it's wild when you're like 16 on here getting anon hate is the most important thing in your life for a few days. and then when you're 20 you have a job and taxes to pay and driving lessons and shit and getting anon hate literally doesn't even register as a problem. "your art looks like shit" there's a housing crisis out here I don't have time to worry about that
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It happened, as things so often did, like a bolt from the blue on one of Pacifica's rare days off from work at the diner.
It was the height of summer and so hellaciously hot, even for—no, especially for Oregon. Having lost access to the private pools and yachts after her father's investments into Cipher capital during Weirdmageddon four years prior, Pacifica found herself at the Gravity Falls community pool, lounging on a pool chair after layering SPF 50 on her skin, and silently telling herself over and over that it was always morally correct to block her parents' numbers on her days off, and that her father probably hadn't yet found where Pacifica's pet rescue opposum, Susanna, had hidden the bell yet, so there was no need to worry.
(Pacifica had rescued Susanna from the diner kitchen two summers ago, when she was fourteen. Susanna was technically a male oppossum, but something about him reminded Pacifica of Lazy Susan, so Susanna he was.)
But it was at that moment that deep laughter followed by a higher pitched "shut up!" and even more laughter from both voices broke through Pacifica's inner mantras. She opened her eyes to see that both of the Pines twins, having once again made their yearly visit to Gravity Falls, had also chosen to visit the pool that day.
Pacifica swallowed hard.
For all that she had tried to deny it even to herself in her tween and early teen years, by now Pacifica had long since accepted that she found Dipper Pines attractive. It was impossible not to, with the way he came back taller each summer, his shoulders increasingly more broad as he grew into the physique promised by his great uncles (or his Great Uncle Ford, anyway), a little stubble that he "forgot" to shave always left around his chin, and his sideburns. Oh, his sideburns. Pacifica hated how much she loved Dipper's sideburns. It was beyond cringe, and the only other living soul who would ever know about her crush was Susanna, but Pacifica Northwest did indeed have a crush on Dipper Pines. She knew, and accepted, this about herself.
But then, on that hellaciously hot summer day at the community pool, Mabel Pines took her sweater off right in front of Pacifica's eyes.
Mabel pulled her sweater up over her head, and it was as if time slowed down. Mabel's arms were just as toned and strong (if not maybe a little more toned, the way the sunlight hit her muscles) than Dipper's. She had been wearing a bikini under her sweater—a pink one decorated with stars that fit her perfectly—and her thousand watt smile revealed she'd finally gotten her braces off to reveal a set of dazzling teeth. And when she tugged her hair free from her ponytail, it swished around her in a cascade of long, brown waves.
Dipper had thrown his tanktop onto a pool chair, and Mabel followed suit, throwing her sweater and hair tie on top of Dipper's shirt. But as Dipper was in the middle of saying something (they were too far for Pacifica to hear clearly), Mabel whipped back around with devilish speed and shoved him straight in the pool.
Mabel laughed uproariously as Dipper came back up for air, sputtering water and shaking his sopping bangs from his eyes. But he was only off guard for a second, and Mabel's mirth kept her off hers for longer. Dipper grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers around Mabel's wrist, yanking her in headfirst after him. Just as Dipper had before her, Mabel resurfaced immediately, though she had to use both hands to shove her curtains of damp hair out of her face. But her smile was just as impish as Dipper's own, and within seconds they were splashing each other, shrieking and laughing as they caused the biggest ruckus the pool had seen all day.
And as she watched them play, the water making their skin glisten and their smiles making their eyes sparkle, Pacifica felt a swarm of butterflies in her gut and a flash of heat in her face that had nothing at all to do with the summer sun above. She curled in on herself in her pool chair, and tugged her sun hat down over her face.
"Oh no."
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Omg, Obi-Wan opening up to Quinaln about his hanahaki?? I didn't know I needed that but I do now!! I love the way you write their friendship and if anyone's gonna make sure Obi-Wan and Anakin get together in a Kit Fic, it's going to be Quinlan Vos!
vos: ok, so we laughed we drank we caught up. what is this about. why did the halls of healing contact me.
obi-wan: so i love my former padawan and it's killing me
vos, go with the flow made corporeal: ok. but unexpected but maybe i shouldn't be surprised he's always been weird about you and you've always indulged him. he's a fully consenting adult now and you're not his master either, not to mention he killed darth sidious for you, so I think everyone will look favorably at your relationship even ifi it's a bit weird. there's no need to let the guilt kill the---
obi-wan: no you misunderstand me. i love my former padawan and it is literally killing me
vos: what
obi-wan, dignified and tortured:
vos:
obi-wan, coughing up flowers to prove a point: literally im going to die
vos, go with the flow being very much challenged: ok. ok. let's go find you another blond twink. do you specifically like former padawans? i think i could offer mine, she's adventurous, she'd wear a wig if we asked nicely. is it the eyes? we can find some guy with blue eyes for you. is it the Force sensitivity? maybe master yoda could--
obi-wan, tortured now by images of sleeping with aayla secura in a wig or master yoda in general: the hanahaki is killing me but suddenly i wish it would do it faster
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Sbsnsnnss this is such a random thought but I need you guys to understand that Classic Sonic is 2 separate guys to me at any point in time.
Like if we talk about any Sonic timeline stuff or Classic in his own games, okay yeah that's. That's younger Sonic. He's younger Sonic so he's shorter and rounder.
But for some reason if you stick Classic in the modern era or beside modern Sonic my brain is like "No, that’s the same guy. Same age. Just short"
Now, this train of thought is a prerequisite to understanding that during all of those sonic x shadow generations art posts that depict them in third wheel memes or in a "live classic reaction" my brain immediately goes "Okay, but what if they were a polycu–
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Huh? Sorry, what? What was I saying? ...Oh I remember. Don't know what that was. Anyways.
Classic/Modern/Shadow polycule
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