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inamindfarfaraway · 5 months
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The Morality of Mabel and Dipper Pines
Warning: Dipper Levels of Overanalysis Ahead
I’d like to make it clear at the start that I love both of these characters equally and they’re both good people, just in different ways. But I’ve seen a lot of criticism of Mabel’s flaws and less of Dipper’s, so I’d like to contribute to the discussion of their respective characters by exploring a divide between them I haven’t seen talked about much.
Mabel really wants to be a moral person. She places a lot of intrinsic worth in the concepts of ethics, like kindness and fairness and the wellbeing of others. Being a bad person could be considered her worst fear. It’s definitely up there with her other greatest fears of losing her relationship with Dipper and the inevitability of change, and those fears developed later largely in response to Ford and the baggage he brought with him.
Dipper just doesn’t care about that as much. That isn’t to say he’s a bad person! He's compassionate, selfless, brave and unquestionably heroic by the end of the show. They both are. But it sticks out to me how differently they think about ethics. For example, Dipper literally killed Wax Sherlock Holmes, while Mabel is so averse to hurting someone’s feelings that she couldn’t bear to break out of a false, one-sided relationship with Gideon. You see what I’m getting at here? But I have more evidence! Buckle up, this is gonna get long.
Compare how they treat their rivals, Pacifica and Robbie. These are ordinary humans with no real authority over them who, age and class gaps aside, they're basically on even footing with in confrontations, so this is a good metric for how aggressive they are when upset and how much they hold grudges in mundane situations.
In “Irrational Treasure”, Mabel is deeply hurt by Pacifica’s mockery to the point of giving up her silly identity, and sets out to prove her wrong that she can be competent. But at the end, when presented with the opportunity to destroy the Northwest family’s fake prestigious legacy that they use to justify putting others down, she declares, “I’ve got nothing to prove” and lets it go. She’s secure in herself. Her motivation is satisfied. Why bother putting more pain and strife into the world? It’s Dipper, who has been only been hurt by proximity to Mabel, who insists on exposing the truth specifically to spite Pacifica and takes away that “Man, revenge is underrated. That felt awesome!” Revenge is arguably a form of justice, especially in this sense of revealing an unfair lie, but still, he takes great pleasure in bringing an enemy down for the sake of it, not to fix the damage they did.
In “Fight Fighters”, Dipper’s vindictive streak returns. He manipulates the ridiculously powerful Rumble McSkirmish into brutally beating up Robbie on the fraudulent charge of murder, threatening Robbie’s life. He didn’t realize Rumble would try to kill Robbie, but he was fine with him severely injuring him. Rumble is a fighting game character, a superpowered master martial artist. Robbie is a normal fifteen-year-old. This is not a sportsmanlike matchup. By the end Dipper learns his lesson and takes responsibility, but so did Mabel about hurting people to try to have a perfect life and people still complain about that!
In “The Golf War”, Mabel is again the twin with a bone to pick with Pacifica, but Dipper takes her rivalry more seriously than her and is more willing to be mean about it. He encourages her to cheat when she doesn’t want to, justifying it because Pacifica is “cheating at life”. Understandable, but still underhanded. While Mabel bonds and buries the hatchet with her rival by the end, outright declaring their rivalry to be stupid, Dipper holds onto it, refusing to forgive Pacifica at all and disapproving of Mabel's offer to give her a ride home afterward despite the pouring rain and her absent parents. He still wholeheartedly considers her “the worst” (and tells her to her face) at the beginning of “Northwest Mansion Mystery”, even though he saw her and Mabel help and protect each other in their fight against the Lilliputtians and Pacifica thank Mabel and accept her apology.
In “The Love God”, Mabel’s compassion is on full display. She makes it apparent that she wants everyone she knows to be happy, to the point of making a chart to show her friends’ feelings with stickers, and goes out of her way to help Robbie just because she doesn’t think any human being should be so lonely and sad. Dipper initially has no sympathy for Robbie’s misery and sees the twins and his old friends leaving him to rot as a net good.
Dipper just invests more emotionally into hating people and is more willing to play dirty. Mabel prefers to see the best in people, forgive, deescalate conflict and turn enemies into friends whenever possible, and has more respect for honour and sportsmanship.
Compare the insecurities they highlight in "Society of the Blind Eye". These could have been their last words spoken with their memories of the summer, so they are fully candid and vulnerable.
Mabel confesses, “I only love some of my stuffed animals and the guilt is killing me!” She reprimands herself for not having sincere affection for all the people in her life… who are inanimate objects, hence this being a joke about how immature and overly sentimental she is. But she’s telling the truth! Not being honest about your feelings toward someone who loves you (as toys are assumed to love their kids) is wrong. It’s something a bad, or at least flawed, person would do. We also know that it’s something Mabel can do with real consequences - she loves Dipper unconditionally, but her frequent teasing of him instead of letting this on damages his self-esteem more than she intends and often realizes - and when she does realize as in “Little Dipper”, she’s ashamed of herself. Her guilt is that she’s failing morally, that she hurts the people around her despite her good intentions.
Dipper admits, “Sometimes I use big words and don’t actually know what they mean. I mean, I’m supposed to be the smart guy! If I’m not the smart guy, then who am I?” He primarily thinks of his worth in terms of competence. Dipper is generally not that confident, at this point in time. He has an intense drive to prove his worth. He is acutely aware of his physical and social shortcomings. But the one thing he knows that he does well is analytical, deductive and strategic thinking, and so to always have value he’s built his entire identity on being particularly intelligent. He’s the planner, the mastermind, the guy with the specialized knowledge and important big words who people have no choice but to respect and listen to, because a lifetime of loneliness besides Mabel has taught him that given a choice, they probably won’t. Except just like Mabel’s all-loving attitude, there’s an element of performance. He doesn’t know everything; he’s inherently irrational to a degree like everyone else. So he tries to seem smarter than he is. His guilt is that he’s failing intellectually and practically, that he isn’t contributing enough to be worth something.
This is where Dipper diverges. He wants to be ethically good less than he wants to be good AT things, and respected for it. But they both beat themselves up when they don’t live up to their self-assigned archetypes of All-Loving Hero and The Smart Guy, when they aren’t good enough by their own unreasonably high standards.
"The Last Mabelcorn" deconstructs Mabel’s fixation on her moral perfection. Celestabellabethabelle, who I will henceforth call C-Beth for short, manipulates it to keep her out of the unicorns’ way. She makes manifest Mabel’s fear that she isn’t good enough no matter what she does. We see Mabel push herself further and further to try to prove herself, much like Dipper in episodes like “Dipper vs Manliness”, and emotionally unravel until she’s miserable, self-loathing and openly listing her vices in a way never seen before. But this isn’t productive! Wallowing in guilt doesn’t motivate her to be better! She needs to learn that although she isn’t perfect, the virtues she has are good enough to work with to both get out of and kick C-Beth out of her head. She decides to stop worrying about meeting an impossible ideal of goodness and just focus on doing good, by using efficient (if violent, and therefore immoral under certain paradigms) methods to protect her family. Her plot in this episode has its detractors and I understand the criticisms that the message wasn’t handled as well as it could have been. But I think it does okay. Mabel definitely reevaluates her need to feel like a good person here. She switches from prioritizing what’s important to her, the validation of being "pure of heart", to what’s important to others and in the bigger picture, simply getting the unicorn hair to keep Bill out of the Mystery Shack.
Finally, compare the twins’ disastrous errors in judgement in “Scary-Oke” and “Dipper and Mabel vs the Future”, when they both accidentally unleash terrible forces of evil upon the town and set in motion a local apocalypse.
Dipper recites an incantation from Journal 3 that causes the dead to rise as bloodthirsty zombies, desperate to prove to the government agents before they leave that the supernatural is real and warrants their help investigating, driven by both his desire for knowledge (his tool to feel secure in himself) and more immediately his fear of being dismissed as unworthy. He is emotionally vulnerable, but still creates the dangerous situation on his own initiative. Since he doesn’t need a blacklight to read the spell and the beginning of the episode established that he’s already familiar with all Journal 3’s visible entries, he knew what the spell would do. He doesn’t realize how many zombies will appear and how dangerous they’ll be. But he is aware that there are risks. Plus, the Shack is hosting a party full of innocent civilians and Mabel has explicitly asked him not to interfere with weirdness. The one thing she told him not to do that night was raise the dead! And what does he do? Raises the dead.
Mabel is actively deceived and manipulated into giving who she believes to be Blendin Blandin, an expert in time-altering technology, what she believes to be an item of such technology, with the intention of warping time to extend the summer for the town. This is a selfish choice. But on top of how emotionally compromised she is, sobbing in despair after “the worst day of [her] life”, consider her internal logic: the end of summer is going to mean the pains and tribulations of growing up for both her and Dipper, and they won’t even have each other if he gets his way; Wendy is already going through that and has told her how awful high school is; she overheard at least some of the Stans’ conversation at the end of “A Tale of Two Stans”, meaning she might know that Stan will have to give up his home and business once the summer is over; and she and Dipper both have true friends here who they will miss and be missed by, as opposed to their memories of Piedmont where we only see them supporting and comforting each other and never hear of any friends. And it isn’t like she’s the only one having fun! Stan is happier than ever, Ford is back home, Dipper’s come into his own more than she could ever have anticipated. He’ll still get to delve into the mysteries and weirdness of this town that he loves so much. But she’ll be there too. If you want more Gravity Falls, you can see where she’s coming from. She genuinely thinks that “just a little more summer” would be a positive experience for everyone, with plenty of good reason. Yes, she’s recklessly messing with powerful forces that she doesn’t understand. Yes, she isn’t nearly as suspicious of this sudden miracle solution as she should be. But she has no evidence that this would harm anyone.
Their responses after making their mistake are also noteworthy. They’re both horrified and remorseful. But Dipper expresses no concern for the agents for the rest of the episode when it looks like they’ve been killed due to his actions and even nonchalantly remarks that he thought they were dead when he sees them again. Mabel, however, reaches to stop Bill and begs him to “wait” before he knocks her unconscious. Then she’s imprisoned in Mabelland, which is designed to make her never want to leave and based on how it only occurs to her that the neon colours and repetitive background music are too much even for her after she renounces it, may additionally have a direct, if subtle, influence on her mind. So she’s a little distracted from her guilt. But by risking her life to fix the repercussions of her actions and save the town, she shows much more responsibility for the townspeople’s lives than Dipper showed for the agents he’d tried so hard to impress. He just happily went about his business for weeks believing he had two people’s deaths on his conscience. Never even looked into whether they survived.
These differences in their personal moral philosophies add another layer to the parallels between the two generations of Pines twins. Typically, Dipper parallels Ford and Mabel parallels Stan. But less so here! Like Mabel, Ford very staunchly believes in abstract moral theory, namely that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. He holds a grudge for weeks against Stan saving him from being lost in the dimensions through the portal, because it endangered the rest of the world by creating the Rift. It was a good deed with good intentions… but it didn’t only make life better for everyone. To Ford, that means it isn’t good enough. Hmm, which younger twin has a problem with judging anything short of ‘pure good’ to not be worthwhile? Also like Mabel, Ford’s self-righteousness is often hypocritical, considering his pride, selfishness and willingness to disregard the possible negative consequences of his actions, e.g. trusting Bill and building the portal in the first place.
Like Dipper, Stan is willing and ready to use underhanded methods to win against his enemies, to lie, cheat, steal and leverage assets he doesn’t really have the right to. He’s more inclined to be aggressive, spiteful and smug. As for taking rivalries seriously, even to an unreasonable extent, he personally despised a nine-year-old child even before he knew that the child was a bad person. He would absolutely summon Rumble McSkirmish to attack a rival for him. He prides himself on his cunning, another form of intelligence, and prioritises being good at what he does best over holding the moral high ground. He is shown to have lifelong insecurities about Ford being better than him in other fields (and thus explicitly valued more by their father); so his pragmatism is his way of trying to always be useful to the people he loves, and indeed a key way he shows them his love.
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gorboble · 27 days
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So, Meta Flowey. Encore Flowey. whatever you wanna call it. I wanna discuss it rq
I believe I have a pretty solid explanation for the specimens (intentional by the devs or not,) and I've come to one conclusion: They're based on childhood fears. Let me explain each one.
