not happy but not tweaking it anymore

p-aurisan  asked:

Hmm, I was gonna suggest Tweek turning the coffee shop to a cat cafe after you mentioned it. c;

I think they both have sweet spots for animals so Tweek asked his dad for a favor to change the cafe a bit! Richard would do anything for his ‘gay son’ so he changed the cafe, and didn’t add drugs to the coffee anymore. They actually got more customers!

Stripe sometimes joins them while they work, and the cats learn to love the little rascal! It makes both Tweek and Craig to see everyone so happy!

Besides me being pissed about the cliffhanger, I want to thank Matt and Trey for giving Tweek more attention in the series. I remember for the longest time it was like he didn’t even exist anymore. I’m just so beyond grateful and happy. Especially since a ship I’ve been shipping since 2012 is still canon and healthy! 😊

Hey Black Sails fam, I wanted to share this WIP before I leave for Iceland next Monday, because I don’t think I’ll have time to finish this piece before that. It is still super rough, but maybe some of you are interested in seeing the various stages of my art process? I try not to look at any references when sketching out the basics, and I will tweak this a lot more later to get their likeness right.

My happy headcanon for what happens after 4x10 is that Thomas and James break out of the plantation after a while and go back to Silver and Madi (shut up about Treasure Island alright?) shortly afterwards and they talk for a very long time and are finally able to be honest about their feelings and Silver is sorry for what he’s done but Flint forgives him and then they KISS OKAY and nobody feels sad or betrayed or conflicted anymore and Madi and Thomas will become bffs (I should probably also include them in the final piece somehow) and they will all live happily ever fucking after gardening and reading and philosophising and practicing swords together.

A new schedule for my sanity

Hi guys n_n

So, i’ve recently come to the conclusion that i need to make more time for myself u_u 

For a few weeks, i’ve been keeping track of how many hours i put into Underlie and this passed week i spent 35 hours just on one Underlie update and the week before that I spent 43 hours on it. It’s like a full time job – only, i don’t get paid for it…

All I get to work on is Underlie and for a while now, i’ve come to look at Underlie as an obligation more than something fun that i want to work on all the time. I work so hard on it for everyone that follows me, but not so much for myself anymore. 

I don’t want to drop the story, but i want to work on other things that make me happy as well and with the current schedule that i keep, it’s difficult to do that.

So, long story short, I’ll be making Underlie a bi-weekly comic. I’ll be posting my own original content/other things that interest me during the off weeks. 

This upcoming week will be a ‘me’ week, so there wont be another Underlie update until Friday, July 21st. I will also be tweaking my Patreon to reflect these changes n_n

Thank you all so much for your continued support! I hope this news isn’t too disappointing or anything .///.  

red-balloons-and-popcorn  asked:

Oops, I accidentally pressed x’D. But maybe do a Papa Pen fanfic please? Like he’s been watching you for days after you two met in the woods and you promise to come back after a month but he can’t take it anymore, and just barges in to your room? And then things get a little... hot (I need more papa pen fics! ;^;)

For you darling I am always happy to some Papa Penny stories, I know how much your love him. I hope you don’t mind me tweaking the idea a little bit to make things a little more dangerous on the readers part~

The house was dark when you arrived home, the light of the street lamp barely illuminating the hallways as you stepped through the door and into the quiet living room. You didn’t seem to even care though as you dragged your tired feet across the floor, trudging your way towards the stair well and climbing your way up in the pitch blackness towards your room. There was no point in turning on the lights when all you wanted to do was fall straight into bed

Reaching your room you groped for the switch against the wall, blinking away the sudden flash of brightness that blinded you for just a moment. The enticing softness of your bed laid out before you was irresistible to your weary body, tired hands fumbling with the buttons of your shirt as you made to don your warm comfortable night clothes before slipping into that cosy nest of blankets

It was only when you had your shirt of and your hands reaching around to the straps of your bra that you noticed it, the bright garish flash of colour lurking in the corner of your room that most certainly did not belong there. Crying out in frightened surprise you stumbled backwards against your nightstand, crashing into the wood painfully and knocking over the lamp that rested on it

“Oh don’t stop on my account Sweetheart” That soft husky voice sent ice slicing through your veins, as familiar and unnerving as the first time you heard it. 

