#tokenrichkid

seeing token laugh both in the episode and in ur art honestly filled my heart w/ so much joy and love i love it

A snowman? Sure the idea would have been preposterous to most during August but- when you live in South Park, snow is a common landscape. Lola blinked once or twice, her dark lashes gracing the upturn of her cheek before sliding her gaze from Token to the somewhat empty patch of land next to the stretch of sidewalk their steps coincided upon. She thought for a moment, turned her head to the street then back to the boy next to her with an easy smile. "Only if you promise we can name it Olaf."

South Park || Token Black

Playlist: 

1. Sweatpants  - Childish Gambino

2. All I Do is Win  - DJ Khaled

3. Money Maker - Ludacris

4. Pursuit of Happiness - Kid Cudi

Wet concrete and brick. One half laced army boot in front of the other. A cigarette perched between cracked lips -- smoke falling behind him. Craig had spent everyday this week walking the streets of South Park. Suspension wasn’t what it used to be. He didn’t know what to do with himself. 

          Thank god it was Saturday. Thank god for Token Black.

The door chimed as Craig stepped into Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse. It was hectic, the line wrapping around the counter. Mrs. Tweek waved from the back as she called out an order, the espresso machine steaming over her words. He’d been here every morning this week. What else was their to do? He squeezed between two anxious assholes who cursed at him under their breath. They’d been here every morning this week too.Craig caught a look at himself in the pastry case. His eye still looked like shit, purple and red, bloodied scabs on his brow bone. He’d give this to Marsh. Kid had a nice right hook. Tweek had his and Token’s usual's waiting for him at the counter and smiled. Some guy sighed. The customers were always pissed when he did this. Wasn’t his fault they waited until the last minuet to get their 9am fix. 

Enough was enough.

Bebe was two seconds away from throttling Clyde, witnesses be damned. Her loving and over-dramatic boyfriend had been acting skittish for the past few days, blurting out apologies at random intervals and running off crying before she could get a word in edgewise. It was driving her up a wall and a brief check-in with Token confirmed he was behaving similarly with him.

Something had to be done, and like always, it fell onto her to correct it.

This was why she found herself on Token’s front porch, waiting impatiently for him to open the door while the day’s heat licked at her skin. They needed to stage an intervention, she had told him; trap Clyde in a room long enough so that he’d admit to his ‘issues.’ Issues of which Bebe may have led Token to believe were gambling related. Bebe rolled her eyes and shook her head. God, they were both so unbelievably stupid sometimes.

When the door finally opened, she didn’t bother greeting the dark-skinned jock. “Finally,” she quipped, bulldozing straight past him and toward where Clyde was waiting unbeknownst to their intentions. Well, to her intentions. Token had finally managed to lure him over with the request for mandatory guy-time. She scoffed; when things went her way that phrase would have a brand new meaning.

Outside of his room, she gestured for Token to go in first and followed closely behind before slamming the door shut, causing Clyde to jump in surprise from his position on the bed. “Stay right there and be quiet.” She ordered when she saw him start to fidget, pleased that Token took the computer seat and adjusted it to sit right in front of him, as they had previously decided. On the off chance Clyde tried to flee, he be there to stop him. She stood in front of the two and played with the hem line of her sundress, letting Clyde spew in anxiety for a bit – admittedly enjoying his discomfort after he had given her migraines for the past few days. 

When she felt a sufficient amount of time had passed, she casually crossed her arm and caught his gaze. “So, when exactly are you planning on telling me that you want Token to pound you into the next century? Because, let me tell you, I am tired of waiting.” She tapped her flats against the floor and pointed a finger nail at Token when he started to make a move to leave. “Nuh-uh, you aren’t going anywhere. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been staring at my boyfriend’s ass like it hung the sun and stars.” A broken sob from Clyde had her rubbing at her temples and sighing. “Clyde, stop,” she spat, interrupting his ardent claims and excuses.“I know you love me and I’m not accusing you both of doing anything. I’m just letting you know that something has to be done about the overwhelming sexual tension between the two of you and if you think for one second I won’t be involved, then you are both severely delusional.” Bebe took a calming breath before proceeding.

Tobede 💗👸🏼👦🏽👦🏾 💗

When HCs discussed amongst friends turn into obsessions. 

@thisisnotablog-itsasandwich I blame you.