Clay
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This one is a bit obvious, at least to me. I think it's based on how kids will see claymation and get scared of it, you know? Like Mabel in that one episode of Gravity Falls. Might have something to do with Uncanny Valley.
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Polygonal
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Another obvious one. This is based on late 90's games when 3d was becoming a thing. The kind that is mostly good fun until one moment when the scariest enemy known to man comes out and has you quit the game for 6 months. Like Majora's Mask! Every kid was scared of that game, weren't they?
Patchwork
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Creepy dolls, and such. Maybe just the slight discomfort you feel when you go into a room in grandma's house, the one where she sews blankets and toys. I always had a slightly unnerving feeling when it came to stuff like that. This one might be a little more personal, but it's valid.
Now, these next ones weren't so obvious. I had to do a little reaching for them.
Mechanical
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It just wasn't quite obvious to me at first. This one is based on how heavy machinery may scare children and make them nervous. It's unknown and foreign to them. They don't know anything about it, but they have a feeling that they'll get hurt if they aren't careful with it (and they're right! machinery will kill you if you're not careful!)
Also guns. Guns can be scary to kids. I hope.
Organic
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Now, I would say this one is the fear of doctor visits. But... it's gotta be more than that. You hear the beeping and see blood cells and such. You probably won't see that at a check-up. I think it's a bit deeper than that.
I think this is the fear of going to hospitals in general. A bit more serious than the doctor's office. It could be for a serious, painful disease the child has contracted, or... it could be visiting a loved one while they're in medical care, maybe after a horrible accident, or a terminal illness. The song supports this sort of dread regarding the inevitable loss of family. And the beeping at the end... yeah. This one is pretty grim.
Paper
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specimen paper was the hardest phase to think about. Mostly because... who the hell out there is afraid of paper? I know there's a phobia for it, but it's rare.
So, I looked further into it. Paper airplanes and paper balls are flying around as attacks. And in the music? Laughter and talking.
I think this is bullying. It doesn't play into the... paper flowey, but I couldn't find any other fitting explanation. At least for this theory. Because, again, paper isn't exactly a common childhood fear that people have. Neither is bullying... but it's a huge issue in schools and is a lot more scarring than something you might find scary as a 6-year-old.
Also, note how Flowey doesn't move in this phase. Along with the organic phase. They feel really empty compared to the others, in a good way. It paints the picture of darker memories than just a scary enemy you encountered in SM64. It could also bring up some questions about Clover's past..
remember this post was entirely theoretical and probably not intended by the devs. i just wanted to write this lol. anyways i think im done. i wanted to make this post for a while now but i just now got to it at like midnight on a Friday ok byeeeee
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ckret2 · 11 months
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How are ford and dipper interacting with Bill. (especially after their ptsd due to how he hurt them)
So "how are they interacting with Bill OVERALL" is a big question—and one i've already touched on in a couple previous asks—so to shrink the question to manageable size, I'm gonna interpret this one more as "talk about any Bill-related trauma Ford and Dipper might have and how seeing him again impacts it."
I actually don't think either of them necessarily developed PTSD (although Ford has worse odds). Not because they didn't go through traumatic experiences thanks to Bill, but rather just because not everyone who goes through a traumatic experience develops PTSD. Some excerpts from the National Institute of Mental Health:
It is important to remember that not everyone who lives through a dangerous event develops PTSD. In fact, most people will not develop the disorder.
Many factors play a part in whether a person will develop PTSD. Risk factors make a person more likely to develop PTSD. Other factors, called resilience factors, can help reduce the risk of the disorder.
Some factors that may promote recovery after trauma include:
Seeking out support from other people, such as friends and family
Finding a support group after a traumatic event
Learning to feel good about one’s own actions in the face of danger
Having a positive coping strategy, or a way of getting through the bad event and learning from it
Being able to act and respond effectively despite feeling fear
The Pines are part of a close knit family that shared in Weirdmageddon, and 3/4 of them were puppeted, hurt, and/or manipulated by Bill and can commiserate. They also have friends in Gravity Falls they can talk to about their Bill experiences. Although Ford and Dipper are ashamed of being fooled by Bill in the past, even during the course of the show they started helping each other process that; and all four of them have reason to be proud of how they faced Weirdmageddon. They all ultimately responded to their fears by taking action. The family's in a good position to get through the aftermath with minimal lingering trauma!
The biggest potential issues are their physical isolation from their support network, and Gravity Falls' Never Mind All That Act hampering people from talking with each other; but if you assume they're still regularly talking with each other on phone or online and that people are still willing to talk in private amongst friends about Weirdmageddon, I think they can get around the majority of those issues. (Plus, realistically, the Never Mind All That Act would hamper recovery from trauma; but since it was clearly intended to be a funny cartoon joke about life going back to normal, I don't want to narratively treat it like a serious thing with serious consequences.)
(I'm also on the fence about headcanoning whether Dipper & Mabel tell their parents; Dipper spends most of summer trying to tell the nearest adult relative all about the weird stuff in Gravity Falls and Mabel immediately writes to mom & dad about the new gruncle that came out of a magic portal, I don't see why they'd stop that when they get home. Odds the parents get the kids therapy is like 90% but odds they'd let the kids go back next summer is 5% so... *makes a weighing scales gesture*)
So I think they'll get through with minimal trauma-trauma. But the scars of the incident can show on them in ways other than full-blown PTSD.
The worst of it Dipper experiences is nightmares. Sometimes about Bill, sometimes about being stuck outside his body while it sleeps below. Admittedly, nothing to sneeze at; few things are more terrifying than waking up, disoriented and in the dark, from a nightmare about a guy who can actually invade nightmares—you can spend the next half hour asking yourself "what if it was real?" But if you've got a sister in the next room to reassure you it wasn't real and a grunkle in a weird time zone you can call at 3 am to hear he's had similar dreams for thirty years and they never meant anything... eventually a half hour of fear becomes five minutes of fear and the dreams become annoying instead of terrifying.
If anything, being in the Shack with Bill helps Dipper deal with the nightmares—it's reassuring to be able to wake up from a Bill nightmare, bellow "GET OUT OF MY DREAMS YOU FREAK," and hear back from the floor below, "I'M NOT IN YOUR DREAMS, I'M WATCHING TURNER CLASSIC MOVIES WITH ABUELITA."
Even his dreams about out-of-body experiences have decreased since coming back to the shack—that's probably a sign of healing, right?
(One of the things Bill plans never to admit to the humans: he still has a sizable amount of dream-related magic, and he's started shoving Dipper's soul back in his body whenever Bill sees him astral projecting because he's sick of getting blamed for Dipper's "nightmare" when he wakes up.)
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Between Dipper and Ford, Ford's the most likely to actually get PTSD—specifically because at the outset, he got the least emotional support. After he found out Bill's motives, he was trapped alone in his house for weeks, afraid that the world could end if he fell asleep, until the point that he was hallucinating Bill in other people's eyes—if it was a hallucination.
That extreme sleep deprivation, that paranoia, that terror, and most of all that isolation from any support—THAT sure could trigger PTSD.
But Ford's had thirty years to process that, all while traveling through a multiverse full of people like "oh, THAT Bill Cipher? Oh yeah we totally sympathize, that's the exact kind of thing that guy would do." Getting dumped into the multiverse probably gave him a better shot of healthily processing the experience than he could have had on Earth. (Note that he's not checking people's eyeballs when he gets home from the multiverse.)
On the other hand, I do believe he's got some noteworthy trauma from thirty years in the multiverse, but never mind that! (You could arguably call that "caused" by Bill—but I don't think interacting with Bill conjures up memories of traumatic multiversal travels for Ford. He didn't see Bill during those 30 years. His mind sorts them in different boxes.)
The biggest negative psychological impact Bill left on Ford is trust issues. When he first returned to Gravity Falls, that was more global—TRUST NO ONE. Those trust issues have shrunk a lot—now it's just "don't trust Bill." Bill could tell Ford the sky is blue, and he'd have to go look to make sure Bill isn't trying to keep Ford from finding out that the sky's turned pink.
Upside: this makes it almost impossible for Bill to mess with Ford's head. Ford is all but mess-proof. Everything Bill says carries zero weight with him. Downside: this makes it almost impossible for them to carry on a conversation.
(Bill's the only one who considers this a downside. He's looking for a way to twist Ford into regretting not listening to Bill. Maybe the next time the kids are in trouble, he'll go tell Ford first, and then he can feel all self-righteous when Ford feels all guilty about brushing Bill off and not helping the kids.)
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davenweenie · 1 year
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Lab Rats Headcanon’s
I don’t know if anyone has realised but I’m horrendously British so you’ll have to excuse some of my language if you’re American and don’t understand it. Also I am a massive Chase stan so most of these will be about him.
-I could go on about the Chase is Trans hc until the day I die. He just gives off major trans vibes and it’s canon in my head. lol.
-Spike is so odd to me. The fact that they can’t find a way to remove him form Chase’s chip is odd. On another note please give me DID Chase fic recs.
-Chase is really durable. Adam can literally carry tons of weight and punches Chase all the time, also throws him, and Chase is just, like fine?
-Adam feels really guilty when he gets older about how much he hurt Chase when they were kids/teenagers. The fact that his baby brother’s arms were covered in bruises so much that he could never wear short sleeves in fear of someone thinking he was being abused makes him feel terrible.
-however, Bionic Brother Tosses still happen. Adam just makes sure Chase has somewhere a bit softer to land when they see each other.
-Bree can pick Chase up like he weighs nothing. Just throws him over her shoulder. She could since they were kids and made sure they could all carry each other if they needed to (getting out of dangerous situations, especially if someone is unconscious)
-Adam and Bree still have nightmares about seeing Chase’s ‘dead’ body in Giselle’s lab.
-their necks are incredibly sensitive from where their chips are. Kaz thinks it’s funny to touch Chase’s all the time and surprises him all the time when he sneaks up from the back.
-this is way in the future but I think Perry cried at Kaz and Chase’s wedding. Also Skylar and Bree’s. She told everyone she had hayfever though.
-Perry was inconsolable when one of her cats died from liver failure and came knocking on the EF penthouse door in tears. Bree and Chase were terrified to see that woman cry. Of course they comforted her though.
-I don’t think bionic people can get pregnant. I feel like it would be super dangerous idk. Adding to this, Bree and Skylar wanted kids but it would have been too dangerous for them both to have children so they ended up fostering and adopting twins of a superhero that was killed by the shapeshifters (idk this one’s a work in progress)
-Kaz and Oliver go back to being doctors when Mighty Med is rebuilt. Kaz was so excited after delivering his first baby (idk, do they do that at that hospital, I still haven’t finished MM) and kept rambling about it to Chase over the phone. Oliver was passed out because he’s terrified of babies.
-Adam and Leo both smoke weed for sure. They’re stoner brothers. If Chase had been around when they started he would for sure also get high a lot (probably not by smoking it because he cares too much about his health. He’d probably eat it)
-Chase doesn’t get dizzy. Instead: he sees in pixels until it goes away. This only happens if he gets really dizzy though, like has spun around 100 times sort of dizzy. Otherwise he’s like a normal person.
-Adam loved My Little Pony when they were kids, he still watched it from time to time when he’s feeling sad. He also really liked watching Monster High with Bree.
-Adam is literally Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls reincarnated. Chase is absolutely like Dipper Pines which is the main reason he loved Gravity Falls when he was younger.
-people used to think Bree and Chase were twins only because they were so similar in height and build, as they’ve gotten older they’ve become easier to separate from each other.
-Tasha drives and Davenport is the passenger princess. I know Davenport can drive but he chooses not to if he doesn’t have to.
-Adam loves going on drives with his siblings, it’s perfect bonding time. They sing pop songs (usually Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Brittany Spears etc) at the top of their lungs while driving to get food.
-When Kaz and Chase move in together, the first thing Kaz does is get a red pickup truck. He told Chase that he got it so they could drive out of the city and go stargazing where the sky wasn’t polluted by light. (It’s giving Dante and Aristotle, I know)
-Chase’s first car was a Ford Fiesta which he got with his own money. He knew he could have asked Davenport for a car and he would have gotten a high tech, brand new car the next day but he wanted something that he had worked hard to get. He wanted visual proof that he could accomplish things on his own and saving up for a car had been one of them.