Snatching the discarded shirt up off the bed you clutched it tightly against your chest, desperate to try and cover yourself up and maintain at least some level of dignity

“H-How did you get in my house!” You watched wide eyed as the figure lurking in the corner stepped forward, Pale skin and bright coloured clothes almost glowing in the dim lighting. That painted face you tried so hard to forget bore a sly toothy smile, his red painted lips stretching over teeth far to sharp to be human.

“Ah-ah-ah, a magician never reveals his secrets” a white gloved finger wagged at you like he was scolding a wayward child. You tried desperately to move backwards as he moved closer, his steps agonisingly slow as he approached. “Besides Babydoll…”

You barely had time to scream before those wagging  fingers, struck like a serpent, coiling those inhumanly strong digits around your wrist and wrenching you forward against his chest.

“…Thats not really important right now is it?” ripping you away from the night stand he threw you forcefully against the bed, the breath easily stolen from your lungs as you bounced atop the mattress. You had no time to recover as you felt yourself being flipped over onto your back, the heavy weight of his body dropping down on you and trapping you beneath him. 

You tried to fight him but your weak flailing did little more than make him laugh, that harsh bellowing sound shaking through his body and rumbling through your own. Effortlessly he pinned both your arms above your head, the tight squeeze around them threatening to break bone.

“Now now, none of that Sweetness.” His breath was hot against your face, the scent of cigar smoke and blood filling your senses as he leaned in close. “A guy might feel unwanted with that attitude” again he flashed those shark like teeth at you in a threatening parody of a smile.

“w-what do you want?…” You voice was little more than a huff of breath, fear and the oppressive weight atop your chest allowing little else. The sight of that smile dropping sharply into a frown however made you wish you had kept quiet.

“That’s real cute Doll but playing dumb doesn’t suit you.” A pained gasp ripped from your throat as the grip against your wrists tightened, the bones grinding together sending stabs of pain shooting down your arms. Molten gold eyes leered down at you, his gaze sifting into something wicked and hungry as it trailed over the smooth skin of your nearly naked chest.

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember your promise. I was so very generous to wait for you this past month after all” Another flash of teeth and squeeze of his hand reflected his displeasure. 

You remembered alright. That night carved so deeply into your memory it would have been impossible to forget. His face had been just frightening then as it was now, that hungry stare and crooked grin stalking your dreams even weeks after. It was only by his mercy that you had escaped that first time, living on borrowed time which he had now come to collect his debt.

“One month I said, One month and you would return to me. That was the deal Sweet thing” He shifted his hands until he had both your wrists trapped beneath one of his large palms, a twinge of pain searing through the bruised flesh and bone at the action. His free hand came down to pet against your hair almost gently, long fingers raking through the strands of your locks as if petting a cat.

“Did you think that I would forget? that I would just let you off the hook so easily” those once gentle petting fingers instantly fisted in your hair, sending pain burning through your scalp as he wrenched your head back. Panic filled your chest as he leaned down to press his face into the crook of your exposed throat, inhaling deeply and letting out a low satisfied sigh

“I watched you, ya’know. Dragging yourself back and forth to that shitty job of yours, slinking back to an empty home every night just to do it all over again in the morning” The warm tickle against your throat sent goosebumps scattering across your skin, the heavy threat lingering in his words making your heart skip a beat

“By the way you really should get some curtains Sweetheart, Not that I didn’t enjoy the show mind you” Your face flushed at the implications, suddenly becoming acutely aware of how many times you must have unknowingly flashed him while preparing for bed.

 You blush only deepened as you felt his lips trailing across your throat, fear coiled and sat heavily in your gut at the thought of those jagged teeth lingering so close to your neck. That feeling soon twisted into something else as his began to move, those crimson lips trailing down to press hotly against your clavicle. 

“P-Please…” it was barely even a protest, your voice hitched in your throat as if trapped there by some invisible force. It was wrong, it was frightening. Yet still you felt that strange feeling grow inside you. The clown seemed to notice it too, panting hotly against your chest as he caught that sweet subtle scent on the air.

“Oh yes…I watched you. Wearing those short little business skirts of yours, strutting around alone in the dark just begging to be snatched up” His body shifted then, pressing the length of one thigh between your legs roughly. The harsh press against your nethers sending a jolt of fire licking through your belly leaving dull burning embers in its wake.

