anonymous asked:

What do you think the kids would study in college? If they go at all, by kids I mean like,,,all of em I love headcanons especially yours heh

That’s a lot of kids! I’ll try to keep it brief then ;)

Kyle: Psychology, or politics (plays basketball as well)

Stan: Just a general education but majoring in Music. (plays football as well)

Kenny: No further education after highschool (mostly fights for cash)

Eric: General education, majoring in sociology 

Butters: Nursing school

Tweak: Culinary arts

Craig: Space and earth science 

Token: Veterinary

Jimmy: No further education after highschool (is really successful with comedy) 

Wendy: Women’s rights, or politics (continues to play volleyball)

Bebe: No further education after highschool

If I missed someone, let me know :)

columboring  asked:

how did eric and dylan obtain the money to buy the guns? i know some of it came from their blackjacks jobs and robyn bought some of their guns (how she got the money though, i don't know) but how did they afford all the other equipment? surely their parents must have noticed if they'd stolen money? i'm beyond confused about this.

I know some of you may find this a little difficult to believe but those boys actually did earn their own money to fund their little secret operation. Eric was a long-term employee with Blackjack, and Dylan worked part time on two separate occasions at Blackjack. He then did a lot of odd jobs of ‘98 and finally landed his long-hours stint at the computer store for a few months - which likely earned him some better pay. The boys received their paycheck every two weeks. Eric was likely the more heavy financier of the two. Pre taxes, Eric roughly earned $380 - $400 with each check and Dylan, about $240-$280. They maybe earned a bit more depending on if they worked all weekend as well as weekdays after school. They set aside money towards their monthly car insurance (both parents made sure they were responsible for it (good parents!)) and they kept some for spending cash for movies, music and weekend fun. The rest was stockpiled for NBK.  Yes, it was tight for them but they did it all on their own.  

Robyn did not literally pay for their guns. The boys gave her the money they’d saved up in cash so that she could legally handle the transaction with the dealer because she was of the legal age of 18 and they were still minors. I’m not really sure what you mean by “equipment” because everything they used was pretty much amateur-homemade. They spent on hardware parts to construct their pipe bombs and crickets and propane bombs. They designed their shirts and had them created at a t-shirt shop at their local mall.  Eric already had a few pairs of BDU pants he wore regularly at school and both already had and wore combat boots they wore often They purchased accessories for their NBK “uniform” - their knives, the webbing, ammo pouches, Dylan’s black pants at the army supply store.  The day of the massacre,  E & D bought more propane tanks and the authorities actually found about $200 in cash that Eric had left over which was found(I seem to recall) in his bedroom.  They two were very self-sufficient and resourceful and spent over a year saving, preparing and planning all on their own. So, yes, they earned and spent all their own money for NBK and it was entirely feasible how they did so.  They never needed to steal from their parents and it’s doubtful they’d even consider it as a solution for being short on cash. Plus, it would’ve been too risky with potential consequences right on the heels of being in the diversion program. 

Killer Couple

 WARNING-Murder and violence against a man and a woman are in this imagine. Along with some other sensitive content is discussed in this imagine, proceed with caution. Thank you!

“Oh cmon y/n you two together are absolutely killer cute!” I chuckled as Eric wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. Eric and I had been together for a little over one year. We met by complete accident, through my brother Dylan. He had Eric and Nate over while our parents were out of town, that is where it all started. Eric was given the cash by Nate to go out and buy more cheap drinks, I thought maybe Eric wasn’t really fit to drive. So I offered to drive and he could go in and negotiate with the cashier/good friend. He slurred out a chuckle and “I think I can drive better drunk than you sober hun.” I grimaced at him and walked up to jerk the keys out of his hand, he tugged his arm away from my grasp and held the keys above his head. This prompted my shouting fit for Dylan and Nate, as soon as I began to shout he began to shush me. He got closer and closer until finally he mashed his lips against mine in a sloppy attempt of a kiss. We held that pose until Dylan and Nate both appeared and began to shout. Eric pulled away with a smirk as Nate held Dylan away from Eric while I giggled like a giddy school girl. This prompted Dylan to begin shouting obscenities like “GET THAT GODDAMN SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE REB! SHE IS A DAMN SOPHOMORE!!” 

With that Eric and I became closer and closer, Dylan hated it but eventually got used to it. He would always check up on the both of us, making sure Eric was treating me well. It always made me smile when Dylan would mumble “How are you…two doin?” It was a little cute how much he cared about the both of us. Of course some people were not exactly “supportive” of our relationship. Columbine was a shit place to be to begin with, but when you were on the lower end of the food chain it was survival of the richest. If you weren’t dumb, a jock, a bimbo, or rich you were total shit in the eyes of everyone else. We were the underdogs, Me, Nate, Brooks, Dyl, Eric, Brandi, Robyn, and Chris. Dylan didn’t really intentionally drag me into the “trench coat mafia” it just kinda happened when Eric and I got together. A large part of me loved the fact that we were the underdogs, but I also want to be accepted. I hate when they pick at us for being together, they always call me the “cover up” or my personal favorite “the crazy dyke bitch.” How can I accomplish being a dyke while I have a boyfriend? 

