#eric stough

[mattsdae]

i hate to be the bearer of bad news but i think that unmuffled kenny voice clip (the one from the spice melange episode) is actually eric stough 🫣

ok well good thing i want to fuck eric stough too

[tootern2345]

From a November 1997 issue of Animation Magazine

[bkenber]

'South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut' - One of the Best Musicals Ever!

Walt Disney Pictures has released many classic animated movies over the years, but none of them compare to the sheer anarchic lunacy of Trey Parker and Matt Stone’s “South Park: Bigger, Longer, & Uncut.” While “Beauty and the Beast, “Aladdin” and “The Lion King” have given us songs not easily forgotten, so many other Disney animated musicals have only stayed in our minds for so long before they…

[real-south-park-confessions]

I wish Kenny would of had more scenes of him talking (With Eric Stough) I think his voice is very calming to suit his more sentimental side of him.

[11x13kyle]

Hot take: butter and cartman are by far more of m+t’s self inserts than stankyle ever have been. I know its the truth, i just know it

cartman is fair to say esp in recent years bc trey has literally admitted that he speaks in his ear like the green goblin but butters being matt is certainly a take! begging you to elaborate on this

[mabelstone]

Beloved

matt stone x reader

summary: chapter six of Professor Stone

word count: 3064

note: i tried to incorporate all of your ideas and my next post will be crediting you all! not super happy with the start but i hope the ending satisfies you as much as it did me 😌 next chap will be the final </3 hence why this was a longer one xx

also eric is eric stough (i know he's nothing like the character portrayed in this but go along with it) not cartman. i would like to make that VERY clear.

masterlist can be found here <3

Thankfully, figuring a way to make your taboo love affair work didn't involve having to drop calculus. You thanked your lucky stars for that one. You'd since had to relocate your... sessions though, as a few of your cocky classmates raised their suspicions in class.

It went a little something like:

"Alright, before you all finally get out of here, any further questions?" Your professor queried to the class, leaning carelessly against his desk as he always did. It was strange, his arrogance used to make you roll your eyes but now it caused your heart to squeeze painfully and your cheeks ache from smiling.

"Actually, yeah, I have a question." Someone from the back of the class spoke, sitting next to Trey and a few of their other friends, gaining the attention of most of the class. Your professor waited expectantly, unamused by the way Trey and his friends were suppressing laughter. "How come Y/N stays back after, like, every single class? It just seems a bit weird."

You felt your cheeks glow red as the eyes of your classmates turned to you instead, your heart rate beginning to pick up. Hushed murmurs rose throughout the room, your professor clearing his throat with arms folded across his chest. You quickly glanced over to him, but his eyes never moved from the boys at the back of the room. It was like power play for him, he was near impossible to crack. "Are you suggesting something? Because if you're going to be a smart ass in my class, you could at least have the balls to enlighten us."

You looked up at Matt with pleading eyes, praying he would just dismiss the class so you could all go home and forget about this. But then you remembered who was in charge here, and he was not looking at you. You sunk into your seat, overwhelmingly embarrassed as you heard Trey and his friends laughing. Your professor remaining uneasily calm as he approached the boys' table.

"Come on wise guy, tell me what your hypothesis is," he taunted, voice composed, almost condescending.

Another one of the males, Eric, spoke up in a similarly cocky tone, "well, we all think you're screwing her." The next part he said under his breath, making your heart sink and your stomach turn; "which is strange... we thought she was frigid 'cause she blue balled Trey a few times."

Just like that, Matt's fuse blew. "Everyone out, now." He commanded angrily, pupils blown, hands balled into fists. The class collected their things, piling out without hesitation. The boys from the back started packing up with shit-eating grins, evoking a very stern, "uh-uh. You three stay. You too, Y/N," from your professor.

You stayed in your seat, absolutely dumbfounded at what just happened. Trey looked just as embarrassed as you, not humoured by the situation anymore. He moved to sit in the chair next to you while Matt instructed his goons to move to the front as well.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Trey spoke hushed, sympathetically. He grabbed your hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin as you sat frozen in disbelief. "I didn't know he was gonna say that, I'm-"

"Hands off her, Parker," your professor scolded, leaning his back against his desk with folded arms again. The four of you were lined up in front of him like high schoolers in detention, and you could tell Matt was secretly loving every moment of it.

"See, dude! He is fucking her," one of them snickered, the other (Dian was his name, maybe) joining in, throwing his hands up in defence.