“Should have come back to me Sweetheart, if you had kept your promise I might have been nice.” The rough grinding of his thigh sent your hips bucking wildly, the friction of yellow silk against your skin and the pressure teasing your clit. “But no you just had to go and mess it all up didn’t you. Rude little girl kept me waiting too fucking long” The dark promise of his words hung heavy in the air, long groping fingers releasing from your hair you grip roughly at your bra before tearing it off of you like tissue paper. 

It was too late for apologies now. Too late for whimpered excuses or plaintive begging. Your fate had been sealed weeks ago and looking back on it now, you knew for certain that things would have probably have gone exactly the same way even if you had returned to him. Kindness had never been his intention from the very start no matter what he claimed.

All you could do was submit, like a wounded lamb before a starving wolf. Unable to escape your inevitable fate as it loomed above you, that shark toothed smile gleaming wetly in the dimming light.

“Better buckle up now Babydoll. Cuz Ol’ Pennywise is about to give you a lesson in manners you wont ever forget”

Before you yell at me on what a cock tease I am, I do have a part two planned for this. It was just getting a little too long for an ask answer so I left it on a cliff hanger for me to add onto at a later time once I get one or two more prompts out.

I promise you @red-balloons-and-popcorn I will give you the Papa Penny smut you deserve. For now I just hope this is enough to tide you over.

best week ever , & it’s not even Friday yet .. fuck my fucking fuck life .. don’t kno if im single or taken anymore so that’s great too .. so if anybody wants too take time outta their day & wants too make this gal happy .. ill be super duper grateful and a smidge more happier , which is better how i feel as of rn .. thank you all of my viewers & followers .. even too my ghost followers , i appreciate every single one of you 🙌 🙏 mwaaaaaaaaahhhhh

Guess who got the Boy Love Aficionado achievement!

Seriously, I’m so happy I finally got this and just look at them…it’s too cute that I’m going to die happy knowing I got this flipping achievement and a bunch of other stuff! All those achievements I got earlier, doesn’t matter anymore, this is what matters!

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤



“Are you sure this is a good Idea Cartman?”

“Yea yea, Kahl it’ll be fine trust me.”

Cartman smile’s and rubs his hand up and down Kyle’s back. Kyle smiles back and nods.

“Yea, ok. It’s about time they know about us, I hate that I have to fight you all the time.”

“I just wish we could be like tweek and craig.”

They both start to giggle as the front door opens.

“Cartman? Kyle? What’s goin on?”

Stan, Kenny, tweek, craig, and Wendy enter Cartman’s house with confused looks on their faces.

“Um,Well.. Cartman?”

Cartman sucks his teeth.

“Wow thanks alot jew. Well guys Kahl and I have something to confess to you guy’s.. Kahl and I have been.. In a relationship for quite some time now.”

He smiles at Kyle and places a hand on his back.

“Yeah guys, Cartman and I only fight just to throw you off, we actually love eachother alot.”

Kyle returns the smile, they both sit and wait for what the other’s had to say.

“Wait.. I still don’t understand.”


“Stan, Cartman and I are dating.. He’s my boyfriend, he has been for the past couple of years.”

Suddenly it gets quiet, then Wendy speaks up.

“That’s great you guy’s!”

She shouts, holding on to stan.

“Yeah, I mean if you two are dating then that’s fine with me, right Kenny?”


Kyle and Cartman were shocked at the response, but relieved at the same time.

“S-So you guys don’t mind?!”

Kyle says, gripping on to Cartman’s hand.

“Yeah dude, it’s fine. Atleast we won’t have to listen to you argue anymore.”

Craig laughs making everyone else laugh along with him.

Kyle sighs

‘I’m so happy.. So happy.’

(Sorry if this isn’t all that good I tried my best)

Merry Cribmas peeps. It’s Cribmas Eve for me right now, gonna be Cribmas in about 6 hrs.

I just love saying Cribamas.

Also and extra Craig just for Crib- yah okay no more just take this Craig.

Again with the inconsistent style. What am I even doing anymore?

poldarkmmmuses musings: The Four Swans – one year and a WHOLE lotta Poldark after


I’d only been active in the fandom for a few months when I read tFS for the first time. And I admit, I was quite vocal about the things that happened in it. Since I’ve become more involved in the fandom, have watched series one of the 2015 countless times, analyzed both S1 and S2 to pieces, and led interweb bookclubs on both The Black Tide and The Four Swans for the Poldark Podcast, I can say some of my thoughts around Graham’s sixth book have mellowed. This is not to say I’m all warm and fuzzy about Hugh Armitage all of a sudden. I’m just no longer demanding his head be served to me on a platter.