-There were many road trips in that small car. They drove to Hollywood a lot and often times climbed up to the Hollywood sign even though they knew it was trespassing. When Chase eventually had to get a new car because the Fiesta kept breaking down, he had cried. He felt stupid crying over a car but Kaz had assured him it was okay.
-they had made so many memories in that car and after being split up as a team, Chase clung onto it as if it would make him and his siblings a team again. It took a lot of willpower to sell it for parts. He kept the steering wheel, he wanted to keep one part to remember the amazing times in that little car.
-although Bree used to constantly talk about how she wished she didn’t have to be around her brothers, now that she only had Chase around she realised how much she missed them. As annoying and obnoxious her brothers could be, she missed them more than anything.
-the reunion after being split up was a tearjerker, Douglas had sobbed into Otis (the dog, who Adam had kept after Chase moved out of the island) and then denied it ever happened.
Anywho, that’s all, luvs. I’m posting a lot because it’s my day off and I don’t feel completely exhausted anymore. Hopefully I’ll get back to posting more regularly now that my brain can function agains.
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princess-schez · 9 months
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Fic: Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare - Chapter 8
Warnings: Invisible hands, an edge so close.... Genre: Bill Cipher/Reader fanfic Summary: The Reader has been plagued by violent nightmares for as long as she can remember. Deciding to move to Oregon for a simpler pace of life, it is there she meets the dream demon himself and begins to unravel a mystery connecting them both. Notes: This chapter gets a 🌶🌶🌶 rating. Fic under cut below.
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Chapter 8.
The atmosphere at Greasy’s Diner was quaint and a little kitschy, but it perfectly embodied the whole small-town feel you felt. You sat in a booth, with Dipper and Mabel beside you and Stan and Ford on the other. It was a little tight but not uncomfortable, except for the awkward silence that passed over your table.
While you were waiting for your order to be delivered, Mabel brought up the subject of you staying with them a little longer. “We gotta solve this mystery,” she explained to her grunkles.
Dipper nodded and added, "Huntokar is somehow tied to this. Not to mention she’s been having weird dreams that are somehow connected to the monster.”
“It’s—it’s true,” you replied. “But it’s not just Huntokar either. Even before moving here, I had these weird, bizarre dreams. They were so surreal I can’t even begin to explain them properly.”
Ford was about to speak up when the food was brought to the table, interrupting them. After a moment of everyone hungrily diving into their food, Ford finally got to ask his question.
“What are your dreams about? I’m curious to see how they connect to everything.”
You took a deep breath, unsure where to begin. Then, after a moment, you decided to dive right in, trying to explain your dreams as best as possible when they didn’t entirely make sense. “Ever since I can remember, I’ve dreamt of this... place. I’ve never seen it before, but everything around me is in chaos, like complete world-ending chaos. And in them, I feel like I’m dying, you know. But recently, I saw this Huntokar creature in it, and she killed me.” You lowered your voice a little, not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself. “That was the first time I ever saw her or who it was that had killed me in these dreams.”
Ford and Stan exchanged worried glances at one another. You noticed this, and a rise of panic made your stomach hurt. “What does it mean?” you asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Not sure,” Ford replied, “but we need to figure this out. If you’re dreaming of the creature, then it’s definitely connected to you somehow. And until we do, it is probably best you stay here for now.”
“You should tell them about the dream you had of Bill,” Mabel half-whispered, nudging you.
An embarrassing warmth began to rush to your face as you remembered the rather erotic dream with the handsy demon. Your body involuntarily tingled with sensations shooting down through to your nether regions, and you rubbed your thighs together to try to quell the need for friction there. You cleared your throat, quickly trying to shut it down before anyone could tell.
“Uh, yeah, then I had one of the floating Dorito, too... He wanted me to remember something, but I don’t know what. And then before I woke up, he said those weren’t just nightmares I was having and—”
You stopped as your eyes met those of Stan’s and Ford’s, and if you thought they looked worried before, it was nothing compared to now. The fear was clearly present on both their faces. “W-what?” you asked, now obviously very concerned.
“With Bill being back and already invading your mind, it would appear that he’s made you his next target,” Ford replied, his mouth dry. “Whatever you do, don’t let him into your mind.”
You looked down at your plate, every urge wanting to ask more. The only thing you mustered was a weak “Okay.” However, every question imaginable was floating around in your head. Like why you? What would happen if you let Bill into your head? Nothing about this made sense, but the only thing that did was to excuse yourself from the table and hurry to the restroom. You quickly splashed cold water on your face, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“What is my life anymore?” you asked yourself, as a moment passed over you.
Finding out that you were Bill’s next target and that whole thing with Huntokar, your mind didn’t know how to process any new information. Two otherworldly beings had their eyes—or eye, in the case of Bill—on you. You were just a simple human. What could you have done to deserve this? Maybe... maybe you didn’t want to know the truth. Perhaps it would be better to continue your journey and forget this place... Forget this ever happened…
But something continued to nag at you, something about Bill just... well, it didn’t quite make sense to you. You felt more afraid of Huntokar than Bill, despite knowing only slightly more about the evil triangle than the deer-headed woman.
You sighed, lifting your head off the mirror and noticing a large smudge on the glass left behind. Grabbing a wad of paper towels to wipe it off, something behind you in the mirror caught your attention. Something dark and shadowy... almost pointy, poking out from around an open stall... Your head whipped around, fully expecting something or someone to be there... But your eyes only met the empty bathroom. You blinked a few times, unsure if your eyes were playing tricks on you, as a chill surged through your body, goosebumps rising and prickling on your skin. Dashing to the door, you nearly gave yourself another start when you saw Mabel standing in front of you, arms raised as though ready to knock on the door.
“Are you okay?” she asked, looking slightly worried.
“No, not really,” you replied truthfully, your heart beating quickly, still thinking about that weird incident in the bathroom. Who would have been in your situation? Were you going crazy?
“I know everything seems to be coming at you all at once. But my brother and grunkles and I won’t let anything bad happen. We’ve dealt with bad things like Bill before.”
“I—I appreciate that,” you replied, though you wondered how four humans could take on two otherworldly beings. The odds were definitely not in anyone’s favor. 
But as if on cue, Mable added, “We haven’t fully told you about Weirdmageddon yet, have we?”
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After you left the diner a while later, loaded with more knowledge of Weirdmageddon than you had anticipated, you decided to have them drop you off back at the Shack while the Pines family headed to the park for a family outing. You grabbed a few things from your Uhaul to accommodate your longer stay.
And as you watched them drive off, you turned to see your Uhaul still sitting there, and looking at it made you sigh deeply. Things had, well... certainly gone in an unexpected direction for sure. Nevertheless, you tried to make the best of a weird situation.
Climbing into the back of your moving truck, you shuffled stuff around until you found what you were looking for.
“There you are,” you whispered, reaching around some furniture to grab the box marked as ‘clothes.’ It was a tight squeeze, having to bend and twist to reach it, but your hands were able to grab it as you bent over a small nightstand. What you weren’t expecting was the weight of something on your back, the steady, almost even pressure like something—or someone—was invading your personal space by pressing themselves against you in an intimate manner. You closed your eyes as your body exploded with sensations, nerves tingling with delight. Familiarity washed over you, the kind you had when Bill was kissing you, and a calm feeling settled over you at that moment. You lost yourself in a haze of emotions that made absolutely no sense.
A faint tingle traveled down your back like a finger was trailing down your back, down the curve of your spine to the top of your pants, continuing downward to between your legs. A warm feeling grew, and you rubbed your legs together for only the second time that day, almost begging for something to help with this needy feeling. A soft moan escaped your mouth, echoing slightly in the moving van as the feeling of invisible hands rubbed at your clothed mound. Those skillful fingers deftly rubbed, adding just the right amount of pressure that you almost toppled over that edge into euphoric bliss.
You wanted—no, needed—something desperately inside you that very moment. Something pounding you into the floor of this van, something to fill your deepest, darkest desires...
The edge was so close now... Any moment, you were going to orgasm, and it would be the most wonderful feeling in the world, that free fall into the void. But the edge never came. Yanked back cruelly as fast as it started, you shot up and looked around frantically, panting from the build-up but finding nothing. Not even a box could have landed on you to give you that feeling of something pressing against you. You rubbed the back of your neck, goosebumps traveling up and down your arm. An icy chill ran through you as you realized immediately that your pants and undies were soaked from the experience. ______ Chapter 7 / Chapter 9 AO3 / Wattpad
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spuddlespud · 11 months
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Manuscript Search/Find the Word Tag
Tagged by:
@primroseprime2019 💜: walk, surprise, allow and impress
@blind-the-winds 💜: young, yearn, yelp, yellow, and yes.
@eccaiia 💜: happy, hurt, head, hour, and hole!
@winterandwords 💜: thought, though, through and tough
I tag: @aohendo @inkspellangel @talesofsorrowandofruin @ahordeofwasps @bardic-tales @untethereddreams @theglitchywriterboi @junypr-camus @frostedlemonwriter
Your words are: run, rain, real, road
Walk
So when Charlie just walked up to her and said with a smile ‘You’ll never guess what happened last night!” Andi knew she was in for some tale of the miraculous, some fresh nonsense.
Surprise - A Workers Guide to Demonology
I'm the first to admit that I detest most things about this human meatsack I'm lugging around, but it has a nice belly, a belly that can hold plenty of sustenance for my soul-devouring spirit. I'm surprised that I'm starting to feel somewhat...protective of this body. It almost feels like it's me that's been insulted by the titters around the office and the insolent humans eye roll.
Allow - A Short Way to an Angry AI
"Language!" Despite having the foulest mouth of any sentient being Riley had ever known, Sadie took every little opportunity to chastise her crew for the same faux pas. She said living beings should know better. AI's had a lot of shit to remember and deal with, as well as stupid crews putting them in stupid situations, they could be allowed a little swear every now and again, as a treat.
Impress - Dragonbreath and Skelefellas
Saph was just having a peaceful morning minding her own business and  polishing her knife collection when Skully clattered into the room. The  necromancer wasted no time in sweeping Saph’s mini workshop half off the  table and replacing it with an impressive pile of papers and books. It  was only thanks to Saph’s well developed reflexes that she managed to  save her magic polish from a tumble to the floor.
Young - Contained World Potions
So, young apprentice, whatever you do, don't you dare open the Contained World.
Yearn - none
Yelp - Untitled
Erika's sword swung down, meeting the knights shield with a clang and following through with a kick to his kneecap. The other knight let out an undignified yelp, only just managing to keep his balance.
Yellow - Old Inn Door
Mabel pushed the sheets of her body, revealing her old yellowing slip. Her hair stuck up in a sweaty clump on her forehead, leaving her jealous of Robin's short cropped hair.
Yes - A Worker's Guide to Demonology
Her malleable little human soul is no match for my domineering spirit. Even a level 1 demon would be able to...Harry! Molly! Yes it's me can you hear me?"
Happy - The Familiarity Between the Owl and the Pussycat
Séamus burst through the window twittering and going on and on about Midnight and all the uncouth things the cat had done. Bathsheba tuned most of it out, focusing on the herbs she was trying to organise into the correct order on the wall. She let out a low hum every once in a while to keep Séamus happy as he twittered on.
Hurt - A Worker's Guide to Demonology
"How dare you refer to me, the burner of galaxies, the tamer of snakes as 'it'?!"
"Ah look you've hurt its feelings now"
"It!?"
Head - Untitled Werewolf WIP
John's pale skin looked washed out under the fluorescent light of the office. His head was in his hands.
Hour - A Short Way to An Angry AI
As funny as the 'your majesty' caper had been, Celeste could tell it was starting to get on Riley's nerves. They'd been stewing in their room for the last two hours after the burnt toast and toilet incident, and when a crew consists of two humans and an AI there isn't really any space for long term disagreements. That's how disasters happened.
Hole - A Worker's Guide to Demonology
The other one, in a holey tshirt and scruffed up hair, seems more amused than concerned. "Feeling a bit worse for wear?"
