#Dipper's not gonna spend time to cook when he could be doing other things. Something he takes after Ford in

[tswwwit]

Wait, aww does dipper sometimes cook for bill? (Well saying making spicy instant noodles is cooking is a little far fetched but still)

I mean, sometimes!

In the Familiar AU, Dipper and Mabel basically grew up with Stan - and experienced the cooking skills thereof. When faced with choosing a life of glitter in his digestive tract, or earnest but burnt waffles, Dipper figured he might as well learn to cook. He's not winning any culinary awards or anything, but he can follow a recipe and make a decent pasta dish.

Besides. The alternative to Dipper cooking for Bill - is Bill cooking for Dipper. And since Bill's idea of delicacies involve terms like 'unholy abomination', 'unbearably spicy', or 'still squirming', Dipper's more likely than not to shove him out of the kitchen.

They mostly get lot of takeout.

[starlight-writes-stuff]

Can I request how the feral boys would ask you/ what they would do for your first time sleeping over as their girlfriend? That sounds weird but I hope you know what I mean lol. I love your writing by the way!

hi friend , and thank u ! i appreciate it <3 this is a super cute idea and i had a lot of fun writing it ,,,,, im so soft for them i can't . xoxoxoxoxo , starlight

AYO LOOK AT THESE : the smallest bit of smut but overall fluff ! soft feral boys content , come get yall juice

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

dream

wouldn’t be planned tbh , you’d been at his place all day and you’re both too tired to drive

you’d start to call an uber and clay would turn your phone over

“you could… stay here, if you want?”

it was a no brainer

of course you’d stay with him

clay would be so excited , smiling through his sleepy haze

he’d finally get up from his computer just to shower you with kisses all over your face

he’d tackle you back onto his bed , his soft , silly kisses turning into lingering, hard kisses

all teeth and tongue and his hands all over you

he’d get one of his legs between yours, shuddering at the way you’d whine into his mouth

his hands would make their way down to your hips

he’d grind your hips down on him , your sleepiness only making you more sensitive

you bet your ass that he’d make you cum just from grinding on his thigh

he lives in a constant state of horny™ even when he’s tired

clay would be so cocky at how he’d made you finish , doing virtually nothing

but he would go so soft at the way you were exhausted after that , yawning and rubbing your eyes

‘baby’ , ‘love’ , ‘pretty girl’

so affectionate 

you could’ve fallen asleep just like that but clay makes you get up and change

“baby , you don't want to sleep in your clothes” 

“sleep in mine instead”

you would just grumble back at him until he would physically lift you out of bed

clay would help you out of your clothes 

he’d put you in his sweats and a giant dream hoodie

just incase sap walked in for some reason

doesn't want him seeing any of the goods™

he’d carry you to the bathroom and find an extra toothbrush

clay would absolutely try to talk to you while brushing his teeth and the two of you would laugh s o hard at each other trying to talk with mouths full of toothpaste

again , he would pick you up and carry you back to his bed , shutting the door behind the two of you

“don't you want to say goodnight to sap?” “no :)”

the two of you would fall onto his bed and be asleep within 10 minutes , completely tangled in each other

he talks in his sleep

but you snore

so its even

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george

soft george my beloved

he’d probably plan your guys first ‘sleepover’

he would want to make it special , and definitely do something memorable

george would bring it up to you like a week before

he’d practically invite you like it was a birthday party :,)

i can't

he’d make reservations for a nice dinner before and get all dressed up

george would pick you up and hold your hand on the console

he’d open all the doors for you 

he'd pull out your c h a i r

yall would definitely be cracking jokes all throughout dinner in the middle of this fancy restaurant

george would ABSOLUTELY knock his silverware off the table at some point

you would have to fight to not spit your drink out , laughing so hard

he’d skip on desert at the restaurant and take you to dairy queen or something

it would be the two of you in your fancy attire , sitting outside some tiny ice cream parlor

looking at eachother like you were the only two people on earth

yall are in L O V E 

once you two got home george would carry your overnight bag in 

he would change immediately 

bc he h8’s fancy clothes 

but wanted to dress up for you 

after you guys changed into pajamas , you’d stay up talking for hours

he’d tell you stories of him and all the feral boys

you’d tell him stupid things you did as a kid

the two of you would want to make the most of the extended time you had together and stay up until like 2 in the morning

george’s voice would get all low and raspy from talking for so long

you’d fall asleep on the couch together when you physically couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore

george would wake up when the sun started shining through the blinds

he would carry you up to his bed 

then promptly fall back asleep with you in his arms

☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

sapnap 

snapmap my love .

this man doesn’t plan shi t

it would be very spur of the moment , the two of you laughing at some joke that he made when he’d grab your hand suddenly v serious

“will you sleep with me tonight?”

he’d look so earnest while asking that and you would BURST into laughter

it would take nick a hot sec to realise what he’d said and once he did . he would simply . disintegrate .

he would be so dramatic about it too

“i was trying to be romantic ! stop laughing at me !”

and you would just sit there , laughing so hard that you couldn’t produce noise anymore , just silent wheezes

you would start to cry and nick would pOUT

you would just nod , literally unable to produce words

but sap would brighten up at that

“so you’ll stay the night?”

once you got control of yourself , the two of you continued on doing what you were doing

it was like a normal day other than the fact that it ,,,, wouldn’t end

you two watched movies and played minecraft all day , being lazy together

you’d doordash dinner or order pizza or something so you didn’t have to leave the house

he’d have to stream and you would just chill , eating pizza in bed

once it became apparent that the stream was gonna last longer than planned , you would quietly come up behind him and drop a kiss on his cheek

he’d grin at you but be confused ???

you’d text him so your voice wouldn’t pop up on stream

‘gonna take a shower / keep myself busy’

he’d text back a single ‘👍🏼’

sapnap texts like a dad and NO ONE can tell me otherwise

you’d shower and get dressed , then wander down to the kitchen trying to find something to do

scavenger hunt™ for cookie ingredients

you’d bake his favorite and surprise him with a warm cookie im s o f t

the SMILE that would cross his face my god

he would feel so loved

he’d mute stream to thank you, putting his hands around your waist and burying his face into your stomach

you k n o w he’d find some way to end stream early after that , wanting to be with you

the two of you would finish off all the cookies , watching scary movies together

he’d hold you when you jump at all the spooky shit

you’d do the same for him bc sap is baby

chat . i'm kinda scared . lowkey .

