[w-stedafterlife]

Do they have hentai at libraries? Ya boi bout to find out.

[croigtucker]

I will take your library privileges away.

[w-stedafterlife]

Who even////

I just want to be directed to the hentai sir. It’s profound literature and this is a library.

[croigtucker]

We dont have pornography at the library weirdo. Thats what your cell phone and that weird corner in the reference section no one goes into is for. Yes, we have caught people masturbating, its a thing that happens.

[w-stedafterlife]

Uh. TMI, dude.

Ok, so no anime/manga porn.

Do u atleast have erotic fiction this is for Science.

[croigtucker]

It’s a fact. People masturbate at the library.

Are you talking about erotic science fiction? Yes we have that.

[w-stedafterlife]

That’s.

Never mind

Where can I check out this sexy science fiction, then? So far I’ve only been able to check out you. Which—to be fair, is still pretty sexy. 😉

[w-stedafterlife]

Do they have hentai at libraries? Ya boi bout to find out.

[croigtucker]

I will take your library privileges away.

[w-stedafterlife]

Who even////

I just want to be directed to the hentai sir. It’s profound literature and this is a library.

[croigtucker]

We dont have pornography at the library weirdo. Thats what your cell phone and that weird corner in the reference section no one goes into is for. Yes, we have caught people masturbating, its a thing that happens.

[w-stedafterlife]

Uh. TMI, dude.

Ok, so no anime/manga porn.

Do u atleast have erotic fiction this is for Science.

[w-stedafterlife]

Do they have hentai at libraries? Ya boi bout to find out.

[croigtucker]

I will take your library privileges away.

[w-stedafterlife]

Who even////

I just want to be directed to the hentai sir. It’s profound literature and this is a library.

[w-stedafterlife]

Do they have hentai at libraries? Ya boi bout to find out.

[w-stedafterlife]

The golden hour | Crenny

@croigtucker

It’s been decided. After some harmless bickering and Craig helping Kenny to his car; they agree on a picnic. It’s cold in South Park. Even with the time frame of the year. Fresh out of July, but with the end of July comes the end of the summer in their town. Kenny sticks his hand out of the window, letting the wind glide through his fingertips as the “Leaving South Park!” Sign comes into view.

Kenny knows where he is taking Craig after an initial stop at Burger King. They place their orders, opt to wait until they arrive at their destination to eat. A blanket was swiftly placed over their laps. And Kenny looks to Craig. Legs covered with a colorfully knitted fabric. His hair whips around from the open window letting wind in. It’s warmer on this side of north park. Such a contrast. It’s also the golden hour, the sun hanging low in the sky. Meeting it’s departure from this side of the earth.

Craig is bathing in the yellow orange glow of it. And Kenny is captured by this, how beautiful he looks. The way his freckles look like little stars. He’s hit with the desire to make sense out of them, to form constellations with his finger tips.

Kenny turns away, bites at his plush pink lips. Looks to his phone to check the gps. They are only a mile away.

“Turn onto that field over there. Yeah, the one with the flowers.” Craig complies and they are on dirt road. The car comes to a halt. And Kenny looks back to Craig coyly. He’s really doing this, he’s taking Craig on a date.

It’s hits him then that maybe it was all leading up to this. Maybe Kenny was just to oblivious, blinded. Ignoring the signs that he really, really wants to kiss this dork, kiss him and hold his little hands.

“I need help getting out,” Kenny motions to his foot. Crushed and casted.

[lyrics-and-music]

All Signs Point To Lauderdale // A Day To Remember

[w-stedafterlife]

@croigtucker gonna carry my ass like the fuckin princess I am. 💁🏼‍♀️

[w-stedafterlife]

The best girl.

[supine-aesthetic]

credit: @sodacrushlama

[supine-aesthetic]

[fuckyourcabbage]

[w-stedafterlife]

ya boi got a date, even with a crushed foot. yeet. 

[w-stedafterlife]

we have so many cats but even more rats.

[marshson-deactivated20220118]

@w-stedafterlife // continued

Kenny’s used to being injured. Accidents are drawn to him like moth to flame. Mostly death sits idlely by, waiting for a flicker of light to start a destructice path to swarm around.

So it’s always weird when someone else gets hurt. When there is another fire making way to attract the pack of moths. It realistically should have been Kenny. It’s always Kenny, but here he finds himself ripping the sleeve of his white T-shirt with his teeth. It was stupid, he and Stan decided to follow after a stray cat that was hanging around his shared apartment with his siblings. They’re still on the poorer side of town, where there is a plethora of them.

Of course someone had to leave the remnants of their drinking behind. Glass shards buried underneath the slight dusting of snow. And of course they went out barefoot. It’s almost July and you can almost feel a hint of warmth licking at any exposure of flesh.

Stan stepped down on glass.

Kenny takes one of the strips of white cloth and motions for Stan to lift his foot from where they are seated on the ground. Kenny’s used to this. If he doesn’t die, he’s injured. After some point he has to learn to take care of himself and by default, others. He has a water bottle shoved in his pocket which he intends to clean the wound with. They should do this not in the open, but they are far. Ventured out into the woods looking to see this cat. No one will see or care, and Kenny will help Stan home.

