#But I'm not gonna lie I still feel embarrassed when it's pointed out haha

[stellaluna33]

Thinking about the time when I heard my kid say, "[Indiscernible mumbling] armpit hair is really long!" And, knowing that I hadn't shaved in a while and was wearing a tank top, I assumed she was talking about me, so I nodded and calmly said, "Yep, all adult humans have body hair!"

And then she looked at me like I had two heads and said, "I was talking about Romeo!" *points at the cat lounging on top of the kitchen cabinets with one arm propped over the edge, shaggy black armpit hair clearly visible*

Me: "Oh. Ok, yeah! You're right! Hahahahaha!"

[videogamelover99]

[Gravity Falls] Waking Days Ch. 7: Sarah Wheatfield

Summary: Bill Cipher is reborn, but not in the way he would have wanted. Stuck as a mortal and relying on those who brought his downfall, he realizes that maybe he didn't lie as hard as he should have. [AO3 Link] Characters: Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Jheselbraum the Unswerving, The Axolotl Pairings: past BillFord Rating: T

A/N: Turns out I'm not skipping out on you this week! Yay! The plot thickens even more, Bill joins a Mystery Twins adventure, Nora learns the joys (and pitfalls) of human recreational activities. Thank you to @megxolotl and @nexstage for beta-reading. Enjoy!

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High on Gravity Peak, Ford tried to add the finishing touches to his sketch in the dim lighting of his lantern. The sky had long since descended into darkness, clear and perfect for viewing the local constellations. Even the sky in Gravity Falls was undoubtedly unique. Well worth the grass stains on his pants, or the chill that pierced through his coat. 

It had been two years since he’d arrived in this town, and one year since he’d met the most important being in his life. He didn’t know he could be this happy.

“Heya, Brainiac!”

Bill’s habit of sneaking up on him did not falter even when he’d brought it up. Ford startled and dropped his journal, having to pick it up and brush off the wet stains from the grass. 

Bill, at least, had the decency to look sheepish. “Whoops, haha, whatcha got there, buddy?” 

“Oh.” Suddenly Ford felt a lot more embarrassed by what he’d just drawn. He tried to hide the journal, only to realize what a mistake that was – there was nothing that could stop Bill from finding out what others wanted to hide.

Ford was much the same way, really, his curiosity often got the best of him. It’s just that Bill’s curiosity was insatiable. 

“Come on, you’re not gonna show me?” Bill floated circles around Ford, trying to take a peek. Despite his nosiness, Ford couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 

He quickly muffled his laughter, eyes darting to the tent where he knew Fiddleford was sleeping

“Relax, you’re in your mind.” Bill tapped him lightly on the forehead. “You fell asleep right in the middle of your writing session.”

Oh. That wasn’t good. Ford could feel the crick in his neck he would have when he woke up. “I should go to bed,” he said, thinking of his insulated tent. 

“Sure. After you show me what you’re hiding,” Bill manifested half a dozen eyes all around him to stare him down. 

Ford sighed. “I was just sketching the constellations,” he said, feeling his face heat up.

“Oh.” The eyes vanished, leaving only Bill with a bored look in his eye. “You got stage fright for your drawings? That’s-”

“It’s not that…” Ford showed him the page. “I noticed one I thought you might like. I named it after you, actually.” Now he felt the shame creep in. Was this too much? Should he ask? He didn’t know what he was doing.

Bill stared at the page for a while longer than necessary. William, the constellation Ford had pointed out, was still hovering above them. Observing. 

“Is this too much? I know the statues were a bit much, I just thought-”

Bill giggled and flicked Ford on the nose. Ow. “You? Too much? You’re a real flatterer, Fordsy, you know that?”

“I am?”

Bill fluttered his eyelashes, which Ford would’ve found ridiculous if he wasn’t so flustered. His muse settled down on Ford’s shoulder, small enough to fit comfortably and flop one spindly black arm in Ford’s hair. “Sure you are! You really know how to get my good angle!”

“Technically, it was the stellar masses that make up-”

“Learn to take a compliment, kid, yeesh.”

Bill stroked Ford’s hair, and Ford couldn’t help but close his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“Weird though, huh?” Bill said suddenly, quieter than Ford knew him to be. “Bill’s short for William? Shouldn’t it be Billiam? Who made that up?” 

“I could find out,” said Ford. It would only take a few days of research. “But there’s better nicknames, I suppose. Like Will. Or Liam, both of which are part of the name.”

Silence. Ford frowned. “Bill?”

Concerned, Ford gently took Bill off his shoulder and held him in his palms. Bill’s eye, known to flash symbols and images, was blank, not unlike the static of an empty television channel. His arms and legs were hanging limply from his frame. Ford’s concern grew. “Bill?” 

In the year Ford had known him, never had he considered the possibility that Bill could be harmed. He was so above any physical concerns, and so on top of any conversation or intellectual activity that Ford had assumed Bill being harmed by something was a ridiculous notion. 

He didn’t think so now.

“Bill!” He shook him gently, not knowing what else to do. 

Then Bill blinked, once, twice, and the static was gone. “Huh?”

“Are you alright?” Ford almost reached out to check Bill’s “forehead” temperature, like Ford’s mother had done when he was little.

“Uh, yeah?” Bill looked at him incredulously, hands on his sides. “What were we talking about?”

Ford had the thought then, that they did not need to rehash the conversation. “Nothing important.” He assured his muse. “You don’t remember?”

“Eh, it happens sometimes.” Bill looked completely unconcerned. 

“This happened before?” 

“Hey, don’t make a big deal out of it! When you live as long as I do, you’re bound to pick up a few hiccups. What are those compared to infinite knowledge?”

“I-I suppose…if you don’t think it’s a problem-”

“Sure isn’t! Anyway, where was I-” Bill scrunched up his eye in thought, staring hard at the grass under them. “Oh yeah!” He floated above Ford’s head, and put both hands on Ford’s cheeks, stroking his stubble with a finger. “Learn to take a compliment!” 

—

“Soos! Put ‘er there,” Stan reached out with a hand, only to pull Soos into a bear hug when he got close enough. Predictably, the kid made a noise that was almost like crying. 

“Wow, this place hasn’t changed a bit.” Behind them, Melody set her suitcase down by the cash register, where Wendy was, as usual, slacking off, reading a magazine. “How have you all been?”

“The usual,” Wendy said, not looking up from her magazine. “Except…” She shot a look at Stan, who returned it with a shake of his head and a scowl bigger than what he normally wore. 

“Something wrong, Mr. Pines?” Soos asked.

“Nothin’,” Stan said. “Why would anything be wrong?”

“You can’t not tell them.”

“No one asked you for advice, Wendy.”

“Geez, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“If it’s anything serious, you know we can handle it,” said Soos. “There are things I’ve seen that no man has seen before.”

“Ugh,” said Stan.

“You want me to break it to them?” said Wendy.

“Hey, anyone seen one of those brush sticks you humans have for your teeth?” As if summoned by a curse, which wasn’t too out of the question, Bill strode into the gift shop and started searching the place. “I was gonna build an effigy that would put a curse on that lady with the ostrich hair. You know the one. Hey, Red, what’s with the face? Question Mark, long time no see! How’s your banal existence been treating ya? I’ve been, well, dead! But you knew that already. What? What’s with the stares?” He finally quit his search and leaned against one of the clothing racks, grinning. “Did ya miss me?”

“Soos,” Melody said. “Is that…?”

“Oh hey, that guy sounds just like the Triangle Dude.”

Everyone was eerily silent.

“...Wait a minute.”

—

“So, he’s-”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve been-”

“Yep.”

“And now he’s-”

“Yep.”

“Wow,” Melody stared into her cup of CALMING, HERBAL TEA! CURES ANY CRISIS!, a box Mabel had gotten for this exact occasion. Soos promptly made an excuse to see his Abuelita and, quote, make sure she’s not a chair or anything. Haha, wouldn’t that be crazy, dudes? Melody, being the only one who wasn’t there for Weirdmageddon, now sat with Stan at the kitchen table and listened patiently as Stan explained what had happened. “I get it.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t get me wrong, this is a lot to process, but I’ve seen my fair share of weird, you know? You’ve never-” She paused when her phone buzzed in her pocket and scowled as she dismissed the call.

“Don’t you wanna get that?”

“No.”

Yeesh. Not gonna pry into whatever that is. 

“There’s another thing,” Stan said, just as the door to the kitchen opened, and his brother headed straight for the pot of coffee on the stove.

He was, well, a mess wouldn’t cover it. With disheveled hair, eye bags so big he could carry something in them, and patches of his lab coat burned off or stained, Ford resembled a zombie more than a normal human being. It reminded Stan too much of how he was 30 years ago when Stan had first stumbled upon his brother’s paranormal mess.

