making up and going out

Look! I wrote an actual complete thing (sort of) instead of just a random scene! @sawyer-is-unisex had some lovely headcanons which served as the inspiration for this story. I might use this as a start for an AU that gets added too later, but I'm pretty happy with how it all turned out as a stand alone.

Stan is a sad child.

  When Stan is ten years old, Wendy breaks up with him for the first time, and it’s enough to make his heart stop. The whole world seems to fracture around him, tilting on end, sending him slipping sideways across the playground and into the monkey bars, where the metal twists around his limbs and threatens to swallow him whole.   And he tries to find solid footing to stand on, but none of his friends have been in love yet – with the exception of Kenny, but Stan doesn’t think that you can really call that love – doesn’t think, at that moment, there’s actually a word for it. But he knows that they don’t understand and even Kyle just wants to move on.   “Girlfriends are over rated,” he says, flippantly. Kyle looks over his shoulder, only to find that Cartman and Kenny are already gone. “Let’s just go, man. I’ll let you have my pudding cup.”   Except pudding cups didn’t fix things. Stan tried to find the words to explain that but he couldn’t. “No,” says Stan. “It’s fine. I’m just…gonna go hang out somewhere else.”   “Dude,” says Kyle, frowning. “They’ve got tapioca today.”   “Yeah, man, I know. I’m just not hungry.”   “You love tapioca.”   “I just don’t want to, Kyle. I’m going outside,” snaps Stan, even though he isn’t really angry, and certainly not at Kyle.   He thinks that he’s just sad.  

  By eleven, Stan has managed to piece his heart back together, using bits of black eyeliner and nail polish remover. When he’s thirteen there’s a cross necklace tucked into his dresser drawer and bottles under his bed and something about looking in the mirror that makes him feel utterly wrong, and it doesn’t change a year later, when Randy boxes him up for a trip to the steakhouse in North Park to celebrate his birthday and Stan can’t get anything to eat except for a plate of fried onions.   “So,” says Randy, trying to be conversational while they wait for their dinner to be served. “Are you and that girl still dating?”   Stan pushes a soggy piece of breaded onion across his plate. “Who, Wendy?”   “Sure, sure, that one. I haven’t seen any girls over at the house, Stanley.” Randy says it in a way that makes the whole thing come off as wrong. Like there’s something about being single that’s a crime.   And, sure, Stan isn’t actually single, but that doesn’t really matter here. He and Wendy have both come to the agreement that it’s better if they just stay out of the Marsh house.   Stan shrugs.   Randy frowns. He swipes a piece of Stan’s fried onion. “You need to bring her over sometime, Stanley. Your mother will like it. And, you know – Stanley, you know that you’re going to have to make a move at some point, right? That’s how things go when you hit…middle school?” Randy narrows his eyes, like he can’t remember what grade Stan’s actually in. “If you don’t keep her happy, someone else is gonna come in and grab that ass.”   “Dad,” whines Stan, cheeks burning red. His stomach twists. The onion tastes like bacon and everything smells burnt meat. “Can we not talk about this?”   “Yes, Stanley. That’s exactly what I mean. We should be not talking about this.” Randy snags another bite of fried onion. There is grease clinging to his mustache, which is in desperate need of a trim. “I should be giving you a lecture on keeping things quiet after midnight and making sure you always use protection, because the last thing we want is a bunch of you running around the house.”   “So, what – you’re pissed because I’m not bringing my girlfriend over and having – “   “You shouldn’t be pussy footing around so much, Stanley. When girls hit this age, there’s only one thing on their mind. Stanley, it should be the only thing on your mind, too!”   Stan stares at his father, too caught off guard to form any sort of proper argument. “What?”   “I’m worried about you, Stanley,” says Randy. It’s obvious that he’s going to say more but the waiter arrives right then, and Stan doesn’t think he’s ever been so grateful to have a rack of ribs set down in front of him.   Their conversation is over. Stan picks at his onion but his appetite is gone.

