#argyle park

[oldfatwarlock]

1. I’m just high by Pixey

2. Addiction by Skinny Puppy

3. Feel by Electrostatic

4. Agony by Argyle Park

5. Highway to the Sun by the Milwaukees

6. I never did much studying so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. Anything by Oingo Boingo. I just don’t need to hear any of their songs anymore, but they were my absolute favorite once upon a time.

8. Lonesome, Ornry, and Mean by Waylon Jennings

9. Stranger Danger by Ayria

10. Mountain Song by Jane’s Addiction

22. Wolf Totem by The Hu

That’s plenty. 28 questions is a little much. 😄

[the-visual-chronicle]

Argyle Park

Taken with a Fujifilm X-T5 and XF 70-300mm OIS WR lens

[steviesbicrisis]

Steve: from now on, we’ll be using code names. You can address me as "Eagle One".

Steve: Nancy, code name: "Been There, Done That"

Steve: Eddie is "Currently Doing That"

Steve: Jonathan is "It Happened Once In A Dream"

Steve: Argyle code name is "If I Had To Pick A Bro"

Steve: Robin is… "Eagle Two"

Robin: oh thank God

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 45

part 1 | part 44 | ao3

Nancy, Jonathan, and some guy with the longest hair Steve's ever seen are standing in a loose circle with Eddie and his bandmates, talking and sort of dance-nodding along to The Power of Love by Huey Lewis (a fact that Steve absolutely intends to mock his boyfriend for the second he gets the chance), and Steve, like, mentally girds his loins.

He and Jon are cool with each other, and he and Eddie are obviously, uh, plenty warmed up to one another by now, but the rest of them...

One's a stranger, one's an ex who seems drunk as shit and is currently so invested in spinning around to the music that she hasn't opened her eyes to notice him, and the other three are thawing to him at a truly glacial pace. Steve hasn't so much as been invited to watch a rehearsal yet because Eddie's 'still working on them' and needs 'a bit more time, but don't worry, they'll come around.'

They don't openly scowl when he and Robin approach, though, so Steve takes that as a win.

"Harrington!" Eddie calls, bowing deeply to add, "Lady Buckley."

Steve would feel stung by the surname if not for how downright giddy Eddie sounds. God, he loves tipsy Eddie; fucking Disney cartoon boy.

"Munson," he plays along, giving him a sly grin and a shoulder bump as he sidles up next to him. "Didn't know you were allowed to leave the basement at these things."

Jeff interrupts his air-guitaring to glare at Steve, bur Eddie holds out a hand and assures him that Steve's just fucking around. Before Steve can apologize or defend himself, Long Hair Guy leans in across the circle, his eyes wide and intense and bloodshot to hell.

"Dude," he greets. "You have. Such beautiful hair."

Steve barks a laugh. Robin rolls her eyes. Jonathan also rolls his eyes, but it seems more fond and less annoyed. "Can't take you anywhere," he mutters to the guy, then asks them, "You guys met Argyle yet?"

Steve holds out a hand. Confusion washes over him as he processes what Jonathan just said. "Uh." Argyle. "Like the sweater?"

"Yeah, man," Argyle smiles, dopey and slow. Sure. The guy in head-to-toe tie-dye and a neon green fanny pack is named Argyle. Why not? "My parents wanted a sheep, but they got me, instead."

Jonathan laughs like it's the funniest joke he's ever heard. Steve's pretty sure he's too sober for this conversation.

They exchange handshakes, and Robin asks if she can touch the guy's hair, and they all slip into easy, friendly conversation, naturally splintering into smaller groups of twos and threes. Steve's just getting the rundown on all the 'sick new gear' the band got for Christmas when the song changes, and god, this night just could not get better.

"Oh, fuck off!" Eddie groans in the DJ's direction.

Steve has to practically swallow his lips to keep himself from cackling, and then he gives up and does it, anyway, because Eddie looks like he just sucked a lemon while watching a dog die as his bandmates all start sing-shouting along. "We're talking away..."

"No." Eddie wheels around and points a finger at Steve, because Steve's singing, too.

Steve just sings louder. "I don't know what, I'm to say!"

"Oh, my god." He scrubs a hand down his face, dragging the skin down until Steve can see the pale pink of his inner eyelid. "Nobody I know has any goddamn taste!"

"Maybe you don't have any taste!" Robin teases, bouncing around and swinging her arms haphazardly to the music.

Nancy backs her up with a mumbled "Yeah!" but she's still spinning around in such tight circles that Steve doubts she has a single clue what's happening in the argument right now. Which is kind of endearing, actually. He likes how willing she is to stick up for people.

The chorus kicks in; Gareth air-drums the switch to half time just before Frank does an honestly super impressive falsetto of 'in a day or twoooooo', and Eddie despairs while Steve laughs his fucking head off.