“Stanley, we’re gonna need another order of potassium, have the university- oh, Melody! Good to see you again.” Ford poured the leftover coffee into a chipped mug. It had a sticker on its side that read certified nerd on it, along with a smiley face wearing glasses. “How was your trip?”

Stan and Melody watched as the coffee in Ford’s mug overflowed and started dripping onto his shoes. Ford didn’t seem to notice. “It was, uh, good? Are you alright, Dr. Pines?”

“Never better! Of course, there is a new calamity on the horizon, and everything we know and love might dissolve before our very eyes, but nothing a good amount of problem-solving can’t handle.”

The coffee started to form a small puddle on the floor.

“Sixer?” 

“What is it, Stanley?”

“You’re making a mess.”

Ford only then realized his shoe was soaked through. “Oh.”

“Leave it,” Stan said when Ford’s bloodshot eyes searched for a towel to clean it with. He stood, and gently took the mug from Ford’s hands. “Listen, I get this is the fate of the universe and all-”

“Multiverse, Stanley.”

“But I think you could use a break right about now.”

“We can’t stop, not when we haven’t had a breakthrough yet. But with the new materials, I’m sure-”

“I’m sure you’ll figure all of it out with your magical fortune-telling buddy of yours after you sleep for at least like, eight hours. You look like hell, Pointedexter, even I can see it.”

Ford stubbornly lifted his chin, before his shoulders slumped, as if he was too exhausted to even hold them up. “Maybe I should take a break.”

“Stanford?”

A fourth visitor of the kitchen made herself known. Nora walked in, her nose in a set of notes. “We should try with Potassium-40, the radiation might counter the unstable effects.”

“Right, of course!” Whatever ground Stan had covered in the conversation they just had vanished in an instant. Ford grabbed the cup, chugged down the lukewarm coffee, and reached for a wireless phone. “I’ll order it right away.”

Whatever insanity had overtaken Ford clearly had a source, because Stan spotted the same unyielding tide wave of energy in Nora as she and Ford catered off into a debate on…something so scientific and technical it almost sounded like another language. 

Before Stan could say another word, the two vanished from the kitchen and back into the basement, where he didn’t doubt, they were blowing something up.

“Fate of the multiverse, huh?” said Melody.

—

Dipper might’ve gone overboard with the conspiracy board. Just a little. He stood back and read the words in the center over and over again as if that would get him any closer to the answer. Who was that mysterious entity that talked to him? Why did she reach out to him, of all people? What did she mean when she said reality was splitting at the seams? And did it have anything, at all, to do with Bill’s code?

His phone buzzed. Which meant that the forum thread he started was updated. He grabbed it and eagerly opened his browser.

It wasn’t easy, running Gravity Falls’ sole supernatural blog. Not just because the town’s desire to sweep everything under the rug meant a ridiculous amount of censorship and takedown notices. It was mostly because no one except him sent anything in.

But there it was, a post, from Anonymous37. Dipper opened it and read the contents. 

Hi there!

Didn’t know who to reach out to about this. Recently I had this strange encounter that I couldn’t explain. It was like a visual distortion and looked a lot like TV static, but I swear it wasn’t just in my head! If there’s anyone who knows about these things who can help me sort this out, please come and talk to me! My name is Sarah Wheatfield, and I’m a manager at the Sort It Right clothing store. 

Whoever you are, admin, please help.

This almost sounded too good to be true. Dipper had waited so long for this, for his work to finally be recognized. He needed to meet this woman. 

Dipper found his sister on the front porch, busy adding to her scrapbook. 

“No way,” Mabel read the post and her face lit up. “This sounds just like what happened to Waddles!”

“Exactly,” said Dipper. “If we find there’s a connection, we can help fix him!”

“Then we gotta go talk to this Wheatfield lady.”

Suddenly, a pine cone landed on Dipper’s hat. He heard familiar nasal snickering and looked up. 

Bill sat on the rooftop's edge, his feet dangling back and forth like a little kid’s. He seemed unnervingly cheerful. “Pine Tree! Hey! Over here!”

“Bill’s been giving me advice on some of the scrapbook designs,” Mabel said.

“I still think page 22 should have a lot more dead ants!”

“Some of it’s even been helpful!”

“You have some nerve,” Dipper said to Bill. “I heard what you did to Soos this morning!”

“Hey, hold on! I didn’t do anything! Question Mark can’t handle a blast from the past, that isn’t exactly my fault, is it?”

“Of course it is!”

“Did ya figure it out yet?”

Dipper froze at the question. The code. Reluctantly, shook his head.

“Gotta be honest, I was expecting a little more from Gravity Falls’ ‘best detective’.” Bill did the air quotes as he said it. 

“It’s nonsense!”

“To limited minds, maybe.”

“Boys, boys,” Mabel put her hands up in a placating gesture. “I’m sensing some tension.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Dipper muttered.

“And it’s nothing that some bonding time can’t fix! Bill should come with us.”

“Mabel! No way!” 

“Who said I want to.”

“Come on,” said Mabel. “You!” She pointed at Bill. “You’re bored out of your mind, admit it! Your jokes didn’t leave me as half disturbed as they do on a good day!”

“Or you’re developing a tolerance,” Dipper muttered.

“And you,” Mabel said to Dipper. “You and Bill have like, a ton in common.”

“No, we don’t!”

“You’re both super into codes!”

“That’s like, one thing!” Dipper rubbed his temples. “Why do you want everyone to get along with Bill so badly?”

“Oh, so we just sit around being mad at each other all day? He’s not going anywhere.”

“True!” Bill piped up.

Dipper looked between Mabel’s pleading face and Bill’s devious one. “Fine. This one time.” He mustered his best Grunkle Stan glare. “But if he tries anything, I’m pushing him into the Bottomless Pit.”

—

Ford drained the coffee in less than an hour. He came up the stairs a second time, debating on whether or not to steal the entire coffee maker, albeit temporarily, when he came face-to-face with his brother, blocking the entry to the kitchen. 

Melody stood next to Stan and gave Ford an awkward smile. 

“Alright, Pointdexter, this ends now,” Stan pointed a stern finger at him. Ford was jarringly transplanted into 1968 when his father stood over both of them with the same expression after the twins had broken one of the display cases in the pawnshop while treasure hunting. 

The sleep deprivation must be getting to him.

“What, exactly, are you referring to?” he asked. “And why are you dragging Melody into…whatever this is?”

“Actually, I’m uh, helping,” said Melody.

“With what?”

“With the intervention. That’s happening starting now. You’re taking this day off, and that’s final,” said Stan.

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t have time for this. “Does the ‘potential end of the world’ not hold any weight to you?”

“Nice try, but we already had one of those, and we turned out fine!”

“This isn’t like Weirdmaggedon! This is infinite times worse!”

“I don’t care!” Stan snapped. “The end of the world can wait a few hours, can’t it?”

“Stanley-”

“Um, if I can say something,” Melody started. She pulled a few pieces of paper out of her pocket. “We have all these free bowling tickets and Soos and I never got to use them. Mr. Pines thinks you should take your mind off things for a little while, and I kinda agree with him.” She waved the tickets in the air.

Now, this was a problem. Because back in the day, the Stan twins had held the Glass Shard Beach strike record for several years before it was briefly interrupted by some kid from NYC. They were ridiculously good at bowling. 

Stanley knew exactly what he was doing.

“I can’t just leave Nora on her own,” Ford gave one last attempt at resistance.

“Oh easy, you’re not.” Stanley grinned. “Fortune Telling Lady’s coming with us.”

—

As they walked to the bus stop that would take them to Gravity Falls’ shopping mall, Dipper briefly pulled Mabel aside, keeping a wary eye on Bill. 

“What’s up, Bro-bro?” Mabel asked.

“I’m worried about you,” said Dipper.

“Whaat?” Mabel laughed. “What’s gotten you this time?”

“Bill,” Dipper snapped. “I don’t understand why you’ve been so buddy-buddy with him since he came back! You know he’s still the demon that tried to kill us and our family, right? You said you wanted to snap him like a corn chip!” 

“Pff, that was before he got all human and pathetic. Duh.”

“So you pity him? Is that it?”

“I told you why,” Mabel lost a bit of her cheer.

“Right. You think you’re the one who brought him back. Still, I just don’t get why…What if he did something to your brain? Last year or maybe even now?”

“Dipper,” Mabel said, all cheer gone. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m treating Bill like a person because he is a person now, okay?”

“Did you forgive him that easily?”

Something flickered in his sister’s gaze. She laughed it off. “I just don’t like holding grudges for too long! Besides, he’s been pretty well-behaved.”