  The next day, Butters shows up to school wearing a ragged blue polo. By the time second period’s come around, he’s changed into a bright yellow shirt with a picture of Hello Kitty plastered to the front, with a series of bows plastered on one side. Butters goes bright red anytime someone stares and he fumbles with handling the comments -   did you snag that out of lost and found?   jesus, you look like you came from one of my little sister’s sleep overs   youre really playing up the fag card, huh, stotch? -  but the shirt looks right on him, somehow, in the same way that Stan’s clothes look wrong most days. A crowd of students rushes out of one of the nearby classrooms, Kenny surfacing from it, surging into existence like some sort of wave.   Kenny throws an arm over Butters shoulders. He says something Stan can’t hear and it makes Butters blush, hard, in a good sort of way. Then there’s a wave of Kenny’s gloved hands before a tube of bright pink lipstick is deposited in Butters hand.   That’s a nice color, thinks Stan. I want that. I think I want that. It would look nice with my eyes and maybe Kyle will humor me and go get a pedi out at the mall because it’s been a while and this is so fucking stupid, all of it is stupid, what would my fucking father think? Boys don’t wear lipstick and they don’t wear pink shirts and I don’t care what Kenny thinks, no one cares what Butters thinks, because they shouldn’t have bows in their hair either and I think that maybe something might be wrong, something is totally wrong, I’m totally wrong.   Stan pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers and forces himself to look away. “Jesus Christ. I need a fucking beer.”

  The beer turns into two – three – a six pack plus one, and that one is currently sweating into Stan’s hand while he stares at the bathroom mirror. The door is locked, though it doesn’t really matter. He’s pretty sure that no one else is home.   There’s a tube of black lipstick in his other hand. A black eyeliner pencil sits innocently at the back of the counter. It’s been a while since Stan’s heart was broken, but the appeal of being goth has never completely left. Stan likes the complicated simplicity behind the ideal, likes the people that belong to that little clique.   And he likes the way it looks on him, too, even if the beer makes his hands shake a little bit. Stan can’t get the black lipstick on in a smooth line. It doesn’t look nice with his eyes, either, not the way that Stan’s positive Butters lipstick would.   “This is weird,” he tells his reflection. “And stupid.”   Stan’s reflection stares back at him, messy and unhappy looking.   Stan asks it, “why the fuck do you have to be like this?”   Brows pinch down. The tube of lipstick clatters into the sink and Stan scowls, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and scrubbing at his face. It doesn’t clean off the make-up so much as it smears it into the corners of his mouth. Stan is in too much of a hurry to get out of the bathroom to care.   He texts Wendy and asks if she wants to come over.

  Stan is fourteen years old. He’s been dating Wendy on and off since they were kids, and they’ve been steady for almost six months. This is the seventh time that she’s been into his bedroom and he’s suddenly acutely aware of every dirty shirt that’s been thrown across the floor, of the unmade bed, of the beer can tower that’s propped up under the window.   She shrugs out of her jacket, looks more amused than anything else. “Wow, Stan. I’m really glad that you cleaned up first.”   “Sorry,” mutters Stan, blushing. He uses one foot to kick a pair of dirty boxers under the bed. “I didn’t think you would actually want to come over.”   “You invited me, Stan. Of course I’m going to come over. I said that, right? I mean – you got my text?”   “I did. I just – sorry. I don’t like picking up in here.”   “Obviously,” laughs Wendy, but she sits down on the edge of the bed without making an actual fuss. “So, what did you want to do?”   Stan shrugs, shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He finished off that extra can, but it hasn’t made him feel anymore courageous. Honestly, Stan just feels tired and a little queasy. He says, “you have to promise not to laugh,” and instantly regrets it.   That makes him sound like a kid, which is the exact opposite of what he’s going for. Is it too late to call all of this off?   Wendy has that serious look on her face, so he’s thinking yes. She leans forward, hands on her knees, and says, “promise.”   “And you won’t tell anyone,” says Stan, sitting down on the bed next to her.   Wendy scoots close enough that their shoulders are touching. “Promise.”   “I just – wanted your help, I guess. With figuring something out. I mean, I’ve already figured it out, sort of, but I’m not good at it yet and – “   Wendy pulls her legs up onto the bed and shifts around so they’re facing each other. “You don’t have to be good at it. I mean, whatever this is.” Her hands settle on Stan’s thigh. “You can just give it a try to see how it goes.”   “I know that. I just…I don’t know. I was hoping you would show me how to put it on.” Stan puts his free hand over the back of Wendy’s left hand, unaware of the strange look she’s giving him. “I’ve done it before, but I’m just really not good at it. Everything always ends up looking like shit.”   “Stan,” says Wendy, drawing out his name until it means something else entirely. “What are you talking about?”   “Oh. Right, sorry.” Stan shifts, pulls the little tube of lipstick out of his pocket. The eyeliner is still sitting in the bathroom. “I was thinking about wearing some of this stuff again,” he explains, with a small wave of his hand. “I kind of liked how it all looked before, you know? When we were younger. But, man, I was really shitty at it. So I was thinking you could probably show me, since you’re always putting stuff like this on, and it always looks really nice on you.”   Wendy’s lips do this little twisting thing where they sort of curl in on themselves but it’s not a frown, per say. “You want me to help you put on make-up?”   “Not make-up,” says Stan, quickly, because that makes him think of blush and pink lipstick and shirts with boys on them, and thinking of that makes his chest hurt and his stomach knot up. “Just – this, and eye liner. Like, for when I wear some of my black shirts. “   “Okay,” says Wendy, but the word is soft and hesitant. Her lips twist again, but it’s a different twist, and Stan kind of doesn’t like it. “Do you want to go to the bathroom so you can watch how I do it?”   Stan shrugs, but Wendy stands up, and she holds out a hand, and he realizes that it wasn’t actually a question.

