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that was a story that shane was curious about.. but one he ultimately decides he'd have to ask about later. he was much more interested in why he's hanging out in bars that would shoot an officer on sight, but more-so out of genuine curiosity rather than actually giving much of a damn on what he gets up to. "hm. good to know, i'll make suer to stay away from any bars you'd recommend." he teases, glancing down at matt's cane before looking back at the door and following his lead.

shane kept a steady pace beside matt, hands shoved into his pockets and allowing the silence settle between them as they walked. it felt like a comfortable silence, charged by something unspoken. curiosity, maybe... or it could be the anticipation he feels bubbling in his stomach. god only knows what he's so damn excited for.

"... hope you're not picky." shane eventually speaks up, nodding toward a small dimly lit bar. the neon sign above the door flickers, buzzing faintly. it wasn't much but shane never said it was, and it wasn't like matt would be particularly disappointed in whatever it looked like.

opening the door, the scent of aged wood, marlboro reds and warm liquor greets them. it damn near smelled like home with how often shane brought girls he knew he'd never see again here. an excellent place for first and last dates. sliding into a booth near the back, shane lets out a sigh - feeling some of the weight of today roll off of his shoulders. "alright, matt... what's your poison?"

A soft chuckle and smile at the standoff joke, head turning away almost shyly before putting his attention back on Shane. The flirtation between them was subtle but the chemistry was clearly there. Shane had a way of making him blush and drowning out the rest of the world…until Mahoney returned to slap down the file onto the counter with a grumble, snapping Matt back into the moment with a raised brow.

“Thank you, officer.” Matt remained ever pleasant, taking the file to slip it into his bag.

“Tell Nelson to stop buying my mom cigars.” The reply was short and full of annoyance before the officer walked off again.

“Don’t ask about the cigars. I don’t know what Foggy gets out of it. Probably getting on Mahoney nerves. I think they went to high school together.” A quick shrug of his shoulders and his attention turned back to the conversation they were having, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck with the shy smile returning. “A drink would be really nice, wherever you had in mind is good. The bar I usually go to…I’m not going to lie, you’ll probably be shot if you walk in wearing a uniform.”

Cane extended in front of him, Matt took a step towards the door. “Shall we?”

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i won’t lie sometimes instead of roleplaying i read the same thread over and over that i wrote like four years ago and call it a night 🫡

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PROMPTS FROM WHEN HARRY MET SALLY *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, i love you.

i love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out.

i love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.

i love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like i'm nuts.

i love that after i spend the day with you, i can still smell your perfume on my clothes.

i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night.

i came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

i'll have what she's having.

would you like to have dinner?

i thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.

when did i say that?

i mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding?

most women at one time or another have faked it.

they haven't faked it with me.

that's right. i forgot. you're a man.

what was that supposed to mean?

it is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.

marriages don't break up on account of infidelity. it's just a symptom that something else is wrong.

you realize of course that we could never be friends.

men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.

that's not true.

i have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.

you only think you do.

they all want to have sex with you.

no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive.

i guess we're not going to be friends then.

you were the only person i knew in new york.

there are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.

which one am i?

you're the worst kind.

you're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.

i just want it the way i want it.

you look like a normal person, but actually you are the angel of death.

don't you have a dark side?

when i buy a new book, i read the last page first.

if you could take him back now, would you?

why didn't he want to marry me?

what's the matter with me?

you're challenging.

i'm too structured. i'm completely closed off.

i drove him away.

how do you expect me to respond to this?

i'm leaving.

i don't have to take this crap from you.

what the hell does that have to do with anything?

are you finished now?

can i say something?

i'm sorry.

everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor but they couldn't possibly all have good taste.

that is just like you.

you say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.

at least i got the apartment.

the first time we met, we hated each other.

we were friends for a long time.

it only took three months.

you will never have to be out there again.

i'm not going to tell you that.

i miss her.

you know what i miss? i miss the idea of him.

when did this happen?

you don't bounce back from that right away.

doesn't what i said mean anything for you?

i hate you, [name]. i really hate you.

what can i get you?

no one has ever quoted me back to me before.

you know, i'm so glad i never got involved with you.

i am not your consolation prize.

i wrote that.

you're going to have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling that you have, every moment that you have them.