“Y/n am I walking you home?” Eric whispered into my ear as I lay my head on his chest during free hour. “Yeah, you’re still grounded from the firework stunt?” He laughed as he looked over to Dylan, I could feel his smirk “Yep, no car for at least another couple days babe.” He rubbed my back as we sat together, not even attempting to hide our relationship. We all lived outside town, well only one of us didn’t and that was Brooks. “Cmon up with you baby, you have 1 more class then home.” I groaned not moving from his warm welcoming body, he was always so warm. “I don’t wanna go babe.” I whined as I moved to face him. He smiled down at me as I stretched out like some sort of cat, this caused him to chuckle. “Kiss me harris.”I demanded and with that he blushed and leaned down and pressed his soft lips against mine. “Guy’s cmon I am right fuckin here. Have some shame!” Dylan joked as Eric pulled “Your sister makes me lose all shame V, sorry.” I laughed as Eric pulled a sly grin making Dylan scoff as he pulled himself off the bleachers to go into AP Calc. “It’s just gym, just say you feel sick and sit out baby.” Eric groaned as he kissed my forehead. “You know that isn’t the problem reb.” He nodded as I leaned up and watched him gather his stuff, “I’ll wait outside the west downstairs exit, okay baby?” I nodded and stood up to give him a hug as everyone piled into the gym. “I love you hun.” He wrapped his arms tight around my waist and gave me a sloppy kiss on the neck “Just think about that until we get to your place, Loves baby.” With that he jogged down the stairs and suddenly as he reached the bottom turning back to wink and do that god forsaken lip bite. I raised my eyebrow as he smiled and turned away just as the warning bell began to ring. 

I tapped my foot as I stood waiting outside West downstairs exit, then I saw Dylan running towards me with a panicked face. “Y/n it’s Eric, h-he’s fighting Garret fuckin Walker.” My jaw hit the sidewalk as Dylan Grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the smoker’s pit. I ran faster than I ever have, pushing past countless people to see Eric laying on the ground. I jumped between them without thinking and caught Garret’s fist to the side of my head. I was only out for a couple seconds because when I came to Eric was hovering over me with only rage behind his eyes. I could still hear voices around us mumbling in shock, “I’ll kill him.” was the only words falling from Eric’s mouth. “You o-okay babe?” I asked still setting up in the dirt with a grin, he smirked “Am I okay, you caught a fist to the fuckin temple.” I chuckled and looked at the crowd around us. “Y’all got a fucking problem? Get the fuck outta my face.” I boomed as Eric stood above me sneering at the cluster of shit heads around us. He lowered his hand to me as an offering of help up. “Thanks babe.” I said as I took his hand, he pulled me up and dusted my back off. I saw Dyl leaning against the pole with a smile, I flipped him the bird. “Hey hey, you saved Eric’s fuckin nose from that whopper of a punch.” I chuckled and looked at Eric as he looked down at the ground with a frown. “Go on home Dyl, I gotta talk to Reb.” He tossed his hand up and I smiled waving him away. 

“Are you for real y/n?” Eric asked as I looked around the parking lot “Yeah it’s possible, everyone is cleared out and it would only take a second.” Eric started walking to the north entrance and I followed in suit. We pushed past the big metal doors and looked around, way too obviously nervous. He headed up stairs as I followed behind like a good little soldier. We said nothing until we reached the main office doors. He looked at me as he pushed the door open to an empty dark office. He smiled at me and walked over to the desk and sat in the swivel chair. Waking up the old computer as he tapped his feet nervously “I’ll stand watch outside the door, write it down on a sticky note and keep the pen.” I said kissing him roughly and sauntering out the door. Only 8 minutes later he came out and grabbed me by the arm pulling me into his arms kissing me roughly “You’re so hot, you know that?” I smiled as he ran his thumb over my cheek. “Let’s fucking go baby.” I whispered as I looked in his eyes with a sort of lust that isn’t describable with words.

Eric paced back in fourth as we stood in Garret’s back yard. “We are gonna walk in, I am gonna knock the absolute fuck out of him and we leave. Simple as that hun.” Eric shook his head and stopped “That’s too easy to actually work y/n.” I grunted and stood up off the swing in frustration “Fine, I’ll go by my damn self.” I stood up and made for the back door, Eric didn’t say anything most likely out of shock. I flung open the door, knowing full well his parents were gone and his room was upstairs. I made my way up the stairs quietly and paused at the last door on the right. I took a deep breath and opened the door, he was setting on his bed.