“You ok?” he questions as he pours some of the luke warm water onto the cloth.

Maybe it was a bad idea to follow that cat, but animals were his weakness no matter how dangerous or strange they might’ve seemed. It was like fate was bringing him to follow the cat, a grand adventure until-oh, that’s not good. A sudden sharp pain in his foot is felt, immediately raising it and bouncing back a little to avoid stepping down on any more.

❝ Fuuuuuck, ❞ he groaned, sitting down on an exposed tree root. It was just as stupid as him stepping on it to remove the glass shard from his foot, holding it while he worsened the bleeding. Stanley removed his dirty hands from it and raised it up to Kenny who seemed a little too prepared for this to happen. It hurt like hell, he wasn’t looking forward to recovery.

❝ I’m about as good as I can be with a gash in my foot, ❞ Stanley replied. He closed his eyes in anticipation, but he would try to take the treatment with some courage. After all, he’d been stabbed a few times, knocked on death’s door many more, this wasn’t anything to it. A little glass shard would be an unfitting end to someone who’s survived the ending of the world more than once.

❝ Shit,“ he swore, fingers pressing to his forehead as he gritted his teeth, ❝ I can’t do shit if my foot’s injured. This is gonna be a bitch to tell people. I’m already behind on my schedule.. and I didn’t even get to see the fucking cat! ❞

[w-stedafterlife]

Kenny bites at his lip. He’s unsure how to react. He’s heard countless stories from people in the underworld. Of accidents and intentions, he’d listen with rapt attention. Quiet and patient. Nothing really fazes him as he has seen it all. Quite literally. It doesn’t make it any easier, however. Most people die once, most don’t get injured regularly. He doesn’t want to invalidate hurt. Though a part of him sits with a resentment inside that no one will ever remember his own. Kenny listens to Stan as he looks over the injury. 

It’s quick though Kenny can’t say it’s painless as he pulls the glass out. It’s like peeling a bandaid, a deep breath in, a tug and it’s gone. The cut is rather deep, though by the looks of things Kenny doesn’t think it’s more than just surface. Not deep enough to hit bone and not placed right to hit a vein. 

“This might sting. More than it does already.” Kenny warns as he takes the scrap of his shirt that he placed on his abandoned parka. Kenny hesitates for a second before reaching over applying pressure on the wound, to stop the bleeding. It’s not excessive, so when Kenny finds that it’s come to a slower pace he picks up the other fabric he has ripped and wet. He goes about cleaning the wound. Just like he’d do to any of his own. When he’s done Kenny takes the other ripped part of his sleeve and bandages it. It’s swift and done with ease. Kenny knows his shit.

“I can drive you to the hospital to get it checked out. But, it’s more surface? either way, i’ll help you to my Kevin’s car.” Kenny lets out as he wipes his hands on his pants. Their dirt smeared and gross. However, he’s a McCormick. Who would expect less from the poor kid?

“Unless you want to stay over for tonight.” Kenny shrugs as he says it, being injured is draining. Sometimes when Kenny gets hurt he’ll stay in bed for a good few days, not eager to move. Subtly hoping for infection and death. If Stan wants to stay and rest, Kenny will let him.

[w-stedafterlife]

Kenny can feel the heat on his face. When was the last time anyone made him blush? It’s strange and he wishes he still hid his face in the safe confines of his hoodie. That was abandoned sometime in freshman year; though he still wore the orange parka as if it were a security blanket. He’s pale with freckles looking like they’ve been dotted on with a paintbrush. When Kenny is embarrassed or angry, turned on or sick; it shows. It shows like someone splattered watercolor on his cheeks, as if he is a canvas. The way Craig looks at him, makes Kenny wonder if he sees him as a work of art.

A grin finds itself plastered onto Kenny’s face. 

“I can do fresh,”  He laughs out. It’s breathy and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He craves dipping his head down to press his mouth to Craig’s. It’s not the time yet, Kenny reserves just for a little while longer. He squeezes Craig’s hand, then lifts it to his lips where he kisses the tanned flesh.

“Help me to your car.” Kenny requests, motioning to his broken foot. He is brought back to carrying Craig around after their prom one year. Just a bit too many drinks under the others belt. No one in their circle let Craig live it down. Sometimes Clyde slips up and calls him Ari. The event way too similar to Ariana Grande making her body guard carry her around. Like that circulated around on gossipy news stations, Kenny cradling Craig in his arms was the newest and freshest gossip that Park County High could get their claws dug into.

This is just a bit of fun payback, 

[w-stedafterlife]

ok.

i’m on after a bad few days, laptop charger came in so profile sort of to my liking, now time to reply.

[w-stedafterlife]

@beebeestevens and I at Jenny and Lola

[gl-ttery-blog1]

Y’all need to stop it ain’t that serious

[w-stedafterlife]

Ain’t that serious, she says

We see those vague posts Lola. You ain’t hiding shit boo.

[jennysimonsayss-blog]

Don’t you have your own lovely in your life to look after dear Ken? Lola and I are happily friends 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

[w-stedafterlife]

Bitch I m i g h t

Y’all never know w/ me

And hey, whatever floats your boat Jenny.