They watched Bill find a beetle under his shoe and slowly step on it. There was a long and painful crunch. 

“For the most part,” said Mabel. 

Dipper watched his sister skip back over to the demon and playfully admonish him for the poor bug. Bill must’ve said something less offensive than usual because Mabel laughed and punched him lightly on the side. 

If anyone saw them, they would assume they were friends.

A lump settled in Dipper’s throat. Something was wrong, he just knew it. 

—

“Breathe it in, folks!” Stan took a giant, gaping breath just for the effect. Ah, the scent of freshly polished lanes, overpriced bowling shoes, and cheap fried foods. Gravity Falls’ Bowling sat in the back of the shopping mall, too intimidating for Stan to face without his twin by his side. 

“This is a rather nice place,” Ford remarked. He already looked more relaxed than he did in the car on the ride over.

“What did I tell ya?” 

“Wow, check it out, dudes,” Soos said behind them. “Pretty sure that guy’s only facing one direction.” Melody followed his gaze, her hand clasped in his.

“Charming family moment and all,” said the fifth member of the party. “I still don’t quite get why I’m here.”

Stan had been worried his brother was going to try to jump out of the car or something on the way here, having changed his mind, but Ford turned out to not be the one he should’ve been worried about. 

In the middle of throngs of people in squeaky, smelly rental shoes, Sixer’s space alien girlfriend looked out of place and uncomfortable. 

“You don’t like bowling?” Soos asked.

Nora looked annoyed by the question. “I understand Stanford’s human body needs rest, but I don’t have that issue. It would be best if I-”

“Learned how to have some fun?” said Stan.

Something flashed in Nora’s eye. “I know how to have fun.”

“Oh yeah?” Stan pulled down a pair of bowling shoes, ignoring the indignant cry of the clerk. “Prove it.”

—

The clerk handed them their shoes like he wanted to get rid of them as fast as possible. Soos kept trying to see the man’s right side, and the attempts were skillfully avoided. Giving up, Soos took his position next to Nora and Melody. It was the three of them against the Stans, which Stan thought was pretty unfair. These kids didn’t stand a chance. 

Stan was up first. “Strike!” They watched the little television up above display an animated bowling pin getting brutally flattened by an angry-looking bowling ball. Stan did a little victory dance Melody stealthily recorded to send to Abuelita later.

“Isn’t that bad?” Soos asked.

“That’s baseball, hun,” Melody whispered.

“Oh yeah. Sports!”

Melody took her position when her phone buzzed. She impatiently silenced it and picked up the ball. Her swing didn’t have great form, but she managed to get roughly half of them. Which wasn’t bad. At least it wasn’t in the gutter.

Ford came up to the starting line. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted. “30 years, to be honest.”

“Stop whining and throw the ball!” yelled Stan. Some of the other patrons looked back at their party. 

“If it makes you feel better,” said Nora. “I already know how this ends.”

Ford didn’t seem to feel better at all. Still, he picked up one of the bowling balls. Then another, testing its weight.

“Oh, come on!” cried Stan.

“We believe in you, Mr. Pines!” said Soos. “Even Mr. Pines!”

“Give me a minute.”

Ford brought the ball over, trying a practice swing. Then another. Stan opened his mouth to yell at him some more when-

“Strike!”

“Yeah! Whoo!” Stan threw up his arms, ignoring the glare the clerk sent him. “I knew you still had it in ya!”

“Yes, that was…nostalgic, to say the least,” said Ford. He was smiling. As far as Stan was concerned, his mission was over.

When Nora came up to the lane, Ford offered her one of the lighter balls. “You need to make sure there’s a curve in your wrist-” He tried to demonstrate.

“Stanford, I know how bowling works,” said Nora.

She threw the ball.

It sailed out of her hands, over their heads, and into the group next to them.

“Augh! My spine!”

“Right. Two eyes,” Nora said calmly.

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“Welp, it’s been fun!” Stan steered the four of them toward the exit, smelling a lawsuit. “Who’s hungry?”

—

It wasn’t hard to find the store Sarah worked in. It was the same one Mabel and her friends had taken Bill a week or so prior. Hopefully, the staff didn’t remember them well.

“Out!” The store clerk, a pale man with far too many wrinkles for someone in his thirties, pointed to the exit. He was sitting behind the cash register, a few wrappers hastily crammed into his pocket. 

So much for not being remembered.

The goth girl they’d seen previously spotted them from behind a pile of clothes she was carrying. She waved. Mabel and Bill waved back. 

Dipper quickly pulled them away before there could be another incident. “Okay, it looks like this one will be harder than I thought.”

“Please, they haven’t even called security,” said Bill.

“...So, we’re gonna have to break in.”

“Uh-huh,” said Bill. And walked back into the store.

“Bill!” Dipper whispered.

Bill pretended not to hear him. We sauntered over to the counter, leaning against it like he owned the place. The clerk squawked and shut the cash register. “I told you, sir, we don’t need any more trouble.”

“I know you don’t, uh,” Bill squinted at the clerk’s nametag. “Dave? Can I call you Dave?”

“That’s…my name?” said Dave.

“Sure is! Great name, simple and sweet. Listen, bud, you think I don’t get it? Standing on your feet for 10+ hours, getting penalized for your bathroom breaks, wondering when Joane will call you back, worried she knows your ‘well-paying job’ is a minimum-wage soul-sucking boulder up a hill of sweaty, loud teenagers and moms buying underwear for their kid’s birthday. We’ve all been there!”

“Oh,” said Dave.

“Retail sucks. Also, is that a new hair gel? Looks fantastic, anyone tell you that?”

“Yeah,” said Dave. He looked a lot less confrontational, and a lot more confused. “I mean, no…but I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“No, I get it, I get it,” Bill looked away as if debating something. “I also get if I, you know, didn’t see you for a few minutes. You were in the back! And if, you know, you came back with one of those pretzel dogs.”

Dave stared at him.

“You’d deserve it,” said Bill. He winked.

“...I would deserve it,” said Dave, as if it was a divine realization. “Okay. You sound like a cool guy, last incident aside. Please don’t touch anything.”

“Atta boy,” said Bill as he watched him go. Dipper and Mabel walked over.

“How’d you know he wanted a pretzel dog so badly?” Dipper asked. 

Bill picked up a greasy wrapper from the floor and flicked it. It landed on top of Dipper’s hat. 

—

Sarah Wheatfield was a middle-aged woman with braids in her hair and a mole over her lip. They found her in the back of the store, sorting clothing without really looking at it, which was either impressive or evidence of a troubled psyche. Dipper couldn’t tell which yet. 

Dipper came up to her first. “Ms. Wheatfield?”

Startled, the woman dropped a few of the t-shirts she was sorting. “You’re not supposed to be here! How do you know my name?”

Dipper pointed at the nametag. Sarah looked down. “Oh. Right.”

“You sent in a post recently, to Unnatural Sightings Anonymous?” He held up his phone. “I uh, I run that blog.”

Sarah squinted at the screen. “I don’t remember sending this.”

Oh. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Heh, might’ve been a prank! Probably from someone you know. Guess it’s nothing,” said Bill.

“No, I…” she looked back at Mabel, then at Dipper. “Wait, aren’t you those Pines twins?”

“Y-yes!” Dipper said, a little too loudly. “Yes, we are!”

“Hi!” said Mabel, “I’m Mabel Pines. We’re like, super on top of all this mystery weirdness stuff. You can tell us anything!”

Sarah looked at Bill. “And who’s this?”

“That’s Willard,” said Mabel, and Bill made a noise between a growling protest and a squeak of rage. She patted him on the arm as if pacifying an angry cat. “He’s helping.”

“I see,” said Sarah. For a moment she looked hesitant. She checked that the door was closed, before turning to them once more. “Well, it’s not nothing. My husband must have sent it in. Or maybe I did, I’ve been…forgetting things lately.” She looked at the three of them in turn, her voice nervous and small. “I know it sounds crazy, but everyone knows your family deals with crazy, so, just…” She made up her mind. “Follow me.”

Sarah led them down a set of musty stairs and a locked door. She pulled out a key, fiddling with the lock as she turned to them. “We use this for storage and breaks. Or, we used to use it for breaks, before…well, before. Now it’s just storage.”

She turned the key and opened the door, flipping on the switch in the corner. The room was illuminated by buzzing fluorescent lights. It was big, about the side of the Mystery Shack gift shop, with rows of shelves taking up most of the space, filled with cardboard shipping boxes of what was probably stock. In the back corner was a table, a couple of coffee cups, and a curtain that was…glowing ominously.