 “Hey honey.”I said with a smile. His mouth was open as I walked over to him and straddled his hips, “You’re one hell of a man baby.” I whispered into his ear and begin to kiss his sickly salty neck. He groaned and mumbled something like “Mhm why are you here?” I giggled and kissed on his neck, “Just for this babe.” I stabbed my knife into his fucking gut, twisting it as he coughed. I couldn’t help but smile as I yanked it out and pulled myself off his lap. He fell forward busting his face on the floor, then made quick work of this and flipped him on his back so he could look up at me. I sat on his hips yet again and looked into his shock and pain filled eyes. “You should never hit a lady Garret.” I said with a small smirk and with that I drug my knife across his throat stopping right below his block chin. Slowly I began to push it into his neck, and it was much easier than I thought it would be. He began to sputter as his mouth filled with blood. I smiled as I let the knife stick out of his neck, I pulled away to gently caress his cheek as the life drained from his big brown eyes. He lay there as I hummed “Ring of fire” by Johnny Cash. I pulled the knife out with a odd squelishing sound, and stood up stuffing the knife in my pocket. I turned to the door to see a petrified Eric. “W-what have you done y/n?”

Hope you guys enjoyed! If you have any requests or comments feel free to send them my way-Erica<3

Build  a Bear with Eric

Request’s open! Hope you enjoy. This was my own idea!


Eric Harris wasn’t always the loving sweet boyfriend you wished him to be. Eric however is human and made many mistakes, the most recent being an accusation. He for some reason thought that you were the one to let out his beloved dog Sparky into the streets, resulting in Sparky’s untimely parting from this earth. This incident lead to a screaming match ending in tears and sore throats. 

All that was last weekend, to show how sorry Eric was for assuming he decided to take you to your favorite store, Build a Bear. 

“C’mon baby! Let’s pick an…what the fuck is this?” Eric picks up an empty soon to be stuffed bear. His face so confused he almost looked disgusted. Earning looks of disbelief from mothers of small children and scoffs Eric sticks his tongue out at anyone who looks at him wrong.

“Eric why do you think it’s called build a bear?” You giggle picking up a lifeless bear and look up to see Eric gone. Five minuets pass as you look around the tubs of lifeless bears before deciding on one. Occasionally apologizing for your boyfriends out burst five minuets prior. 

“Hey.” You turn around to see Eric holding a teddy bear sized ballerina outfit, he quickly strikes a pose and asks if you thought the dress was ‘totally him’.

“No i don’t think it matches at all.” You giggle pulling him away.

“You’re right babe i’m more of a red and blue man not pink.”

You head over to the bears stuffing station where the girl working the station hands you a heart to kiss and laughs saying Eric was a hoot, you reply with a sure try living with him then smile as he wraps his long arms around your waist. She begins to stuff the bear after you’ve kissed the heart and placed it inside the bear. Eric pulls you closer as he whispers in your ear the bear won’t be the only thing getting stuffed tonight.

“Here’s your bear, remember it’s made with love.” She smiles and hands you the bear. As Eric hand’s you and outfit he picked for the bear. It was red flannel with a white t-shirt, jean shorts and combat boots. 

“Awe, this is gonna look so cute Reb!” You kiss his cheek as he hugs you again kissing your forehead. You pull away walking over to the station to give your bear a birthday Eric trails behind watching your hind end. 

“Kali?” Eric asks as you name the bear. 

“Yea…got a problem?” Suddenly your insecure about the name.

“That’s cute but…” He takes the keyboard and changes the name. 

“Arlene…cute.”  You kiss him and he whispers just for your ears.

‘It may be cute but my god your gorgeous.” You blush as Eric cashes out. Eric made sure that evening you knew he was sorry. 


September 2016 / The month in teapots:

  • Germany Pale Mother | Helma Sanders-Brahms | 1980
  • The Rutles: All You Need Is Cash | Eric Idle / Gary Weis | 1978
  • The Lighthouse | Mariya Saakyan | 2006
  • Dante’s Inferno | Ken Russell | 1967
  • Exhibition | Joanna Hogg | 2013
  • Father | István Szabó | 1966
  • Night and the City | Jules Dassin | 1950
  • Always on Sunday | Ken Russell | 1965
  • It Happened One Night | Frank Capra | 1934

Geek B-Roll: Eric Cash - Road Stories and Leaving Portland Apr. 12 2016

Geek B-Roll caught up with comedian Eric Cash at the Element Bar (which used to be The Copper Rooster and had a comedy night) and got him to share some crazy road stories and explain the reasons for his departure from Portland.