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part 46

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[kuno-korner]

fartspear

[ash-arts-a-thing]

These aren’t recent, they’re from last year. I found a bunch of art and full on comics for SP and these from the Pony Park AU while going through my folder that I just never posted. So I’m posting these now at least

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N walks in to find Elly still writing…

Y/N: burning the midnight oil, aunt Elly?

Elly: hey when inspiration hits…

Y/N looks at Elly’s screen…

Y/N: ‘good dancer with a cute butt?’

Elly: it says…cube butt

Y/N: Aiden’s gonna have a field day with this

Later, Aiden walks into Elly’s office…

Aiden: honey I do not have a cube butt!

[soinspiredbyyou]

Incorrect Argylle Quotes

Aidan: Not to worry, I have a permit.

Elly: This is just a word document that says “I can do what I want.”

Another collab with @zizzya!

[Images courtesy of FanCaps]

[pervertedreams]

Thinking about just relaxing splayed on both Argyle an Eddie's lap in the back of one of their vans. Just laying there without lifting a finger. They roll the blunt for you, feed you snacks, maybe even cooperate to take your clothes off...

ugh oh my god, and i feel like argyle’s van is always the hangout spot for y’all cause it’s a bit bigger and surprisingly cleaner than eddie’s, and you’re right you don’t have to lift a finger if you don’t want too.

the three of you are in the back of argyle’s van SLUMP. you’re laid up in between the two long-haired men, and they couldn’t be more satisfied. that is until it came to preparing the blunt, arguing over who’s bettet at rolling, and now they’re looking at you for confirmation on who’s better. you try getting yourself out of it but you know it’s no use. you bite your lip, holding back your confession as you share a look between both boys. eventually you admit that it’s eddie, he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek before taking the weed and wrapping paper from argyle.

at some point the three of you get the munchies, driving over to the pizza shop argyle works at and getting yourselves a free pizza. you crawl to the back of his van again, you yelp at the playful slap eddie’s gives your ass, and giggle when you fall back into argyle’s lap.

they’re feeding you pizza, teasing you with it by hanging it over your mouth, or pulling it when you try taking a bite. once the pizza is gone you guys finish the blunt.

the buzz has kicked in all three of you even heavier now, and they look way prettier than usual, everything feels hazy and dream-like. the way the orange hues of the setting sun bounces off of their complexions makes them look almost godlike. you can help it when you’re lazily straddling argyle’s thighs, placing a slow and messy kiss to his lips. you can’t help but grin at the lingering taste of pizza on his tongue. it’s gross but sort of sweet at the same time, maybe it’s just cause you like him. you press your chest flush against his, deepening the kiss. his warm palms find your hips, and slowly start guiding you into a rocking motion. not even a minute later, you can feel his hard on against your inner thigh.

and eddie is drinking it all in, taking a last puff of his blunt before throwing the roach in a random ashtray argyle had laying around. his lids are heavy, eyes red and infested with lust. watching the way you fuck yourself against your shared boyfriend, how argyle is already a panting and whining mess. i never takes him long, and he’s never been afraid of being vocal.

“fuck man, i needa let my hard on free.” his california accent, males both you and eddie chuckle and he’s pausing the kissing to tug down at his pants. before you know it, your chin is caught by eddie’s finger and now your sloppy kisses has transferred to him. you’re still on top of argyle and he’s found a way to get his pants off without you moving much, and it doesn’t take you long before you’ve rid yourself of your pants as well. playfully throwing them at eddie.

he takes no time in rutting his hips up against yours, desperate and needy for any friction. your head falls back in relief, and his clothed shaft keeps nudging at your puffy clit. a strained moan escapes your lips when eddie starts nibbling and sucking at your neck. eventually you look over at him, eyes low but irritated. “take something off.” you’re whining, tugging at the waistband of his jeans.

he smirks before nodding his head towards argyle, “in a minute baby. i wanna watch.”

[oldfatwarlock]

Been listening to this since, like, 1994 and only just today heard a lyric I haven’t been able to understand this whole time!

“I’m here, yet I am ignored”

29 years and only today do I hear the word “ignored” in the lyrics. 🤦‍♂️

[urfavesarequadranted]

Terrance Henry Stoot and Phillip Niles Argyle from South Park are moirails!

[upside-down-low]

the way we are going to get a whole eddie prequel novel before getting argyle or vickie’s last name

[evershiftingmuse]

So I'll be adding Alan Grant from Jurassic Park and Aidan Wilde from Argylle to my muses.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 46

part 1 | part 45 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

Somewhere around the second chorus, Nancy finally stops twirling, head down and eyes closed as she wobbles dangerously in place — Steve can see Jon tensing just in case he needs to jump in and save her from busting her ass — and when she looks up, her eyes lock on Steve like she's seeing him for the first time in forty years.