"No shade, sir, everyone's thought about fucking her at least once." He continued, sizing you up with his eyes. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unable to make eye contact with anyone. Usually, you'd bite back, but when they were actually close to finding the truth - the truth that could get you expelled and your controversial love interest fired - you couldn't even think straight. "Trey's the only lucky one who's been close enough this year, at least. Oh, besides you, sir. But you don't mind sloppy seconds, right?"

He grabbed the cocky student's desk, ripping it out from in front of him and practically throwing it across the room. "You do not speak about her like that. And you definitely do not disrespect me like that," he shouted loud, veins bulging from his neck and forehead. "The next one of you to open your mouth will be sorry, and I promise that." Eric and Dian had stopped laughing at this point, realising they'd maybe taken it too far.

Matt straightened up, satisfied with the painful silence that filled the room now. He took a deep breath to compose himself, clearing his throat before continuing. "Apologise to her," he instructed, secretly humoured.

"I'm really so sorry, Y/N," Trey apologised immediately and Matt had to put all of his energy into not bursting out laughing. Instead he nodded to the next in line, Eric, with pursed lips and the perfect poker face.

"R-really?" Eric quirked with a raised brow, this whole situation feeling as degrading as Matt intended. "Um, sorry... Y/N."

"Again, like you mean it," your professor commanded, eyes dark, the faintest grin on his lips. He was loving this. It kind of turned you on.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Eric mumbled, refusing to make eye contact like a child who just got scolded by his mother in front of his friends. Satisfied, Matt's eyes narrowed in on Dian.

"I have nothing to apologise for, dude," Dian scoffed, leaning back in his seat to get a good look at you. "Y/N, is he at least any good?"

Again, your face flushed the deepest red, eyes wide, that sick feeling hitting you like a truck once more. You nearly choked on nothing, eyes immediately begging for Matt to speak up.

"Well done," your professor started with a wide grin, yet there was nothing friendly about his tone. "You'll be hearing from the dean, and you will be removed from my class for sexual harassment. You'll have to retake this class, which isn't until next year. That is, if the dean doesn't expel you on the spot. And trust me, I will try my hardest to make that happen."

"I didn't sexually harass anyone, fuckwit," Dian bit back, even his friends were now shocked at his behaviour. Little did your professor know, he bumped a few lines before coming to class, his inflated ego clearly a result of that. "Besides, I'm graduating next month and final grades have been released."

"You clearly don't understand how any of this works," Matt laughed, all eyes in the room on him. "Next month, you will watch all of your friends graduate, while you are held back another year, or hopefully, kicked out of your degree."

"I'll just drop out then," Dian shrugged. The look on Matt's face made you want to rip his clothes off then and there and have your way with him.

"Good, that'll save me a lot of work, and save you a lot of time as you're clearly not gonna go far in life," Matt seethed, waving his hand dismissively. "Get out of here, better to not waste time or resources on dead heads." The three of them got up and left, Dian spewing a stream of curse words and insults to your professor, only making him laugh incredulously as Dian's friends dragged him out of the theatre.

Once they left, Matt walked over to your desk, kneeling before you. You still had a shocked look on your face, unable to fathom what the fuck all of that was. "You okay, doll?" He spoke gently, a stark contrast to the tone he barked just seconds ago. You just nodded, blinking up at him expressionless. "As long as you're with me, nobody will get away with that."

"We aren't together though, Matt." You sighed with a hint of sadness in your tone as you continued, "I graduate in a month. What happens then? I wont be able to just stay after class."

"I've been thinking about that," he started, taking your hands in his, solemn glazing his eyes as he paused before speaking again. "I want you to be mine. I want everyone to know you're off limits."

You smiled weakly at this, reaching a hand up to cup his face. His attitude had completely changed. It was gentle and sincere, holding your hands as if they'd smash into pieces with any more applied pressure. "I wanna be yours too," you agreed, slowly leaning forward until your lips hovered millimetres away from one another. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, before pressing the warmest, sweetest kiss to your mouth, smiling into it.

"Come to my house," he offered against your lips. You pulled back for a moment, thinking it through. You looked up at him again, nodding sheepishly in agreement. You didn't know why the thought of being in his space made you so nervous. Maybe because it was all becoming too real?

You stayed back for a bit, listening to him talk to the dean on the phone, dramatising the altercation with Dian... he really wanted him expelled. He gave you a reassuring smile as he wrapped up the phone call, seemingly satisfied with himself. The way he smiled at you made your heart flutter. You hoped he felt it too.