I have a trigger when it comes to adultery. I’ve mentioned it in a few locations as well as the podcast. This goes back all the way to when I was a kid (back in the Stone Age). Without getting into too many details, my dad had affairs. The last one broke up my folk’s marriage. At the time, I was all about being on Team Mom. It wasn’t until after she’d passed and I’d learned some of the KRAYKRAY shit happening in their relationship at the time of that last affair that I began to understand why my father made the choices he did. This perspective has doubled as I approach the twenty year mark on a less-than-ideal marital situation. 

So, what do I get with all of this life-wisdom heaped onto my head?

There are no such things as Soulmates™. I say this specifically to address some of the anonymous asks that have come into the @poldarkpodcast inbox. Here’s a sample (tweaked spelling and punctuation a bit): 

…not enjoying the four swans don’t like how Graham comes up with plot devises to constantly split up Ross and Demelza. he gave them a break in Black Moon, wonder if that’s why we talk about it so much because of heartache. I think in Black Moon Ross loves Demelza more then ever but as you said, there is now a chink in Demelza’s armor, she loves Ross still but it’s not the same as before the betrayal, she changed, lost faith, not on pedestal anymore, because if she was as happy as she seemed in Black Moon she wouldn’t want to have known Hugh, just friends who enjoy company etc, if you in love with husband you don’t sleep with a man who you hardly know, just to make him happy, its as bad as Ross sleeping with Margaret because she fed up, this was wrong of Graham to do this with Demelza because it alters how her character has been so far in the books, i know she has flaws, reckless with Julia, Verity etc but not unfaithful to Ross, hate the four swans. I agree with all what you said, she didn’t need to have sex with him on the beach, she could of said no, spoils it for me, hate betrayal, makes a mock of their marriage and i thought they were soul mates in literature, don’t think so. What do you you think Michelle

Folks are undeniably upset about Demelza’s adultery and have said they were supposed to be Soulmates™ (the trademark is my addition to the term that is posted). Other than the dictionary definition of the word, I simply cannot believe there is only one person on a planet of seven billion that I’m meant to be in a perfect, shiny, awesome state of being for the rest of my life . If that’s the case and I’m current with that person, then whoever is responsible for the soulmate matching job in my current situation is about to get a size-ten Doc Marten upside the head because why? EPIC FAIL. 

It’s a lovely, romantic notion, to be sure, to be with a single person in one’s life and never encounter moments of suck, the whole “happily ever after” idea. And yes, there are many couples out there who have been able to sustain a loving, committed relationship with the same person who used to snap their bra straps in junior high school or whatever. What I’ve discovered is what lies beneath those “soulmate-type” couples most if not all of the time is unwelcome compromise, societal pressures to stay together, despite what would be better for all concerned, and/or a SHIT-ton of hard, heartbreaking and heart-mending work that chips away on the very foundations of their partnership. This can include infidelity (emotional or physical), lack of communication, grief and loss, changes in dynamic (e.g. the traditional bread winner loses their job, so the other partner becomes the breadwinner and all of the mindfucking that goes into that. Don’t ask me how I know this). Which brings me to my next point…

Marriage is hard frakking work. There’s a reason why I haven’t bounced out of this less than ideal relationship. Or, I should say, YET. It’s far too easy to bail on a situation where the person you married has left the toilet seat up or has left the cap off the toothpaste one too many times. Living one’s life with another person, a person who is doing the same amount of growing and changing as you are, requires strong communication, opportunities to be independent in one’s hobbies or activities, and a whole bunch of other stuff. The first one, communication, is the thing that glues everything together. If you’re not willing to do the work, accept those moments when you’ve been the horse’s ass and need to apologize or say “I don’t think I love you anymore”, then stick with dating and booty calls.