Thought
But the fears and the sins of you alive humans are just another thing entirely. Another dialect almost, as your species is very clever at distracting yourselves above ground. I suppose your brains only have room for a limited number of thoughts at a time.
Though - A Short Way to an Angry AI
"It's nothing you haven't said before, Sadie," Celeste admonished, before turning to Riley.  "She has a point though, it was a bit insulting."
Through - A Short Way to an Angry AI
"Riley....Riley." The ever calm voice spread throughout the room, cutting into Riley's sleep. Fucking AIs!
Riley rolled over with a groan, pulling their pillow over their head. "Sadie, power down."
"'Sadie, power down'" the mocking voice repeated "You disabled that command remember. You said you we're fed up with missing your wake up call."
Tough
“Go fuck yourself”
“I’d rather fuck you”
“Tough, I’m too busy doing monster things”
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hecateisalesbian · 10 months
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ok, for the ask game:
Originally I was just gonna say “ALLA THEM” and then I realized there’s 100 of them so for your sake (and mind) I’m gonna say nope to that
so instead just go ahead and do 1-30 because that is a manageable number
Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers, Enemies to friends to lovers- I’ll save you time because all of these are Lumity :)
Friends with benefits to lovers- yeah uh I don’t really have one for this? And my blog is pg so-
Exes who still have feelings for each other but broke up and still get along- Me fr 👀 nah jk it’s Raeda we love Raeda
Exes who still have feelings for each other but broke up and don't want to see each other because it hurts- Mmmmmmmm, maybe Aladarius or Catradora (I mean they technically aren’t exes but they are ex best friends), Sashanne
Exes who still have feelings for each other but broke up and are very bitter about it and jerks to each other- also Aladarius and Sashanne
Age gap- Huntlow or smth idk
Would be toxic in real life but it fits them in fiction- okay so I don’t ship this anymore bc I kinda left most of the fandom (still do cosplays tho) but I used to be super OBSESSED with Drarry and it was just 😭 I kinda look back on it and was like 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 but whatever
Always horny- pg blog so not answering
ADORE each other it's always their honeymoon phase- Lumity lol
Act more like friends than a couple but truly are a couple who love each other- I would say Glimmer x Bow but like Idk they kinda were lovey idk
Always are in conflict but truly are a couple who love each other and wouldn't have it another way- Aladarius or Gustholomule or maybe Harlivy
Rivals at work but openly in love when it comes to non-professional things- I don’t really have one for this?? Idk u tell me lol
Employee/assistant and boss- Errrr Raeda when Eda was technically working for the Catts and the Catts leader was Raine?
Partners in crime- Raeda, Lumity, Huntlow, Gustholomule, if we are going Platonic Hunter and Luz, Luz and Willow, Gus and Willow, Hunter and Willow, basically the entire hexsquad, Sashanne, maybe with Marcy but she’s too kind ❤️ Dipper and Mabel (plantonically ofc), Harlivy
Loyal henchman and boss- uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. (QPR) Steve and Lilith when they were in the emperors coven? Idk
More competent henchman tired of their more incompetent boss but still sticks around for a reason- uhhhhhhhh, man I need to find more ships, jdjsjjwkqjdhddhsjss idk
Good guy and villain who make it work somehow- ……………….Catradora? Tho she kinda turned hero so
Romeo and Juliet- I don’t know if this means love at first sight or would die for eachother but Raeda fits both I feel like
Open relationship/swingers- eh-? *one google search later* okay yeah not answering that
Ray of sunshine and angery/creepy who can be calmed down/is not feared only with sunshine- Uhhhhhhh. Ray of Sunshine and Angry would be Catradora or smth
Ray of sunshine and jerk who is good only to sunshine (and can be scolded bh them)- Catradora, Lumity, and Platonically Luz and Hunter, Raeda sometimes
Super supportive and their emotional mess of a partner- So the entire hexsquad (#traumatized) ?
Power duo in their profession- Huntlow and Lumity And Raeda
Creepy/grumpy normal and happy/cute psycho- idk man maybe Harlivy?
Dumb and dumber- Gustholomule is that you?
Sweet idiot and grumpy braincel- Lumity during some occasions
Overly flirty/horny to the panicking one who tries to resist/doesn't know what to do- again no answer
Overly flirty/horny to the annoyed/serious one, possibly tsundere- No answer (maybe harlivy)
I have like three main ships and also I have no reading comprehension lol so sorry if these sound bad but now I UNO REVERSE ONTO YOU DAGGER
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gritsandbrits · 11 months
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About fandoms giving rich white kids more leeway than poor or PoC kids, remember that post you reblogged about how medieval women weren't oppressed in "exactly the same way" as Victorian women?
Part of the problem is that a lot of people are still interpreting the world in ways that would have made sense in Victorian times. Why do some white women in fandoms believe that men (even PoC men) are the source of all evil?
Because if you were a rich white Victorian woman, male cruelty really IS all you would ever experience. In Victorian times, only men would have power to hurt you, so as a reaction against that, a lot of ideology was devoted to the idea that "men and women are enemies".
The problem is, as we see in fandoms, this has led to white girls like Mal from Descendants or Andrea from TGAMM being given more leeway than Kat from Wendell and Wild or Katara from Avatar, even though if you're a poor woman or a woman-of-color, rich white women can be just as cruel to you as men.
Heck, the story of Cinderella was all about a woman escaping her female abuser by marrying a man. But since marriage was oppressive to Victorian women specifically, people with this mindset attack the Cinderella story as evil, since they can't imagine the idea that "not all women have Victorian experiences, and some of them might want to escape from female abusers, not just male abusers".
So, fandoms' favoritism of rich white girls can be traced back to the idea that "because Victorian women only had reason to fear men, other women can't possibly have reason to fear rich white women."
Aren't u the same anon who kept sending me stuff about the grey jedi & neolibs or catra and radfems bc i was not thinking of thr Victorian era lmao. I was simply responding to the ridiculous hate train Mabel and Kat keep getting and my own experiences seeing fandom demonize kids for every little thing.
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andromerot · 1 year
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episode twenty two: eternal return. in which everyone posesses a secret self
I'LL TAKE YOU IN AND FILL YOU UP WITH LACK OF BEING FED.
i love gay sex
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THE HUNGRY THING WANTED AND WANTED - AND HOW DOES IT END???
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trespassing in HER garden....
the green thread tying her to the tree the red thread tying her to anna the green meadow the red meadow
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mabel mabel strong and able you are trapped inside this fable round the table you must go you were naughty back around the other way other way other way...........
hm. i think. i think maybe it was another king.
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white as death. white as purification. white as aurora silver. white as undue power. black as the king's heart. white as anna's heart. mabel as an infestation upon it.
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YEAH
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gotta love all earth fears the purity of fire
idk i think it was this monologue here that changed everything for me. when i went from "good podcast" to "lifechanging". ive felt so often that i am inadequate to be loved, that im rotten inside, and mabel did two things: put it in words that made it not just disgusting but also fascinating, and then contradicted it. mabel is rotten. its true. shes loved for it endlessly. there is someone out there that wants to be stinged by her. drowned hand in unlovable hand. mabel is being cruel to anna because she doesnt trust her, but we as the audience know the truth, and it sides a little with both of them. yes, anna has fictionalized mabel. but also yes, she does know what she really is. she has for a long time before coming to the house. ALSO"i am death silver and black come to ruin you"/"this is the girl come to ruin me like fire" from ep 20 is. woah. in the close "future" anna will be death and mabel will be fire but now she reverses their roles just a little bit. theres also just so many phrases on here that i repeat to me constantly. i am thorns and mist. i am a sharp and vitriolic thing you must be unyielding. the need for you twists me up. it would have been a good story. sigh. my girl who hates to be loved...
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mabel martin bird moments once again...btw when she says "fitcher's swan" shes referencing a grimms folkltale called fitchers bird, which is a bluebeard type. i dont know exactly what this reference means, but i think its a nice story, so read it if you want..
mabel trying her best not to become luna....sigh. I WILL TEAR ALL OF IT DOWN I WILL TEAR ALL OF IT DOWN
sorry um this here. this changed my life
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the fake psychiatric hospital bit is one of the scariest moments of the podcast tbh like yeah its only like one minute of it but. awful awful time. its so much. are you lighter is your mouth smaller...idk it just reveals so much about what mabel really fears and the reason she cant trust annas intentions. and of course if you know her backstory AND annas backstory it becomes so much more hurtful. theyve both been here, really.
oh THIS ONE HERE also changed the world. i have always loved you there is no world bereft of my love for you. THEY PUT GOD IN MY MOUTH AND I SPAT HIM OUT NOTHING GETS INSIDE ME WITHOUT MY CONTEMPT WHEN THEY TRIED AGAIN GOD WAS A WOMAN AND I WAS MORE RECEPTIVE IT WAS A TRUTH IN DISGUISE. mabel loving anna, a betrayal of her own integrity. i have made a religion out of you. YOU ARE TO KEEP ME ANNA YOU HAVE BITTEN INTO MY HEART AND LAID YOUR KINGDOM THERE AND ALL OWNERSHIP REQUIRES RULING
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happy mabelvera choking scene martes
I AM NOT THE FROG, YOU STUPID BALL OF TWIG AND MOSS
I AM ALWAYS THE SCORPION
I AM NOT THE HELPLESS GIRL IN A TRAP
I AM A MANY WEBBED SPIDER
I AM THE LABYRINTH, ANNA
AND I AM ALSO THE MINOTAUR
literally fucking dies
also they were so real for this
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More heathers au with the rich kids
You have no idea how happy I am right now! 😁
17 year old Dipper Pines just wants to survive his final year of high school with no mishaps, no bullies, no rumors started about him… Is that too much to ask?!
Fortunately, he has his best friend, Neil and his sister, Mabel to get him through it all. They’re just gonna keep watching Disney movies until they graduate
Amongst the assholes, wannabes, clearly drunk teachers, and know-it-alls are the Richies. The three richest and most popular kids in the school
Wybie Lovat is the “nice one”. He’s captain of the baseball team, has a cheerleader girlfriend, and his main color is black. Little does everyone know the guy’s not as happy as everyone believes he is.
Dib is the sarcastic asshole. Always finding new ways to insult you, and he wears designer glasses. His main color is blue. He’s secretly out to take Lili’s spot as leader but until then, he’s stuck as the punchline of her “jokes”.
Lili is the feared, unquestioned leader dressed in magenta and has caught the eye of the football team captain. All she desires is power over the other students… And she has it.
One day, Dipper gets them out of trouble using a perfectly forged hall pass, and they decide to do something for him in return… They make him beautiful.
Now, Dipper is a member of the Richies. He’s upper-middle class, so it’s fine. He does whatever they tell him to, anything to fit in and not get harassed by Coraline and Raz. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that people are starting to check him out. Especially this cute guy with weird hair wearing a red leather jacket
Norman Babcock is the mysterious loner. He’s quiet, poetic, and… Oh yeah, he has a gun. But that’s not gonna come back to haunt us, right?… Right?!
Oh, and there’s Coraline Jones. Wybie’s girlfriend and almost as popular as Lili… Not really though. She loves Wybie but likes high school fame just a bit more, and Dipper seems to be the new “It Boy” (Sorry Coraline fans, but I need a Kurt Kelly! >_<)
Raz Aquato hangs out with the Richies, too, just to flirt with Lili, only to be met with rejection… Although, Dipper’s kinda hot, too
One day, just to be cruel, the Richies have Dipper forge a romantic love letter from Raz to give to Mabel as a prank, inviting her to his party
Of course, Dipper would rather lick the bathroom floor than do that to his sister but the Richies are… Very convincing. See, he can either hang with them in their “Candy Store” and be on top, living the good life and having the sweetest confections. Or, he can be with the peons and suck on stale chips… He wants candy
And after a misunderstanding, two jocks go to teach Norman a lesson… But then Norman pulls out his gun
And all Dipper can think is… “Dayuuuuummmnnn…” (But this is the 80s, so he’s keeping his crush on the down low)
Fast-forward, it’s the night of the party! Yay! Brought to you by Raz Aquato!