"Appreciate it, sir. You too, bye-bye." He hung up with an exaggerated exhale, eyes wide, causing a small giggle to fall from your lips. "C'mere, bring your phone," he beckoned you over with his fingers, rolling back in his chair for you to sit in his lap. Once you did, you unlocked your phone and he took it from you, adding his number to your contacts. He made his contact name, "Matt ❤️," before laughing and erasing the heart. Once you took your phone back, you added the heart again, feeling him huff a soft breath against your neck.

"I want to shower before I come over, I better head off," you turned to face him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before standing up, being held back by a firm grip around your wrist.

"I'll walk you to your car," he offered, standing up as well as if to make the decision for you.

"Are you nuts?" You laughed, dismissing him with the shake of your head. "After that shit? I appreciate it, but I'm a big girl. I'll just see you later."

"No, fuck them." He retorted, grabbing his own belongings before turning off the lights. "For all anyone else knows, you're shaken up from the harassment, and would feel safer with a big, strong man with you."

"My knight in shining armour," you mocked with a faux swoon, earning an eye roll from your professor.

“Don’t push it,” he warned, turning off the lights in the hall before walking you out.

You didn’t speak much on the walk to your car, though a warm, secure feeling lingered in the space between you. You’d never been out of the theatre together and it felt almost domestic having him walk you to your car. It was pretty late as your class ended at 7pm; nearly everyone had left the campus, give or take a few.

“Text me, okay? I’ll be home in like, thirty minutes.” He opened your door for you, causing a pretty pink blush to paint across your cheeks. He was leaning one arm on the side of your car, head tilted down at you as you climbed in the front seat. He was wearing that black fitted button up that made your cervix beg to be assaulted. The contours of his face were illuminated under the single street light, his bicep bulging against the cotton confines of his shirt. You could've ripped his clothes off and taken him right then and there, but any chance of that happening was interrupted by a gentle tap of your car roof, and hushed words of, "see ya' later, pretty girl."

You went home, shaving every inch of your body, absolutely dousing yourself in perfume. You didn't have to put in work for uni - it was uni. This, however, was very different. This was your professors' home, the most intimate location you could possibly spend time together in. Hoping to seem nonchalant and disguise your anxiety, you threw on your prettiest sundress; a short lilac number with slightly frilled hemming. Your hair was in a simple half up half down style with minimal make up on. You thought you looked pretty. You hoped he would think the same.

The drive to Matt's place was quicker than you expected. Your heart was pounding so hard, you were worried you'd crack a rib. It was so bizarre to you that you were so nervous, despite the fact that you had slept with him more times than you could count on both hands. You raised a shaky fist to his large wooden front door, knocking twice. The door swung open almost immediately, and you were met with the gap-toothed smile you'd grown so fond of.

"Woah, you were just waiting by the door, huh?" You teased as he opened it for you, brazenly sizing you up with his eyes.

"It's not every night I get visitors this beautiful." He ushered you in to his home, which was beautiful and smelt so nice. "Hope you're hungry." You sat at the kitchen table that was set with two plates and two wine glasses. He'd prepared restaurant quality chicken and vegetables, and although quite a simple dish, it looked amazing, and the fact that he'd made it for you made you feel all fuzzy inside. You'd eat burnt toast if it meant you could share dinner with him.

A few glasses of wine in and you were all gooey inside. Everything was warm, everything made you happy.

"What?" He smiled, infatuated by the way your flushed cheeks accentuated your drunken smile, your sweet giggles the prettiest sound he'd heard all year.

"Nothin', just happy," you murmured, bringing the wine glass to your lips once again.

You were sitting beside one another on his couch, your legs entwined as he sat with his arms draped over the edge. He looked absolutely delectable; facial hair neatly grown out, short curls atop his head, wearing a navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscles just right.

"I meant what I said earlier," he started, green eyes piercing your own, before continuing, "I want to be with you."

Your cheeks burned a deeper hue of red, this time not a result of your inebriation. "I wanna be with you too... but how? Can't you lose your job?"

"Not once you graduate," he shrugged nonchalantly, throwing back the remaining wine in his glass. "How long is that? Like, a month? I can wait."

You set your wine down on the coffee table across from you, moving to straddle him where he sat. His hands instinctively found your hips, your lips connecting gently, moving perfectly in sync. You moved your lips to his neck, gently sucking on the warm skin, marking him with dark purple prints of your lips. His warm fingers travelled up under your dress, already hooked into your underwear, urging you to remove the barrier between your flesh and his. You stood up, slipping them off as he unzipped his pants, sliding them down enough that he could free his already painfully hard cock.