  Wendy makes it look easy. She flicks her wrist and twists her hands, dragging the tip of the eye liner pencil across Stan’s skin like she’s been doing it her whole life. And she has, sort of, at least since fifth grade when Bebe got her a packet eye shadow and shimmery lip gluss and blush for her birthday, and things sort of spiraled from there because the blonde wants to be a make-up artist and she needs someone to practice on.   Stan fidgets and tries not to look at his own reflection too much, at least not too blatantly. He looks at Wendy’s hand instead, and at the crease of her reflection’s brow. “You’re really good at this.”   “You just don’t wear it enough,” says Wendy, with a hum. “Are you going to start dressing like this again?”   “I don’t know,” admits Stan. “I just felt like wearing this again. Does it look weird?”   “No,” says Wendy, quickly. “It looks good on you, Stan. I was just asking. You look good in bright colors. I just don’t think you should go back to just wearing black. Oh! But you have that really nice red one that Kyle got you last year! I bet that would look nice with this stuff.”   Stan shrugs, just a little. “I don’t know. Would it go with that?”   “Black goes with everything,” says Wendy, sagely. She presses her thumb against the top of Stan’s right cheek. “Don’t blink an try to hold still. I’m going to put this on your waterline, too, and then we’re done. Okay?”   “On my what?”   Wendy rolls her eyes. “Your waterline! Just don’t blink, Stan. We’re almost done!” She pulls down on Stan’s cheek and tugs his lower lid down, too. The tip of the black pencil scratches the inside lip of his lower lid, and it’s uncomfortable enough to make Stan’s eyes water. She’s quick about it, though, does both eyes in just a matter of moments. “There,” says Wendy, rocking back on her heels to admire her work. “All done! What do you think?”   Stan looks in the mirror, just to humor her.   He thinks that Butters lipstick looked nicer.   He thinks that black makes his eyes look too dark, and his skin too pale.   He thinks that he feels ten years old all over again, but his heart isn’t breaking for a girl, and his voice isn’t breaking because of puberty. “It looks great, Wendy. Thanks. That was a huge help.”   Wendy’s lips twist again. She has to stretch up onto her toes to press a kiss against Stan’s forehead. “Anytime, sweetie. Anytime.”