Before going, Dipper flirts with Norman at a 7-Eleven, where he extols the virtues of the Slurpee for numbing his grief
Then the party
It’s all going great, everyone’s drinking, making out, partying on the roof, getting high… Then Mabel and Neil show up with sparkling cider
Mabel goes to thank Raz for inviting her even though he didn’t while Dipper feels guilty and the Richies come up with a plan to mess with them
And it involves putting their photos on a piñata and having the two of them hit it. Dipper’s seen enough, grabs the piñata, and throws it in the pool. As it dissolves, hot sauce spreads around the water so he’s really glad he stopped their prank… Until he’s confronted by Lili.
Lili: You were nothing before you met me! You were playing Barbies with Neil Downe! You were a Brownie, you were a Bluebird, you were a Girl Scout Cookie! I got you into a Remington Party! What’s my thanks?… Monday morning, you’re history. I’ll tell everyone about tonight. Transfer to Laika. Transfer to Touchstone. No one at Mystery’s going to let you play their reindeer games…
Drunk out of his mind and angry, Dipper goes to visit Norman… And they play a round of croquet. (No funny business!) Still drunk, Dipper confesses to Norman that he wants the Richies gone, and Norman takes that just a little too literally
The next morning, Dipper goes to Lili’s mansion to… Reluctantly apologize. And she’ll only accept his apology if he fixes her a Prarie Oyster
Norman adds toxic drain cleaner to his mug as a joke, but the mugs accidentally get switched. Norman notices this, but says nothing to Dipper and watches Lili drink the poisoned hangover cure
Lili: *Coughs* Corn… Nuts! *Passes out on the floor and dies*
Dipper: I just killed my best friend!
Norman: And your worst enemy.
Dipper: Same difference!
Dipper panics, his whole future is ruined, but Norman convinces him to forge a suicide note; which paints a more complex, misunderstood version of Lili. And when he does this, Dipper starts seeing Lili’s ghost
Lili’s Funeral
Wybie’s actually grieving while Dib sees an opportunity
Wybie: Oh, God. This is a tragic thing, and sometimes… I have a hard time dealing with it and stuff. Please send Lili to Heaven and all that.
Dib: I prayed for the death of Lili Zanotto many times. And I felt bad every time I did it, but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah!
Dipper: Hi, I'm sorry. Technically, I did not kill Lili Zanotto, but hey who am I trying to kid, right? I just want my high school to be a nicer place. Amen… Did that sound bitchy?
A week after the funeral, Dipper tries to get on with his normal life, but he is berated and mocked by Lili's ghost. And on top of that, Dib seems to be getting just a little cocky. He even takes Lili’s ring while he and Wybie are supposed to be cleaning her locker
And to make things worse, Raz and Coraline (To become more popular than Dipper) claim that he tried to make out with both of them after Lili’s funeral, resulting in Wybie punching him in the face
So, Dipper has the genius plan to prank Coraline and Raz with Norman, while also making it so Wybie doesn’t hate him anymore. He and Norman will make it seem like Coraline and Raz were actually in the closet and were too afraid to come out, so they committed s*icide (… IDK)
And this comes with a forged note
The day they go through with their plan, Dipper lures Raz and Coraline into the woods just to “talk things out” when out of nowhere, Norman shoots them down with a gun he told Dipper was loaded with blanks… It wasn’t
They leave the note, flee the scene, and Dipper comes to the conclusion that his boyfriend has a God Complex
At the joint funeral, Mel loudly proclaims she loves her dead lesbian daughter
Dipper is considering cutting off all ties with Norman, but this guy just knows all the rights words to say and convinced Dipper to stay with him. But Dipper has given him an ultimatum: Give up violence and live a normal life with him or lose him forever. Norman agrees and they reconcile
Then at school, Mabel reels Dipper she and Neil suspect Norman of murdering Coraline and Raz, believing Raz’s "love note" is proof. Dipper, urged on by Lili’s ghost, confesses that she forged the note to humiliate Mabel, who runs off in tears
It’s another day at school, Dib is the new HBIC, and Wybie is trying to not break down crying… There’s also an assembly put together by Ford to stop the “suicide epidemic” by engineering a big public Kumbaya spectacle to encourage students to let down their guards
And it goes well… Until Wybie confesses that he’s thought about killing himself
Wybie: … The last girl I made out with killed herself because she was actually a lesbian. And my best friend seemed to have it all together but now she's gone too. And now my stomach hurts worse and worse and every morning on the bus I feel my heart beating louder and faster and I'm like, ‘Jesus I'm on the frickin' bus again because all my rides to school are dead!’
After a long rant, Dib humiliates Wybie in front of the other students and he runs away in tears, to the bathroom… With pills.
Dipper walks in before he can get off the cap
Wybie: Suicide is a private thing.
Dipper: You're giving your life away to become a goddamn statistic in U.S. Fucking A Today. That's got to be the least private thing I can think of.
Wybie: But what about Lili, Coraline, and Raz?
Dipper: If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?
Wybie: … Probably.
Dipper: Hey now, if you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being, you'd be a game show host.
Dipper finally breaks up with Norman. It’s easy when he accidentally points his gun at him, and gets on with his life… Let’s see how Mabel and Neil are doing… Not great. Also, Norman blackmails Dib into making the student body sign a “petition”
Mabel, feeling as though Dipper has abandoned her, jumps off a bridge, but survives. Dipper rushes to the hospital when he hears this from Dib, who tried to get him and Wybie to sign the “petition” but Dipper’s suspicious when he hears it was Norman’s idea
When he returns home, he’s spiraling and has a weird nightmare where Norman kills Dib. And when he wakes up, he hears Norman trying to break in and remembers the “petition”. Wanting to hear what this is about, Dipper fakes his s*icide by pretending to hang himself
When Norman comes in his room and sees his “dead boyfriend,” he, in tears, reveals the petition, signed by every student, is actually a mass s*icide note — along with his plans to blow up the pep rally and make it look like a mass s*icide. Grief stricken, he leaves to go through with his plan
It’s a race against the clock for Dipper so he can stop Norman. When he finds out he’s in the boiler room, he confronts him in the boiler room, but in their struggle, Norman is shot.
Unable to disarm the bomb, Dipper lugs it outside onto the football field, far away from the school…
Dipper: Dear Diary, the irony in all of this is that I never got to write my own s*icide note.
Then Norman arrives and convinces him to let him take the bomb. The two share one last kiss before Dipper runs away and the bomb explodes, killing Norman
Returning to school, Dipper takes the ring from Dib and ends the era of social ridicule. He invites Mabel, Neil and the 2 remaining Richies to hang out, rent a movie, and be kids before childhood is over
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notsordinary · 2 years
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I hope I'm not the only one who noticed this and if I am I hope people see this because I want more people to notice this. The this of which I am referring to is the parallels and similarities between Mabel from gravity falls and Marcy from Amphibia. I know this sounds really random like I just thought "hey Mabel and Marcy similar names" but no. There is actually a incredible similarity between the two charectors. Both of them had arcs about being afraid of being separated from the person or is Marcy's case people they grew up with and loved. I'll start with Mabel. She was already afraid of leaving gravity falls when she got the news that Dipper would be staying in gravity falls. It was supposed to be a good day planning for Dipper and hers 13th birthday but instead it ended up being terrible. Mabel ran out of the mystery shack crying leaving Dipper standing there after a fight with him. There she was met by Bill who was possessing Blenden (I probably spelled that wrong) who made her a offer. He said that if she gave him the rift he would give her the power to have more summer. Mabel in her state of fear and sadness took his deal. She thought is was Blenden and that he was a okay guy so no harm would come. She was wrong and weird mageden started. Now moving on to Marcy. It was Anne's 13th birthday and she was having a pretty good day and about to go celebrate with friends. She was then texted by her parents telling her to come home and it was then she was told. She was told that her dad got a new job so they would be moving. She's upset and runs out of her house crying leaving her parents standing there. She than runs into the town and stops by the store window where she sees the music box that can travel to other worlds she read about earlier. In her fear and sadness she tricks Sasha and Anne into stealing the music box. Once she is in Amphibia she meats King Andreas who seems like a good guy. He makes a deal with her that if she brings him the music box fully charged he will take her and her friends with him on his adventures and they can be together, forever. She thinks that no one will get hurt because Andreas hasn't shown his true colors yet. Okay so first I'm going to talk about the parallels. Number one in Mabel's case it happened a week before Dipper and hers 13th birthday, in Marcy's case it happened on Anne's 13th birthday. Number two both of them were tricked by someone who made themselves look like a good guy who wants to help. Number three both of them ran out of there house crying leaving someone they were fighting with calling after them. Number 4 for both of them it was life changing news that led to this. Number 5 for both of them the day was supposed to be good but ended up being terrible. However while these are good parallels that I like thats not the important part. The important part is how similar what there wants and arcs are. All Mabel wanted was more time with the people she loves especially Dipper. All Marcy wanted was to not have to leave Sasha and Anne. Both of them ended up getting tricked because they were scared upset kids. They both just love the people they grew up with and don't want to be separated from them. I want all reading this to know I don't and never will hate either of them. They were both scared and made a mistake and maybe it would be a bit different if they are adults but thats part of the point. There both just kids. Bubbly, fun, happy, sweet kids who just didn't want to be alone.
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Valentine asked Ramon what he thought of all this mess and why he brought her to confront Mabel despite her wishes. She was hoping to have him on her side.
"I don't think we should give up on Rhys." Ramon said as they walked and he got them to more of an open space instead of silently moving through the woods. "I am not sired to Vlad anymore so I can think for myself for once. Well, if you can ignore the mind control. The point is Robb might be our golden ticket."
"What do you mean? Does he know how to..." Valentine didn't want to complete her sentence, in fear of disappointing herself when Ramon disregards her idea. So she let her sentence hang in there and Ramon didn't argue back.
"That guy can do anything. He knows everything. He has no weakness, he showed us all. He let anyone who was willing to try hurt him but no one could." Ramon seemed in awe of Robb as he spoke. "He knows other powerful beings, humans, vampires and more. He's not confined to this place like Vlad was. He saw the world and he found secrets known to no one else."
"He might know a way to bring back Rhys!" Valentine shouted. "We have to see him. We have to beg him do anything he-"
"That's where you come in Valentine. Robb was clear in his instructions. If we try to get into his property we're dead but you... he would have to talk to you and ask you to leave and you can tell him then."
Valentine realized they were walking towards the mansion now. She barely recognized the place as she realized the fog was cleared and the sky was filled with stars. It felt like a different and almost a warm place. "What happened here?"
"He happened." Ramon answered. "Tell me you're afraid and we turn back. Tell me you want me to go and try my luck and I'll do it for you. I owe it to you and to him."
Valentine put an arm to his arm and said, "I'll do it." Ramon reassured her that Robb never killed a human being for trespassing.
He usually scared them off and erased their memories. The worst that could happen was that he would drink a bit of her blood. Ramon would wait outside the property for her but that was all he could do.
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wasntmeanttobe64 · 1 year
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Who cares anymore? Maybe just you, so you have the last words. Well go for it, you fucking prick.
Dear Mabel,
I don’t know how to write to you, I’ve been thinking about something to tell you since we last spoke, I’ve been writing and rewriting, thinking and thinking, I’ve been picturing myself talking with you for hours to redeem myself. I guess, the truth is, part of me does not want to deal with the circumstances, that you don’t trust me anymore, that what is done is done, and I can never be truly forgiven.
This email/letter/message, however way I will send it, if I will send it anyways, is truly a massacre to my being. I want to ask you to forgive me, but that can never be done, and that hurts me to the core of my being. The truth is, I’ve done wrong things. It was my deepest fear that I hurt you, and that you see me as someone who is unforgivable, and by avoiding it, by not being myself, I was trying to avoid the pain, but I have to face it, you made me face it. I have abandoned you, I have hurt you, in ways that are selfish and narcissistic. There’s not a lot of stories or songs for me to find solace as a person who is clearly in the wrong, as a person who is so afraid of rejection and abandonment, I’ve turned myself into a stalker, into one of those people that follow you home, I’ve let go of expressing myself in front of you, because I was scared of you, because deep down I know that I’ve done something that will forever get you away from me, even though I truly love you, in ways I cannot express, in the way that I clearly could not express when I abandoned you, and when I couldn’t show you myself when I talked with you, or scared you.
