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are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?

Sun, 13 May 2012 23:57:36 -0600

Most likely not.

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Since we’re talking about video games.. Filmore doesn’t play them. His parents never...

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:46:17 -0600

Since we’re talking about video games.. Filmore doesn’t play them. His parents never bought him consoles. His dad thinks its a waste of time and a distraction from “Filmore’s” goals.

totallytrippingballs: da-manderson: [and she loves babies :Db] [Lol I know she does. She can take...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:32:17 -0600

totallytrippingballs:

da-manderson:

[and she loves babies :Db]

[Lol I know she does. She can take him under her wing~ He’d get so annoyed haha]

[pffffyesss

“IKE MY CHILD.”

”..aw shit..” ]

totallytrippingballs: [Porsche’s gonna have a field day with him xD He’s the babiest out of all the...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:29:45 -0600

totallytrippingballs:

[Porsche’s gonna have a field day with him xD He’s the babiest out of all the babies]

[and she loves babies :Db]

totallytrippingballs: [They’re babies c: Omg this means Ike can have more sex talks from Porsche...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:28:17 -0600

totallytrippingballs:

[They’re babies c:

Omg this means Ike can have more sex talks from Porsche loool cause new-Ike is still a virgin discounting that one time in kindergarten that he doesn’t like to talk about]

[OH MY GAWD YES. poor ike xD]

totallytrippingballs: [Ikemore will always hold a special place in my heart, even though I love...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:23:19 -0600

totallytrippingballs:

[Ikemore will always hold a special place in my heart, even though I love Gike a lot too haha]

[dskjfkjsd ike is so small xD and so is georgie]

totallytrippingballs: 0migawd replied to your post: [Lol Christina omg runmonsterun is what made...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:19:18 -0600

totallytrippingballs:

0migawd replied to your post: [Lol Christina omg runmonsterun is what made me…

[sdfjksdjfkdsjfjklj; /drowns in feels]

[This one too ahaha

I really like the idea of Filmore being this big, muscular jock and then Ike is teensy and nerdy and usually you’d think Ike would be the one trying to impress Filmore but really it’s the other way around and Ike is super indifferent and too wrapped up in his own head but Filmore finally manages to wheedle through his shell and make him notice him and….

ugh I have so many headcanons for these two hahaha]

[yesssss aaaaahhhhhkfksdjfjerfkjol they are so adorable]

totallytrippingballs: runmonsterun: I was supposed to try to...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:08:59 -0600

totallytrippingballs:

runmonsterun:

I was supposed to try to write a polished fic one day but instead I just write snippets during class so instead I will opt for occasionally drawing art of these two with a picture to go in hand sob.

Second Again. Second Always. If second was a state of mind, it would be the one I’m perpetually stuck in.

Because no matter what I do, I fall right back into place if I’m ahead.

It’s nauseating, looking up at the list. Nauseating to know no matter how hard I try, I wasn’t programmed with the ability, the mentality, to beat Ike Broflovski. But oh, I try. I really do.

He’s a machine; I have a hard time seeing him as human most days. The way he tapped at his desk as if he were in front of a computer screen, or how he managed to skim through every page of his textbook within a minute, regardless of word count or content.

I knew this because it made me sick.

I couldn’t look away because, by some stroke of sick fate, I sat within his circumference—whether aside, behind, or diagonal—in every class we happened to share. And I could hear his pages turn, one minute at a time, for the last twelve years of my life, like clockwork as I struggled to comprehend the exact same concept he so easily managed to master upon introduction.

Ike Broflovski was a ticking clock, one I had to face as I counted down my fate as second best, one page at a time.

The sound of squeaking shoes against linoleum tiling should have been muffled by the particularly jovial hallway chatter after school, had it not been so loud and abrupt. So loud, in fact, I broke out of my hypnotic and depressed train of thought to find myself arm to arm with a tiny blue-clad senior, glare bouncing off the lens of his glasses, obstructing the view of his eyes.

And there he was: my personal ticking time bomb.

That was another thing. Those glasses. You could never see past them, to his eyes. To me, his eyes were the reflection of artificial light; artificial like him.

[Loosely basing New-Ike off of runmonsterun’s Ike. Also, New-Ike has reading glasses. So he doesn’t wear them most of the time, except in school he leaves them on his desk and takes them on and off as necessary and stuff. So yeah.]

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 20:36:30 -0600

YOU'RE NOT EVEN A MAN

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 19:54:39 -0600

NEITHER ARE YOU.