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ive been poking away at some of my drafts and things BUT!! ` if i owe you something and you think i may not have seen it which, i probably havent bc im itching for more drafts, let me kno :3

sorry for not being on much i won’t lie ive been sucked into the yumetwt thing but i do want to come back here :3 i’ve been sick for a week or so which has been effecting activity too but once am back on my feet im excited to start writing again

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this wasn't something he'd typically entertain. shane doesn't like giving up control, he doesn't like letting other people tell him what to do especially all the shit that went down with rick. a sharp exhale was given through his nose and he rubs a hand over the stubble on his jaw. matt.. he wasn't wrong. that still doesn't mean he liked the idea of sticking around when his instincts were telling him it wasn't safe to put down roots, that they should keep moving, that if they stayed they'd be painting a god damn target on their backs.

crossing his arms, his eyes narrow as he regards him for an extra moment. "... a few more days, huh?" it was so damn obvious he was still skeptical of the idea, but it came with some consideration. this guy.. he was his partner, he loves him, more than he thought it was possible to love anyone before and he should take what he has to say seriously. ".. fine. but we're gonna do this smart, i want to check our fortifications, reinforce the doors, set up some extra traps and try to see how well we can keep the cold out. the last thing i need is to have us freezing to death up here." it was a lot of work that they already put into this place, he was just as hesitant to want to get rid of it all. "and the second i think this place ain't worth the risk, we go. no arguing." and hopefully, that would never happen. if anything, he thinks he wants this to work just as much as matt does, even if he wouldn't buy into this fairy tail without any proof that it'll work out for them.

The conversation was going to be an uphill battle, Matt had known that since the second the idea had popped into his mind. But much to his surprise, Shane seems willing to at least listen to him about it. After Rick, things had leaned towards doing everything Shane’s way and most of the time it worked. The former officer actually had a good head on his shoulders when Rick wasn’t around. He liked the life they had built there, it felt almost normal. Selfishly, Matt didn’t want their normal life together to end.

“Right now, survivors are all heading south unless they have already found a place to hold up in. I think we are more likely to run into trouble if we head south.” Matt started, leaning against the counter. “It wouldn’t take much more for us to get the place ready for the winter. If  anything, it would take us less time. We have already done a lot to fortify this house and area. Let’s give it a few more days. If you’re not convinced, we can finish packing up and leave.”

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Words cut deeper than knives

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tolkien’s weight threatens to tip tweek right over, but he grits his teeth and digs his heels in, barely keeping them both upright. tweek was right, this wasn't something that tolkien usually did. he was a 'good kid', kept his head down and normally passed when his friends got drunk. but, damn, it felt like the rug was pulled from under him. everyone seemed to be going in different directions in life now and it felt like tolkien was getting left behind, which, sure, may partially be his own doing after he had realized what assholes some of his friends, craig, were, but it didn't make it any of an easier situation to live through.

despite his drunken state, there was a genuine smile there -- a warmth that floods his chest when tweek expresses concern for his well being. he lets out a breathy laugh, resting more of his weight against tweek despite the obvious strain. his head feels light, he feels loose and everything was spinning. it was hard to tel if he was talking too much or not enough, but he stands by what he said. tweek was great. really great.

"... hey -- why... why are you so tense, man?" yes, he is drunk, but he can tell how wary tweek looks. "i mean it. i think about it all the time. you're like the best... yeah, you're kinda jittery, but... you're there, y'know?" that wasn't entirely true, but it was hard not to feel like that when tweek's literally holding him up right now. "you're doing the whole," he waves his hand around to try to express what was going on, almost hitting tweek in the face while he does it. "lifting me up thing. woah- shit, here.." he only then realizes that tweek is sorta struggling so he tries to adjust his posture, standing somewhat upright but his balance was shot. he still hangs onto the guy for dear life.

with the realization that he's leaning onto him comes the realization that.. yeah. they were close. real close. his face flushes hotter and he breathes out a nervous laugh, his fingers squeezing gentle against tweek's shoulders before he lets go all together, swaying a bit on the spot but still holding that stupid grin. "woah.. okay." he stammers, having to take a moment to try to recollect himself before he continues. "uh.. maybe i do need that water."

▸   @redemptionmade   ⟶   ❛  "I love you, man! I mean, seriously, you're the greatest!" // from tolkien to tweek? :3   ❜   ╱   (  intoxicated , accepting .  )

It is a rare occurrence when Tweek finds himself being the sober one in any given scenario.  The weirdness of the situation is exacerbated by the fact that he’s with Tolkien, who has a reputation for being the levelheaded, responsible one. But even the responsible need to cut loose now and again, he supposes.