You immediately climbed back onto him, feeling it occasionally bob against your heat. He'd had you riled up the whole time, and you'd clearly had the same effect on him. He spat on his fingers before gingerly spreading it over your entrance, allowing you to line yourself up and slowly sink down onto it. A lewd whimper escaped your flushed lips as you threw your head back, adjusting to the delicious stretch you felt. He let out a low groan of his own, his usual desperate, bruise producing touch replaced with the foreignly gentle guidance of your hips. Knees flat against the couch with your thighs clinging to either side of his, you pushed yourself up his length with your toes, sinking back down deeper this time. Your lips naturally found one another again, parting in invitation for his tongue. Your tongues wrestled in the most gentle manner, absolutely no haste in your actions. You took the time to explore each other, tasting every inch of your mouths as you shared soft breaths and satisfied moans. His hands trailed up your back, moving his lips to your collarbones where he placed soft kisses, tongue dragging along your warm skin. He reached his peak fast after you increased your pace, the warm wet feeling of your arousal sending him over the edge within minutes. The most holy sound you'd ever heard departed his lips as finished inside of you, his hooded eyes not leaving yours once.

He moved you onto your back in one swift motion, hiking your legs up over his shoulders as he knelt off the edge of the couch. He slipped two fingers into your sopping core with ease, languidly lapping at your sensitive clit. Your hands nestled in his hair, lightly raking through his curls as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. His nose occasionally brushing the sensitive area as he so tenderly bought you to climax, your legs tensing around his face as a mirage of ecstasy washed over you. You mewled his name in the way he imagined an angel would, working you through your orgasm in a way you'd never experienced. You weren't sure you'd understood the term love making until now.

You wanted everyone to know how he made you feel, and he, the way you made him feel.

He pulled up his pants and climbed back onto the couch beside you, pulling your body flush against his, his pounding heart echoing in your ear as you caught your breath and came back to earth from cloud nine.

As you felt his heart rate slow against your cheek, he spoke up. "Stay the night. You can borrow some of my clothes."

You laughed to yourself before saying, "I hoped you'd ask. I packed clothes... they're in my car."

[shpadoinkle-day]

yesterday I went through the south park production blog and some of my favorite moments were

1. trey and matt making pancakes breakfast for the crew pre-season

2. post season homoeroticism (oh to work on SP and have Trey slap me on the ass)

3. finding out mike mcmahan (of solar opposites fame) actually worked on SP as a production assistant

4. eric stough playing with legos and having the complete opposite feelings towards it than trey

5. the daily group hug

6. the mcrib challenge

7. matt and trey playing videogames together whenever they don't have work to do (bonus for trey working on his birthday and getting a big nice cake from his team, pics in the blog)

8. them getting their clothes washed because they're so busy

9. and so much more

source

[craigfan42]

smash or pass eric stough

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH PLEEEAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I’m begging.

[mattsdae]

pred/prey matt truthers rise up he literally chased eric stough thru the sp offices with zero remorse. matt please i volunteer to be the little man u try to hunt down every now and then

he’s a feral beast irl cuz i’ve read so many stories where he chases someone down lol. like the one where eric pissed him off for some reason and he locked himself in his car out of fear. or when eric accidentally pushed matt so he followed him to the hallway outside of a party and tackled him, beating the shit out of him. the man loves a good chase and considering he likes running/jogging, he probably has an insane stamina while being pretty fast.

[southpark-source]

Paramount+ has announced a new South Park special event that is headed to the streamer later this month. South Park: Joining the Panderverse will debut Friday, October 27, in the U.S. and Canada and Saturday, October 28, in the UK and Australia with further international markets to follow.

South Park: Joining the Panderverse follows the first four South Park exclusive events – South Park: Post Covid, South Park: Post Covid: The Return of Covid, South Park The Streaming Wars and South Park The Streaming Wars Part 2. All four are available to stream on Paramount+.

In South Park: Joining the Panderverse, Cartman’s deeply disturbing dreams portend the end of the life he knows and loves. The adults in South Park are also wrestling with their own life decisions as the advent of AI is turning their world upside down.

Last year, South Park the series celebrated the 25th anniversary of its August 13, 1997 debut on Comedy Central. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny were first seen in the animated short The Spirit of Christmas, and from there were launched into television history.

Building on MTV Entertainment Studios’ megadeal with co-creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker, South Park has been renewed on Comedy Central through 2027, taking cable’s longest-running scripted series through an unprecedented 30th season.