So why blather about this stuff on a Poldark blog? Because the Poldark series is NOT a fairy tale, like Beauty and the Beast or The Little Mermaid. It is all about a marriage, through its turmoil and betrayal; its healing and forgiveness, that spans thirty-plus years. We encounter two of the greatest injuries to the Poldark marriage in Warleggan and The Four Swans. By the end of the latter, BOTH Ross and Demelza, our power couple, the Soulmates™, the hero and heroine of the series, have committed adultery, but emotional AND physical adultery and are at a very precarious place in their relationship. And as much as I want to rage and howl at both of them – and I do, every single time I re-read these books, I do – the emotion I am left with is a bone deep disappointment, the same disappointment I had when I was a kid and discovered my father’s failings, and when I was an adult, and discovered my mother’s failings. Feet of clay.

Now, neither of them were hapless victims or perpetrators of their decision making. As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. I’ve got ZERO love for either Elizabeth or Hugh, see both of them as being selfish, manipulative individuals (I’ve at least backed away from the predator label I’d slapped on Armitage my first read-through of tFS…see? An old dog can learn new tricks) and have much to do with how things shake out. Communication across the board for these four was ridiculously flawed and craptastic. Ultimately, it was the folks who’d made the promises that day in June 1787 that are responsible for ignoring the “You Shall Not Pass” line.

Why does Demelza’s adultery affect me more than Ross’s? Believe me, I’ve asked myself this question more times than I care to think about. Maybe it’s because she’d been the injured party first? Because she is so intuitive and has such well-honed Spidey senses and they’d been screeching in her ear from the moment she met Hugh? Because despite her saying she was content with Ross, in love with him and only wanted to be his wife, it feels like she was saying all of those things with her fingers crossed behind her back? Sadly, she doesn’t accept the truth of the situation until after she’s given herself to Hugh. Even after she acknowledges Jud’s tale telling and Ross’s secret meetings (which she assumes are ongoing rather than the single incident) as something that’s niggled at the back of her mind and, in the moment of decision, “eroded her will”, she acknowledges that it only had the power to do so because her impulses towards the act were strong enough that they would have leapt upon any excuse to justify the act. Even Hugh’s romance and fawning and charm and crap weren’t enough to sweep her away. Further, it isn’t until she thinks of the damage the knowledge of her infidelity would have upon her relationship with Ross should he ever find out that she begins to feel bad about what she’s done. She then reconsiders the possibility that Hugh’s romantic overtures had more of an impact on her than she’d thought earlier (of course they did, otherwise you wouldn’t have kept all of those damn poems, Demelza). She is sorry for committing adultery, not because she is any less in love with Ross, nor because she’s remorseful about having the experience of making love with another man (because she’s not)…it is because it has eradicated trust and loyalty, just as Ross’s visit to Elizabeth in Warleggan did. And even then… it’s not until Hugh is dead that she finally, FINALLY seems to come to terms with her actions and motives behind them: a) she was instantly attracted to him; and b) she’d fallen in love with him – long before she learned of Ross’s meeting with Elizabeth – and followed her heart’s desire.

If SHE casts aside her knowledge of Ross and Elizabeth’s meeting(s) and Ross’s fall from grace as an excuse for her behavior, who are we to continue to point at them as being the thing that would have kept her from doing what she did? Hugh’s not the only one who has had Demelza on a pedestal. We have as well. And her fall from that lofty position hurts so incredibly much.

tl;dr If I could say one thing it would be this: Ross? Leave that sonofabitch at Quimper. He ain’t nothing but trouble.

Want to read the passage where Demelza ponders all of this? It’s behind the cut. Happy to talk about this – I know I’ll enjoy the conversation. Well… enjoy might not be the right word for it, but you know what I mean. :-)

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  • Schneider 2.0. He/him/they/them, trans male.

OKAY, SO LIKE. I saw that accent on the AH, and damn near had a heart attack. I love it. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. And I wasn’t really digging Schneider 1.0 that much, that was a…”I want to use this piece of apparel! :D” decision, that I know I need to not make. I know betterrr.

Either way! He’s the new Lightning Keeper, and I’m head over heels. Those colors remind me of D.Va, which makes me even HAPPIER.

Might be tweaking his lore a pinch, ‘cause I’m not entirely sure the Canyon Deva (HAHAHA D.Va…Deva…HAHAHahahAHHA) thing really…fits anymore. Hmmm.

Ah, well. I’ll work it out eventually. FOR NOW. I’m 10x happier, hhhh.