Movie Campaign

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200 IDEAS

1.Nail polish that completely comes off on it’s on after one week. 2. onions that don’t make you cry 3. umbrella that keeps you completely dry from head to feet 4. Salt that turns into sugar 5. Lollipops that don’t cut the roof of your mouth 6. Voice translator for animals 7. Electronic cat repellent (My cat keeps biting my mac and wires) 8. A pill that helps you learn languages in a week. 9. Cake that tastes like fries 10. Donut cupcakes 11. Hydraulic shoes 12. invisible clothes 13. Temperature change blankets 14. Apple donuts (apples that look like donuts) 15. Boyfriend lie detectors that would instantly zap their tongues. 16. Nightshades, turns night into daylight 17. delay send email button for those emails you regret you sent 18. Disappearing tattoos 19. Facetime 911 20. digital bookmaker to tell what page and paragraph we reading 21. Soda that does not get flat 22. Gas less beans 23. Floating shoes to walk on water 24. 24-hour perfume 25. Edible candle wax 26. Change Donald Trump into a Mexican or black person for a year 27. Pinkie toe protector 28. Water pills that keep you hydrated for a couple days if you run out of water. 29. Underwater talking device 30. IQ test for presidential candidates 31. Empathy test for presidential candidates 32. Shoes that stay white 33. Self-inflating deflating ball 34. Ear warming headphones for winter 35. Selfing cooling winter jacket when you get too warm 36. Shirt that changes color 37. Textile that repels deodorant stains 38. Self-cleaning shirt 39. Travel bag handles that bend instead of break 40. Garbage magnet 41. Self-fixing potholes 42. Reflect light in Norway to take away the gloomy grey skies to bring down suicide rates in the winter 43. Crackers that don’t crack until you bite them 44. Railroad tracks that don’t screech with friction 45. An apple that defies gravity 46. Eyebrow stencil for perfect eyebrows 47. Eyebrow hair thinner for painless waxing 48. Lipstick that does not rub on teeth 49. Stainless teeth 50. Anti-cavity sweets 51. Sharpies that don’t stain clothes 52. Magnetic hair beads 53. Lint resistance black textile 54. One key that adapts to different locks 55. Furniture dust repellent 56. Inflammable wig 57. Ruler pencil 58. Motorized shoes with wheels 59. Scooter shopping carts 60. Cell phone cooling screen 61. Cow heel shoes 62. Wifi umbrella 63. Bean bags filled with actual beans 64. Carrots that taste like cherries 65. Bedroom slippers that light up in the dark 66. Candles that do not burn out 67. Edible floss 68. Tank tops with built-in water bottles  69. Biodegradable microbeads 70. A clock that stops time  71. Weightless dumb bells  72. Talking Owl 73. Camera’s that don’t reverse your face 74. Pencil heel shoes that support your weight 75. Solar sunglasses that charges anything  76. Self-cleaning make up brushes 77. Fire retardant trees 78. Light that changes with your mood 79. Wacom pen that also turns to a pencil 80. Wacom pen that can be a stylus for iPads 81. Apple to make actual updates to iPhones and not wait for Samsung 82. CD’s that don’t scratch 83. Miniature CDs 84. Football gear that absorbs impact so athletes will not experience pain or broken bones 85. Rubber knees to jump over buildings 86. Commercial jet packs for humans 87. Sweet aloe vera 88. Treated glass that absorbs heat in closed cars during the summer to prevent child deaths. 89. Ice that does not melt 90. A tooth implant that cleans your mouth while you sleep 91. Mildew repellent 92. Device that tames aggressive dogs 93. Same day corn remover ointment 94. Same day wart remover ointment 95. same day tag remover ointment 96. Chemical free hair relaxer 97. Estrogen Free hair straightener 98. Estrogen free hair relaxer 99. 100% Toxic free hair dye worldwide 100. Ban on producing Johnson’s baby powder and selling it to 3rd world countries 101. 100% chemical free hair lotions worldwide 102. Selling rejected chicken in the Caribbean 103. Ban on skin lightening creams to darker women with nonorganic mercury 104. Paying less for organic food 105. Ban on preventives in food that are ultimately carcinogenic 106. Skin match colors for women of color that perfectly match 107. Permanent ban on Parabens in all cosmetics 108. Heat less iron 109. Built-in neck pillows on planes 110. Snuggie airplane seats  111. Curling irons that detect when hair is about to burn or fall off 112. Anti-odor shoes 113. Heels that don’t hurt on first wear 114. Bluetooth that enables charging your phone by pairing it your computer 115.  Shoe heel with hidden pepper spray 116. Anti-food stain microwaves 117. Mosquito muter 118. TV that turns off automatically when you fall sleep 119. 911 beacon that activates when in distress, don’t need to speak 120. Shatterproof phone screens 121. Dry powder that cleans your body when no water is available  122. Beans that taste like jelly beans 123. Sweaters that don’t thread 124. Orange tomatoes -tomatoes that taste like oranges 125. 3 in one Fan -> Fan, heater, air-condition 126. Xray contact lens 127. Anti-odor leather 128. GPS bean from phone, so you won’t have to look at the screen to know where you’re going 129. Flies that gets rid of bacteria 130. Change poisonous snake venom into life-saving antidotes 131. Change deserts into fertile lands by redirecting some water resources and planting trees 132. Vaccine to prevent all STD transmissions 133. Uber planes, where you don’t need to wait for scheduled flights. 134. Night vision contact lens 135. Bicycles that converts when it rains to keep you dry 136. Car exhaust purifier 137. Hovering fan 138. Mold free sponges 139. Bacteria-free Sponges with built-in bleach 140. Mint chocolate peanut butter m&m’s 141. Mandatory natural food coloring 142. Baby translators 143. Mucus free milk 144. Screwdriver, Allan’s key pencil light 145. Retractable T-square 146. Recycled wine corks 147. Recycled plastic into clothes for the homeless 148. Litter-free zones throughout NYC replaced with plants 149. Stiffer penalties for littering in Subway 150. Stiff fines for spitting on subway steps 151. Built-in mace in cell phone cases to deter thefts 152. Scented mood lights 153. Soundproof toilets 154. Built-in digital control for hot water 155. Edible camping clothes in case you get lost with food. 156. scentless repellents for humans to keep predators away when camping 157. Mandatory GPS locators for hikers and campers in case they get lost and no cell service. 158. SOS light that can be seen in the sky 159. Vaccine that prevents Alzheimer's   160. Vaccine that improves memory 161. Floor cleaning house shoes 162. Scented gift bows 163. Scented gift paper 164. Biodegradable plastics 165. Tech the helps autistic kids to communicate when they can’t speak  or feel frustrated 166. Waterproof ceiling 167. Socks that keep your feet dry from perspiration 168. Color changing t-shirts depending on natural light 169. Toxic detectors on cell phones 170. Flexible glass 171. Screech-less blackboards 172. Translucent chalk powder that disappears 173. Germ-free tablet screens 174. Bath bombs that explode into bubbles rose petals 175. Letter re-sealers 176. Self-destructing junk snail mail after 10 days of being opened   177. Recycling old worn out clothes to new clothes for the less fortunate 178. Greaseless body oil that does not transfer to clothing 179. Pet Fur magnet 180. Books that fold into itself to save space 181. Shoes that climb any surface 182. Head cooling hats in the summer to prevent sweating 183. Pills that microwave into full meals 184. Social media stalker alert from nonfriends 185. Procrastinator zapper 186. Nontoxic instant glue that does not stick skin 187. Reusable post-it notes 188. Multicolored sharpie 189. Translucent powder that removes makeup 190. Cardboard furniture 191. Backpacks that turns into a tent 192. Backpack that turns into a pillow and blanket 193.  A clock that extends the day to 36 hours. 194. Pen-nail clipper 195. Weightless coins 196. Instant body glitter remover 197. Pencil that grows food 198. Vegetable mint candy canes 199. Radio pen 200. Wrinkle free paper