Parker and Stone executive produce, along with Anne Garefino and Frank C. Agnone II. Eric Stough, Adrien Beard, Bruce Howell and Vernon Chatman are producers. Christopher Brion is the Creative Director of South Park Digital Studios. 

Check out the teaser above and key art below.

[a-magical-evening]

Revenge of the Roadkill Rabbit (Short 1999) Featuring Trey Parker as Father Rabbit (credited Juan Schwartz) and Matt Stone as Hippie #2 (voice, uncredited). Directed by Eric Stough and Gray Hoof.

[goakoneko]

All references in the south park episode “A very crappy Christmas” (season 4 episode 17). This may not be all of them since I didn't do any research or re-watch the episode to find any references. I just kinda saw it and was like “oh, I should put that down” so yeah.

The short being called “the spirit of Christmas”.

That was one of the first animated shorts made by Matt and Trey in 1992. I just think it's really cool that they are referencing it now 8 years later. (when the episode was made/ put out) they didn't just reference it. they put the actual film at the end

2.It being in stop motion.

The spirit of Christmas was in stop motion.

3. Butters making the stop-motion cut outs.

Fun fact: Butters is actually based on the animation director Eric Stough so I think it's cool that they made butters to be the one making the cut outs and art. its also funny because Butters is known as the art kid

4. Stan and Kyle being the main ones to make the short

Stan and Kyle are based off of the two main creators of south park Matt and trey so obviously they are going to be the main ones to be producing the animation

5. After Cartman left, Stan did his voice.

Like I said, the two boys are based off of the two creators. Kyle being based off of Matt and Stan being based off of Trey. Trey actually is the voice actor for Cartman so again it's pretty ironic to see that played out here.

[candyunicornsateme]

Which of Kenny's three voice actors do you personally think sounds most like 'him'? I like the bit of roughness in Eric Judge's voice but I think my favourite might be Eric Stough's interpretation

Ooh, that's a good question. Had to go give his lines a good listen.

Well I think I agree and I also like Eric Stough's voice on him and I feel like it's the most like "him", assuming you meant Mike Judge... because if not I'm missing something hahah.

Either way, his line at the end of the movie (done by Judge) is very cute, but I do like Stough's voice on him especially in the later stuff, like Kenny's internal line "I don't have a machine to play Fallen Order on". Eric Stough's got a bit more of a like... smooth, relaxed vibe I think.

I do like Matt's too (maybe a given since...who else would do it since he does the muffled lines lmao), like one of my fav lines is "dude, fuck this let's bail", but you can easily hear Kyle and Butters in some places.

It's hard to describe voices. I suppose I do like a more mellow, "mature" voice for Kenny. That's like my headcanon-y idea of it, even more so for my grown up hcs.

Like no matter how you may see Kyle, you know his voice would (does?) get more shrill in moments, like if really ranting or something, but I don't imagine Kenny's would. Instead maybe gets lower if he's that serious or pissed. But don't give too much weight to that because I generally imagine Kenny's voice to be jovial and light, but not quite in the same range as Kyle's. So yeah, love the vibe and smoother tone of Eric Stough's lines. I think that's more "him". ;v;

ALSO... if maybe you want a more really specific line that’s the most “him” to me, also big fan of the “what the fuck” of Mysterion falling out of character hahaha. And that “not the socks” one. 

Lmao thanks for letting me ramble about this, even if I'm kinda biased and of course I like all of Kenny's voiced lines. There's not a lot of variation to really analyze obviously, but I hope it's still interesting. I really love talking about it even if it's stuff I said before.

[rockshrimp1989]

For #2, I present Trey's guest appearance on Dice Tower😁🎲 I love how passionate and knowledgeable he is about board games, how he also uses them as a creative outlet, and how he gives us a bit of an insider's look of their gaming group at SPS (particularly with how Eric Stough tends to screw up their chances of escaping in Sub Terra, which made me chuckle!😂)

"So the kinda games that I like to play are games that are...where you get to create your own narrative...We like games that basically have a point...Because I have a big D&D background, I grew up playing D&D, and then that's how I got into it. And then, I think that's how I also got into South Park, because I was basically always the DM. So I was always having to make up stories, and having to - and doing a lot of stuff on the fly like that."

[not-siri]

Imo it’s funnily and sadly true to Kenny that all of the main 5 have real life adult “versions” that, excluding the person Kenny is based on, are publicly known and associated with south park (Trey, Matt, Matt Karpman, and Eric Stough)

[thmollusk]

ERIC STOUGH WAS IN ORGAZMO???????