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[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multiparked   ⟶   ❛  ❛   do  you  think  you  would  ever  hurt  me  like  that ?   ❜ (kyle @ craig LMAOOO)  ❜   ╱   (  dangerous , accepting .  )

Craig answered quickly, “Of course not.”  It was hard to tell if they were taking steps forward or back.  He had always wanted Kyle to acknowledge his part in the bullshit between him and Tweek, but ow that that was happening, Kyle was, perhaps rightly, looking at him like he was a monster.  And sure, he was.  It took a special kind of fucked up to do everything he had, but at least, he regretted it.

“I’m trying to do better.”  Craig had his arms crossed over his chest, probably not the most inviting stance, but it was a habit to go on the defensive, even subconsciously, when his relationship with Tweek was brought up.  “I’ve not hurt anyone since Tweek.”

Actually, that was not entirely true.  He still got in the occasional fight here or there.  But when it came to dating, as much as he hadn’t done a lot of that seriously, he kept his fists to himself.  “Well… nobody actually important to me, anyway.”  And Tweek was important to him, and Craig learned that he didn’t enjoy being that way to the few people in the world who mattered to him.

He chuckled a little, although he knew the joke he was about to make was dreadful.  “That’s why I take everything out on the shit on the counter instead.”

[muutosarchive]

"why are you mad at me!" the strangled question leaps out of the boy's throat like a frog. he's shaking. isn't he always? steady vibration that undoubtedly always presents itself when anyone is pissed off at him. though with craig it was different. he could consider craig his only real friend, &. the prospect has chagrin building at the wetness of his eyes as he lets out a strained little noise. fingers locking onto hair with brief exclamation of discomfort. "please, i -- i need you to explain, craig! i don't understand." . . . he's begging at this point. a shameless act, a lack of conversation providing his mind little closure.

🍭 @multiparked . asked for a starter

"i can fix it, i swear!" strands crack &. break, brittle from improper treatment. panic in his chest rising like tides, &. instead of baking off they rage &. blanket everything. rational thought, senses, everything. mind a rolling picture of what would become of him should he have fucked up beyond the reasonable assumption he'd be forgiven. " -- just talk to me!"

[dustified]

@multiparked || stan && heidi || meme so how long are you going to avoid me?

━━ ˗ˏˋ “For the millionth time, I'm not avoiding you. Finals are around the corner. All of my free time has to go towards studying, you're―”

There's a short pause, to let out a mildly - frustrated huff. Heidi had found herself stretched thin this semester, having already set up both a major and a minor and taking on an extra class in hopes of shaving off a year of school. Maybe never doing that again, if she ever again wants an actual social life outside of her classmates and Stan.

Regardless, she stepped further inside, leaving the door open for Stan to follow if he wanted. He came all this way, after all, it'd be rude to turn him out.

“You're distracting, Stan, and I don't mean that in a bad way,” she finally continues, hands and eyes busy digging through her school bag for the right notebook. “I just mean that I can't focus on schoolwork when you're around. Which is nice, when I have all my studying done, but right now I just need to focus on passing my classes.”

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[no-wings-no-angel]

automatizaro…

automatizaro o estacionamento do centro…

[diresang-a]

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ selective. 21+. multi-fandom multimuse.             ✩ ━━ raven. any pronouns. 23. est.             ✩ ━━ main blog: @multiparked             ✩ ━━ carrd. headcanons. memes. ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ blog activity status.             ✩ ━━ speed: temp hiatus ( for school )             ✩ ━━ draft count: tbd             ✩ ━━ queue: paused

[supercreig]

❝ i love you. ❞ (tweek @ craig :3)

things that you want to hear.

@multiparked

Craig hoped that this was true since he had loved the man in front of him since their fourth year of college together, even allowed Tweek to stay at his place whenever he wanted to now that Craig was finally able to afford his own apartment and had also graduated from college.

However...

"There's not way..."

This all had to be a lie.