you were both half asleep by the time you made your way back up to his room

you’d be lights out the minute your head hit the pillows 

and he’d be big spoon

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karl

karl would probably ask you that day , texting you before you’d even come over to ask if you would stay the night

you two had technically slept over before , but never at karl’s place (usually pulling all nighters with the feral boys on stream or with the beast crew)

you can not tell me . that karl . would not build a fort . with you .

and he would 100% go all out with it

he’d get lights to string up on the inside (the twinkle ones for sure)

he would get a fuckton of pillows and the softest blankets he can find and pile them in

karl would essentially make a nest for the two of you

you’d spend the first hour alone sharing soft kisses and cuddling so close that you weren't sure where you ended and karl began

he’d hold you , letting you lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat

you’d talk about everything and nothing at all , just wanting to hear each other’s voices

until someone’s stomach growled

he’d laugh until he couldn't breathe 

you had tears rolling down your face , your stomach hurting from the giggles 

he’d either take you to get food before or doordash your favorite

because neither of you can cook blESS

you’d pick out cute , matching pajamas for your first official night together

but

he’d end up giving you his clothes to sleep in 

because he likes you wearing his stuff 

and it's more comfortable than your fancy pajamas

he’d cover his eyes and face a blanket/wall while you were changing

the only time either of you would leave the fort would be for more snacks or to go to the bathroom

karl would bring his laptop in and turn in a movie as you two were settling in for the night 

(some super dumb kids movie) 

(my brain immediately went to the lorax) 

(i’ll see myself out)

and he’d stay awake until you fell asleep, your face buried into his t-shirt

it made his heart so full that you felt safe enough to fall asleep with him

he’d play with your hair and trace over your features as soft as possible

because you're just so beautiful when you’re asleep ??

karl murmurs how much he loves you , everything that he loves about you while he knows you can't hear it

he’d drift off with you still in his arms, his lips pressed to the top of your head in a sweet, gentle kiss

and the two of you would stay like that the entire night , keeping each other warm

im so soft for him

can u tell

karl jacobs my love

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quackity

listen

everyone writes big q as a stupid dumb dummy

and while he can be that at some times

this man would be so fucking thoughtful ??? when it came to his girl ?????

you literally can't tell me otherwise .

much like gogy he would plan something special

but like

he can COOK yall

he’d make you a nice ass dinner

and set up a picnic in the backyard 

he’d light candles and make it all fancy

literally it would be a scene out of a movie

once you finished eating dinner the two of you would watch the sunset

he’d play guitar and sING FOR YOU

you’d stay outside soaking in the heat even after the sun had gone down

stargazing for as long as you could

alex would put his arm around you and have you lay on his chest

you’d listen to his heartbeat while you pointed out the big dipper

he’d make up his own constellations aljidhkuvgfhadj

you two would only go inside because you were being eaten alive by mosquitos

one of you would play music off your phone and yall would slow dance in the kitchen

he would repeatedly tell you how much he loved you , pressing tender kisses to your neck , your jaw

until a fucking ad would play

and alex would just lose his shit

he would laugh so hard he’d ipad kid cough

then you would simply ascend

the two of you would be laying on the kitchen floor absolutely D Y I N G of laughter

you’d stay there for a while , trying to recover

by the time you did , your ribs were sore from all the giggles

alex would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder , walking you up to bed

he’d suplex you onto the mattress

the two of you are children around each other tbh

that would lead to a wrestling match

until you’d found your way onto his lap , pinning him by his wrists

w h e w

the way that man would kiss you after that ? bye im gone

lets just say by the time he was finished you would both be exhausted

he’d tell you how pretty you were , how good you did

the two of you would fall asleep with tangled limbs , half kissing

[nautiscarader]

Wendip Week 2021 Day 1 - Time Travel

Apologies for the massive delay, but my health, both physical and, as a result, mental, got a hit, and had to recover.. .we'll see how things go from there on, but at least I have some more ideas for other prompts.

I wonder if shipping week co-organised by me will accept my late prompts. 

(ao3)

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Wendy Corduroy leaned behind the wooden wall of the Mystery Shack, giving a few squirrels a rather frightening looks. And she had to be careful, as her mission was of utmost importance.

Despite the years she's spent working, and then almost living in the Shack, she felt as if she was on a an enemy's territory.

And of course, in a sense, she was one...

She weight each step of hers, as she crept through the empty lobby. The tourist season hasn't started yet, and the only ones judging her were heads of fake monsters that decorated the walls.

And then, as she turned her head, she collided with someone.

- Oh, sorry, Wendy - her boyfriend offered her his arm and was quick to check her for any bruises - No worries, Dip. - Wendy smiled and returned the soft kiss. - Listen, uh, I gotta meet with Soos, so, uh, catch you later? - Sure, dork. - she smiled - Oh, watch out for the flocks of drummingbirds, they're gonna have a parade... I think they scheduled it.   - Thanks for the tip! Love you!

She gave him a wave, and as soon as he exited the building, she returned to her mission, this time knowing that she'd have no one else to worry about.

But as she entered the upstairs room that once belonged to the young Pines twins, she realised she was sorely mistaken, as she met Dipper's frightened sight.

Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened, as she realised what might have happened. She was trained for such eventuality, though she prayed it would never happen again. She still had nightmares about the Bunker...

In the split second she drew her axe and aimed it at him, forcing him to drop his weapon of choice, or rather what would have been one, had it not been a simple backscratcher. His posture, however, indicated nothing but readiness, and he dared not to lose his enemy from his sight.

- Alright, safety question: favourite animal? - Platypus bear! - Dipper replied at once, the axe's blade inches away from his throat - First movie we watched together? - "A serving of irony, or how aliens tricked us with double-meaning words".

For a long while, the two stared at each other, until their erratic breathing returned to normal, and they lowered their weapons.

- Wendy? - Yeah, it's me... Dipdop. - she smiled - But then-

Her eyes widened, and she stormed to the window, knowing what she'd see.