Happy Birthday, Tweek
Happy Birthday, Tweek

Originally written as a situation where Tweek wouldn’t have to say “oh god, oh Jesus” (well, I halfway managed it anyway)

SCENE: Craig and Tweek are in one of their bedrooms. Music is playing on a nearby iPhone dock.

CRAIG: Happy birthday, man.

TWEEK: Thanks.

CRAIG: Here, I got you something. (he hands the object over)

TWEEK: Oh, cool. (tears the paper off; disappointed) Oh… it’s coffee.

CRAIG: Not exactly. It’s instant coffee.

TWEEK: I thought you knew me better than this, Craig. Just because I always drink coffee doesn’t mean I love the stuff–I just can’t live without it! It’s an addiction!

CRAIG: I know. I also know how helpless you get when you don’t have it.

TWEEK: “Helpless”, right. More like twitchy, nauseous, jumpy, irritable…

CRAIG: Exactly, but this isn’t coffee. It tastes like coffee, it’s hot like coffee, it’s caffeinated like coffee, but it isn’t really coffee. See, my grandpa was addicted to caffeine too, and he said that instant was like a nicotine patch. Whenever he wanted coffee, he’d make instant instead, but he’d make it really strong so it’d be really bitter. He said he was totally done with coffee before he finished his first jar.

TWEEK: I-I don’t know about this. I mean, my dad’s coffee is already pretty strong. It’s at the point where I need it strong or I don’t believe it’s coffee.

CRAIG: (thinks for a second) Okay, you depend on your dad to make your coffee, right?

TWEEK: Yeah.

CRAIG: So, if he isn’t around and you run out, what happens?

TWEEK: Oh, god! I don’t even want to GO there, man! My body starts feeling like a cage and the walls start closing in and I start to–

CRAIG: Okay! Instant coffee is real simple to make!

TWEEK: What?! No, man, my dad says that coffee is a precise process where everything has to be just right or else–

CRAIG: Tweek, Tweek, look. It’s like I said– this isn’t coffee.

TWEEK: Right… so, it’s simple?

CRAIG: So simple! You just put a spoonful into a cup and run hot tap-water over it. (Tweek makes uncertain breathing sounds) You don’t have to rely on your dad for coffee anymore, you can make it yourself. You can control how strong or weak it is. You can beat coffee, man!

TWEEK: (sniffles, relieved) Thanks, Craig… that was really considerate.

CRAIG: (pause) Besides, I’ve tasted your dad’s coffee. (chuckles) It’s pretty bad.

TWEEK: (as the scene fades out) Oh god, it’s terrible! I don’t know why I put up with the stuff! Ugh!

Written, performed, and produced by me, badgraph1csghost, based on characters from South Park, by Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Happy New Year’s!~

Hey guys.~ So we just wanted to say a quick thank you to all 519 of our amazing followers. Since we started up our blog you’ve made both of us smile a shit-ton and inspired us to make our content better than ever. So thank you!

In the new year we hope to:

  1. Start up a YouTube channel
  2. Get a creek fanfic/rp started and published on this page
  3. Find ways to make higher quality gifs

We’re sorry we never got around to answering some of the Christmas questions that were sent in, but now that it’s New Year’s we figured they weren’t really all that relevant anymore. We did get them all though and wish we could’ve gotten them out!


We look forward to answering more questions and starting all sorts of new projects in the months to come. Again, happy new year!~ Hope you’re all having an awesome one. ;)


TWEEK: What- what does this mean?
CRAIG: It means even though I’m with Thomas… I… can’t stop thinking about you.
TWEEK: !!!

CRAIG: But I can’t be with you.
TWEEK: Gah! What?!
CRAIG: You know, when I asked you the other day, I would’ve… I would’ve dropped everything, if you’d say yes.
CRAIG: I wanted you to be honest with me, I needed it.
TWEEK: Craig-
CRAIG: And I know it’s not your fault, I mean I wasn’t honest either, right?
CRAIG: But I can’t be with your anymore. It’s too late, I can’t just turn back, okay?

CRAIG: I’m with Thomas now and I… I love him.
CRAIG: I’ve liked you since I was twelve, Tweek. It’s been eight years! You and I- we just fuck up all the time.
CRAIG: And now I’m finally happy with someone. I don’t want to ruin this.
TWEEK: B-But- we both love each other!
TWEEK: Craig, please. Can’t you think about this?

CRAIG: I have, Tweek. I can’t be with you anymore. It’s over.