Ran: Sometimes I Can Still Hear Her Voice…

butters, praying by his bedside: it’s me again. … i need someone to be my friend. maybe send me an angel!! the nicest angel you have.

kenny, somewhere in the pits of hell:

WAAHAHSHHSKHAHAHHDHWHS

the wait is over, everyone.

i am SOOOO not normal about liane cartman… like. can someone just TALK TO HER ☹️☹️☹️

i hope she gets more screen time (looking at seasons 25 and 26, that seems highly likely, yay!!)

like we don’t know really that much about how she even ENDED UP HERE in the first place. like YES we have that christmas episode from s2 but that doesn’t really. tell us much

anyways

I LOVE HER SO MUCH😢😢

OH MY GOD, THEY KILLED KENNY!

i never draw anything digital so i thought i would do something with THE BOOOOYYY 💞💞

happy spooky season y’aaaaall

let me just johnpost one more time today

“But of all these friends and lovers,

There is no one compares with you.

And these memories lose their meaning

When I think of love as something new.

Though I know I’ll never lose affection,

For people and things that went before.

I know I’ll always stop and think about them,

In my life, I love you more.”

for the rest of today, let’s all take time to celebrate the life of john.

happy 83, you wonderful dreamer. fly high 🩷🩷🩷

every day i fight the pinterest battle of “hey here’s a pin about david tennant! want to add this to your good omens board, your takin’ over the asylum board or your doctor who board?”

anyways happy birthday to my fav. u are unmatched.

every time Simon goes "oh, Betty..." in that sad pathetic voice of his rt if you agree

someone please tell me why i’m getting gender envy from a man born in 1940s england

multi-national corps make big bucks selling merchandise with the orange&pink lesbian flag on it but the person who made it is currently HOMELESS.

emily gwen needs money. give them money. stop giving disney and faceless businesses who sell cheap, imported, low-quality crap produced with probably child or slave labour. give your money to emily gwen.

love it when my best friend’s boyfriend texts me out of nowhere like

“Who the FUCK is Yoko Ono???”

as if i’m his personal beatles/lennon historian