Next to Soos' family van stood another Dipper and Wendy, laughing about something.

Dipper was about to reach for his make-shift weapon, until he realised that what looked like Wendy would have already killed him several times by now.

- Wendy, wait, why are you-

She reached into her back pocket, almost at the same time as Dipper did. And when their eyes met, they both understood.

- Oh, crud. It's you. - they both said, pointing to each other.

At the same time, the earth began to shake.

- Come on, we need to help them. Us. Come on!

She grabbed his hand and the two darted downstairs, and by the time they reached the ground floor, the Earth in front of the shack has already opened and from the rift that tore down one of the wooden benches, two round creatures emerged, both looking equally angry.

The creatures didn't have eyes, but the razor-sharp teeth and long noodle-like tendrils, dripping with thick, red liquid gave off enough warnings.

Though she shouldn't have look away from them, Wendy had to make eye contact with herself, and her other boyfriend,  and when she did, she spoke one sentence.

- We both forgot.

The other Wendy and Dipper looked at each other, and both clapped their foreheads with their hands.

- Okay, but you guys are gonna explain it!

The other Dipper shouted and scooted away, just before the smoke cleared away, and the two Linguiniers split to chase them. But Wendy already formed a plan in her head: with the help of her boyfriend, she lept onto the broken half of wooden log that served as a bench, and when the tentacle was about to hit her, she dodged and was catapulted into the air, her axe already ready in her hands.

More thick, red paste covered the ground as two halves of monstrous orb fell to the ground, its tendrils still convulsing in its last moments.

But then, the two heard their voice, coming from the other side of the parking lot, and ran to help their doubles. But by the time they reached them, Dipper and Wendy have already trapped the other one by coiling its tendrils on a pitchfork that stuck out of the now-dead monster.

- Nice work. - Wendy congratulated the other two, tasting the marinara sauce from her shirt. - Shame it's gonna be our last meal, eh? - the other Wendy crossed her arms, looking at her with contemptuous look. - Well... it's kinda your fault too. - Dipper addressed the two, hoping to find common grounds.

A moment later, however, they all heard familiar beeping coming from their pockets.  

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- Okay....

And old man hid his face in his hands, wanting to pull hair from his head, but finding very little to work with.

- So you travelled back in time and answered his sudden appearance, and you did the same to react to her travel.

He pointed to Dipper and switched to Wendy, both wearing the same half-frightened, embarrassed looks.

- But why did you go back in the first place?! - the man shouted, desperate to find some sense in the convoluted tale,

Dipper and Wendy paused for a while, gathering thoughts as if they could come up with a better excuse. But as the two looked at each other, they realised there was no other way, other than coming clean.

- Because yesterday was our anniversary. - And we were both so busy that... - ...We both forgot. - ...So we both came back, thinking we met... - ...The original versions of ourselves... - ...When in reality we met the older us.

The older man's face changed the shade from red, to yellow and purple, until it was once more hidden in his hands for a very long time.

- And you killed two of our time-repairers. - Well, they kinda attacked us, so we had to do it, before they ate us to clean up the timeline. - But then Soos came back, and trust us, he ate them, and there is no evidence. - Shut it! - the man slammed his hand onto the desk.

Wendy reached her hand to her boyfriend's, who entwined his fingers with hers, as they both awaited the judgement.

- Your timelessness, having heard the confessions of this blatant disregard of our rules what do you say?

The desperate man looked up and addressed the floating, enormous toddler that overlooked not only this room, but the concept of time, and the several neighbouring realities as well.

- Let them go, these humans are so cute - the new Time Baby answered, toying with a ball of time yarn. - Your time tapes are locked. All four of you, until we untangle this mess, get out. - he barked and slumped over his desk, watching as the colours on the faces of both Dippers and both Wendys brightened.

A moment later, the four young adults were in the elevator, finally able to breathe properly.

- Wow, were we lucky. - Dipper clutched his chest - No more time shenanigans for us, though. - Definitely. - the other one added, clearing the sweat from his brow. - Well... - one of the Wendys interrupted him, watching as their eyes widen - I had one more thing in mind. - No! - they both raised their hands in protest - Haven't you heard him? - Yeah but we won't be doing "shenanigans". - the other red-head continued, mimicking Dipper's strict tone. I mean, technically, it's still yesterday, right? So why don't we celebrate the anniversary... with us?

A frisky smile appeared on their freckled face, followed by a subtle, but vivid blush.

- You mean... - Dipper swallowed loudly - With two of you? - And two of you. - the two spoke at the same time, sending shivers down their spines. - That-That definitely classifies as "shenanigans". - Dipper exchanged nervous looks with his slightly younger self. - And we can do squat until the tapes got unlocked so do you have better idea?

The air in the elevator became much more difficult to breathe as Dippers pondered the situation they were in. And the fact that this was the most sensible option made them both excited and deeply confused.

Never before has spending an anniversary with younger versions of themselves, eating freshly-cooked pasta and meatballs been so much fun.  

[pinesconessecrets]

Mistletoe

Here’s your super duper uber late secret santa gift, Fri Fri! I hope you enjoy. <3

@sci-fri

Usually, it was dead in Wirt’s florist shop when the holidays began to roll around. His shop flourished in the spring and summer, customers coming in and out to browse his wide variety of flowers and other miscellaneous plants. As fall set in, the once steady flow of customers slowed down considerably, leaving Wirt fairly bored and often alone in his shop.

It was Christmas time now. Business picked up again briefly during the month of December and the first week of January. Everyone wanted assortments of holly, poinsettias, Christmas roses, chrysanthemums, and other Christmas themed flowers. Wirt got good at making wreaths very quick. Word of them got around town quick and the first two weeks of December was spent making the darn things.

After that, things really died down and he was bored. Really bored.

He spun around in his chair, leaned back and staring up at the ceiling. There was a week left to Christmas and boy was he bored. His family was supposed to visit him but their flight got messed up and they had to cancel. Wirt put on his happy face and told them it was fine, that he could just visit in January when the crazy holiday season has died down. Greg took it harder than Wirt did since the two brothers only got to see each other a handful of times each year.