That does not make this any less strange.

Tweek does not really have the strength to accommodate Tolkien’s leaning on him, given the height and weight disparities, but he is doing his best, knees shaking under him.

“Okay,” he says with a thin smile.  Of course, Tolkien thinks he’s great; he probably thinks everyone in the room is great in his current state, and he doesn’t know better.  “You’re the ha-happy, affectionate drunk—noted.  Y-you should probably sit down for a second… have a water…”

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sorry for not being on much i won’t lie ive been sucked into the yumetwt thing but i do want to come back here :3 i’ve been sick for a week or so which has been effecting activity too but once am back on my feet im excited to start writing again

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".. thanks," carol exhales a shaky breath as she takes the cigarette irene offers, leaning in close enough for the flame to catch. she doesn't answer when she's asked if she was alright, not right away, at least. the warmth of the lighter against her face is oddly grounding, even if the situation itself felt surreal as always. she takes a slow drag, letting the nicotine work itself to calm her nerves. she's caught between wanting to spill everything and bottling it up like she always does. irene was right, she was shaken up. how could she not be, with her little boy constantly toeing the line between life and death? it was torture.

"i guess i'm just.... tired." she finally admits, voice quiet than she intends. "every time it happens, i wonder if it'll be the last. that i'll wake up one day and he won't be back in his bed. and it's not like i get any answers, not from god, not from.. anyone." he voice wavers, and se presses the heel of her hand against her eyes as she begins to tear up. "i keep thinkin' i don't deserve to have him back. if i was a better mama he wouldn't be going through all of this." the cigarette shakes in her fingers as she lowers her hand and takes another drag, looking over at irene after a moment.

".. sorry, i.. i don't know why i'm telling you all this. you've got your own shit to deal with." but, really, she knows why. irene is the one constant, the one person who's always there when things go tits up. there's something about her presence that feels steadying, even if it's wrapped up in the role of a grim reaper. ".. you know, you are a comforting figure. and a god damn lifeline, irene. i don't say that lightly."

“hey,” irene greets carol with a little wave, a bow of the head. “you doing alright?” she inquires, not wanting to put into words why she was asking; she knew it was an obvious, if touchy, topic. she hated bringing up the deaths, even if it’d become a repeat occurrence. either way, she nods, digging in her jacket pocket to produce a carton of cigarettes. “yeah, yeah, of course,” the reaper replies, holding the box out to the other woman to pick her poison. it certainly takes the edge off, anyways. “oh, uh, lemme light it for you,” she continues, grabbing her lighter and flicking it on to produce a flame. she offers it up to her, holding it still.

it was an intimate gesture, irene knew that, yet she couldn’t help but think it’d bring some sort of comfort to carol. “and don’t worry about it, i’d spare you a thousand of ‘em if i had to. i don’t expect anything in return.” not many earthly goods could do much for her anymore, anyways. she indulged only when she wanted because she could, or perhaps it was out of habit. “but i’m serious about earlier. you seem shaken up.” she watches for carol’s reaction over the brim of her sunglasses. “you know i’m always around to talk, but if you don’t want to, i’m free to sit around. i know i’m not the most comforting figure to see, but i gotta offer because i care about you.” with that, she lights up her own cigarette, leaving it to burn from the corner of her mouth.

irene realizes what she said could come off as unprofessional or odd, but since when did she lose her small rebellious streak?

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btw i made carols birthday jan 5th, its a little late but if anyone wants to send her a gift hehehe

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the idea of next to free weed already had her giddy, then the off handed comment that she should come over for dinner.. she was on fucking cloud nine. she nods and takes the blunt when offered to her, taking a long drag of it. "i'd love to come over one night. it'd be nice to have something other than expired frozen dinners for a change." she laughs it off but she isnt sure if he found it that funny. she hands back the blunt. "stuarts.. you know. stuart. same old shit." she has quite a few things to say about how he's been doing, but she holds her tongue. "i'll tell him, see what he thinks. try to remember to keep him sober enough to remember it if he agrees to go." which, she's sure he will. so long as it doesn't involve taking actual responsibility for his children he's more than happy to goof off with them.