I’m truly sorry for what I have done, I regret it and I wished I could’ve showed you love in ways that I wasn’t taught. I’ve moved a lot in life and have been an asshole to people that I care about, and now I am alone. I have been running away from myself, from who I became and what I’ve done, and you reminded me of the bad things I’ve done, and in a way I’ve found peace but I’m drowning in the guilt I’ve pushed away for so long. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, but at the same time, I wish I didn’t push you away to the point where you don’t care about me, I wish I didn’t freak you out as someone you don’t recognize anymore, I wish I can see good memories in our conversations, unspoiled by what I’ve said to be annoyance and hurting each other. I know I exhausted you, but I have no other friendship to contemplate. I wish I knew how to distance myself from you but still be able to care about you, instead of hurting you and then abandoning you because I couldn’t deal with the pain that I have myself made in our relationship. I don’t have a way with words, I don’t even have a sense of self, I change from guilty, to a lover, to someone who didn’t even matter to you actually, to someone who mattered to you but left you. I don’t know what I am or how to feel most of the time, but I know that I love you, I love you as a person separate from me. I’m not here to tell you about love, or anything like that, the truth is, this is a selfish act of me, again, to tell you that I am letting you go, to tell you, that I am sorry, and I wish, from the bottom of my heart, that you could forgive me. And to tell you, and myself, that I accept that our relationship isn’t the same, to mourn what could’ve been a good friendship, and to mourn what wasn’t a good friendship, but mostly, to mourn the connection, however disastrous it was, it was probably the deepest I felt in my life, I loved it, with all its twists and burns, with all its hurt and chaos, I loved it because I didn’t have much beside it, because even if I know I didn’t give it what another person could, I gave it myself, I gave it my best, for a while.
I’ve always cared for you. The truth is, I was so afraid that I cannot save you, that I cannot always be there to heal you, that even if I was there, the pain you experience will be yours, and the pain I experience will be mine. And in an act of foolishness, I let it all go, thinking that would save it all. I don’t want to be this narcissist that I’m sounding like, I don’t want to be this manipulative asshole, who inflicts pain onto others so he doesn’t feel pain. But when you faced me, I felt that pain, I felt the whole pain in the world, it was all I could think about. I thought of ways that I can make it all go, but when you reminded me that I couldn’t, my heart shattered, and everything of my being went to a stop.
I’ve moved a lot in life, and I’ve abandoned a lot of people, no one told me how to treat a friend, no one taught me to just be there. I am ashamed of what I’ve done, I’m ashamed in all the ways I’ve left you, abandoned you, so you can feel the weight of rejection, of pain, so you can think of me as someone that treated you right, but you weren’t enough. The truth is, it was all my fault. I can beg you to see the human in me, I can beg you to care about my wellbeing when I have been so evil to you, so alien, so hurtful, so manipulative of a memory of us that probably wasn’t good. But those memories I cherish all my life, as chaotic as they were, I wasn’t lonely, and I had someone that I could talk to, that I could weigh myself on. I know I wasn’t all that good, and I know that means you don’t care about me anymore. But god, if I could change myself, I would be good to you, I would resist to harass you to talk to me, to be with me when you can’t, to heal the void inside of me. There is no reason for you to care, I don’t have a way with words, and the way my brain works, I change topics when I talk, I change opinions, I change how I feel, I change myself, all to avoid the pain of loving someone so much that they hate me. I know the word “love” is devoid of meaning, and my chaotic language can’t put how my soul is human, just like yours, to your mind. But, I love you, my soul really loved you, even if this brain and this body have treated you terribly, have made me a fool and an evil for you, and worst of all, have made you not care about me, give up on me, because really, what’s worth saving? What are those memories of a good time? Only an illusion when I was needy, when several times I’ve hurt you and made you feel worse and heavier with my scatterbrain.
I don’t want to tell you there is something wrong with you, but there was definetly something wrong with our relationship. The truth is, there is no one out there for me, as a friend or a lover. Our friendship was other wordly to me, I don’t think I can connect in the same way with someone else, but with that intensity when our souls meet through a conversation, I always felt like it was too much for me, I wanted more from you, something that you can never give to me. It breaks my heart for you to leave me, to tell me that I meant nothing to you, or whatever we had meant something, but it is gone. That shatters my heart, and I am accepting it.
You know, I really am in love with you. Why do I still care about you? What was so good about you as a person? What was so good about our relationship? That’s all so far gone to see. I guess I am taking the heroic way out, the misunderstood, the now stalker and creep who can’t let you go when you already decided that everything sucked to begin with, and it sucks now, so why bother? What is it really I’m looking for? But I can also remember times when we talk, when we had that first video call in a while, when, for some brief moments, we could trust each other, that was a feeling I can never forget. If only I was brave enough to catch, to embrace it, and to open myself up for you to feel it in your end too. But I was terrified, I was scared, and by hiding, I’ve hurt you, and I’ve hurt myself most of all, because you don’t care about me, you forgot about me, you’ve moved on, and I have a heavy heart.
What is love? What is friendship and care for one another? Why can’t I take my heavy heart with you, and open it, and maybe I could judge you less, be afraid of you less, genuinely care about you. Love and friendship is when you check up on someone, when you love them from a distance, knowing you can’t fix them and they can’t fix you. When you ask about their health, and let them go regularly. I had to learn that, and I’m sorry I’ve treated you in a bad way to learn it. I still can’t get it under control, especially when it’s you. This is all the more reasons, to you, to not care about me. I’m a pretentious person, who couldn’t ask you how you are and care about you without involving themselves, without asking you to love them and reassure them too, to reassure them first. It’s a hard thing to be a coward, it’s a hard thing to have such a heavy heart, filled with guilt and misery. Filled with inaction and despair. Filled with rejection and a fear of it. Filled with all the things that make me a criminal, an uncared for, to make people dislike me, hate me, when really, I just care too much. I want to be loved so much, and maybe, just maybe, I will love so much. You are the only person in my life who trusted that I can love, who remembers bits and pieces of how I can love, even if they are scattered in a sea of neediness, someone to save me from my void, from my deep shame. You tried, but like all of us, you decided I’m not worth saving, because who would you save, I can’t even show myself to you, I’m afraid of you, you can’t even see me anymore, what selfless act do I ask of you? To deal with all that hurt I’ve done to you, and still try to care for someone in hiding.
It is a lie if I told you I didn’t actually care about you. If I was truly evil, I wouldn’t think of all the ways that I may act selfish, to stop myself from texting you, even if I’m doing it now as an act of closure for my sake, and hopefully yours, if there’s even a slight bit of you that still cares about me, to think of all the ways I can talk to you without hurting you, to save you the pain and save myself the pain of how you think about me. I care about you a lot, I care about everything a lot, so much that I sometimes sacrifice myself, that I stop myself from being in the lives of people that I ask too much of. And I know that’s not what love truly is, that’s not what true courage is. I am sad to see you feel bad, I feel sad about myself, that I have to live with myself with all these memories. I don’t want your sympathy, or do I? I don’t know. Once again, I do not want to burden you. I love you, in all my cowardice, in all my selfishness, and most importantly, in all in me that made you happy, the one that listened to you, the one that didn’t judge you, the one that performed some sorts of jokes, that laughed with you about our “mental illnesses,” the one that wanted you to be happy, even if it screwed up sometimes. The part of me that wanted to call you for you, and not for me, the part of me that tried so hard, even if it failed, to show you that you are wonderful, that you exist, as you, as a person, not a majestic girl, or an alien, the one that loved you as their sibling, that didn’t try to save you or tried to make you save them, the one that allowed you to exist, that wanted you to just exist with company, with a safe heart and love to come back to whenever you want, while he did his own thing. By “sacrificing” myself, I’m only being selfish again, I’m only alienating you again. And I’m sorry. I love you, as a human in the world, separate from me, with their own ideas and hobbies, their own things that they do, their own stories and tastes that they tell me about, and I don’t make them about me, I don’t make you like the things that I like, I don’t make you tell me you love me, I don’t make you make me feel happy.
The more I talk, the more I get distracted. I accept that our friendship is no more, and I will forever live with the guilt of what I’ve done. I wish you never felt alien from what I’ve said and done, this is all too confusing for me too. I changed, and you did too, maybe I haven’t changed as much as I’d like. I hate that you let me go, and I hate that whatever you say back, will still involve you telling me that you don’t like me. In a way, I wish you never reply to this message. I wish I could’ve been a different person, and maybe it’s true that I’m beyond saving for you, you’ve done the best you could do, and I appreciate that. No one has ever tried as much as you. In a way to show you that I can have healthy love, I wish you are well, I wish you can take on the world as I know you are so special and able to. And in a way to show you selflessness, I want to tell you that I will be well too, for the girl inside of you that still cares about some part of me, I will take care of myself, as you asked me to. I will stop myself from resenting you, or at least not resent you that much. I wish you well, from far away. I really do love you, and I will move on, I am finding other friends and other people, maybe lovers. I am moving on from you, but I will always live in shame from what I’ve done. I hope I can give you closure, and I hope, that I can find closure. I love you, in a love that doesn’t have to be requited, that mustn’t be requited. I know you said you forgive me, and it is all done. Then why am I sending you this message? An act of selfishness again for me to have a “last word?” No, truly, I want to show you the human in me that regrets it, that isn’t asking anything from you, the human in me that feels deep shame from what I’ve done, deep guilt, that is sad, but understands. Accepts that it has broken things, that it has hurt himself and hurt you, and hopefully, that would give you closure, and hopefully, a part of you forgives him. A friend.
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cryptiqish · 2 years
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holy shit that omitb finale..
was right about some things, wrong about others and god saw me say tim kono could get it and laughed in my face by making me watch That elevator scene, but overall that was such a BANGER episode and this is one of the best shows out this year
i can’t stop thinking about the hardy boys and tim’s death, though - with all that we know now, there’s something so deliciously tragic about the complete story of those four. the impact of zoe's death is obvious. she dies, oscar is framed - and tim is stuck between betrayal and protecting himself and - more importantly - mabel. he can't tell mabel, either. he ruins years and years of friendship to keep her safe. mabel, as far as she knows, has lost three of her closest friends for reasons she won't ever properly understand, and won't find closure for another 10 years. she still doesn't know it was to protect her. we're even told it turns her to a shell of her former self.
and we know, in those ten years, tim is filled with so much guilt he works to bring down the dimases in secret, and continues to isolate himself to do it. he doesn't have friends, not anymore - less and less by choice. we see on the tox report he's on antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds.
and that's the thing: it's the loneliness that leads him to jan - who yes, turns out to be insane, but even then, doesn't know about the jewels or the dimases or zoe. it's the loneliness he thinks he has to have, to protect mabel and to pull this off for the friends he still cares deeply about, if his actions and hardy boys novels say anything. it's the loneliness that sets off that domino effect that leads to his death.
the tragedy is that he's killed just before he gets everything he worked for - atonement for the past ten years. the ring, evidence to convict the dimases, justice for oscar, everything: but more importantly, being able to connect with mabel and oscar, make amends, connect again finally who he was before, explain everything. i don't think it was a coincidence he broke up with jan, implied to be shortly after he found the ring. jan is that loneliness. the hardy boys were the ones she was infuriated at being second to, even if she didn't know it. he was so close, only for the object that finally lets him try to fix everything, lets him reconnect to be the thing that gets him killed.
and i think mabel understands that, somehow: but it hurts. after zoe's death, after ten years, after oscar's out of prison, there might have been a glimmer of hope to rebuild the hardy boys, heal as best as they could. they never got to do that. but maybe, they were close.
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nataliedanovelist · 3 years
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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.7 (finale)
While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.
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Ford sat on the kitchen floor with his back against the cupboards, clinging to his knees, his glasses still in hand. His throat was sore and his eyes hurt and his nose was runny and his heart was raw and broken, and yet he wasn’t done crying. Though he was done sobbing and occasionally crying so hard he thought he would throw up, free-flowing tears still streamed down his face as he hid the bottom-half of his head in his beefy arms. 
“What do we do now?” He moaned.
Stan looked at the know-it-all who didn’t have a clue. He sighed and moved to sit next to him, his back against the cupboard and his knees up by his chest as he combed his mullet. “I dunno… Sit here and die?”