Bill shivered, and whether it was out of excitement or because the room was cold, Dipper wasn’t sure. The room was more than cold, though. It felt tilted, like the space around him was drawn with the wrong perspective. It was vibrating with an energy that Dipper could feel in the tips of his fingers. 

It didn’t help that the edges of that curtain were turning into pixelated static. 

Sarah cautiously approached the curtain. “Just don’t freak out, okay?” she said.

She pulled away the curtain. And Dipper was twelve again, the high of beating some alien robot with this Great Uncle Ford shattered as the sky above him ripped apart at the seams. 

“That’s the rift,” Mabel said next to him. Dipper was still trying to find his voice. “But that can’t be the rift. Why’s it so small? Why’s it underneath the mall?!”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Sarah answered. “Also, don’t look directly at it. That’s how the memory problems started.”

They had seen remnants before. Ford had taken them to help track down dimensional vortexes and eldritch horrors that were still lurking around. But this was nothing like that. This was the rift. 

The entity’s warning still sat firmly in Dipper’s mind. Reality was splitting at the seams. This was what she was talking about, wasn’t it?

Dipper tore his eyes away and instead glared at Bill. The ex-demon was grinning ear to ear, not caring about the warning as he stared at what could only be a remnant of his apocalyptic takeover.

“Sorry,” Dipper said to Sarah. “We’ll just be a minute.”

He practically dragged Bill outside by the sleeve of his sweater, Mabel not far behind.

“Hey, what the heck?!” Bill tore his arm away. “Get your sweaty hands away from me.”

“What did you do?!” Dipper snapped.

“Nothing!”

“That doesn’t look like nothing! That looks like a rip into your dimension!” Dipper shoved a finger at Bill’s chest. Bill stumbled back, scowling. “Was this human thing all part of some scheme? Answer me!”

“Hey, hey, hey, easy! I didn’t make that thing! Well, okay, technically I did make that thing, but only through a direct causality. So did Sixer, by the way, by building that portal. So did Stan, by turning it on, so really, if you think about it-.”

“You’re the one who tricked Grunkle Ford into building that portal! Are you kidding me? Do you really think I’d believe a word you’re saying, after what you’ve done?!”

“Guys, come on!” Mabel stepped in between the two of them. “Let’s not fight, okay? We don’t know why it’s here, so if we just-”

Dipper gaped at his sister. “Are you serious? Are you really defending Bill right now?”

“I’m not defending him! I’m just saying, maybe if we hear him out…”

Something obvious suddenly clicked into place. Dipper laughed. How could he not see it before? “Bill Cipher ended the world. He manipulated our uncle and drove him to insanity. He locked you in a dream prison. He tried to kill us, Mabel. Multiple times. Did you seriously just forget all that? Because you feel bad for him?”

“That’s not…” Mabel hesitated. 

That’s all Dipper needed to hear. He climbed up the stairs, not wanting to look at his sister. He didn’t want to see her face and confirm what he already knew was true.

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[everything-is-as-it-was]

Ranking all DnP videos 2024

Hello everyone here to hear me yap! Below I am including all of the videos dnp have released in 2024, rated from my favorite to least favorite. PLEASE NOTE that I actually do love all of them! And this is just a silly thing! But feel free to discuss or send me asks with your opinions :)

I'll start from the bottom up.

10. i have a spicy confession...

This one was lots of fun (wtf is wrong with yall with these confessions) but I'm not gonna lie Phil felt incredibly off in it and like... really performative? Like idk something didn't feel right to me and although he said some really sweet things it felt... off somehow. Not sure how to describe it. Funny though lol

9. HONEYMOON IN JAPAN!

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW

It was a good video!! I just feel like it didn't have a lot of *those moments* that these other videos had idk. Like yes it was very sweet and a milestone for the sims universe but it kind of felt like that was it for me. The symbolism was inSANE but just strictly talking about the video itself yk. New pics released were nice though

8. Poppy Playtime Chapter 3

This one was a lot but it was SO nice to have such a long video- two hours long who??? That's tbh the reason this one goes above the honeymoon video- the length. The reason I put it lower is that although I am NOT complaining about the length, both of them were SUPER focused a lot of the time and not really talking much haha

7. Viewers Pick My Birthday Presents 2024

The only reason this one isn't higher is because all the ones above this I consider part of their *magnum opus* era. I loved the mini golden pig, the omatone, the shirt, and the Shrek smut. Always fun to see him surprised with cursed stuff loll

6. THE PUBLIC WOOHOO INCIDENT

Pretty self explanatory I think. Dan SCREAMING as Dab and Evan got it on made me actually piss myself. I can still hear it echoing in my head.

5. Phil's Birthday Livestream

Another case of "the only reason this isn't higher is because the ones above it are SO good." I loved the livestream, and was able to attend live for about the first hour. Such chaos. Such good. Amazing.

4. Dan and Phil Get Married, Have Kids, and Retire

Saw the notif while I was getting out of school and I literally snorted out loud, very embarrassing. They're just taking the piss at this point and I'm loving it. Phil's teasing him towards the end with "oh, I think I'll start another photo album!" GOLDEN. "Henry gives me that good dick." "Me and Susan have been rawdogging it." Amazing. Incredible.

3. Phil Pushes Dan's Button for 18 Minutes

A comfort video for REAL. When this came out I was SHOCKED that they had two BANGERS one right after another, but boy was I in for a surprise.

The slime? The slime on Dan's head while he's talking? Phil placing it on his forehead while he stares off into space? Hell yeah I want more of that slime I could look at it all day.

2. Who is the Real Daniel Howell?

Yall. We were fed GOOD today. Dan singing 'my lumps' absolutely DEADPAN while Phil looks at him in Awe? I WANT PHIL'S SWEATER IF ANYONE CAN TELL ME WHERE IT'S FROM I WILL BE GRATEFUL.

So? many shoulder touches? idk what that's about but i aint complaining ig

editing tips! *stuff* coming out your nose! etc!

This one had such a particular vibe to it- I think partially because it wasn't edited by the editor they've been using! To be clear - the editor has been doing a great job and I applaud them :) but sometimes it feels a bit over-edited, if you know what I mean? (For example the count-downs on the sims video going down the mountain felt a bit much) But having a video that was edited by Dan or Phil kinda hits different idk

WDAPTEO2024

I cannot, CANNOT say enough good things about this video. I cannot. I cannot. It holds my whole heart and soul and I have only rewatched it twice because I am trying to preserve the magic but GODDAMNIT I love their shenanigans. What a series.

I was very worried when they came out with this video STRAIGHT into 2024 because I was like, "WOW. that was amazing but idk how they're going to follow this up? will everything feel like a disappointment now that this masterpiece has come out?" (not that dnp uploading could ever be a disappointment, but I digress) BUT I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED. Still though, wdapteo is 10/10 my fave so far.

I hope you enjoyed my yapping! I know many of you don't agree and that's okay lol, feel free to share your opinions if you so please ! And also with the ones that were lower ranked, the reasons I listed for the being lower ranked was NOT me complaining. Each video is different and awesome in their own right, this is just a ranking of how much I personally enjoyed each one!

Thank you and goodnight!

[cinnamonest]

I got a ton of messages sorry I can't post them all Tumblr only lets me put so many images 😔 sorry if I'm spamming anyone I didn't expect people would like this topic haha but I'm glad you all did, but to respond with my final thoughts

1) one thing I have learned from my inbox is me 🤝 my followers "being mistaken for much younger people than we are" (I'm 5'0 and stopped growing at age 12 lol)

2) yeah it's all very america centric. Tbh I hate it bc American fans (really mostly the young ones) can be so embarrassing. Whenever I interact with people I'm like "yes I'm an American but I'm not like that I promise" lol. The bizarre obsession with age and incest is very much an American thing.

3) was it the Diluc va? Sean chiplock? I love that man lol he's great. I liked him from a bunch of other stuff before genshin anyway, but he's not the type of dude to give a shit tbh. Given the shit that the english paimon VA has gotten away with (*clenches fist*) it's not like mihoyo is gonna tell the VAs they can or can't do anything... Also not to mention the artist of the webtoon is apparently a shipper too so, I really don't think mihoyo cares lol. That and problematic ships tend to get popular in eastern fandom. I go on Chinese sites a lot for practice and have seen the fanbase... They do not give a shit about problematic ships, especially not fictional pseudo-incest lol.

4) ultimately yes it's bc young kids enjoy creating drama unnecessarily, and honestly a resentment thing bc they know they are generally disliked in fandom. You see a lot of kids shaming adults for being into fandom (when they're the ones who usually contribute the most lol) especially against adult women in fandom (it's a lot of complex misogyny psychology going on). Generally you do not see this behavior beyond the age of 16, and really never beyond 18-19. They grow out of it. That doesn't change the damage it does, though. And I realize there are plenty who don't. I'm sure there are plenty of teens who do what we all did as teens, lie about our age and silently lurk lol which, lets be real, is pretty much what all of us did at one point. But they're usually silent and lurk so you don't hear from them.

