few times before biting softly. One of his hands moved to cup and squeeze the taller boy’s crotch. Mike glanced down, wondering just how big Pete was.

@batwingsandtomatojuice

“Fuck,” Pete moaned the swear, rutting his hips into the other male’s hand. If someone had told him years ago he’d be getting hot and heavy with fucking Mike Makowski, he probably would have punched them. Hell, even if someone had told him two days ago this would be happening-- well, he probably wouldn’t have punched them but- Distracted, the thought was gone and he was caught up in the moment, squeezing Mike’s ass again. He tilted his head to one side, offering more pale skin- offering. It was a funny thought, but then it too was gone. This felt too damn good to let himself be caught up in his own inner monologue, and one of his hands found its way up beneath Mike’s shirt. 

Truthfully, Pete considered himself to be about average sized- though honestly speaking he was definitely above average. However, he’d always found it was less the size and more what you could do that mattered. Damn, and do was certainly something he thought he was good at. 

[asterall]

goth kids scenarios/headcanons.

despite them all being shown to have a form of artistic talent/interest, i like to think of henrietta and firkle being the better artists of the bunch. 

henrietta is the hardcore queen because she doesn’t need a jacket or a longsleeve anything in 50 below weather. 

henrietta is always running out of bookspace on her bookshelves because she has so many journals and poetry books crammed into them.

pete pinning his fringe back with bobby pins so it doesn’t get in the way when he’s applying eyeliner. 

firkle glaring at everyone in the group hoping his face delivers his message of “fuck all of you, i’m like 3 ft tall, you need to get the mug down for me.” whenever they’re at someone’s house.

sometimes when people he especially dislikes are standing too close, firkle will begin chanting indecipherable shit making others believe he’s cursing them or summoning the devil but fake-scaring them is hilarious to him. 

pete will stand further away if someone is too close. henrietta will roll her eyes and scoff at the person to hint at them move away from her. michael probably doesn’t experience this problem so much since his height can be intimidating to others, though i guess i can see him shifting irritably or tapping his fingers against the handle of his cane, dealing with the discomfort knowing he can rant about it later on. all of them have different preferences when it comes to dealing with people in their personal space.

michael is the most logically driven out of the bunch. 

michael would do so well if he were on the debate team but he’s really not into that sort of thing.

henrietta not only collects poetry books, but medieval daggers as well. so many of her paychecks have gone towards buying several online.

imagine them all working on a comic together tho?  they plan which part of the comic to write/draw and then combine their finished pieces together. 

henrietta going to her parents because she actually wants to learn piano so they pay for her to take lessons. only the teacher is this old ladywho’s a complete wet blanket and her house smells like old spaghetti so henri teaches herself.

firkle is a huge roman dirge fan. 

one time, firkle goes out to coffee someplace else instead of benny’s (since everyone else is busy and it just doesn’t feel right to go without them all there) and he orders coffee. the person gets his order wrong and there’s cream and sugar inside it and he’s slightly curious about the taste so he drinks it. and he loves it. he’s having an emotional crisis. hot coffee with cream and sugar…that’s not very goth. so the only time he’ll drink coffee with cream and sugar is when he’s home by himself.

pete straightens michaels hair one time and halfway thru they both realize just what a terrible idea it was.

pete skips going to school because he misplaces his bolo tie and spends the entire day looking for it. it’s probably someplace dumb like on the bathroom sink.

all four of them probably talk and smoke over gossip and will make predictions and not even a week later, it happens and they’re like “i fucking knew it.” 

[minuich]

Обновления.

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[majaminxx22]

Come with me, to Oblivion.

[moetshander]

whoa there b uddy

for the 7 something anons that wanted goth kids lmao

[ipxakachi]

//plays Goth kids music on repeat nonstop

[saturnn-lightss]

[fxckycu]

@trailerparkdarkness

“Pete?”

