Good news: next War AU chapter is up to 7500 words, more than halfway done! My plan is to finish and post it tomorrow night.
reviewing the shopping list I made yesterday:
pine nuts, walnuts, beets, bread, creme freshie, preserved lemon, garlic, olive oil, wine, juice, cottage cheese, avocado, spinach, dried cranberries, cucumber, slivered almonds, red bell peppers, deodorant, eggplant, tomato sauce
I’m not going to write this or anything, but last night I decided this Birdcage AU works pretty well:
Agador Spartacus: Kenny
Senator Keeley: Cartman
Mrs. Keeley: Butters
Val’s Biological Mother: Wendy
Just watch the movie and it basically writes itself, I guess.
typo of the day:
“relishing the skinny of an enemy”
Sounds like something Cartman would do. But he is not the one doing this thing! Which is why it’s a typo.
Anyway, I’m working on War AU! Yesss, making progress at last! Hoping to put the next chapter up this week.
This is a meme you’re supposed to be asked about, I guess, but I’m doing it anyway:
BrOTP: ugh. Token/Craig, though
OT3: Stan —><—Kyle~~><— Cartman (the squiggles indicate sexual regret)
NOTP: Clyde/Kevin Stoley. I don’t know why something so innocuous and purely fandom-based should bother me at all, but it’s the only pairing I dislike
I had a caffeine-induced anxiety attack today at work, and when that happens the only thing that really helps me calm down is mindlessly typing, but I had no typing jobs to do, so I wrote/typed this.
69ingchipmunks is now online.
101ballmations: hey dude
101ballmations: did your mom get mad?
69ingchipmunks: Ugh, yes. Now I have to clean the garage tomorrow, as punishment.
kennysdicksays: wait what
101ballmations: Kyle was late getting back
69ingchipmunks: I missed curfew.
suckmyballs87: kyle was late because stan’s dick got stuck up his ass
101ballmations: fuck you
69ingchipmunks: Wow, what an original joke! High five to Cartman!
suckmyballs87: cause he’s a tight ass
suckmyballs87: why thank you kyle
suckmyballs87: also ps high fives are for fags and I did not accept yours
101ballmations: I will help you clean it
69ingchipmunks: Cartman, who even invited you to the chat?
101ballmations: the garage I mean
suckmyballs87: your crusty asshole, he means
69ingchipmunks: Well, sadly, she anticipated your offer and said I had to do it alone.
suckmyballs87: haha kyle has to clean out his ass alone, his mom says
suckmyballs87: what a bitch
69ingchipmunks: Seriously, can we kick him out?
“and also that he half-heartedly tried to kill Kyle with fire”
This is for colonelingus - I know you’re headed home tomorrow and I’m thinking of you <3 I know you like Bunny, so I hope you’ll like this little fic where Kenny and Butters reunite at Stan and Kyle’s wedding!
Kenny was surprised that Stan and Kyle’s wedding was such a modest affair. Though they were forty-five years old and most of their friends had considered them ‘married’ since they were in their early twenties, it was a big deal that Colorado had finally legalized gay marriage, and Kenny had expected a huge turnout for the couple who had been voted ‘Most Likely to Marry Each Other’ at the end of his senior year in high school. That had been a prank orchestrated by Cartman — Stan and Kyle weren’t out and weren’t even together at the time — but everyone who knew them had seen the truth in it.
The ceremony was to take place in Kyle’s parents’ backyard, and the programs that Ike was handing out at the front door explained that this had been the site of Stan and Kyle’s first kiss, thirty years ago. Kenny had never been aware that they had kissed when they were fifteen. He wanted to take one or both of them aside and interview them about it, so he wandered upstairs toward Kyle’s old childhood bedroom while the rest of the guests congregated in the backyard. Despite the fact that he was back in his home town, he was completely unprepared to bump into the first guy that he ever kissed, three years before Stan and Kyle allegedly locked lips in Kyle’s backyard.
“Oh, Kenny!” Butters looked the same, only with less hair, or maybe it was just thinner — was that the same thing? Kenny felt slightly dizzy. Aside from some light Facebook stalking, he hadn’t seen Butters since he was eighteen years old, and now, suddenly, Butters was hugging him tightly, laughing in his ear as if this meeting in the hallway of the Broflovski household on Kyle’s wedding day was positively delightful.