But still like. Man these kids make me feel better about myself like. I thought MY teen phase was cringey but at least mine is "haha I used to Naruto run and be a weeb" and not "I used to harass and doxx people and send them death threats haha embarrassing teen years right".

5) and YES they seek out the content themselves. I think a lot of the time they themselves are awakening to the fact they like this type of thing but don't know how to handle it so they lash out. Generally people who like noncon and dark content go through a phase where they have trouble coming to terms with it. Except I dealt with that shit myself and didn't harass others lol

Anyway I appreciate all the commentary and feel free to send thoughts but I'm probably not gonna post much more on this just bc I don't wanna spam anyone.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

I was gonna do this as an anon but FRICK IT- Your 200 follow thing really intrigued me and I wanted to try it. Uhmmm..- Okay- Character? I'd like for it to be Hanako- as a.. lover? (why is this embarassing... uhm..) Riya is fine ..(she/her),, and uhm.. I need huge comfort right now. For starters, I can't stop having panic attacks and I'm not good with expressing myself. And I feel like a liar because I lie about how I feel a lot of the time- And I just C A N T H A N D L E T H E S E T H O U G H T S -

And then I feel like a bother and like everything I do is wrong. I'm known as the helper but I can't bring myself to ask for help when it's starting to get obvious I need it. I hide off my emotions too well that when I can't hide it anymore it's such a shocker- This is turning into a vent but it's just context I suppose...

And I just think if anyone could bring me comfort it'd be Hanako- weird- but sure-.. (ALSO CONGRATS ON 200 FOLLOWERS LIKE HOly hECK- YAY-)

a/n: RIYAAAA KISSKISS DO NOT BE EMBARRASSED <333 it’s not weird at all! That’s exactly why i’m here, hehe- cos i also find comfort in fictional characters <33 i love you so much, and thanks for requesting! I also do hope this was comforting, and that it turned out alright- i love youuuuu!!!

Dear Riya <3,

Hello! How are you? Uhm… well, maybe how you’re doing is why I’m writing this. I know it’s kind of weird, since I could always just tell you these things in person. But I’m just not sure that I could get the point across, so I’ve decided to write these things down. Maybe I’ll stick it in your locker… or hand it to you personally? Either way, I wish I could be saying this to your face, but I hope this at least gets my point across.

You mean a lot to me. I mean, duh, that should be obvious. Maybe it isn’t. No matter how hard I try, I know I’ll never be able to show you how much I love and care for you. (I’m sure you’d love to see my face right now, haha! Curse you for being so cute that thinking about you makes me blush!)

So, uh… anyway, it hurts me to see you look so in pain lately. I’m glad that you’ve confided in me what you have, and I’m sorry that I can’t simply take things away. Hey, if you ever feel like writing, I wouldn’t mind receiving a letter. Maybe it could help a bit? For those things you want to say, but can’t say to my face. That’s kind of unrelated right now, but I wanted to let you know that you can do that! Either way, you know I’m here for you. Your problems aren’t a burden, you aren’t a burden, and it’s okay to feel the way you do.

If you don’t want to admit how you feel, it’s alright. But, it’s also alright to admit how you really feel. There’s no shame in showing emotions, since everyone has them. You aren’t a burden for feeling things :)) No matter how you express your emotions, no worries! People express emotions differently, so the way you handle your feelings isn’t weird or strange. Or, if you don’t know how you’re feeling, don’t be ashamed to take time to just… sit back and establish how you feel. Even if it takes a few minutes, or even if it takes a few months of having those moments- emotions are strange, but you’re strong. And that’s coming from the head honcho of supernaturals here!! If I believe in you, then you should believe in yourself :D

Be sure to take care, or else I’ll have to take care of you!! But maybe you’d like that? <3 Kidding, of course, but still. Talk to me, write to me, or just ignore everything in this letter. Deep breaths, alright?? Take care, darling!

Lots of love,

No. 7, Hanako-san of the toilet <3

[a-libra-writes]

Could you do ⛅ 💎 💥 💤 and 🌸 with Aberama Gold? You can delete this if you want to cause idk if I sent this beyond a deadline. And if you do it you can choose one of the emoji, I liked them all lol so I'm fine with whichever one you want. Thank you so much, I love how you write for Aberama so it would mean a lot if you do write the headcanon. Not that I'm trying to guilt trip you into doing it, not my intention at all. I just really live your writing and wouldn't be hurt if you didnt write it.

aaghh sorry i took so long with this!! stupid work grumble grumble save me. I hope u didnt think I deleted it haha, I like Aberama a heckin lot. Glad you like how I write him! OK LETS GO LONG BOI

⛅ Sunset HC

He loves watching the sunset. Once you got to know him, this didn’t seem so strange. As the afternoon began to end, you’d notice him glance toward the sky no matter where you two were, and he’d be a little more distracted if it was an especially clear, beautiful day.

Getting such pretty sunsets wasn’t too common in London,  or any city, which is why he preferred being out in the country. 

Aberama used to think by himself during these times, but he began to like it when you joined him. He’d have you sit on his lap and chat with him - and if that was too embarrassing - at least sit beside him. During the colder months he’d wrap his jacket around you (and probably put the hat on you too, because you’re too cute).

When he’s feeling particularly sentimental, he’ll tell you all about how beautiful you look with the golden and red colors shining on your eyes and skin. He’ll sweet talk you until the moon comes up.

His favorite sunsets are the fiery orange and red ones that are scattered with clouds. To him, they look like a glimpse of heaven... he often thinks these are the only looks he’ll get of that place.

💎 Marriage HC

It was obvious when he was smitten with you, and more obvious that he wanted something more long-term. He’s actually quite a romantic man, in spite of his occupation, and he wanted to make a life with you. He thought you were just perfect.

And yes, he was a bit into the age gap.

Your wedding was modest, but surrounded with family and the reception is lively. Plenty of dancing, drinking, music and laughter, and his family put together a new wagon that was decorated in flowers and vines, just for you. Aberama couldn’t keep you out of his lap or his arms the whole time. 

Depending on your preferences, you either had a small cottage in a village or you stayed with his family in the wagons. Due to his jobs, Aberama would disappear for days at a time, sometimes a week or more. He’d come home, tired and a mess - sometimes injured - but he always gave you a kiss and hug before washing up. He preferred to be clean and in a change of clothes before holding you again.

He doesn’t discuss his jobs with you, period. He doesn’t want you getting tangled up in them, and he’s expressly forbid his men and Bonnie from discussing it with you. Even if it frustrates and worries you, he doesn’t budge on this decision.

If you didn’t know Romani, he’d gradually teach you. Since he wasn’t around all the time, Bonnie and his daughters would help.

He’s very delighted that you get along with his children, especially the younger girls, who don’t remember much of their mother. As much as he’d love children with you, he’d understand if his were more than enough. 

Bonnie sees you as more of an older sister figure than a mother - since he still remembers his mom - but you two still get along great. You’re usually patching him up after a boxing match or cooking him filling food. He’s glad you made his dad happy, but could you two please stop being so sappy in front of him and his friends? Thanks.

Once Tommy meets you and realizes how much Aberama dotes on you, he makes a point to invite you to gatherings together. He hopes you’ll calm the man down or act as a pacifying presence. It ... sort of works. While he is in a better mood with you on his arm, he’s also far more likely to bash the teeth out of any man who disrespects you.

He’ll bash the teeth out of his own men if they dare the same thing, and that’s if they’re lucky. Bonnie doesn’t tell you, but he’s seen his father send more than one man to a ditch for insulting you and your family (especially if you were non-Romani).

No matter what, he’d be protective of you, but it would happen behind the scenes. He wouldn’t want you to feel like he was being possessive or suffocating, so he’ll have a guard or two quietly watch your home when he’ s away, and he’ll deal with the before mentioned troublesome men on his own.

This has led to situations where you go to him in a panic, saying a strange man has been following you and standing around the house. He grabs his gun and investigates and ... it’s one of his idiots. “Be more careful, would you? Just go the fuck home, I’m here anyway.” 

When he comes back he acts like he chased off some scary robber and you play along and give him plenty of kisses.

Basically, you two have a very loving, sappy marriage that makes people forget he’s one of the deadliest guns-for-hire in England. 

💤 Napping HC

Aberama hardly ever naps, but he can fall asleep anywhere. You have no idea how he does it. He can do sitting in a horse, leaning against a wall or standing up. 

