ten-year-old paper cutouts. With this stupid shipping war currently bugging the hell out of me,
with friends in the fandom threatening to drop out altogether, and hateful messages plaguing my
tags on Tumblr, I thought I would release a tiny rebuttal about my personal feelings about
Kyman (Eric Cartman/Kyle Broflovski), why I continue to adamantly ship them five years after
first entering the fandom, and why I continue to stick with my OTP and protect it.
For all its vulgarity, offensiveness and, let's face it, absurdity, South Park has become over time
a slice-of-life comedy detailing the social and emotionally-driven lives of four young boys living
in drastically different dysfunctional lifestyles, and the psychological effects it has on them. No, I'm not joking. While it may very well be unintentional, the ever-going tales of Stan, Kyle,
Cartman and Kenny are very easily compared to the differ
Saturday nights meant sleepovers for Stan and Kyle. This had been going on every weekend for as long as they could remember, and this particular Saturday they were at Stans house. It was well past midnight, and they had already gotten ready for bed, so they turned off the video game system and wandered downstairs for water before calling it a night.
You boys getting ready for bed? Stans mother asked as they walked down the stairs. She was watching TV on the couch with her husband.
Yeah Mom. Were just getting some water, Stan replied as the two boys went into the kitchen.
After a few moments, Stan and Kyle emerged from the kitchen with cups of water and a box of Cheesy Poofs. Stan wished his parents good night as the boys headed upstairs.
Hey boys, Stans dad called after them, and they turned to face him. We were just wondering, how come you two never show any PDA?
Stan gave his d