“Steeeeeve!” she slurs, smile sloshing over her features like a splash of spilled punch.

Good god. “Hey, Nance.”

She reaches over and paws at his arm, a swiping motion like she's either about to yank him in for a hug or wipe some lint off his sleeve, and says, “Steve, I— I, um- can- can we...?”

With a determined look in her glossy eyes, she pitches forward and slams into him. Steve goes flopping backward into a squishy leather armchair and lands with a lapful of Nancy. Nancy Wheeler, the ex who dumped him at a party not unlike this one. Who left him for a guy standing a foot and a half away.

Who's snickering into the crook of his neck now as she clings to his shoulders to try and stop herself from slinking sideways to the floor.

Steve throws Eddie and Jonathan matching looks — something between 'this okay?' and 'what the actual fuck?' — but Jon just shrugs like what're ya gonna do? and Eddie gives him a quick wink and turns his attention back to the boys.

Super helpful, Ed. Thanks so fucking much.

“Hiii,” Nancy giggles, looping her arms tighter around his neck to hold herself upright. It should seem flirty, but it doesn’t, somehow. Feels more like… sisterly concern?

Feels fucking weird, is what.

“Hi,” he says a little stiffly, his arms hovering in a loose bracket on either side of her in case she topples. He feels a little bad for being standoffish when she's in a sweet and friendly mood; doesn't want to be a buzzkill, but he doesn't exactly know what to do with an armful of happy-go-lucky hammered Nance.

Never did, really, because he couldn’t ever tell when it was genuine or not. Which was kinda the whole problem, wasn’t it?

Nancy pokes at the edge of the frown he didn't realize he was making. "Aw, don't..." she mumbles with a wounded little sound, her eyes sliding over his face, head bobbling like she's standing on the deck of a ship. “Or do," she hiccups and swallows a burp. Her lower lip trembles. "I prob'ly deser— deserve it."

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He would've killed for this conversation twelve months ago; would've killed to hear it sober and asking for him back.

Now he mostly feels bad for making her feel bad, even though she’s not exactly wrong. Maybe she did deserve it, once. But not here; not now. “No, you don’t,” he sighs and lets his arm skim her waist. “You don’t. You should be enjoying the party, I’m sorry.”

She protests with an almost violent shake of her head. “No,” she insists, overenunciating the word. “No. I do. I was…"

She straightens her spine and stares at him like she's trying to bore a hole through his head; like this is important. Like there's a cut on her hand and gasoline in the carpet. "I was bullshit.” She jabs her pointer finger against her breastbone. “I was.”

Steve blinks at her. Feels tears bead in his eyes and slither into his sinuses. Gently, he reaches out and pushes down on the back of her hand; guides it away from her chest until it falls back to her lap.

“Think maybe we both were,” he offers with a quiet sniff. Takes a second to just breathe, sharp and wet through his nose. “Thank you, though. For saying that. Means a lot.”

Her eyes still look sad, but the corners of her mouth lift in a small, hopeful tick. “It does?”

“Yeah.”

Across the room, someone clambers onto a kitchen counter and hollers, "Hey! Listen up!"

The music pauses; the moment breaks. The crowd turns to the guy, who cups his hands around his mouth and announces, “Fifteen minutes to midnight! Find your make-out buddy, folks!"

Commotion as everyone scrambles to pair up: Nancy looks at Jonathan and stumbles off Steve’s lap; Gareth stares forlornly at a girl over by the stairs; Frank purses his lips and tells Jeff to start puckerin’, princess, and Jeff laughs and shoves him with a playful "fuck off, dude."

Eddie’s only got eyes for Steve.

He’s staring right at him, eyes lit up with desire; twinkling stars in deep woods. “Get a refill with me?” he asks as he offers Steve a hand.

Steve stands and does his best not to sway into Eddie’s arms.

“Oh, my god," Robin mutters over the rim of her cup, "so we’re not seeing you two again tonight."

“What was that?” Steve asks. Eddie sticks his tongue out at her.

“Nothing, dinguses,” she sighs. “Happy new year.”

Steve wishes her the same, reaching out to link their pinkies and giving hers a quick squeeze. Pinky hug; love you, too. As he and Eddie shuffle past, Steve sees Argyle turn to Robin and casually try to shoot his shot.

“Hey, pretty bird lady…” he starts.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Robin responds by making crazy eyes and bleating out a nervous laugh that roughly translates to sorry sorry sorry sorry and never in a million years; Steve's tempted to lean over and clap a hand over her mouth to put her out of her gay misery, but Argyle's the most chill dude on the planet, apparently, because he doesn't even seem fazed.

“No sweat, my guy,” he shrugs and extends a closed hand. “Midnight fist bump instead?”

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part 47

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