Ford hiccuped a cruel laugh and buried his face in his arms fully. “I wish I could.”
Stan snorted. “What’s that saying? The good die young?”
Ford groaned and started to sob again. 
Stan rubbed his back, his head against the cupboard and he looked up at the ceiling. “O-Okay, okay… Let’s think about this. So we never made up, or something else really bad happened between us, and that’s the timeline Mabel was from, right?”
“Right.” Ford gruffed, lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes dry.
“So, since that didn’t happen, or it happened differently… B-But that doesn’t mean she’s… She’ll still exist in our timeline, won’t she? She’s gonna be okay?” He asked the scientist, digging for some kind of hope.
Ford sighed and rested his cleft chin on his arms. “As long as what happened didn’t interfere with Alex’s life too much… Which I don’t know how it could… Mabel and Dipper should still be born in 1999. There’s a small possibility they’ll be different than what they once were, or because of some unseen butterfly effect, their birth might be different or might not happen at all… But…”
The eldest by fifteen minutes slipped his glasses back on, stood, and said stubbornly, “I’m going to do what I can to ensure it is a better future than what the kids had. Our entire family was broken because of what we did and didn’t do. Clearly either one of us went insane or died or something horrible, and I won’t allow that to happen.”
“I don’t think we gotta worry too much about that happening.” Stan said from down on the floor. “I mean, if Mabel changed things so much that an entire reality changed, then we don’t really gotta do much except not screw this up.”
Ford laughed and held out a hand to his twin, who gladly clasped it and stood. “You’re right.”
But the men were disheartened to finally notice the mess in the kitchen. Mabel’s cake batter sat on the flour-dusted counter, the oven was hot and ready for baking, and the muffin tray was on the floor from where Mabel dropped it. Ford looked down at the sweater he was wearing - the sweater she had knitted for him - and without a word he walked to the living room and saw Mabel’s knitting sitting on the couch where she had left it, a completed red sweater with a golden heart on it.
Ford smiled mournfully and held the sweater as Stan joined him and gasped at the sweater. The big brother held it out to the little brother and croaked, “We’ll see her again.”
Stan smiled, cleared his throat, and took off his hoodie and snagged the new sweater to slip it over his old white t-shirt. “Yeah.”
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July 22nd, 1980
Ford held the lantern up to better read the writing in the cave. He peered at it and was intrigued by a description of a being with answers. It would be summoned if he read out-loud, and though there were many clear warnings against this, the desperate scientist was extremely tempted.
“Sixer! Let’s move before we get caved in or some shit.” Stan called as he walked up to Ford. “What are you reading, cavemen graffiti?”
“Look, Stanley, there are tales of an all-knowing being with answers. It could help me with my theory…”
“Nope.” Stan grabbed Ford by the collar of his trenchcoat and dragged him away like dragging a child out of a toy store.
“Stanley! Let me go!”
“That shit’s got bad voodoo written all over it! You’ve gotta be inhaling toxic cave gas or something to think summoning a demon is a good idea!”
“We don’t know it’s a demon.”
“Really? Then why does that wall read in old blood ‘Do not summon demon!’?”
“Huh. Well, um…”
“That’s what I thought, now don’t make me pick you up and carry you. Let’s move.” And he lightly shoved Ford forward to lead the walk away from the cave and through the tunnels for sunlight.
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Alex’s wedding was wonderful and a joyous day, but it also made Ford and Stan nervous. They both agreed not to say a word to anyone (as far as Fiddleford knew, Ford had found the girl’s parents and all was over and ended well), and white they were happy to be one step closer to meeting the kids, they were slightly worried that something might be different than Mabel’s timeline.
She never told them her mother’s name. Did Alex marry someone else? Did they marry at the correct time? There was no way of telling, and they both agreed to allow themselves to enjoy the day and maybe drink a little. Or a lot. 
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When Shermie called and told them that Alex and Dana were going to have a baby, Ford choked on his coffee and Stan dropped the phone. They silently exchanged looks and were terrified that there was only one baby. But it was seven months before the end of August, so maybe the new parents were choosing to keep everything a surprise. Knowing Alex, that is something he would do, especially if there were twins. A beautiful surprise for his twin uncles.
So they congratulated Shermie and made him swear to call them if anything happened so they could be there. And despite their fear, they were very joyous of becoming grunkles again.
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August 31st, 1999
The entire week leading up to the day, the men were incredibly anxious. The birthday was on 31st, which meant Dipper and Mabel could be born at 1am on the 31st, or 11pm on the 31st. They had no way of knowing, but as long as that damn telephone stayed silent, they weren't leaving the house all weekend. Neither of them slept the night of the 30th, just in case.
Finally, a little after coffee on the 31st, the phone rang. Both Ford and Stan tackled each other and fought for it, but Stan sat on Ford and grabbed it first.
“Stanley, get off me!”
“Stanley, what are you doing to your brother?” Shermie chuckled on the other end.
“Nevermind that, Sherm!” Stan laughed. “What’s going on with you?” He asked casually, though he smiled down at Ford, who smiled back, despite still being sat on in the kitchen.
“Well, you guys know I’m gonna be a grandpa soon…”
“Really? Had no idea.” Stan said sarcastically as he stood up to get off Ford. “So? Is it happening now?!” Ford ran down the hall.
Shermie laughed. “Yup. I just got here myself and Alex and Dana got here about twenty minutes ago.”
“Piedmont Hospital, right?”
“Right.”
“We’ll be there in six hours.”
“It’s an eight hour drive!”
“I said six hours!”
“STANL-” But Stan hung up the phone.
Stan hurried up to his attic bedroom and dressed in his baby-blue Hawaiian shirt and slacks, while also grabbing a suitcase he’s had ready all week, prepared to stay as long as Alex and Dana needed him.
He ran back downstairs with suitcase in hand, with Ford by the door, and they sprinted into the Stanmobile and drove down the road.
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Shermie was waiting for them in the hall, beaming with joy, and his little brothers ran to him for a tackle-hug.
“Good to see you, Grandpa!”
“Congratulations, Shermie!”
“Thank you, thank you!”
“Did we miss it?!” Stan asked. “Has it happened yet?!”
Shermie grinned and nodded. “Yes, everyone is safe and fine.” And he opened the door.
The aged explorers beamed (and no, they weren’t crying) to find Alex holding one baby and Dana holding another baby. The eldest pair of twins high-sixed and cheered and then gently approached the little ones, beaming down at them.
It was like they had been holding their breath for twenty years, and now they could finally breathe.
“What are their names?” Ford asked quietly, seeing how each newborn was sleeping soundly.
“This is Mabel,” Alex introduced, giving the bundle to Stan.
“And this is Mason.” Dana said tiredly, giving her son to Ford to hold.
Stan and Ford were a bit concerned with the name change, but one look at the baby boy relaxed them. Of course a name like Dipper was a nickname.
“Matching names, huh?” Stan asked cheekily, cradling Mabel and looking down at her with shining brown eyes.
“We couldn’t help ourselves.” Alex chuckled.
Ford’s eyes were glued to Mason. While of course he had been dying to see Mabel again, he had also been excited to meet his science-loving nephew. He was so cute and small in his polydactyl hands and Ford knew it would take a lot more strength than what he had to let him go.
The author tore his eyes away to see his twin looking down at Mabel with tears in his eyes, holding her close to his heart and trying really hard to hold it together, but his joy and peace was far stronger than any bad habits that stopped him from showing his emotions. Stan lightly kissed Mabel’s cheek and Ford saw his lips barely move, though he didn’t hear what he said. Which was fine by him. Ford smiled back down at Mason, finally content.
No one heard him say it, thank Moses, but Stan couldn’t help himself. He had whispered to his niece as quiet as a mouse, “I’ve missed you, pumpkin.”
And finally, after all these years, the small hole in the boys’ hearts could be filled.
THE END!
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Keeping Warm
I got the idea to this story from artwork by the talented @3three-question-marks. I’d also like to thank @pacific-ship for her amazing help beta reading this story for me. Enjoy!
A cold breeze came flowing into the attic of the Mystery Shack as Dipper cracked the door slightly and quickly slid his way through. “Close the door, hurry!” Mabel commanded from her bed.
“Okay, okay!” Dipper said as he fidgeted with the door. The handle wasn’t working correctly, so after a few failed attempts to close the door by turning the knob and pushing it, he decided to forcefully barge his shoulder into it, causing it to jam shut. 
He turned around to see Mabel sitting at the head of her bed. She was sitting up, legs crossed as she cupped the lantern between their bed with gloved hands. “My fingers are cold.” She whimpered dramatically. 
Dipper brought his hands up to his face, balling them into fists and twisting them next to his eyes with a sad face in a non verbal ‘boo hoo.’ Mabel gasped in response, and Dipper just barely had enough time to duck as a pillow came flying over his head. 
“Hey!” He shouted. Mabel smirked back at him.
“Could you toss that back to me?” She asked in her overly gentle voice she used when she asked for something. 
“What? You really think I’m gonna give it back?” 
Mabel flickered her eyelashes and smiled innocently. “Please?” 
Dipper groaned. He paused for a moment as he thought. “What if I don’t?” He asked boldly. 
“You will.” Mabel said with a smirk. Dipper raised his eyebrows as a challenge, and Mabel raised hers right back. Their impromptu staring contest stretched on for a moment before Dipper groaned again.
“Ugh. Fine.” He picked up the pillow and tossed it back to her. She caught it and hugged it snuggly to her chest.
“Thanks, Dip.”
“Don’t mention it.” He sat down on his bed and took off his outer coat. Mabel went back to cupping the lantern for warmth. 
Winter in Gravity Falls was a whole different ball game than Piedmont. The twins knew this when they prepared for winter break in Gravity Falls by packing lots of cold weather clothes, but this was ridiculous. Soos had installed insulation during renovations to the shack, but it was still freezing cold. 
To make matters worse, the heating to the shack had broken just before the twins arrived, so they had spent the entire first week of their trip doing whatever they could just to keep warm. They usually didn’t hang around the shack unless they were working. Instead, they’d go somewhere warmer, like the Gravity Falls public library or Greasy’s Diner. Anywhere to get out of the cold.
Unfortunately for them they couldn’t do that today. A massive blizzard had blown through town, and they had been snowed in, hardly able to even leave the shack. They had to find a way to stay warm. They were pleased to find a decent source of heat from the old, beat up wood furnace in the kitchen. The twins sat next to it and occasionally fed it wood during their game of cards.
At first it wasn’t very strong, so they had to sit next to it in winter clothing to keep warm, but by the end of the day they managed to warm the entire kitchen. They even had to take off their outer layers to keep from sweating. But of course, it couldn’t last, and soon the time came to sleep. 
At first they thought about sleeping in the kitchen. They tried to lay out their sleeping bags, but it just wasn’t comfortable. Eventually they gave up and resigned to the freezing attic. Now here they were, desperately trying to keep warm.
”Jeez. It’s so cold up here. I’ve got no idea how we’re going to get any sleep.” Dipper grumbled. Mabel looked around the room at their beds and covers. 
“Well Dip, I’ve got a fantabulous idea!” She grabbed her pillow and blanket before standing up and skipping excitedly across the room until she stood next to his bed. “Cuddle time!” 
“O-okay.” He unfolded his arms from around his chest and scooted back on the bed to make room for her before extending his arms as if to greet her with a hug. 
“Wait, what?” Mabel was thrown for a loop. 
“What about what?”
“Just like that?” 
“Just like what?”
“Usually you do that whole, ‘ugh Mabel I don’t wanna cuddle with you cause we’re way too old for that’ act, but I totally know you actually do wanna cuddle and you’re just faking it cause you wanna seem ‘grown up’ and all, then I gotta sweet talk you into it, then we cuddle and you pretend to not like it but I know you totally like it. So what gives? What’s the deal? You luring me into a trap or something? Gonna prank me?” She jokingly raised her fists in a defensive posture. Mostly jokingly.
Dipper sat in silence for a moment. His arms had lowered and his hands had fallen into his lap during Mabel’s rapid fire spiel. Mabel was ready for some sort of witty response. Instead, Dipper extended his arms out to Mabel again. “Please, Mabel. I’m so cold.”