His “technical” naps are when he gets back from a job in the middle of the afternoon. He’d been up for days at that point, and he collapses on the couch and tells you he’s just going to rest his eyes for a few moments. You eventually gently wake him.

Still, he much prefers to fall asleep next to you. After staying up for an ungodly amount of time, he’ll let you drag him to bed, only if you promise to lie down by his side. 

When he sleeps, he reminds you of a cat with how he tucks his head down and curls into himself. Often his face twitches with expressions, but only for a moment.

💥First Fight / Making up HC

Your first fight is also what your subsequent fights and squabbles have been about: The danger of his jobs, and what little you know about them. Aberama wouldn’t give in, curtly telling you there was zero reason for you to be involved.

You knew about these “jobs” while he courted you, and you didn’t delude yourself into thinking he’d stop after you married. But this time he came home with two bullet wounds, and he was gone for two weeks. Couldn’t he at least have sent a man to tell you he was alright? Or where he was? That he was hurt? At least that?

Aberama just dismissed you, which he so rarely did, as he was just as tired and frustrated... Not to mention the wounds. He hoped in the morning, you’d understand, and both your moods would be better.

It wasn’t. You were still pissed, so he left, insisting he’d be back.

You fumed, but began to worry. What if you were too harsh, especially since he was in such bad shape? Maybe he didn’t want to worry you, or maybe someone was on his trail and he didn’t want anything coming back to you. He always kept you and his daughters out of his messes. Maybe ...

Your mind began to race, and you were feeling frustrated and emotional all over again. You decided to go look for him, it wouldn’t be hard. Right as you opened the door, Aberama was walking up to the doorstep. He had bought your favorite flowers and he quickly pulled you into an embrace. 

While he still thought he was doing what was best for your safety, he understood your worry and recognized he was dismissing your concerns. He said all this, giving you plenty of kisses and apologies.

He wanted to make love to you to show you how truly sorry he was but those bullet wounds were kind of, you know, painful as all hell. Aberama was still gonna go for it but you insisted “cuddles until that’s healed”.

🌸Kissing HC

There’s no such thing as chaste kisses or pecks unless he’s truly in a hurry. He feels so much for you that those just seem inadequate displays of affection.

Whenever he kisses you, he wants to properly show his love, although it never does seem like enough. He’ll hold the small of your back and bring you closer, because you always have to be close when he does this. If there’s not many people around, or better - none - he’ll start at your neck and work his way to your lips.

The kisses on your lips are always deep, and you feel yourself pressing back against him. If he has to say goodbye, he’ll make sure it’s longer, and he’ll promptly kiss your cheek and promise to be back soon.

Even when you’re just parting for a few hours while he goes to the boxing ring or you leave to town, he’ll pull you into his embrace and give you a firm kiss. “Behave yourself, dear.”  “Aberama, I always tell you that.”

It’s kind of nauseating to anyone who watches, Bonnie has long learned to just walk away 

To be sure, it’s very jarring for some of his men to see their terrifying boss turn to his wife, give her a sweet kiss, then turn to them with a sharp gleam in his eye, like he’s daring them to say something.

At home, he often gives you stray kisses on your neck, your cheek, your hand, whatever suits his whims at the time. In bed, even if you aren’t making love, he wants to give you several kisses goodnight. When he walks into the house and you’re already asleep, he’ll give gentle kisses that won’t make you stir. He hopes you can feel them in your dreams.

[kisilinramblings]

I'm going to bring out a controversial ask. What are your thoughts on Chat's behaviour in Copycat? I have seen so many salters absolutely wreck the boy for that episode, especially for his last line about being heartbroken. Was what he did wrong? Completely. But I'm pretty sure he knows that. He never acted upon it again and defiently improved since then.

(Not gonna lie, Copycat was one of my favorite episodes during S1, haha)

Honestly, Ladybug herself wrecked him twice in front of him in that episode. 

First, with this statement

LB : Chat Noir may annoy me to pieces, but he's never lied to me.  CN : Thanks for the compliment... I think. 

LB’s line is slightly different in the French dub. She points out “Chat Noir has a ton of flaws”. Still, goal is the same, even if she praises him for not being a liar, the first part hurt his ego there because it is what LB thinks of him. That he is not great. Decent, but not great.

Then we got this line a bit later.

CN : I’m so glad you could tell the real cat from the fake one. LB : Once I’ve figured out which Chat was really in love with me, it was a no brainer.

Here, CN understands that LB thinks he is joking about his feelings. 

Throughout S1, LB is unaware of CN’s romantic feelings for her are genuine. Ever since Stoneheart part 2, she considers CN to be a jokester, so she interprets his flirting attempts , his charming attitude and the little nicknames he gives her as casual bantering. In other words, she doesn’t take him seriously.

So yeah, coming from his crush, this is bound to heartbreak him and he is just mentionning the obvious to himself and the audience. But I don’t think this was made to pity him but rather to show the consequences of his actions. That LB won’t love him for being jealous. And the episode never depicted Chat Noir as a winner after his display of jealousy. 

I mean, when we watch the episode, we follow CN’s POV, yes, but his actions during that episode are never glorified or rewarded. Instead, Chat Noir is the butt of the joke. The Akumatized personifies him, makes him look like a bad individual and ridicules him. The police doesn’t believe CN and lock him down. Plagg’s comment about Adrien’s jealousy was on point. Chat Noir got trapped and outwitted and was unable to defeat the Akuma by himself like he intended. And finally, LB made some remarks about CN that annoyed/hurt him but were true. 

Honestly, everything was against Chat Noir there because of his actions (I loved the episode for that).

Should CN have verbally apologized to Théo about lying to him and for being jealous? Of course! Would he had done so if LB wasn’t there? Who knows. However, LB was present and it was an important variable in the equation.

Should CN have told LB the truth instead of concealing it? Yes, but that he not what CN wanted. He sure didn’t let her know what happened when he called her when infiltrating Théo’s workshop.

LB : Chat Noir, where are you? CN : I’ve found his den. LB : Who? CN : My copycat. LB : I’m not getting you. CN : If you have been there this morning, you would know what I’m talking about. LB : Well, tell me where you are? CN : No. This is between me and him. I got myself into this mess, so now I’m going to get myself out. 

Anyway later, during the battle against Copycat, LB stated she doesn’t like liars. And what did CN do earlier? Lie to Théo. And to complicate the matter, LB is oblivious about CN’s romantic feelings for her. Chat Noir already lost there and prefered to leave ASAP that telling her he got jealous. That doesn’t justify his actions but I can understand why he prefered to avoid the subject. Since he was about to detransform, he used it as an excuse and leaves, the tail between his legs, saving what he can. This is the consequences of his jealousy and he learned his lesson. If he wants LB to love him one day, he needs to not act jealously from now on. Otherwise, he is no better than his copycat.

Again, taking his leave without explaining what actually happened is not the most mature reaction (not to mention LB didn’t demand him to explain himself), but it is not the worst either. Imagine if he had left the scene as a sore loser fueled with angst against LB and/or Théo? 

Here, he is just sad and mentions that both Théo and him have in common there. Only, he doesn’t get to be cheer up by LB. 

Now, another rant some had with the episode is that CN made LB believed Copycat was her fault. 

One thing to note though is that LB did miss the statue inauguration. She was supposed to be there. It was an engagement she took because everyone expected her to show up -- along with CN -- and waited for her. And it was important for Théo that LB was present at the unveiling because he wanted her to sign the picture he used as inspiration for his sculpture. He even plead the Mayor to wait a few more minutes, hoping LB would finally come. However, unbestknown to him, it was more important for LB to erase the embarrassing voicemail she had accidently left to her crush that taking part of an official ceremony she said she would be present to. And her absence did wound Théo as Hakwmoth pointed out :

“Disappointed by Ladybug and jealous of Chat Noir, the perfect formula for disaster”.

But like their whole phone discussion informed us, Chat Noir isn’t blaming her for his actions. If she had been there, she would have witnessed what happened, yes, but he also admits this mess was his fault. Thus why he was so adamant to solve things by himself and didn’t want LB to get involved. And LB sure didn’t wanted to talk about what emergency hold her and never demanded an explaination from Chat. So both avoid talking about what happened that morning and sweep it under the rug for different reasons.

The “his crush just got crushed” line is not Chat Noir made-up excuse either. It is still true as LB did break Théo’s heart for not being there at the unveiling ceremony of the statue he has worked so hard on. Thus why she apologized, signed the picture and complimented his work. She is not taking the blame for the Akumatization here. She is only apologizing because she has missed the ceremony she was supposed to attend. Nothing more. 

