i’ve waited a whole year to finally reblog this

Been in my queue for a year

oh jeez man

things have gotten pretty busy lately!!! so i’m going to put this blog on a semi-hiatus since i can’t be on a lot (pesky family). but, if we’re mutuals and you’d like to contact me/roleplay (ic, para, one liners, etc), you can find me on here:

snapchat is @ whythankya

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skype is @ mabes-in-reverse

i’m about to make an instagram again @ tweaking_the_tweek

please contact me before you add me!!!!

hey heyyyyy

i added marj as a muse

just so u all know

say hi to her

as if i don’t have enough drafts

oh OH and uh if any tweeks out there wanna do tweekcest life would be great

hey heyyyyy

i added marj as a muse

just so u all know

say hi to her

as if i don’t have enough drafts

Getting to the car wasn’t that difficult considering the distances Tweek had to walk before in the city just to get to his car. The theatre offered easy access parking for those who worked there, including the actors. Even if it was probably pretty straining for Stan.

Getting into the driver’s seat, he turned on the ignition, throwing his backpack into the backseat and pocketing his wallet. Eyebrows furrowing at the question, he mulled over all the possibilities in his head, smiling once he’d made a decision. “I have a friend who has a really nice restaurant that’s just starting out. It’s allergy friendly, if you have any of those,” he explained, pulling out of the parking lot and into the road. “And, of course, there’s always fast food. But that’s not something you really want to eat when you need to stay healthy for when we do go on stage.”

Once traffic had come to a stop, he turned on the station to the radio, looking over to Stan. “You’re welcome to listen to music, if you want. I’ve even got Bluetooth if you don’t like what’s on the stations I have,” he stated, offering a smile. “But, uh, anyway… what even brought you into play production? Honestly, I never took you as the type to be into that sort of thing.

“Not, like, that’s not possible! People change. I just… heh. And, um, you’re still friends with Kyle, right? Sorry of im asking a lot. I’m just… curious,” he blabbered, face dusting with a blush due to embarrassment. Man, he hasn’t been this awkward around anyone in years. Tweek just hoped it wasn’t the start of what he thought it was. He didn’t need that. No, not one bit.

Wowow. Tweek was quite the talkative fellow. That was a good thing, though. It didn’t allow any room for awkward silences, so really, it was something to appreciate. It had probably developed from all of his experience with acting, Stan figured. 

If he had any allergies, he’d either forgotten about them or wasn’t aware of them. Any restaurant would do, and any sort of food would satisfy him at the moment, for that matter. But junk food would’ve definitely hit the spot, it always did, and being athletic as hell he never had to worry about his figure. Either way, he wasn’t going to be picky.

“I think my phone’s gonna die, or I’d put something on.” Unfortunately he hadn’t remembered to bring along the charger. Stupid stupid. It was something he absolutely needed, too. While social media wasn’t really his forte, being able to depend on his iPhone was a whole different story. Anyway, he didn’t want to worry about that yet.

He’d glanced at Tweek briefly, then returned his gaze to the window on his right. “I didn’t really plan on getting into acting,” he begun, his eyes not being able to focus on something particular, roaming around as he spoke. “I just wanted to be one of the people who handled the props. I thought the money was pretty good. Since I’ve been here, I started paying more attention to what was going on during the play. Now I guess I’m apart of it.”

Like always, he had been sucked into something much more. It was like a snowball effect, or something. That was literally the story of his life. 

Onto Tweek’s next question. “Yeah, Kyle and I are still friends.” Best friends, like they always were. “We still talk a lot and stuff, but it’s been kind of awhile since I’ve seen him.” They were living two separate lives, and that was fine.

He turned his head to look at the driver, “What about you? Have you kept in touch with everyone?”

Tweek listened intently, eyes flickering back and forth from the road and Stan as he did. The light was taking forever to go through -- longer than normal. But he wasn't going to say anything. When someone knew that it was going to take forever, they got grumpy. And Tweek didn't really need a grumpy and hungry passenger in the car.

So it was true. Stan wasn't really into acting at first. Hopefully that would change within all their practices and rehearsals together because as much as Tweek didn't want to admit it, he was growing increasingly more fond of the other. And not just in a friendly way.