Mabel was overwhelmed with sympathy and lowered her fists. She felt slightly guilty that she would think he would try to trick her. “Aw jeez, Dip. You’re such a cutie. I can’t say no to you.” She sat down on the bed next to him and they embraced each other. 
It was nice to lay down next to Dipper, but it didn’t feel like they were actually cuddling with all these layers on. She wanted to actually feel his warmth. “Hey Dip, take your coat off.” 
“What? Why?” 
“Cause this isn’t real cuddling. I need skin contact!” She whined.
“But isn’t the whole point of this to stay warm?”
“Skin contact!”
“Okay, fine! Crybaby.” He grumbled.
“Fine then! With that attitude I’ll just go back to my own bed.” She started to get up, but was quickly stopped when Dipper wrapped her in a hug.
“No! Please, Mabel, I was joking! I’m sorry!” She chuckled as she sat back down. 
“Alright, enough messing around. It’s cuddle time!” 
“Yes ma’am.” Dipper replied as he took off his coat.
They laid their coats on top of themselves to provide an extra layer from the cold. They cuddled close and wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their bodies together and snaking their arms around each other. Mabel breathed a comfortable sigh of relief. Much better. 
She had to admit that they were getting a bit too old for this. Or rather, too big. They were in their sophomore year of highschool, but thankfully were still able to fit on a single twin bed together. 
Several minutes passed in blissful silence. Their breathing became steady and slow, and soon Mabel began dozing off into sleep. Unfortunately, her dozing was interrupted by Dipper shifting away from her. The gap between them left room for the cold air, which to Mabel, felt comparable to a cold bucket of water being dumped on her legs. 
She quickly shifted closer to Dipper to close the gap between them and was satisfied by the warmth she found. She barely breathed a sigh of relief before Dipper shifted further away again. Mabel was especially annoyed once she realized he was keeping his distance intentionally.
“Diiiip, where are you going? Get back here bro!” Mabel whined. She tugged on him to draw him back to her, but he continued to resist her.
“N-no I don’t think we should get that cl-” Mabel linked her hands behind his back and pulled so that they collided together. He let out a high pitched squeak, squirmed out of her grasp and scurried away. But it was too late. In the short time that they were together, Mabel felt something brush against her thigh. Something warm, swollen and hard. She didn’t understand at first, but after a moment of eye contact with Dipper's flushed and embarrassed face, it dawned on her what was happening.
“Oh.”
“Ah jeez!” Dipper backed up so far he banged his head against the wall. He held his head where it hit and clenched his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Mabel, I shouldn’t ha-” 
“Dip!” She interrupted. He went silent and peeked up at her. She didn’t know how she was feeling about this exactly, but she did know she didn’t want to hear Dipper apologizing right now. She wasn’t offended, that was for sure, and she wasn’t angry. At the most she was a bit shocked, but she was more curious than anything else.
“Why… why is it… I mean… why?”
“W-what?”
Mabel took a moment to collect herself before trying to form an actual question. “I mean… I know why it’s like that but… what’s causing it?”
Dippers face was continuing to get redder by the second. He opened and closed his mouth a few times with no words coming out before he finally spoke. “Are we really talking about this?”
“Dip! You don’t need to-” She took a breath to dial herself back and remember the kind of state he was in. “You don’t need to be ashamed. I’m not angry or anything. I swear. Just be honest.”
”Well… you really… I mean… sorry, it’s freezing out and I guess cuddling with a pretty girl really made my body… react.”
“Oh…” Was all Mabel said before they fell back into silence. Mabel tapped her fingers together while Dipper rubbed his face in shame. ”You think I’m pretty?” she asked after a long pause.
Dipper gave an embarrassed laugh at that. The question caught him so off guard that he thought she was joking at first. It wasn’t until he looked up and saw the hurt and confusion on her face that he realized she was serious.
The smile disappeared from his face. She was trying to keep her face inscrutable, but Dipper saw the fear hiding behind her eyes. She looked so vulnerable, and he had laughed at her. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but he could tell she was hurt by him laughing. “Of course. You’re the one who’s always bragging about how cute you are.” 
“Yeah I know that but… do you think I’m pretty?” Dipper looked down at the sheets at that, and even through the darkness Mabel could see a red tinge on his cheeks. He stayed like that for probably half a minute, silently considering what to say, hoping the darkness was concealing his embarrassment. 
“Y-yeah.” He said it like a guilty man confessing to a crime. 
She could tell she was blushing from that. She didn’t realize she had such an effect on Dipper. Mabel thought he was cute when he was embarrassed. But boner or not, she wanted to cuddle again.
“Well can we maybe… get back to cuddling?” Mabel asked. 
“Y-you still wanna cuddle? Even after… even with my…” He gestured down to his crotch area, blushing even more than he already was.
“Yes Dip, I’m sure of it. Like you said; your body and mind are all out of whack, which is fine. So stop being weird.” She gave him a bright smile and poked him in the shoulder in an attempt to dispel the awkwardness.
He shrugged awkwardly. “O-okay, I guess.” He laid down on his side and lifted the blanket so that Mabel could join him, which she did with an enthusiastic smile and a light giggle. She wrapped him in a hug and nuzzled into his side. After several minutes they got back into a gentle rhythm of breathing.
Mabel felt safe and secure in his arms, just like she had before the whole awkward cuddling boner situation unfolded. Speaking of which, she could still feel tension in his pajamas, a clear hint that it hasn’t gone away yet. Not that she minded, it’s not like he could control it. 
She thought again about what he had said, ‘cuddling with a pretty girl…’ She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach at the memory of those words. His words were so simple, yet so genuine. She could tell that he meant it. 
She turned her head up to look at him, and found him looking down at her. His eyes were different. There was an intense energy behind them that she couldn’t name, but it made her butterflies flap even harder. The feeling of comfort mixed with nervousness inside Mabel.
He was handsome, she thought. She reached up and placed a hand on his cheek as he did the same for her, rubbing a thumb across her jaw and making her skin tingle.
They were staring each other in the eyes, briefly flickering their gazes down to each other's lips. 
”Hey dudes! I got the heat fixed!” They suddenly heard Soos call up the stairs and his footsteps coming closer.
They briefly shared a look of terror before Mabel lunged to her bed, almost tripping on the blankets. She was sitting on her bed when the door creaked open and Soos peeked in.
”Hey dudes, I fixed the heat- woah! What happened?”
It was at this moment that Mabel realized how they looked. They were both red in the face and breathing heavily. Dipper was on his bed with both their blankets and Mabel was sitting on her bed awkwardly. 
”You okay dude?” He asked Mabel. “You look red as a tomato.” 
”Yeah, I’m fine. Just… hot.” She said as she glanced toward Dipper.
”Really?” Soos sounded puzzled. “Well if that’s the case then I guess I’ll just leave the heat off-”
“No! No!” The twins interrupted, causing Soos to jump. 
“Sorry… please keep it on.” Dipper said more calmly.
Soos looked between the two of them with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. “........You got it dudes!” He said before closing the door. His footsteps soon disappeared down the stairs.
The twins looked at one another. A million thoughts ran through their heads about what just happened, and what could have happened if they were caught doing what they were just doing. Soos probably wouldn’t think anything of it. They hugged, held hands and sat side by side on the couch all the time. But this was different, there was something more to what they just shared. Mabel thought. Or hoped. 
It started off as a giggle between them, but soon they were both laughing heartily, the noise bouncing around the attic and neither of them could contain themselves. Soon it died down and everything was silent again. They stared at each other for a moment before averting their gaze. Mabel felt the cold grip of embarrassment as she wrung her hands. She had no idea what to say. 
“Hey.” She looked up to see him toss her blanket over to her and she caught it just in time. She spread the blanket around her bed and laid back, then looked up to see Dipper laying on his back and smoothing out his sheets and pillow. He stopped and looked over at her. 
He had a gentle smile on his face that perfectly communicated how he felt, and she knew they felt the exact same way: There was something more behind what they just shared. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was something deeply personal and intimate. And they were both totally cool with it. That made Mable’s insides goey for some reason.
“Goodnight, Mabel.” 
“Goodnight, Dipper. I love you.” Every muscle in Mabel’s body tensed as she realized what she had just said. She sat motionlessly in terrified silence, wondering why she said that. Then she wondered why something she had said thousands of times suddenly felt so different. It felt as though an eternity had passed before Dipper's response came.
“I love you too, Mabel.” Her horror evaporated in a second. The icy grip of embarrassment was suddenly replaced with a gooey warmth that made her face hot and built pressure in her stomach. She wondered why something she’d heard constantly from him was suddenly turning her into such a nervous, sweaty mess. She had no clue why anything this evening had happened the way it did. All she knew was that she was in way over her head.
Uh oh.
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The attic was warm. Well, warmer.
Mabel lies alone in her bed. She had shed her winter clothes and changed into her pajamas. There was no need now that the heating was fixed.
She was so glad to finally have a sanctuary from the frigid cold. Now they didn’t have to loiter somewhere just to stay warm. But she couldn’t feel totally at ease. She was warm enough to sleep, but she didn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep. Tonight felt incomplete, like she had unfinished business.
She laid on her side, looking at her brother. Her eyes were barely open, just a sliver as she stared at him through the darkness. He was still in his pajamas, his orange nightshirt. He was laying with his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, seeming to be in deep thought. 
She wanted so badly to be in his arms again and feel his warmth.
Mabel always thought it was cute when he made his thinking face when he didn’t think anyone was looking. The way his eyebrows would furrow and he would have a focused look in his eyes and his nose would scrunch slightly. This could be caused by any range of emotions, this time he seemed anxious.
He looked over at her, and she quickly shut her eyes. “Mabel. Mabel, are you awake?” He asked. She stayed silent. She didn’t want to talk. She was still shaken by what happened earlier, and they haven’t spoken since. She knew that any conversation they had would inevitably lead to it, and she had no idea what to say. She felt so awkward, something she rarely felt, and she hated every time she felt it. 
She heard him shift slightly and could tell that he went back to staring at the ceiling. She slowly cracked her eyes open again, and saw that he had. Suddenly she felt a tickle in her nose. It was growing fast, and she couldn’t stop it before she inhaled and let out a quick sneeze.
There was a moment of silence and Mabel shut her eyes again. No doubt Dipper was looking at her. She was waiting for him to go back to looking at the ceiling so she could—
“You know it’s physically impossible to sneeze while sleeping, right?” Mabel could hear the grin on Dipper's face. Mabel cursed herself internally. Was that true? Is he just trying to trick her? Dangit Dipper!
Mabel groaned as she propped herself up on her pillow to make eye contact with him. “Ugh, jeez. You’re such a dork. Why do you know so much useless garbage.” 
“It’s not useless if it came in handy, is it?” Dipper said, still smiling. 
“Ugh, mega dork!”
They stared at each other for a little. Not breaking eye contact other than to blink. Dipper’s cocky grin had faded, and now his eyes seemed to be full of questions he was too afraid to ask. Mabel was sure she probably looked the same. But it wasn’t just that. There was something else in his eyes. Something powerful. Something she had only ever seen earlier when they were cuddling during their brief eye contact. It scared her.
“Can’t sleep?” Dipper broke the silence.
“Nope.” 
“Still cold? I could give you my jacke—”
“No it’s not that.” Mabel felt her insides tingle at his concern. Gosh he’s such a sweetheart. “Just… lonely…” She said vaguely.
Dipper scoffed lightly. “Lonely? I’m right here!” 
“Yeah, aaaaall the way over there.” Dippers eyebrows raised slightly. He seemed to understand, but didn’t say anything. He was silent for a moment, clearly thinking. He seemed nervous about whatever he was mulling about in his mind. 
“Want to… come over? We could have a sleepover?” 
Her smile spread into a grin and her heart began beating faster again. “Y-yes… I’d love that!” Her face erupted with a huge smile and Dipper’s face mirrored her in turn.
Wrapping herself in her blanket, she journeyed across the creaking wooden floor to Dipper’s bed. He scooted away closer to the wall to make space for her before she laid down next to him. She curled right into his chest and they intertwined their legs so just about every part of them was touching.
Whatever questions or worries they had could wait for another time. But for now, they could enjoy each other's warmth.
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