I Wish Fem Tweek Were Real..

Creek comic LMAO

i’m sick of post canon stories about characters getting married and having kids and finding peace when they should actually be getting divorced and abusing alcohol and being suicidal NO MORE HEALING NO MORE RECOVERY YOU ALL NEED TO GET WORSE!!!!!!

I don’t know a single south park fan that isn’t embarrassed to be a south park fan

spaceman craig

south park s27 episode: the girls get really into shifting. cartman tries it so that he can shift into a universe that is just like their own except everyone loves him and also he has a dad and no one calls him fat. kyle tries to prove that he’s just lucid dreaming and should probably see a psychologist but everyone in the town starts believing that cartman is actually tapping into some kind of wormhole. heidi shifts to harry potter and accidentally beats draco malfoy to death and is really scared that she’s going to get actual real life arrested.

More girls!

im feeling uncreative so i did some coloring practice

Enter CRAIG

CRAIG: Ho, Tweek! Come hither. Hark, our courtship wilt end.

TWEEK: What? wherefore not?

Enter STAN, KYLE, KENNY, DAVID, and BUTTERS

CRAIG: I prithee, Tweek, I am full of sorrow, yet we can no longer deceive ourselves. [turns to visage the gathering crowd] Aye, we are of the same inclination, but we are not meant to be as one.

TWEEK: Thee disavow our bond? What suddenly hath changed, craig?

CRAIG: ‘Tis just yond people art inevitably different. Nothing more.

TWEEK: Aye, and who in heaven's name is Michael? Pray, dost thou wish to enlighten me on this matter?

CRAIG: What? what doth thee speaketh of?

TWEEK: I did peruse thy missives when we ventured forth yesternight, Craig! I beheld what thou didst utter to this strumpet regarding thy intent to consort with him!

CRAIG: Stay, prithee, that is not what transpired.

TWEEK: I pray thee confess otherwise

CRAIG: Nay. Mark thee, we both dost know this is for the better.

TWEEK: Thou dost presume to subject me to thy feeble terrors! Thou dost impose thy will upon me to dissuade thine own guilt!

CRAIG: Stay, do not portray me as the knave.

TWEEK: [Begins to cry] Fie, thou art not the villain. Thou think'st thyself too virtuous to be some loathsome knave. For, 'tis from thy heavenly throne that thou canst better behold the folk thou usest as puppets.

CRAIG: [whispers] I do fear thou hast ventured far enough. Cease, for this pretense is superfluous.

TWEEK: Zounds! Dost thou think I have gone too far? Hast thou lost thy wits?

CRAIG: This condemnation was not a part of our design!

TWEEK: Marry Prithee, Craig! Our love was not wrought to adhere to a design!

BUTTERS: Aye!

TWEEK: [tears fill his eyes] I have been most grievously deceived by thee. I lay bare mine heart before thee. I lay bare mine affection unto thee. I embrace thee as mine lord. But, alas, I fall upon the sword. Thy sword.

Exuent Tweek

DANCE YOU FUCK

DANCE FOR THEM

YEEEES, YEEEEEE