Blinking a bit at the question, Tweek sighed. They had a while. He might as well tell someone his story. "Well, uh... I used to with Craig. But we kinda just... stopped talking after a while. I dunno. Maybe it was because we no longer had the dynamic of a relationship. And he was angry with me for leaving South Park, but... this is my home. It wasn't there with all those jackasses. I don't even talk to my parents because it reminds me too much of there.

"Sometimes, I want to just... call him. Ask what he's doing. How his life is going. I don't even need a relationship with him I just... he was my best friend. And I kinda have no one now," he explained, turning to Stan after speaking. "Sorry about that. I, uh, didn't mean to say all that."

A soft smile pulled at his lips when the light turned green, happy now that traffic was moving. "Y'know, uh, I'd like it if we could be considered friends. I've realized that pushing people away is just... not gonna help me. Not anymore, at least."

Because that's all he'd ever done since he and Craig stopped talking. Just pushing all the people who cared away. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe he and Stan could become great friends. 'And possibly something more' is all that his mind flashed, but it only caused his grip on the steering wheel to tighten.

"Do... do you like it here in the city, Stan?" he asked, hoping to cut through the awkwardness he'd just let settle in. "I personally do. It's nicer here. Not everyone has to know who you are. It's... nice not being completely recognized."

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Tweek's heart dropped at the first statement, hands becoming shaky. He couldn't believe this! Craig had told him that he'd try to stop drinking, to stop smoking, that they'd truly run away from their abusive and toxic families for good and tough it out together. He hadn't said anything that would have made him cry until now. He didn't remember. He didn't fucking remember...

"You... you said you'd try to get over your addictions," he mumbled in response to the other's question, feeling his eyes start to sting as tears formed. "You said we'd work on that together. So then you wouldn't be hurting yourself every time you did. So you'd get better." Taking in a shaky breath, Tweek couldn't even bring himself to look at Craig now. It hurt too much.

"And... and you agreed to run away with me. I was already thinking about doing it before, and... and I convinced you... and I was going to take my car and some cash and we were gonna drive until we were as far away as possible from this place. I hate this town," he added, sniffling as the years started to fall. God, he probably looked even worse. "You were so drunk, but... you seemed to know. You really did. I thought you did," he mumbled, lifting a hand up to wipe away tears. "You didn't say you loved me, though, when I did. I was expecting that. You... I was."

Zax kept his eyes on the stars, on his home that he could never return to and nodded. “Am not gonna go to school anymore.” He said with a sudden finality.

Tweek's eyebrows furrowed at that statement, scowling. Why did Zax want to leave so suddenly? It made no sense. Things seemed to be going okay at school. They had gotten an A on their project. Zax was starting to learn how to read. They were achieving a lot. Why did Zax want to leave all that they had gotten?

"Why do you wanna do that?" he asked, hands suddenly becoming shaky. He couldn't have a panic attack over this, right? Hopefully not.

hiya!!

so, uh, if you’re an active so roleplayer, could you please reblog this?? tweek needs more friends :’)

Already bright red, Tweek’s grin widened at the beginning of what Stan said. It started to falter when he realized Stan had actually heard that last bit he’d sputtered against his own will. His stomach churned. The question only made him even more nervous, although he couldn’t help but sigh in relief when the other pushed it aside. This was just… something. It’d happen however it wanted to happen.

“I… yeah. I need to go grab my bag real quick and then, uh, we can go,” he spurted before rushing off to grab his backpack full of stage makeup, costume materials, and screen writing. Well, that and his wallet and his keys. Although, even if it was certainly necessary for this… thing of theirs, he needed a second or two to cool off from his little embarrassment.

How in the world did he, Tweek Tweak, manage to say something without knowing it? Without control? He was supposed to do things with thought; with reason, not whatever this was! Sighing, he glanced up to check on his appearance in the mirror, glad to see that he didn’t look disheveled at all. Not like he thought he was.

Slipping on his bag, he took big steps as he strode over to Stan, face still remarkably red from the moment from earlier. “So, uh, I’ll drive so you don’t have to get another taxi or whatever,” he offered, shrugging a bit. “You ready to go?”

