goatsy:

watching southpark and drawing goths x

goatsy:

watching southpark and drawing goths x

meowbeastt:

gymleaderkarkat:


What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle

That’s exactly what I thought, too

meowbeastt:

gymleaderkarkat:

What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle

That’s exactly what I thought, too


"What the hell’s wrong with Clyde?"

"What the hell’s wrong with Clyde?"

intothedarkstars:

I love this.

"For what?" He inquired the brunette, one eyebrow raised. There was no way he was here to visit his father's grave. Just no way. He had heard rumors, and from what he had gathered, Eric Cartman did not care in anyway about his father. And honestly, this didn't surprise him. There had to be another reason. He refused to accept the slight, minuscule chance that the other actually cared about his father.
Anonymous

"Because I felt like it" blue eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips slightly, studying the other but he but back a smile, feeling slightly safer. He knew his reputation and by the look on Scotts face, he felt a little more confident. There was no way the Eric Cartman would be here without a reason that didn’t have to do with his biological father.

"I can ask you the same thing"

He heard loud breaths, and when he turned to look he saw nothing but a tree and some colors behind it. Why the fuck is the tree breathing? Why the fuck is there colors behind it? He wondered to himelf, looking at the tree before coming closer to it, determined to find out what it was. When he got there, his eyes widened at the sight of the brunette. "You? What are you doing here?" He asked the other, bitterness radiating off of his tone.
Anonymous

When he saw Scott looking his way, he immediately pulled his head back and covered his mouth but it was too late. When he saw the ginger suddenly right beside him, his breath caught in his throat, his red rimmed eyes widened as he stumbled back, almost falling onto his butt, but catching himself. He wiped his eyes and stood up straight, furrowing eye brows changing to a scowl. He was feeling vulnerable after all (hence him being here), so he quickly tried to recover from his state of mind

"You don’t own the place. I can come here too" he mumbled with the same tone as the other

amnestart:

Left: 2012
Right: now

Live hard die hard amirite

chaosanddestruction:

I think something I ate isn’t settling right in my stomach…

Do you have the shits

butterssc0tch:

chaosanddestruction:

Now that I’ve changed my icon I keep getting myself mixed up with my alternate and it makes me angry.

I think it’s cute cause we match now!

AWWW TWINS

narc0tic:

sad to see you go

narc0tic:

sad to see you go

Scott sighed, placing his hands in his pockets. This place was all too familiar for him. The slowly decaying chapel was standing tall, but he knew it was a matter of time before it crumbled. This place had become a sanctuary in it's own way. No one bothered him here. But he had business to take care of. He headed over to the one that he recognized from previous visits. He sighed and laid the flowers on the grave of his parents, having no words to say, he stood, observing the headstones.
Anonymous

Cartman came to visit his fathers grave every now and then. Not as often because it made him feel guilt and he was not a fan of that at all. Not use to it really. He only really came when he was feeling vulnerable. When he needed a good cry. Needed closer. It was his dad after all. He had mixed feelings for the man. He hadn’t known him at all and it seemed the man didn’t want to know him either. He hated him yet, he found himself wishing that he could’ve known him.

The brunette was behind a tree, watching his half brother lay the flowers down onto the grave. He spotted the ginger here a couple times he came to this place but he always made sure to leave unnoticed. This time however, he wasn’t sure if he went undetected or not. He had JUST ran behind this tree that wasn’t too far from where Scott was. He heard someone coming and was glad he did. He was breathing slightly hard and blue eyes kept his stare on the redhead. Watching him. There was no way he could leave without being caught. So he stayed out, trying to contain his heavy breathing from suddenly having to run to this spot

(I am back and ready to rumble-that came out wrong, but still hey, how are you?

[yay!!! I’m doing great! Just at work and tired, HBU?

butterssc0tch:

ericfuckingcartman:

butterssc0tch

We could’ve made sweet love right on the dash

For all eyes to see the beauty of it all. 

Everyone would’ve been totally jelly

@Jewrat

Because I have great taste in music and I wanted to show it off. Fuck you

I knew we did.

I hate you so much Kyle shut up

I knew we did.

I hate you so much Kyle shut up