If anything, Chat Noir displayed some empathy to Théo and gave him an occasion to have a few private minutes with LB. Which is definitively better than CN’s jealous reaction of keeping Théo away from LB from the beginning. 

It is not a verbal apology from Chat, but this occasion obviously meant a lot to Théo even if the gesture is small. And Chat Noir is not rewarded or thanked for it because this should have been done from the beginning instead of letting his jealousy kick in.

Now, people can dislike the episode or disagree with that ending, saying it wasn’t satisfying enough for them. It’s their opinion. The morale of that part of the episode clearly shows that letting your jealousy get the better of you doesn’t make you a winner. Did they wanted more angst? Did they wanted Chat Noir to suffer even more for being immature and making a mistake by letting his emotion get the best of him? Should the show have expanded and explored on that venue on his character? Maybe for that last point. After all, they sure did so with Marinette afterwards like in Volpina, Animaestro or Ikari Gozen for example. And I know they are fans who are tired of romantic jealousy / envy interfering during a part of an episode. Because we -- older audiences -- already know that acting while motivated by such feelings is not romantic. That jealousy ain’t cute and can hurt other. 

However, I don’t know what to say if there are people still mad over how a character acted during one episode that aired ages ago as we are currently waiting for S4. Not to mention Chat Noir is finally moving on from his crush on LB as shown during the S3 finale. The character is not at the same place anymore in his development. Like you can keep a character actions and reactions in mind as they might ressurface under different contexts in order to compare and note if there was a change. But aside of that? What use is there to be still mad? That, I will never understand I’m afraid =/

[writemywaytoyourheart]

BTS Reaction: You Ask Them To Kill A Spider

Requested: nope, I am working on requests but I needed something funny rn :')

a/n: Myyyyy, FIFTH BTS reaction! that's literally not even impressive but.... (>*-*)>♥ *dis for you*

I just thought of this one night and thought it'd be hilarious 🤷🏻‍♀️ also I needed to put some crack/fluff out there after that painful JK angst I posted...

Warnings: none, unless you have arachnophobia or are just scared of spiders in genral, then read with caution cuz it may trigger you. I squirmed a bit tbh. But it's not that bad!

BTS Masterlist ← find all my works here loves~

*I do not own any of the gifs, all credits go to rightful owners*

KIM SEOKJIN:

Lmaoo, same Jin honey, same.

You'd think it was World War lll the way Jin was going about killing this spider.

You'd seen one when you were in your room changing for date night and you screamed for Jin to please come kill it. He had come into your room, a confused look on his face, "what's the matter, princess?" You told him to walk in further then pointed out the spider up in the corner of the room. Jin's eyes widened and he swallowed, there was no way he was gonna get that. But when he turned around again and went to leave you asked him where he was going and he stuttered out, "uuuh, to uh, I was gonna get a...shoe...to kill it..." Jin sighed and hung his head in defeat.

Now here he was, your precious fool of a husband–armed with several different types of shoes, a broom, cleaning spray, your sunhat on his head (in case it falls on him he said), and the lid of a pot for a shield.

You were backed up almost to the door, trying your very best not to laugh your head off, as he screamed then swung at the little beast, then screamed again. It went on like this for a while; Jin preparing himself then lunging forward and smacking the spider (trying to at least) then screaming and jumping back; starting the whole process again. Finally he hit it and shouted in victory after confirming it was dead. He turned and looked at you, smiling proudly, "I did it!" You clapped and hugged him after getting all his protective gear off, "thanks honey! You did great! Now I'll finished getting dressed." He nodded and let you finish up, then took you by the waist as you left for the date, "I'm pretty cool aren't I? I saved you from that spider." You laughed and side-hugged him as you walked, "you really are Jin baby, thank you~" He kissed your head.

He'd do anything for his princess, even face off the evil spider.

MIN YOONGI:

I'd sell all my limbs to be able to make that smile appear on Yoongi's face...

Yoongi had been in the 'Genius Lab' for a few hours now and you were lonely. So you decided to join him and at least watch him work on his latest project for a bit. After knocking and hearing Yoongi say to come in, you put in the code and open the door, "hey, can I sit with you while you work?" You ask when you've stepped in and closed the door behind you. Yoongi turns in his chair and smiles when he sees you, "of course jagi, I should be done soon but you can definitely join me." You smile and make yourself comfortable on his couch and he blows a kiss at you before turning to finish up.

You decide to take a small nap; so you lie down and curl up, closing your eyes. After a little while you squint your eyes open, looking at Yoongi. That's when you see a spider on the arm of the couch. Yoongi turns around when he hears you gasp, "Y-Yoongi!" He sees you scooted all the way to the other side of the couch and he looks at you quizzically, "what's the matter Y/n?" You point at the arm of the couch where the spider is sitting, "there's a spider right there."

Yoongi gets up and walks over, looking where you're pointing, when he sees it he laughs and grabs a random newspaper that was on his desk. He rolls it up and smacks the spider. Quick and easy. You relax and sit comfortably again.

"oh, haha, thanks baby." You laugh and mess with your hands in embarrassment at how easily he got the bug. Yoongi just smiles and shrugs, "no problem love. Now, are you ready to go? I'm all finished for tonight anyway." You smile and nod, taking Yoongi's hand and climbing off the couch when he holds it out to you.

"Just so ya know, Y/n...you owe me one now for saving your life."

"What?? It was just a spider Yoongi."

"Just a spider huh?"

"Yes."

"Well the way you screamed made it seem li-"

"Ok shut up."

Yoongi just smirks evilly and holds your hand tighter, swinging it between you two. He wasn't gonna let you live it down for a long time.

JUNG HOSEOK:

I'm gonna cry this gif is so funny, I'm so sorry Hobi lmaoooo

"How is your food, Jagi?" Hobi asks around a mouthful of cheeseburger. You nod and give him a thumbs up, letting him know the noodles you're eating are indeed delicious. Hobi smiles and goes back to eating happily, sipping on his beloved Sprite every now and then. The two of you decided to go out to lunch today, seeing as the weather was nice and sunny. You sit at a little outside table with an umbrella stuck in the middle of it; shielding you from the sun, talking about random things and just enjoying the food and each other's company.

You didn't think this day could get any better; hanging out with your favorite boy, eating yummy food and laughing till your sides hurt when he makes a funny joke and his contagious laughter rings out.

Hobi was in the middle of explaining how confusing the new dance routine was and how he was having a hard time helping the members out with it, when you see movement down by his elbow that is currently resting on the table. Your eyes flick down to it and then widen when you see it's a spider. Spiders are one of your biggest fears. Hobi looks at you curiously, then snaps in front of your face, "hey, Y/n, are you okay?" You point at his elbow and before you can even utter the whole sentence 'there's a spider' Hobi is screaming and jumping off his seat, smacking his knee hard on the table.

"Hobi! Are you okay?" You jump up as well and reach over to him, not even letting the spider be your priority right now. Hobi just jumps away from the table again, "i-it was a spider right??" You let out a squeak yourself and run behind him, "yes, it was right by your elbow." Hoseok makes a noise that sounds half like a groan and half like a scream, then he shivers.

"What do we do Hobi? It's still on the table and we haven't finished yet."

"I...uh..." You look up at your boyfriend's face and seeing that he really doesn't wanna do it- you swallow your fear and stand up straighter. You grab your shoe off your foot and walk forward to smack the little demon once and for all. That nasty thing wasn't about to ruin your date, phobia or not. Except you feel a hand on your arm and turn to see Hobi has stopped you.

"What's the matter Hobi?"

"Y/n, aren't you like, deathly afraid of spiders?"

You bite your lip, you didn't care as long as Hobi didn't have to do it. That's when he takes the shoe out of your hand and hurries forward, smacking the spider and trying not to hit the food, screaming when it falls on the ground and smacking it again and again while shouting the whole time.

That was your sweet brave boy Hobi, always looking out for you.

KIM NAMJOON:

Lol, why is shook Joonie so dang cute?

Namjoon was trying his best to keep the ingredients in the bowl as he stirred. It was a fairly simple task, but knowing Namjoon you were prepared to have a lot to clean up. Except, he was so excited and really wanted to help out with the brownies you were making, so you decided it really didn't matter how messy it got- as long as Joonie was having a good time.

Yes, he was having a lot of fun to be honest, you had made it through the measuring and pouring of everything and just a little cleanup had been necessary so far, thankfully. It wasn't until the mixing that things went downhill...No, it wasn't Joon's fault at all actually; it was the spider that decided he wanted to join in the fun that tipped things off.