Stan only nodded in response to Tweek, allowing him to run off in peace. He stood there in what seemed to be an uneasy silence, thinking over and over about what had just been said to him. He didn’t think that Tweek had any romantic interest in him. Ever, for that matter. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment, maybe he’d gotten a little too excited over his ~brilliant~ acting. Not wanting to assume much of it, he pushed it to the back of his mind before Tweek returned. 

“Yeah, ready.” he agreed, and followed the blond out to his car. Taxicabs were expensive depending on the distance traveled, so he had to throw out a shocking amount of money on his drive there. He may as well enjoy being there, and not argue with Tweek on paying for things. 

Once they made it to Tweek’s vehicle, he’d gotten into the passenger’s side, closed the door behind him then leaned himself comfortably against the seat. “Where are we gonna go first?”

He was hungry, and thirsty, though he also was interested in viewing the city, like Tweek had mentioned before. They definitely had time to do all of it, considering Stan wouldn’t be able to return home until after the final production was over. 

Getting to the car wasn't that difficult considering the distances Tweek had to walk before in the city just to get to his car. The theatre offered easy access parking for those who worked there, including the actors. Even if it was probably pretty straining for Stan.

Getting into the driver's seat, he turned on the ignition, throwing his backpack into the backseat and pocketing his wallet. Eyebrows furrowing at the question, he mulled over all the possibilities in his head, smiling once he'd made a decision. "I have a friend who has a really nice restaurant that's just starting out. It's allergy friendly, if you have any of those," he explained, pulling out of the parking lot and into the road. "And, of course, there's always fast food. But that's not something you really want to eat when you need to stay healthy for when we do go on stage."

Once traffic had come to a stop, he turned on the station to the radio, looking over to Stan. "You're welcome to listen to music, if you want. I've even got Bluetooth if you don't like what's on the stations I have," he stated, offering a smile. "But, uh, anyway... what even brought you into play production? Honestly, I never took you as the type to be into that sort of thing.

"Not, like, that's not possible! People change. I just... heh. And, um, you're still friends with Kyle, right? Sorry of im asking a lot. I'm just... curious," he blabbered, face dusting with a blush due to embarrassment. Man, he hasn't been this awkward around anyone in years. Tweek just hoped it wasn't the start of what he thought it was. He didn't need that. No, not one bit.

Gosh, even if he’d been staying with Cecilia for a few months, this was much more affection than he was typically used to. But, then again, his old home was bad. This was what he’d always wanted: a supportive parent who was going to be patient and truly love him, sleep (which he’d finally gotten more of here), and people around him who didn’t view him as a total spaz. That’s all he ever wanted, and he was glad to know someone as great as his mother.

“Thank you,” he replied, giggling at all the kisses. “I think we should do something fun tonight. Like, invite Craig over and play board games or something. Or get some dessert and ice cream and just eat. I’m just… really glad I’m on break! I wanna have fun.”

Cecilia was proud to be someone who Tweek could look up to. He made her shape up a bit more, smack herself into shape. She couldn’t fuck up for Tweek, he reminded her far too much of Oli. It was odd, how much he was like his brother despite them not meeting yet. 

“All right,” she smiled at his ideas, leaning and kissing his forehead. “We can get the ice cream with Craig and come back here to play, like, Candyland,” she grinned a bit. “I’m a little scared to play games with your boyfriend,” she joked with a sweet smile. 

After Cecilia had taken Tweek under her wing -- even doing official court papers to make her his guardian and mother, the blonde had been happier and less shaky, not to mention he was starting to develop a normal sleeping schedule. He was starting to figure out things between he and Craig, and things seemed to be going great. Everything seemed perfect.

"I'm really excited," he gushed, grinning widely. "I'm kinda scared, too, though. He, uh, gets really competitive. But I'm sure it'll be okay." He wasn't sure at all, actually. He was incredibly nervous, considering that practically every kid he knew cursed on a normal basis. He didn't know if Craig might do that in front of Cecilia... or how she might react. Unless she'd already noticed his bad habits. Then things might be bad. "Definitely okay."