parttimeg0th-blog

[parttimeg0th-blog]

In this house we stan the goth kids.

[parttimeg0th-blog]

SOUTH PARK ROLEPLAYERS FLOCK TO ME

I’m looking to start RPing on tumblr, and I’d like to know who would be interested in doing so. If you’re interested in roleplaying with a Pete Thelman, shoot me a message! 

[parttimeg0th-blog]

//Roleplay Call

reblog if you are interested in starting a thread with South Park’s Pete Thelman

[parttimeg0th-blog]

1 like: one pat for Cheddar

1 reblog: one SMOOCH for cheddar

[parttimeg0th-blog]

Me, trying to get my shit straight.

Baby bat learns to fly!

[parttimeg0th-blog]

please reblog this if you are an active SOUTH PARK rp blog as of 2 MAY 2017.

i need to know everyone i should follow, i know there’s more of you out there!

[parttimeg0th-blog]

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ROLEPLAY SOUTH PARK

I need more peeps to follow that would be willing to roleplay 

[parttimeg0th-blog]

I don’t wanna just fuck you I wanna merge souls

[parttimeg0th-blog]

Hey guys, Xo here! Please LIKE or REBLOG if you wouldn’t mind interacting with MERCEDES, one of the Raisin’s Girls from SOUTH PARK.

Thanks a bunch!

[parttimeg0th-blog]

It has been a peaceful two hours of sleep. Short, yes. But Pete was out light a light. He had sat on the single bed. 

Only a few minutes, I’ll just rest my eyes. 

He had told himself. But that was never the case. It wasn’t the case his Freshman year, when Pete told himself he would finish his homework tonight. It wasn’t the case the night before his pre-calc final his Junior year. And it definitely wasn’t the case tonight. 

The fussing had started at around one in the morning. Quiet whines and babbling before ending in full blown wails. 

Pete just about cried with the baby as he leaned over the crib. With teary eyes and pouting lips, the baby looked up at him. “What’s wrong with you?” The goth asked gently, reaching into the crib and picking up the almost one year old. The child continued to whimper and cry. “Are you hungry?” As if the baby could answer him.  Adjusting the child in his arms, Pete carried him over to his little kitchen area. It was hardly a kitchen at all. “Shh, shhhhhh.” Pete cooed, gently bouncing the whimpering child in one arm, while he reached into the cupboards for formula. Yes, formula.  After warming the bottle, and getting formula all over the counter, the baby pushed it away. “So you’re not hungry.” Pete sighed, placing the bottle in the fridge for later.  He sat himself on the couch, resting the baby against his chest and cooing. The fussing wouldn’t stop, and when Pete heard the tiniest of sneezes, his heart dropped. “No...No. Please don’t be sick, pumpkin. Don’t do this to me.” Pete whispered to himself, tipping his head back against the couch, allowing a whimper of his own to escape. He felt the baby’s forehead. Yep. A fever. It took him a good hour to get the baby ready to head to the store. He had the make sure his little bundle of joy was bundled up properly and the car was warm before he took him outside.  Wal-Mart trips at 3am. Wonderful. Though Pete was tired, no, exhausted, he would run to hell and back on broken glass for his baby any day. It made Pete wonder and dwell. How can you carry a baby inside you for nine months and then not give a shit about it?  The baby was not even a month old when Natalia split on them. Pete and her had been living by themselves in the trailer. One night, he took their child with him to the store. When he came back,the only trace of her was a note. 

Pete, I can’t do this. I’m so sorry. But I can’t. I’m 20, I have my whole life ahead of me. i know you’ll find a way to take care of him.  A one night stand had left them with a baby. After that hazy night, he didn’t hear from her until a month before her due date. It was a pretty tough pill to swallow in such a short time. They weren’t even together, but Natalia abandoning them like that affected Pete more than he’d admit. 

The goth had tried to reach her for months.  [Text to Natalia]

You can’t do this??? You’re 20? I’m 17 I can’t take care of a baby by myself 

His mother was living in Denver with his stepfather. A good man. Despite knowing that they would step in and help with the baby, Pete was scared that his mother would be disappointed in him. He got a girl pregnant. Full of shame and distress, Pete opted to not tell his parents about the baby. 

[Text to Natalia]

are you fucking deadass 

And slowly, Pete faded out of his classes at school, eventually dropping out. It was only November of his senior year. What else was he supposed to do? Tell his mom and ask for help. The idea of giving his baby away was enough to make his chest clench and his heart swell.

[Text to Natalia]

please fucking answer me i don;t know what to do he wont stop crying i dont have any money i’m not prepared for a baby

Looking back, Pete realized that Natalia wasn’t nearly as involved with watching the baby as he was. It made him think that ditching them was Natalia’s plan all along. By why have a baby just to abandon him?

[Text to Natalia]

please come back 

But things had turned out alright. Sort of. Pete would have never seen himself doing this two years ago. Fucking going to Wal-Mart at three in the morning to get his son something for his cold.  Holy shit. I have a son.  Thankfully, it was nearly empty at this hour. It had been a year and none of his friends knew about the baby. Hell, not even Pete’s mom knew about him. He did, however, run into another mom and began to chat with her. Please help me.  @peauxser

[parttimeg0th-blog]

goth: breathes

mike:

@vampjockk @bl00drayne @allisonxhell

[parttimeg0th-blog]

Why so salty?

@parttimeg0th

One question: Why do you have to be like that?

[parttimeg0th-blog]

😱

@parttimeg0th

One question: Why do you have to be like that?

[parttimeg0th-blog]

I'm the bearer or truth, I'm afraid.

@parttimeg0th

One question: Why do you have to be like that?

[parttimeg0th-blog]

is eating ass goth

Obviously.

[parttimeg0th-blog]

🖤

Illustrations by Stephen Gammell from the children’s books, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (1981-1991).

[parttimeg0th-blog]

Ew

Day 15 | 365 days of music

The Chain | Fleetwood Mac