Honestly, it wasn’t Henrietta who had stumbled upon something weird. It was probably Pete. Rarely did Henrietta wear anything outside of her normal style, but the worn out Deadmau5 hoodie she wore was… not even in the same league of anything that she wore.

She looked startled to see him, obviously not expecting anyone at all to show up today. There was no makeup, her hair was swept into a messy bun, and she wore black sweatpants. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen her in such a tired state, and definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“What are you doing here?”

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“Hey,” Pete’s voice was-- just as tired. He had a black eye- unusual, really, he hadn’t gotten into too many physical fights since high school, so why-- 

“Can I stay with you today?” Something was going on, Pete just needed to lay low for a bit, somewhere away from public eye- he just needed a day away from everything. He eyed her hoodie, but didn’t comment- he had no room to talk, and right now, he didn’t care.

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fangedfucker:

Mike leaned up and nibbled on his earlobe. “Wanna go upstairs?” He asked, lips pressed against his cheek. The goth was almost completely covered in pink lipstick marks by now. The ex vamp’s eyes flicked back to the other party goers. None of them had even batted an eye when Mike started attacking Pete. Mostly due to being wrapped up in their own things. He didn’t wait for the goth’s answer. Instead Mike just took his hand and lead the way to the upstairs of the house. He found them an empty room and tugged Pete inside. He closed and locked the door before pressing up against him again.

Pete’s cheeks were most definitely red, and then he was vaguely aware of a hand around his own and stumbling after Mike up the stairs. Door closed, his back against it, and Pete was trying to get some coherent thought that wasn’t want. There was nothing else though, and Mike’s body was pressed against his and Pete’s hands found purchase in the other’s clothing, his hands sliding down then to grab the former vamp’s ass. “S-Since when did you- wanan do anything with me?” He managed, leaning in to steal a kiss from bubble gum pink painted lips. It was rough, an implication of these feelings having been held back as his tongue pressed past Mike’s lips and tangled with the other’s. 

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knivesnblcklips:

Firkle nodded and headed for his home. His parents were probably gone right now anyway. They’d have the whole place to themselves. He pulled out another cigarette from the inner pocket of the coat he was wearing.

The expression on his face changed to a mixture of anger and sorrow. “I hate that guy. I dunno what your mom sees in him.” He huffed slightly. The younger male reached out and gave his friend’s hand a squeeze. It didn’t take them very long to reach Firkle’s house. He unlocked the door and let Pete in first. Once in he tugged the older goth up to his bedroom.

He shut the door and pushed Pete up against it. Without warning his lips crashed into the other’s as he pressed his hips into him. Both arms wrapped tightly around the other goth as he started kissing down his neck.

“yeah, me either,” Pete muttered in response- at least he had someone in his corner. A small smile crossed his features but it was gone just as quick. 

They reached Firkle’s house in no time, and Pete followed the younger up to his room. No sooner had the door closed than he was pushed against it- he would have to laugh at himself later, because he remembered when Firkle wasn’t the same height as him-- 

Then there were lips against his, and his arms wound around Firkle’s waist- it was was short lived, the kiss was over as soon as it had begun. He gave a low groan, his hands sliding to grip the younger’s hips, head tilting back. 

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arrogantbrit:

“Precisely,” Gregory agreed, tearing off another piece. “And even if I was, it’s my decision if I get fat. Just because you gain weight doesnt mean you cant be successful, just look at Kathy Bates, Aretha Franklin, John Goodman. They all went in to have stunning careers and fame. I mean, not that I’m looking for ‘fame’, but you get the point.” He ate another piece. “No one should have to feel ashamed of their body. It’s ridiculous what our society has done.”

Pete watched as Gregory ate, tilting his head to one side. “It sucks, society is stupid...” He lit a cigarette,earning a glare from the nearest coffee shop employee- he wasn’t going to put it out though. “But what do you expect? Eat right, excerise hard, die anyway.” He shrugged. 

[adrianne-draws]

“[You all] are just a bunch of Nazi conformists cheerleaders.”