Namjoon was super concentrated on mixing, and you were putting the ingredients you used back into the pantry and refrigerator. That's when you saw the spider on the floor; running like it's stupid little life depended on it, which, technically it did. You screamed and slammed the fridge shut, jumping as far as you could from the ugly little thing. Namjoon started and turned to see what the problem was, brownie batter spoon still in hand. When he saw it running across the floor he let out a shout of his own and tripped over his feet to get away. A little flour flew out of the bowl but neither of you cared-even some of the mixed batter splat on the ground, but again your attention was elsewhere.

"Joon! Kill it! Get it before it hides somewhere!"

"What?? Why me??" Namjoon looks at you in shock, still holding the mixing spoon covered in chocolate batter.

"Because you're the man! That's why!"

"B-but...but..." Namjoon stutters and looks back at the spider that is crawling up a wall now. He sets the bowl and spoon down and pulls his left shoe off; you won that argument so now he was gonna have to kill that thing.

Namjoon takes one last dramatic look at you, both your eyes big as saucers and mouths slightly open. Then he let's out a shout as he charges for the spider, all or nothing.

It's a good thing he's so tall, because the spider had made it a little ways up the wall, but it was no match for an aggressive and determined Namjoon.

He smacked it with such a force that you jumped from the sound.

His shoulders are heaving when he turns and looks at you with a serious glint in his eyes.

"Alrighty then Y/n....where were we?" Then he throws his shoe over by the door and marches back to the bowl, grabbing the spoon and stirring again, one lonely shoe on his right foot.

You can't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

PARK JIMIN:

Asjdjdjxiscavb why's he so cute for? >:(

"Hmmm, can you turn a little to the left baby?" You shift slightly to the left at your boyfriend's request and see him smile and give a thumbs up before disappearing behind his phone again.

The two of you were doing an aesthetic photoshoot. It was Jimin's idea and today was your turn to be the model; you two had decided that green was the color for today's shoot. At the moment you were lying back against a tree trunk as Jimin took the pictures with his phone. You blush as he keeps shouting praises at you, "lookin good baby! oh my gosh you're so cute! Beautiful girl! Yes, just like that!" After another few minutes Jimin asks you to lay in the grass so he can try a few different scenes.

You immediately comply; straightening out your outfit before situating yourself in the grass and lying down. Jimin walks over and smiles at you, then bends down and puts your hair over to one side, takes a few pictures, then moves your hair around your face and smiles down at you again. You giggle at him and try to pose while he snaps a few more shots. Jimin keeps chuckling too, "you're so cute baby, these pictures are gonna be so good. I can't wait t-" your brows furrow when your boyfriend cuts off in the middle of his sentence, his eyes locked to the right of your head.

"Jimin?"

"Uh.."

"Jimin what is it?" You start to panic and he puts his hand out, "don't move Y/n... I'll get it." Your eyes widen and it takes all your strength not to scream and jump up, but you choose to trust him and shut your eyes tightly.

The second you feel Jimin swat at your hair splayed on the ground you can't help yourself, so you jump up and squeal.

"IS IT OFF? IS IT OFF??"

Jimin starts laughing and doubling over, he can barely breathe he's cracking up so hard. You glare at him as you shake your hair and swat at your arms.

"What was it? Stop laughing!" When he finally catches his breath he gasps out, "it was just a little spider but the look on your face when I told you not to move was-was priceless!!" You shudder and move to smack him but he dodges you, "I hate spiders!" He just stifles his giggles and tries to put on a straight face.

"It's a good thing I got it then."

"Well, I'm done with nature for now. I'm hungry." You pout and he pinches your cheeks, cooing at you. "Ok baby, let's go get lunch." He takes your hand as you two walk out of the park.

"Jimin?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for getting the spider off me..." you mumble quietly. He looks at you and smiles, "awe, it wasn't a problem at all Jagi."

KIM TAEHYUNG:

Uwu uwu uwu, stop it stop it stop it >.<

You and Tae were lying on the couch scrolling through your phones. It was a lazy day and neither of you felt like doing much of anything. Your legs were draped over his and every once in a while he would bounce his legs to see your thighs jiggle a little, teasing you because he thought it was cute and it could always make you blush.

As he started to bounce his legs again you slap at him, missing him by a long shot because your arms couldn't reach him in that position, "Tae! Stop that!" He just giggles and hums at you, still bouncing your legs. You roll your eyes and look back at your phone, scrolling through Instagram. Suddenly a small black movement on your chest catches your eye, you look down and see a spider running across you. Screaming at the top of your lungs, you launch yourself off the couch and off of a very startled Taehyung–slapping your chest to get it off and swinging around wildly–still screeching. Eventually you yank your shirt off–thankfully you had on a tank top underneath, but you were about to tear that off too when Tae stops you, "Jagi! Calm down, stop stripping!! What is it??"

Your breathing is erratic and short and you gulp before pointing at the shirt on the ground that you ripped off, "there was a gigantic spider on my shirt Tae!! It just, it just ran across me with those spindly hairy legs!!!" You are about to cry and Tae jumps up to hug you–trying his best not to laugh, "it's okay love, I'll find it and get rid of it, ok?" You nod and whimper before he tells you to go back a few feet so he can find it.

After you're a safe distance away, Tae takes your discarded shirt and shakes it a little–causing another scream to leave your mouth when the little black spider falls to the carpet and starts running. It really wasn't very big at all but you hated spiders so much it seemed huge to you. The spider stops and sits there for a minute so Tae tells you to watch it and quickly grabs a glass from the kitchen and a piece of paper. When Tae walks closer to it, it starts to run again, "TAEEE!!! AHHHH!!!" You jump up and down and wring your hands, but Tae is still super calm– he even talks to the spider, "nope, no ya don't little buddy, come here." Tae drops the glass over it and once it's trapped he slides the paper under the glass, picking up the glass, spider and all. Then he walks it outside and further away from your door before letting it go. Tae comes back in and you're sitting on the couch, "thanks baby, but I'm still scared, I don't wanna sit here anymore."

He chuckles and sits next to you, pulling you into his lap, "don't worry Jagi, I'll protect you from all those bad spiders, ok?" You smile at him and snuggle up to his chest.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

oh huhuhuhuuuuuuu the cheeks! Someone hold me, I'm crying again.

"JUNGKOOOOOOK!!!!"

Jungkook jumped up and ran as fast as he could to your bedroom when he heard you shrieking. You had only been gone for a few minutes, saying you had to go to the restroom. He opened the door and didn't see you, "Y/n? Where are you?" Jungkook walked in further and then heard your voice coming from the open bathroom door in your room, "I'm in here Kookie, hurry up please." He walked over and looked in the bathroom to see you standing on the toilet, your eyes were huge and you were shaking, "What's the matter?" He stepped into the bathroom but froze when you screamed again, "ahh! Stop! Don't move Kook you'll scare it and it'll run again!" Jungkook looked around without taking another step. Then he looked back at you utterly confused, "what is it? You have to tell me what it is, I can't see anything." Your eyes were glued to a spot on the floor by the tub as you shakily pointed at where you were looking, "r-right there, it's a huge spider, oh gosh please kill it Kookie." Jungkook followed the line of your arm to see a black spider on the floor. oh frick, that was pretty big.

But he couldn't let you know it freaked him out too, he would just have to kill it for you. "Ok, uh, do you have something I can kill it with? Like, like a shoe or something?" You nodded and motioned for him to take your hand, so he took it and helped you jump off the toilet and over to where he was standing. You scurried out of the bathroom while Jungkook kept an eye on the spider. A second later you came back with a tennis shoe and a bottle of hairspray. Jungkook took the shoe and pointed at the hairspray,

"What's that for?"

"If you get too scared you can spray it and it'll slow it down.."

"Oh...ok."

Jungkook swallowed hard and moved slowly to the tub, you following close behind, bumping into his back. Suddenly he stops, "Baby..." You freeze as well–your heart thumping in your chest, "w-what?" He turns and looks at you, "maybe you should just stay back by the door." You nod and hurry back to safety, "good idea, thanks." He nods back and tries not to smile. After a lot of smacking and screaming and running (not just from you if we're being honest), and yes some hairspray was used, the spider is finally dead.

You breathe a sigh of relief as Jungkook flushes it down the toilet, then walks back over to you and you wrap your arms around his middle, hugging him tightly, "thank you Jungkookie, you're the bestest most bravest boyfriend ever." He chuckles and kisses the top of your head as a mischievous bunny smile spreads on his face, "well, at least you were able to pee in the toilet and not your pants before you saw the spider, right?" You pull back and smack him then walk out to the living room. He laughs at you as you mutter, "never mind, I hate you."

"No you don't, you love me."

Well....whatever.

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a/n 2.0: oh GADS! I forgot to put an end note ahaha, sorry. I cracked myself up so bad writing this lmao, I hope you guys liked it! Thank you for reading <3