The doorbell chimed, signaling that a customer was walking in. Wirt tried not to flail while straightening himself in his chair. He was a professional that totally didn’t spin around in his chair while he was bored. Nope, not at all.

“Hey, Wirt!”

He looked up, blinking in surprise. “Oh hey, Mabel. I didn’t think you would still be in town.”

Mabel made her way through the shop, setting a cup of something warm on the counter. “We were going to fly back to Washington to see our parents, but my lazybutt of a brother couldn’t get out of bed on time and made us miss our flight. Couldn’t afford another ticket so we decided to stay here. Mom and Dad are pretty bummed that we couldn’t make it but hey, it happens. What about you?”

Wirt picked the cup up, taking a tentative sip. Hot chocolate; he should have known. “There was a glitch in the airport’s system so they never actually booked a flight and they couldn’t schedule any flights until January. It’s not the first Christmas I’ve had to spend alone so it’s cool.”

She pursed her lips, her expression scrunching up. That was a look Wirt knew as Mabel’s thinking face. He had a feeling about what would happen next.

“You should come and have Christmas with us!”

Wirt chewed on his lip, thinking it over. Either way, he probably didn’t have a choice considering this was Mabel who was asking him. “Okay. Do you want me to bring anything? Like a pie or a side dish or something.”

“Honestly whatever is good. I think Dipper is going to try to bake a turkey, which means I’ll end up baking it because he should not be let anywhere near the kitchen.”

Wirt laughed into his drink. “That bad?”

“He almost set the microwave on fire, Wirt. The microwave. Do you know how hard it is to even do that?”

“I’ll take your word for it. I had a roommate back in college who burned everything in the microwave. Needless to say, he was quickly banned from going near it shortly after. Didn’t stop him though.”

“Oh man, that sounds exactly like Dipper. He’s hopeless when it comes to any type of kitchen device.” Mabel looked at the time on her phone, then let out an annoyed huff. “I gotta bounce! I swear, everyone would be lost without me at work. See you soon, Wirt!”

“Later, take care.”

Mabel waved at him as she walked through the door, leaving Wirt alone in his shop.

  *****

Wirt sat nervously in his car, fidgeting with his seatbelt. A freshly baked apple pie and a cinnamon butterscotch pie were carefully placed in the backseat, filling the car with their sweet and tempting aroma. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to go to the Pines twins apartment for Christmas. They were his friends; he had no reason to be feeling this nervous.

Okay, maybe he was slightly crushing on Dipper. It was just a little crush, nothing to worry about, right?

Right.

Wirt turned his car off, pocketing the keys before stepping out into the biting cold. He gathered the pies up in his arms carefully, beginning on making his way to the apartment complex. The twins lived up on the top floor and thank god for elevators. He didn’t think he’d be able to go up four flights of stairs, let alone with two pies. Mabel’s spidey sense must have kicked in before Wirt had the chance to knock on the door.

“You made it! Come in!” she beamed, practically pulling him in. “You can put the pies on the counter in the kitchen.”

Wirt yelped and struggled not to drop the dessert. “You didn’t let Dipper in the kitchen, did you?”

“Nope! Chased him out with my trusty wooden spoon anytime he tried to sneak in.”

“You know I can hear you, right? Not cool guys.” Dipper leaned against the wall, dark circles under his eyes.

Wirt hummed innocently, glancing at one of Mabel’s multiple wooden spoons scattered about the kitchen.

“Oh no. No no no. You are not going to do what I think you’re planning,” Dipper scowled.

Mabel leaped at Dipper with wooden spoons in both hands, batting at him gleefully. “I am!”

“Argh, Mabel no! Look I’m leaving!” He quickly retreated from the vicinity of the kitchen, heading back to the living room.

She snickered, brandishing her weapons. “The turkey’s almost done cooking, so feel free to go chill. I’ll hold the fort down.”

“Call me if you need any help.”

“Will do!”

Wirt wandered into the living room, hovering awkwardly in the entryway. Dipper was sprawled out on the couch, one leg propped up on the coffee table as he lazily flipped through the channels on TV.

“You gonna sit down? I don’t bite.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Wirt shuffled over, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. He tried to focus on the movie Dipper picked, which was some cheesy Hallmark movie because seriously, what else is there to watch during Christmas.

But his mind kept drifting to Dipper’s presence. Oh, how he hated how his mind loved to kick into overdrive, making him overanalyze everything and anything. Did Dipper even like other guys? Wirt never had the courage to ask, let alone hint at bringing up any talk of it. He had a feeling Mabel must have figured he was harboring a tiny crush on her brother but she never mentioned it.

“… you okay, man? Kinda spaced out there.”

Wirt jumped, coming back to earth. “Y-yeah. It’s been pretty quiet at the shop so I’ve been uh, zoning out a lot. Not much to do since pretty much everyone’s out of town or busy visiting family.”

“Really? Figured everyone  would be lining up to buy some flowers or something.”

“My Christmas wreaths are pretty popular but the demand dies down once it gets close to Christmas. I guess people forget that flowers exist.”

“Lame. Maybe I’ll write a blog post about the importance of visiting your local flower shop. Buy a bouquet of flowers and get a discount on a tattoo. It’s the perfect deal.”

Wirt hoped that Dipper didn’t notice the faint blush rising to his cheeks. “Would people actually take you up on that?”

“Probably. People love their tattoos.”

“It’d be… nice. Thank you,” he mused.

“‘Course. You helped spread the word of my tattoo parlor back when I was first starting out. Kinda surprised me to have a slew of people come in.”

“Never underestimate the power of a mere florist,” he said slyly.

“Mere? Come on, you’re more than that. You’re like the flower whisperer.”

Wirt shook his head, laughing softly. “Flower whisperer? That’s a bit of a stretch. My mom’s the one who has the green thumb. She can bring plants back from the dead in record time.”

“So can you.”

“Not as well as Mom.”

“Shut up and accept my compliments.” Dipper threw one of the multiple pillows littering the couch at Wirt.

He squawked as the pillow hit him smack in the face, flailing around. Wirt chucked the pillow right back at Dipper, who caught it with ease. Dipper gave Wirt a smug grin, tucking the pillow back in its righteous place.