tagging game!! i was tagged by @flowerkid-do , thank you angel!!

R U L E S: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 15!! I have a birthday coming up im so excite

b - biggest fear: never falling in love, being pressured into a big choice ill regret, disappointing my family, never having a really close friend group, the future, being sad and alone all the time

c - current time: 9:28!

d - drink you last had: coffee with sugar and cream! I needed a boost before goin to work

e - every day starts with: fuckkk i wanna sleep more…. shit what time is it

f - favorite song: Hm right now it’s work song by hozier

g - ghosts, are they real: :)

h - hometown: sleepy suburb town near the ocean hippie town

i - in love with: anyone remotely beautiful who smiles at me, dogs, hot coffee, cuddling, paint mixing videos, jamming out with headphones in, quiet evenings at coffee shops, the air after it rains, being drunk on laughter, holding hands, peach cobbler, taking nice photos

j - jealous of: mentally healthy people, talented artists, pretty girls, people with more freedom than me, people who seem like they’re having more fun than me, people in love

k - killed someone: :)

l - last time you cried: oof maybe 2 days ago? Im real good at crying, i do it all the timee

m - middle name: Quynh

n - number of siblings: 2! They’re both younger lil shits but i love em

o - one wish: to be happy in general

p - person you last called/texted: my friend chance

q - questions you’re always asked: Are you vegan?

r - reasons to smile: animals! Tiny plants! Love songs!! Silk! Messy kisses! Books!

s - song last sang: I sang my boy builds coffins by florence and the machine in the shower

t - time you woke up: 6:35 :((

u - underwear color: nude!

v - vacation destination: Tiny village in japan or a lovely town in france

w - worst habit(s): picking the nail polish off my nails, zoning out when someone’s talking to me, crying a lot, leaving clothes on the floor, forgetting to bring dishes out of my room, yelling at technology for being bad

x - x-rays you’ve had: i dont actually know??

y - your favorite food: peaches, sauteed brussel sprouts with carmelized onions and bacon, phó, french fries, dark chocolate

z - zodiac Sign: aries!

I tag @dumbisound @plumcid @fight-me-scrublord @raysnmuffins @etoileharry @teenysaucy @strawberrystarway @i-dont-know-why-i-bother @what-do-the-stars-mean-to-us and any one else!