No one would ever love Craig. He was a freak with supernatural-like abilities. During a private investigation he had murdered someone without intending to do so. He had hoped no one had witnessed his accidental murder, but unfortunately there were but no one has said a word about it or turned him in to the police. Part of him was glad no one had turned him in yet, but part of him also felt he deserved to be taken in by the police, despite him actually being part of the law enforcement now. Craig has told no one about the incident. His family are unaware and so are his friends. Not even the love of his life knew unless Tweek was actually there but Craig had doubts he was there to witness Craig having accidentally murdered someone before is eyes when these unique powers of his had awoken. Craig wasn't even aware of his own unique powers until that incident.

"Tweek..." There was hesitation in his voice. Should he tell the man what the man has been capable of and what he had done? Was this really a good time? Craig also hesitated to even lay a finger on the guy. He wasn't so hesitant on it before, but since discovering what sort of ability he himself has held this entire time, he feared if he were to lay a finger on the love of his life, he might hurt him, hell even kill him.

[stmulnts]

➥ @multiparked – kenny | meme “ you don’t want to kill me. you don’t want me to die. ”

˖ ✶ ˟ ─── of course he didn't. tweek had done his fair share when it came to threats of violence― hell, he'd even kicked quite a few asses in his day― but he never actually wished death on anybody.

well, there's his parents, but that's... that's a different story.

maybe he shouldn't have made plans after therapy. maybe he'd talked about too much and whatever emotions didn't get put away properly. maybe the topics they'd gone over were still bouncing around in his head.

hands came up to his head, fingers scratching at his scalp, eyebrows furrowed. kenny wasn't the problem, he was never the problem. kenny had nothing to do with the problem. just like his therapist said; neither of them were like their parents, neither of them were at fault for what their parents did.

“ i don't. i don't. you're right. ” there's a short moment when tweek's hands grip at his hair, squeezing tight, but he lets go before that long - ingrained urge to pull on it resurfaces. his fingers are persistent, though, and instead grab at and tug on the collar of his shirt. “ i don't want you to die. that would suck. uh. a lot. ”

[howdyneighborr]

’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’ (stan @ kenny)

@multiparked; saw sentence starters -> [ x ]

Fingers poking through the ends of unraveled gloves instinctively wrapped around the loose drawstrings of his weathered coat. He ripped the cords downward with full-force frustration, zipping all but his eyes safely into the warm refuge of his tightly-sealed hood. He raised his chin just a moment later so the top half of his face disappeared inside the orange fabric and his mouth popped free. He bared his teeth in exasperation. Yeah, the joke had been shitty, but like– it was just a joke. At least as far as his friend had to be concerned.

"Stan– I didn't actually fuck your dad. I'm sorry. Can I please buy weed from him now?"

[stmulnts-a]

@multibg : someone flirting with tweek? kenny b like (makes out with him right there)

tweek's oblivious ass gettin all kinds'a blushy n embarrassed like "what the fuck ken" (affectionate)

[con5p1racy-a]

⋯⋯⋯⋯ Of course, Jasper is indeed found draped across Michael's bed with a jacket that's just a bit too big and surely can't be his, lying next to him rather than worn over his shoulders. The sleeves of his equally - too - big hoodie were pulled over his hands, thumbs poking through the self - made holes in the hems and distracted with his phone― the only thing lighting his face, aside from a back porch light shining through the cracked window, until the bedroom light is flicked on.

Phone was set aside once Michael spoke, though, so Jas could prop himself up on his elbows. “If you must know, blackbird, I was supposed to break into Tucker's place.” A blatant lie, told with a tone of blatant sarcasm and an uneven smirk. “He upgraded the locks on his windows to spite me.”

( sms: jasper 🖤 ) won't be lonely this time, at least. ( sms: jasper 🖤 ) speaking of, i'm pulling up. there better not be anything broken, alright ?

soon enough, there's the rattle of the front door's handle and the crinkle of a plastic bag. when michael doesn't see jasper anywhere in the front rooms he sighed softly ━ must still be playing in his coats, then. he kicked his shoes off and set down the bag on his kitchen counter, settling on grabbing a bottle of wine from its contents and making his way to his bedroom.

as michael twisted the bottle open, he nudged the door open to reveal jasper indeed in his room still. he leaned his shoulder against the doorway and took a drink from the bottle. with a soft sigh, he offered jasper an amused look.