“If you two are done behaving like children, dinner’s ready.” Mabel poked her head into the living room, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the two.

“Says the other child,” Dipper muttered, low enough for only Wirt to catch.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Mabel rolled her eyes, passing a plate to Wirt. Once they all had a plate, they began piling food onto their plates. Wirt didn’t take too much food, knowing if he got anymore he’d end up in some sort of a food coma and would pass out on the couch for a few hours. The kitchen table was covered in a mess of papers and sketchbooks, Dipper’s laptop and numerous coffee cups, so all three opted to sit on the couch to eat. Mabel and Dipper bickered over the remote, Mabel emerging victorious as she changed the channel to something that wasn’t a Hallmark movie. She settled on Home Alone, tucking the remote between her and the armrest.

Wirt ended up sitting between the twins, painfully aware of how close he was sitting to Dipper. It’s cool, act normal. Everything is perfectly fine. Don’t let your eyes wander oh wait is that a new tattoo? he thought to himself. A few sneaky glances confirmed that Dipper indeed get a new tattoo. It looked like a single vine wrapping around his forearm, varying types of flowers here and there. He picked out carnations, chrysanthemums, petunias, and roses. Wirt didn’t take Dipper to be a flower guy, unless…

“Are you done eating? I can take your plate,” Mabel said, already taking Dipper’s empty plate.

“Oh, no. I can get it.”

“Shh. No. You’re company. Give me your plate.”

Knowing better than to argue, Wirt handed her his plate. She nodded with a smug grin and headed off to the kitchen. Soon sounds of her cleaning kitchen reached the living room.

Before Wirt could get up to help her, Dipper shook his head. “She’ll just chase you out. I wouldn’t try.”

Wirt flopped back down on the couch with a sigh, bouncing a leg. Then, his stupid mind betrayed him and he blurted out, “Did you get a new tattoo?”

“Yeah! Mabel’s been wanting to practice and I told her that I’d let her give me one to stop hounding me. She insisted on flowers for some reason.” Dipper held up his arm to give Wirt a closer look.

Wirt scooted closer, adoring the amount of detail Mabel put into the flowers. She captured their beauty perfectly and not a single line was out of place. “Mabel did a wonderful job on these flowers. If I wasn’t so squeamish around needles, I’d love to get a flower tattoo.”

“I wouldn’t mind holding your hand while you’re getting one. I mean, if you’re cool with that and everything. I wouldn’t want to make you feel awkward or anything and oh my gosh I don’t know if you’d be comfortable with that and look here I am rambling again I’m so sorry,” Dipper stammered out, flailing his arms around nervously as he spoke.

Wirt chuckled, unable to stop himself from giving Dipper a slight smile. “I’d be okay with that.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm. When I can work up the courage to get a tattoo, that is.”

“Y-yeah, of course! Have you thought about what kind you want to get?”

“No, not yet. I know a lot of people get ones that have some sort of meaning to them and it’s the way I’d like to go, but I can’t decide on exactly what I want.”

Dipper nodded, leaning back on the couch. “Take your time. It’s definitely not an overnight decision to make.”

The two lapsed into silence, their attention focused on the movie playing on TV. Wirt remembered when Greg first got into the Home Alone movies. He tried to prank Wirt after that, but their mom put a quick end to it when she caught wind of what he was planning.

Out of the corner of Wirt’s eye, he noticed Dipper fidgeting. It looked like he wanted to say something. As he turned his head to speak, Wirt’s phone rang.

Wirt mouthed ‘sorry’ as he got up from the couch, answering the phone on his way to the door. Mabel was too absorbed in washing dishes that she didn’t see him walk by, not even looking up when the door was opened and closed.

The phone call ended up being from Greg, who wanted to check up on Wirt. He seemed pleased to hear that he wasn’t spending Christmas Eve alone, but was still upset that he couldn’t come to visit. Wirt assured him that they’d get to see each other in a few short weeks, and if the airport’s system got messed up again, he’d take some time off from work to drive back home to see Greg. And that was a rock fact. Soon, Greg had to hang up to go to bed since it was starting to get late, making Wirt promise to call him first thing in the morning.

Wirt slipped his phone back into his pants pocket and opened the door, only to be met with Mabel shoving Dipper towards the doorway. He shut the door behind him and raised an eyebrow at the two of them. Mabel simply shrugged before pointing up and hauling ass.

Oh no.

“Why am I not surprised?” Dipper rolled his eyes. “Of course she planned this.”

A mistletoe hung above them, easy to miss if you weren’t looking out for it. Wirt was feeling all sorts of panic now. She must know of Wirt’s crush on Dipper, or maybe it was the other way around? No, it can’t be the other way around because whoever had a crush on him had to be out of their mind.

“Well, this is awkward. I wasn’t planning on telling you that uh, that I liked you. At all really. But guess Mabel had other plans,” Dipper mumbled.

Wirt’s face burned. Dipper had a crush on him? What? Was he dreaming? He definitely was dreaming. This can’t be happening.

“I like you too.”

Why did I say that? Wirt screamed internally. No no no no no. Abort mission.

Dipper perked up. “You do?”

“Y-yeah. I hope that’s okay?”

“Course, man. God, this is going to sound so lame but I’ve had a crush on you ever since Mabel dragged me into your flower shop like a year ago.”

“Just kiss already, you dorks!” Mabel yelled at them from somewhere inside the apartment.

“Are you okay with…?” Dipper started to ask, his voice trailing off.

Wirt bit his lip but nodded. “Mmhm. Best to y-you know, before Mabel comes in here and shoves our heads together.”

He laughed, stepping closer. Wirt felt his heart thudding in his chest as Dipper grew closer, his cheeks turning redder when Dipper tucked his fingers under Wirt’s chin to tilt his head up. He let his eyes flutter shut, his breath catching in the back of his throat as Dipper’s lips softly brushed over his own. It was a small kiss but had the promise of more in the future to come.

“Took you dorks long enough. You’d still be pining over each other if it wasn’t for me.” Mabel appeared a few feet away from them, smirking triumphantly.

Dipper jumped away from Wirt, both of them equally embarrassed. “Mabel! Personal space!”

“You’re in the hallway. Not really personal space, is it?”

