#this is actually

[caydensaddiction]

hate it when breaking bad fans undermine Jesse by characterizing him as weak and infantilizing him bc of his trauma and emotions as if he isn’t one of the most determined and resilient characters in all of breaking bad. Jesse got so much shit thrown at him and kept getting back up

[pulksten-blog]

Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues

[avoidcrowdraws]

Competition

[patheticlittlepuppet]

I’m so sick of thinking for myself and fucking everything up, I wish someone would either do my thinking for me or just take away my ability to think entirely

[itsalleyes]

I like to dress him up like a doll

[the-fuzzy-2846]

noli is DONE with their shit

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[inuqiao]

HOP ON FORTNITE

what if chug jug miku

[forlovewithyou]

Man, he's so cute🥺

This is from an animation shared in Discord!

Here is the original URL

I'm not sure if the author is here, but I hope no offense is taken!

He's just, he's really cute, and I love every move in it, it's so smooth and natural😭💖💖

I like his proud expression😋

[saturnplaza]

BLONDE GERARD -- SAVE ME

[ymayonaka]

My second attempt at trying to upload this godamn drawing that I did while taking a break of another drawing

[ghost-woods]

WIP Wednesday

from part 3 of a means to get through

[julysn]

what’s your eta? || 01 : upstander

ship: kyle broflovski x fem!reader

synopsis: Kyle voices some of his concerns to Y/N’s friends.

wc: ≈1100

notes: everyone’s in high school, canon divergence, based off of s21 e7 (doubling down), y/n is NOT heidi turner. slightly ooc, whatever.

read on ao3 | next

notes: this fic is literally doubling down (s21 e7) but altered by me lmfaoo. this is the scene where kyle walks into the gymnasium during volleyball practice btw….,…

FUCK i’m posting this like decades after it was up on ao3 saur.. uh.. erm.. yeah. GOD THIS IS SO BUTT I. just read it. pls. i know it’s butt. i know it is asscheeks.

When Kyle Broflovski first made eye contact with her, he knew he had to save her.

It had been about two and a half (or two-thirds, he wasn't sure) months since Y/N L/N had first begun dating Eric Cartman, and it was starting to really irritate Kyle. He was fed up with this relationship whether his annoyance was born from him or his subconscious. He was forced to watch as Cartman played with her feelings like a master puppeteer. He was forced to watch as Cartman dumped her, before manipulating her back into yet another relationship immediately the next day, the two acting like nothing had happened. He was forced to listen as Cartman brushed off his concerns, continuing to treat Y/N like shit no matter how Kyle advised him not to.

And the worst part of it all?

Y/N was a sweet girl.

Kyle knew it; he could tell. It was obvious. Y/N L/N could easily be considered one of the nicest, sweetest girls in their grade–hell, their high school. She was everything a man like Cartman didn't decide. She was funny yet kind, sarcastic yet caring, everything. He adored how she could be so friendly and gentle yet also flippant and relaxed at times.

He didn't have a crush on her, though. He was just worried.

But what would happen if he did develop feelings?

God, that was something Kyle didn't want to think about. It wasn't the thought of him and Y/N together that had thrown him off, it was the thought of what Cartman would try to do. After knowing him for around 16 years of their lives, he knew the boy inside out. He knew how Cartman would attempt to gaslight and manipulate. He knew about his blackmailing tendencies. The two of them knew practically everything about each other, and yet, they still hated each other like normal arch-nemeses.

So, if he were to ever get together with Y/N one day, what would Cartman do?

Kyle shook the thoughts away, looking down at his feet as they mechanically led him towards the gymnasium. He had to speak up and do something.

He sighs, pushing the gymnasium doors open and wiping away a few pearls of sweat on his hairline. His other hand instinctively ran through his hair, mentally and physically preparing himself for the little standoff–or, at least, that's what he saw it as–with Y/N's friends. He looked on as he saw the girls playing volleyball before he cleared his throat and walked onto the court.

".. Hey."

The girls immediately whip their heads around to face the ginger, some with narrowed eyes yet most just confused by the situation. "What's he doing here?"

"I know things have been difficult lately. I know you think us guys are all pigs, but that's just Cartman. Just know that... a lot of us boys think girls are amazing and smart and beautiful."

Silence.

".. Uh, not, not like hot-beautiful, I mean like inside-beautiful. I.. I'm not saying you're hot. Or am I saying you're ugly. It doesn't matter–you're all hot on the inside. If we could all just see inside you, it would be hot.. fuck, you know what I mean." Kyle sighs, groaning and rubbing his eyes in embarrassment. He had fucked up his speech, how was he going to get his point across?

The girls stare at each other incredulously for a few seconds, some whispering to each other before one of them speaks up.

".. What do you want, Kyle?" Wendy asks, holding the ball in her hands as she furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes. The others had a sneaking suspicion about what this could be about, but obviously, they didn't speak up yet. They needed to let Kyle explain everything for himself first.

"It's about Y/N. You guys shouldn't criticize her for being with Cartman." He sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets and letting his calloused fingers play around with the packet of gum and keys inside. His mind was a storm of thoughts, the thunder and lightning being the repetitive thoughts of "I shouldn't have done this" or "What the hell am I doing?"

The girls shared a look once again, the silence making everything even more awkward.

Shit, did I fuck up? Kyle blinked, pressing his lips together to form a slit as he anxiously waited for a response. He knew deep down in his heart that he wasn't making a mistake, but damn, the looks the girls shared and the ongoing silence was making him rethink and regret everything that had just happened.

"Why not? Eric Cartman's the worst person on earth." Annie tilts her head, obviously dumbfounded. Some of the other girls nod in affirmation, agreeing with her (obviously true) statement.

"I know! I-I know that, okay? Trust me, I hate Cartman, who doesn't, but just.. give her some space, you know? You can't keep saying 'we told you so', because if you make her feel dumb, she'll double down and try to prove herself that it wasn't dumb." Kyle explains, nervousness evident in his tone as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. "You're gonna make her feel worse than she already does."

Once again, the room fell into silence with the occasional whispers being heard from the girls on the bleachers or the other side of the court. The curlyhead stood there anxiously, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his hands continued to fidget with the various objects he kept in his pant pockets. He slipped one hand out, coming to brush off some non-existent lint and dust off of his baggy jeans.

Breaking the silence, Nichole was the one to speak up this time, airing out a concern that had lingered on everyone's minds until that very moment. "No offense, Kyle, but why do you care? Do you have a crush on her?"

"What?! No!" The ginger quickly defended himself, throwing his hands up and taking a step back as everyone in the gymnasium eyed him suspiciously. He knew it looked like he was interested in Y/N, but he was just worried! Right?

"Oh my god, he soooo likes Y/N," Bebe smirked, giggling softly as the other girls hummed and nodded in agreement. "It's like a love triangle."

"No, I don't!" Kyle quickly blurted out, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment as he sighed and walked away, leaving the girls to finish volleyball practice. He felt a bit, a tad bit guilty for interrupting–if someone just walked onto the court and made an announcement while he was shooting some hoops, he'd be pissed as well. But a part of him brushed off the regret because something else was on his mind.

".. Wait, do I?"

[grants-blue-eyed-stare]

Ah yes a typical Ulysses-Julia Grant letter

OHHH so he was banished to the Mexican-American war after Tuunbaq got him

In reality, this is totally unrelated. Maybe having two Lieutenant Gores on the same continent at the same time was too much. I understand that one of them had to die. North America wasn't big enough for the two of them.

[postsforposting]

he knows we are looking very respectfully. so he put on a show for us.

[heyneon]