"Im serious! Towelie will also be thrilled. Its great munchie food." Randy was the epitome of the way to a mans heart is through his stomach. "I'll hook you up. It will be great." The excitement was evident in his voice. "Im glad you came by! You really should come over for dinner one night. Sharon would be thrilled for someone besides family or the boys to cook for." He pulled out a pre roll from his pocket and lit up, the smell of pine and grape filled the air quickly. "Shit this is fresh. You want to try it?" Ever the adhd man, he bounced from topic to topic. " How is Stuart doing? I havent seen him much since i dont drink anymore so im not at the bar. Tell him we need to go paintballing with the boys again."

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A meme for muses who can't open up.

Change pronouns and wording to your heart's content to best fit your muse.

"Maybe you'll feel better if you talk about it."

"It's okay. You don't have to say."

"You don't trust me by now?"

"You can say anything to me, I won't judge you."

"Have you...thought about talking to a therapist?"

"Who told you not to talk about it?"

"I never know when you're being quiet because that's just how you are, or if there's something wrong."

"You don't owe me or anyone else an explanation. But..."

"Things are going to stay the same forever if you won't talk about it."

"I can see you struggling. Take your time. I'm listening."

"I'll be here when you're ready."

"You never talk about yourself."

"Acting the strong silent type all the time is a good way to wind up lonely and hurting."

"The squeaky wheel gets the oil, you know. If you need something, speak up."

"I can talk to them for you if you want."

"I'll vouch for you, it's fine."

"Yeah, I don't like talking feelings either. Wanna go break something instead?"

"Is it that you can't find the words, or was what happened to you just that big?"

"Hey, I didn't know that about you."

"You don't have to say it, it's written all over your face."

"Good thing I can read you like a book."

"Is that you, [Name]? I almost forgot what your voice sounded like."

"You're full of secrets."

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I feel like it would be really nice if there were more fics that involve Kenny having a good relationship with his dad. I know I’m guilty of writing douchebag Stuart too, but I feel like that’s something I want to move away from. The episode “Help My Teenager Hates Me!” shows their relationship in a positive light with the way Kenny’s dad is so willing to team up with him. The little “Thanks Dad!” that we hear from him afterward is also just the SWEETEST thing ever. I need more of that dynamic, it just makes so much more sense.

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yeah, she'd be lying if she said that didn't shock her. stan always seemed like the sort of kid to get into pot from an early age, like her boy ken, but maybe he's more prone to the bottle. or maybe he just keeps it out of his dads sight. she can't figure why he'd do that, but, still. "i think it's real nice, the business you got goin' on. honest, decent way to bring in cash." unlike her family who has somehow gotten themselves mixed in in the meth business. she falters when he mentions where she works, interest piqued at the offer. " -- you.. c'mon... you don't have to do that for me, randy." it was just said to be polite, she quickly follows it up after. ".. but if you're sure, i can bring down some breadsticks for some weed later on this week." even if he changes his mind and all she gets is a discount, it's better than nothing.

There was a vast difference in their lifestyles and as often as Randy considered his family the Kennedys of South Park, he was trying to not brag. " Ive been as good as can be business wise. Family wants nothing to do with the weed business so I think Stan and Shelley are counting down the days until they can move out." He replied, bagging up her order and counting change. " I heard you got a job at Olive Garden. I love their bread sticks. I could eat my weight in those. Especially if I've been smoking! If you uh ever wanna trade some weed for bread sticks. I've got you covered."

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.. what the fuck? stan takes the invitation from regina before giving her this look, expecting her to snatch it back and tell him that he was an idiot for beliving for a second that she'd want him at one of her parties. but.. she does't do that. " --- yeah, cartman's the last person i'd think to ask to tag along, you don't have to worry about that." he slides the invitation into his jacket, giving her another once over. "you want me, to, uh.. bring anything?"

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" Wait up Stan." Regina instructed as her heels clicked against the floor. " I'm having a party. You're invited." She handed him a pink envelope with a kiss mark sticker and his name wrote in gold calligraphy. " Looking forward to seeing you there." She didn't even bother to assume he wouldn't show. Who wouldn't come to her parties? She went all out as per usual. " Don't tell Eric. He's the last one I want showing up."

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Carol McCormick and Stuart McCormick from South Park got a divorce

CAROL MCCORMICK and STUART MCCORMICK from SOUTH PARK got a DIVORCE!

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