“Oh my god. You’re impossible. Go away.”

Mabel cackled and walked away.

Dipper dropped his head onto Wirt’s shoulder. “She’s going to drive me insane one of these days.”

“Thought she already was.”

“Haha, very funny. We should probably go join her in the living room before she comes back. But first…” Dipper kissed Wirt again with more confidence. Wirt let out a squeak of surprise, causing Dipper to laugh against his lips. “I think I could get used to hearing more of whatever that noise was.”

“Oh my gosh. No. It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s cute.”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

[bluebird167]

The Sinners and Their Saints Chapter 8: Anger and Fear Part 2

"Oh God my head hurts like a bitch!" Manny groaned waking up the next morning. His jacket had been removed and he had an ice pack on him.

"Where is everyone?"

"Still asleep."

"What happened last night? Did we get the demon?"

"Yeah but you...You lost your temper and you went full devil on us." Steven said.

"I did? I don't remember. The last thing I remember was running from the demon and Frida....Oh God! Frida! Is she alright?! Did she-"

"Other than a nasty bump on her head she's okay."

"Oh thank God." He sighed in relief.  "Steven be honest how much damage did I do?"

"You almost set the entire forest on fire but you calmed down before it could get really bad."

"Good, did I hurt anyone?"

"No except the demon which you basically tore to shreds before we finished him off. I must say it's been a long time since I've seen you that angry."

"I know and I forgot how exhausted I get when that happens. Did you protect the girls?"

"I protected Connie but Frida was knocked out the whole time. She woke up and I think she's okay but I wouldn't be surprised if that little stunt you pulled spooked her."

"Whatever. Hand me my jacket, I'm gonna go get something to eat."

He put his jacket on and went outside. He was craving bacon this morning so he hunted down and killed a wild pig. He started a fire and began cooking the meat. Frida woke up later and went to sit next to him. She had a bandage wrapped around her head from when she hit it on a stone from last night.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine but what about you? Last night you...What happened to you? You...You weren't even you anymore."

"Frida....Sometimes when I get real angry I turn into a full fledged devil."

"So this has happened before huh?"

"Yes it has."

"Do I even wanna know what you did during those first few times?"

"No. You don't."

"So what made you so mad?"

"I don't...I don't remember."

"You're a bad liar you know but if you don't want to tell me that's okay."

"I smell bacon!" Dipper said. "Bring on the meat!"

Pretty soon they were all awake and eating.

"Well look who survived the night." Solomon said arriving. "Did you kill it?"

"Yes but Manny almost burned down the entire forest!" Steven shouted.

"Well thats his fault for losing his temper." He said. "Anyway I have a new assignment for you all. A vampire has recently gotten loose in town, I need you all to find it and stake it." 

"Another one? Your last one almost got us killed."

"And you're surprised by that? You kids need to understand something you're hunting devils and vampires! There will always be the risk of you getting killed! If you're really going to work for these types of organizations then you need to understand that! This isn't about doing a job where you're safe! This is about protecting man kind from un holy monsters like these no matter what! Even if it costs you your life! Now if none of you are willing to take that risk then leave right now!"

"I...I guess I could." Steven said.

"You can't guess! You have to know! Now tell me are you willing to take this job even if it means you may die?!"

"Can I...Think this over?"

"Something tells me you five need some serious evaluation. I'm gonna take you all home and see if you can think this over."

Later that day....

"I did not sign up for this!" Manny complained to Frida. "I may have to protect you but I will not spend everyday of my life doing things that might get me killed!"

"Oh come on you three have a way smaller risk of getting killed than we do." Frida said.

"But we're half human." Dipper said. "Meaning we don't stand much of a chance against full fledged devils and vampires."

"Well this is just sad." Frida said. "Two human women have more guts than three supernatural men."

"Alright we admit it we're afraid to die!" Steven confessed.

"Steven everyone is afraid to die." Connie said. "We understand."

"No you don't!" Manny said. "Your fear is way different from ours. You're both human, when you die you go to an eternal paradise do you know what happens when we die? Two words, eternal damnation! He's a vampire! He's a werewolf! And I'm a devil! Half of our blood didn't come from God! It came from Satan! So yes we're afraid to die because once we're dead it's over for us!"

Frida and Connie were speechless. Neither one of them could have imagined what that felt like. To constantly fear hell knowing that's exactly where you're going after you die and you can't change it.

"Are you sure that's what will happen when you die?" Connie asked.

"We've been told that ever since we found out we weren't entirely human." Steven said. "Every priest, minister, and exorcist we ever knew told us that hell is the only thing waiting for us after death and that there's no redemption for us."

"That can't be true."

"We've tried to find ways to avoid that fate." Steven said. "But there's nothing we can do. Dipper might have a chance since he was cursed like this but Manny and I were born from two people who were the embodiments of evil."

"But Manny's father didn't go to hell." Frida said. "Father Gardner told me that he had been saved."

"Only because my mother gave him half of her soul." Manny said. "Would you give me half of yours?"

"Yes."

"What?!" The three gasped.

"Um...Did you hear me right?"

"Yes."

"Frida you do realize that if you gave me half of your soul then that means when I die so will you."

"I know but I'm not afraid to die."

"Neither am I." Connie said.

"Why should we be? You said so yourself, when we die we go to heaven so we have nothing to be afraid of."

"So if you want us to give you half of our souls to save you from hell then we don't mind."

"You can't be serious." Steven said. 

"But we are." Frida said.

"Just tell us what we have to do and we'll do it." Connie said.

"That is not needed." A familiar voice said.

"Father Gardner?" Frida asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Solomon told me that you three were having second thoughts about your lives so I've come to shed some light on the situation." He said. "Your fear is for nothing. Dipper was cursed at birth so he has not lost his human soul and Manny and Steven already carry half of a human soul which you inherited from your human parents. "

"So we're not going to hell?" Steven said.

"You all have the same chance of going to heaven after death as any other human on earth."

"I don't believe it!" Manny said. "No devil can ever be spared from hell!"

"So you're saying I'm a liar? Why would I lie?"

"So we will continue working in your crazy organization! You honestly expect me to believe God would let a devil into heaven?!"