            ❝ hey, gwisin. sneak into people's bedrooms when they aren't home often ? ❞

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multiparked   ⟶   ❛  ‘  gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right.  ’ (kyle @ craig LMAO)  ❜   ╱   (  gay rights , accepting .  )

Craig looked up at the sign as they passed it and rolled his eyes.  Knowing this town, somebody had read some online post about how corporations were terrible for taking down their pride stuff on July 1st, so they left it up well into the autumn months in an effort to seem more progressive than the rest of them.  He had never minded that Pride only lasted a month and actually preferred it that way.  It was people’s desire to seem progressive about The Gays that had fucked up his life for five entire years, so he wasn’t exactly as stoked on the whole ‘gay rights’ thing as other people were.  At this point, he cared about it more for Kyle’s sake than his own, wanting Kyle to stay safe and happy and not get hatecrimed, caring little about whatever happened to himself.

“Always is a bit of a stretch,” Craig deadpanned.  They were out shopping (more browsing, really), walking hand-in-hand, just something to give them both a break from their studies.  Finals weren’t too far off, and Kyle was as neurotic about them as ever, and Craig, not being able to stand another minute of it, dragged him outside.  At least, he seemed to be having fun with it now, and Craig would rather have him pointing out and giggling about obnoxious signage than whining about how he needed to be back in front of his books.

“I’d say giving you even fifty percent is pretty generous, but sure, go off.”  It was Kyle’s job to be a smug, know-it-all dickhead, and it was Craig’s to tease him and keep that ego at least marginally in check.

[dustified]

@multiparked || tweek && kenny || meme so… we’re just not going to address that?

━━ ˗ˏˋ “Nope.” Kenny's pointedly drawing his gaze away from Tweek, hands tugging his hood tighter over his head before busying them with something completely unrelated; counting a wad of cash pulled from his jeans pocket, payment from another customer collected the last time he wore these jeans.

Except, y'know, only took a couple seconds.

“. . . Fine, alright, look.” He finally turned to face him, though his eyes wouldn't look at his face just yet. “Shit happened, I said something stupid. I was crossfaded. Wasn't the first time, won't be the last.”

Maybe not an outright lie― he was high, he'd been drinking, he says a lot of stupid shit when he's fucked up. And besides, Kenny thought most people were attractive.

“So, uh, sorry.” His head dips, hood hiding the top half of his face. “I mean, I was fucked up, but that's kind've a shitty excuse.”

[wohrparking]

[monmuses]

It was his house, after all. She had grown so used to doing things for others that she often forgot where she was in terms of places. Friend's house or not, she wanted to do something. It helped get rid of that "wanting" feeling in the back of her head while she got up. Shuffling her feet, she nodded, wanting to share a snack with him.

"Sorry..." She mumbled, scratching the side of her cheek with one finger. "I'd, uh... like some crackers and chips with that, yeah. If you don't mind."

It was a partial feeling of guilt for jumping the gun so suddenly, but she eventually broke out a smile, catching his and feeling her ears move up in turn. At least he understood, right? Resting her other hand in her pocket, she stood up, wanting to follow him.

"...what kind of chips do you got?" She asked. "I'm fine with anything, honestly. Crunchy or fruity, I'll go for it."

stan offered fran a smile, gently shaking his head. as much as he knew fran liked doing it, and that she was just nice in that way━ well, she was his guest right now. and the way he was raised, guests didn't have to do things like that━ make food, get drinks, clean up, etc. that was stan's job at the moment, or his mom's. she was always the same way, doing nice things just because she liked to.

            ❝ i know you do, but you're at my house, fran. i can get you a snack. we can share something, if you want, ❞ stan offered. he set his guitar off to the side next to himself and stood up from his bed. he made his way towards his bedroom door, tugging the door open before he turned towards fran.

            ❝ whatcha feel like snacking on ? i know we got some like, salami and crackers. . . mom cut up some fruit earlier, apples i think. we got just chips if you're feeling a little less fancy. ❞ stan watched her with a smile, leaning back against the doorway as he waited for her answer.