"And what about my mother?" Steven asked. "She was a vampire so was she damned when she died?"

Gardner sighed. Part of him always knew it would come to this but he really didn't want them to see this so soon. 

"I think it's time that you two see what your parents went through." He stuck his hand inside his jacket pocket and pulled out two letters sealed in black envelopes. One was addressed to Steven and the other was addressed to Manny. "These letters contain the memories of both of your parents, they wrote these in case you had questions about what took place before you were born. If you doubt what I say is true then perhaps you'll believe what your parents saw but I suggest you wait til your alone before you open those letters."

He turned away from them and walked away. He was becoming see through, he wasn't really there, he was some sort of projection. 

"Where are you going?" Frida asked.

"I can't stay long, I only came to deliver these letters."

"Why do you have to go?"

"Frida the world is full of wars and right now I'm fighting one which you can't be a part of now. Take care of her while I'm gone Manny."

 The projection faded away. Manny and Steven looked down at the envelopes they had been given. They flipped them over and read who had sent the letters. One read: From Rodolfo and Maria. The other read: From Greg and Rose. 

"Are you going to read it?" Connie asked.

"I guess." Manny said.

"Who's first?" Steven asked.

"I guess me." 

Manny opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside but it was completely blank.

"Hey what is this? There's nothing here."

"Maybe it was written with invisible ink." Dipper suggested.

"What kind of idiot would write a letter with invisible ink? How could you even write anything with invisible ink?"

He touched the blank piece of paper and suddenly it glowed, he fell backwards on to the floor  into unconsciousness. 

"Manny!" Frida gasped rushing over to him.

"Oh my God are you okay man?!" Steven asked helping him up.

But he didn't respond. 

"I'll get the first aid kit!" Connie said.

"I'll call a doctor! Steven get Solomon!" Dipper shouted. 

"Okay!"

They placed him on a couch and went to get help while Frida tried to wake him up. But right now his mind was somewhere else. At this moment it was being filled with images, memories of both his mother and his father. He was going to see how they met and what events led to him being born into this world. 

[stanowarb2]

EMPTY NEST

A fic for @subwaystanwich celebrating Stancest Secret Santa 2017; art by @toastybumblebee​, text by redbeardbluesky.

Rating: T (language, sexual references); 2190 words.

At summer’s end, the bus rolls away from the station and Stan worries that his knees might go out from under him.  He watches the bus move farther away, growing blurry in his vision as hot tears roll down his cheeks.

Amid sniffles he rubs his eyes and nose with one hand as the other carefully traces the seams on the sewn-on letters that adorn the sweater: Goodbye Stan.

In a flash of panic he recalls the years before the twins arrived, and the steady, grueling waves of depression that marked his days and nights.  That weight had dissipated during the past few months, but now, with the kids gone, he feels laid bare and alone, just like before, just like he’d been for four decades.

But then Ford drapes his arm across his shoulders and, with a look, wordlessly tells Stan all he needs to know: from here on out, they’ll never be apart, they’ll always look after each other, and maybe — maybe as soon as tonight — they’ll let their hearts and hands and bodies take them back to the love they’d once known.

“Well, Sixer?  Ready for the rest of our lives together?”

Ford smiles awkwardly, “Let’s get back to the Shack.  I started a few experiments downstairs I need to check.  It’ll be good to have the place to ourselves.”

Hearing him say those words makes Stan’s heart leap.  The urge to throw himself into Ford’s arms is almost too much to resist, but he manages somehow.  A vision comes to him about the next few hours, and as they get in the car he floats the plan.

“How about I make us something really nice for dinner?  You know how the kids only eat four or five different things — what do you think of me making you something fancy.  I’ve gotten to be a pretty good cook while you’ve been away.”

“Watch the road, Stanley.  There’ll be no dinner if we get in an accident.”

Stan obeys without hesitation but he keeps talking, planning the menu for the evening, explaining to Ford which ingredients are best to buy at the grocery store and which are best to buy at the farm stands along the highway.  When he asks Ford about dessert, he lets his mind run free a bit, testing the waters to ensure he hasn’t misread anything about the possibility of spending the night — their first night alone together — in each other’s arms.

“So, I’m not much of a pastry chef, but Lazy Susan’s apple pies are almost as good as Ma’s.  You loved those, right?  We can stop and get one on our way to the market.”

“Actually, Stanley … I —“

“And remember how we’d eat dessert in front of the television?  We can do that too, after dinner.  I know I don’t have a couch in the TV room, but hey, we could roll it into my bedroom and we could eat our pie and ice cream there, huh?  That would be fun, right?”

Ford clears his throat and checks the time.  “Sure, Stanley.  Great.  But are you willing to do the shopping on your own?  I need to check these experiments.”

“Oh!  Oh right!  Ha ha ha.  See what a scatterbrain I am, Sixer?  Some things never change I suppose.  Sure, I’ll drop you off.  Not a problem.”

It all feels fine as long as Ford rides shotgun in the El Diablo, but once he exits the car and trots up the steps to the house Stan feels the twinges of sadness creeping back.

As he goes from stall to store, collecting his groceries, Stan darkest thoughts begin getting the worst of him.

Sixer talks a good talk about a Stan-O-War 2, but he’s more interested in his books and science than he is in his dumb lunk of a brother.  Now that the kids are gone he’ll get more and more into his experiments and forget all about adventures on the high seas.  The damned brainiac will probably forget he has a brother at all.  And the kids … they’re growing up.  They’re right at that age when everything changes.  They’ll forget about me too.  It’s going to be just like before this summer started.  I’m going to be ALL ALONE!

“Mister Pines?  Did you hear me?  That’ll be fifteen dollars, even.”

Stan fumbles for his wallet and fishes out a ten and a five.  As he hands it over, the cashier edges forward to make eye contact.  “You okay, Mister Pines?  You usually haggle down the price.”

“What?”  To be honest, Stan forgot where he was for a moment.  “What are you talking about?”

“You always try haggling down the price, so I, well, I had increased the total by a couple bucks.  It’s really only thirteen.”

As the cashier tries handing him two dollars in change Stan waves him off and hefts the groceries back to the car.  Driving back to the Shack he tries his old relaxation techniques: counting his breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth.  He imagines sunlight pouring down in a stream into the top of his head and down through his body, down to his toes and starting to fill him up.  But really, his toes seem to be at war with him, pushing harder on the accelerator when in his heart he begins imagining a detour, a last minute trip to Portland, maybe a stop-off at that bar he likes where every so often a young stud will buy him a drink.

“No,” he says out loud to himself.  “I’m letting my depression take over.  I’m going to get home, and Ford will be on the porch waiting.  Or he’ll be in the kitchen mixing something for us to drink.  Or maybe he’ll already be stretched out on the bed.”  And with that, an aching throb begins in his lap.   His mind drifts quickly to imagining what Ford’s body will look like after all this time.  Stan thinks of how much better at sex he himself has become is in the forty years since their teenage fumbling after dark and behind school bleachers.  And Ford’s certainly learned some crazy things in his time away.  Tonight, he thinks, will be some of the wildest lovemaking the world has ever seen!  “To boldly go!” he shouts, as he hops from the car and brings the groceries to the Shack, “Where no man has gone before!”

The Shack is silent.  Everything is as they left it – no drinks or snacks or any indication of a night together.  Stan glances into the bedroom, hoping he’s wrong, but he’s not.  No one.

The place sure is quiet without the twins around.

“Fuck it,” he says.  “I’m gonna make this happen.”

What ensues is a whirlwind of domestic wizardry.  Stan preps dinner and puts it in the oven, arranges flowers, liberates the best table linens from a high cupboard for a thorough steam-ironing, and within two hours the place looks ready for a camera crew to show up and put him on the Home and Garden channel.

With a bit of trepidation he taps in the code on the vending machine, lets the candy machine swing open, and calls down the steps.  “Sixer?  Ready for dinner in an hour or so?”

“Uhh, yes Stanley.  I mean, I think I should be finished by then.  You don’t need help do you?”

How am I supposed to answer that, Stan wonders.  “No,” he lies.  “Everything’s under control.”

But as he looks around, he realizes that YES, he does have it all under control.  “I can do this,” he says.  “It all starts tonight.”

He starts peeling off his clothes, heading to the bathroom for a shower and shave and a general sprucing up.  Ford loved that aftershave Stan used when they were teenagers, and the stuff he’d found at the drugstore seemed pretty close in smell.  Stan undresses to his t-shirt and boxers when he realizes he should probably do a quick spin through the kids’ bedroom before starting his ablutions.  He grabs a clothes hamper and heads up the stairs two at a time, feeling better than he has in years, but he takes a deep breath when he sees the room.

So empty.

He shakes off the sadness and gets to work.  He pulls the cases off the pillows, folds the blankets, pulls off the sheets, and that’s when he sees it.  Dipper’s missing sock, lost for two weeks, the subject of an all-family “Sock Hunt,” falls to the floor as Stan yanks the flat sheet from the bed.

“Oh kids…” he whispers, and the room closes in around him.

Somehow he gets the linens downstairs and into the washing machine, but later when he thinks about it he won’t remember how.

From his bedroom, Stan checks his watch against the bus schedule. He wants to phone the very second the twins’ bus is due to arrive home in Piedmont, California, but that would be rude, right?  They’ll be happy to see their parents, they’ll be telling stories.  So he waits twenty minutes and finally can’t take it anymore and he calls.

“The bus was early?  Can I talk… oh, they’re already asleep?  Oh, they were exhausted when they arrived and collapsed the second they got to their bedrooms to unpack.”  Stan repeats everything he’s hearing, as if to let Ford know what’s being said on the phone, but Ford’s not there.  No one is there.  He’s alone.

“No, don’t wake them up.  I’ll call back in the morning.  Sure, yeah, they were fine.  No trouble at all.  Just … just tell them when they wake up that I, er, that we love them.”

Stan sits on his bed holding Dipper’s sock in his hands just like he used to hold Ford’s glasses.

And he loses it.

The kids are heading into puberty, he thinks, and they’re gonna get all moody and they’ll be embarrassed to think they ever loved a hairy old grump like Stan.

They’ll never come back, and if they do it’ll be a quick visit where they’re rolling their eyes at everything, the same way Wendy and her friends do.

And sure, Ford says they’ll hit the high seas together someday but will it ever happen?  And even if it does, what happens in the meantime?  Is he going to be downstairs 24/7 except to eat?

“Would I have been better off if I’d never fixed the portal, if the kids had never come to visit?”

The hot tears start rolling down his cheeks again.  "I’m too old to feel this way,“ he says to no one.

He takes the framed photo of Mabel and Dipper off the bureau and he hugs it to his chest.  He curls up on the bed and sobs.

Later, Ford hears the oven timer and he ascends the steps from the basement to the kitchen.  Dinner looks and smells amazing!  It’s some sort of casserole, but Stan’s nowhere to be found.

It looks like Stan has set the table for two.  He’s gone all out, with a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of red wine open and ready to pour, candles waiting to be lit, and linen napkins.  But where has Stan gone?  Out to the store for something he forgot?

When Ford shuts off the timer, shuts off the oven, and takes out the casserole, he hears crying coming from Stan’s bedroom.

Ford stands in the door.  He sees the photo clutched in Stan’s arms, and Dipper’s sock askew at the end of the bed.  He wants to speak, but doesn’t know what to say.  He wants to comfort Stan but he doesn’t know where to start.

He goes to the opposite side of the bed and sits down.  Stan’s weeping pauses, an acknowledgment of being joined on the bed, but he resumes, more softly now.

Ford has seen a lot in thirty years away, but he’s never felt so at a loss for the right thing to do.  He’d learned to trust his instincts, but his instincts offer him nothing in this situation.  He reaches out to touch his brother but he hesitates, his fingers not making contact with Stan’s shoulder, but close enough to feel the heat of his body.

He touches his shoulder.  "Don’t cry, Stanley.  I’m right here.”

Stan curls forward, away from his touch.  Through his tears he says, “No you aren’t, Ford.  Not for long.  You’re going to leave me just like everyone leaves me.  For Christ’s sake, if this is how I’m going to feel for the rest of my life I wish this summer had never happened.  I wish you’d find that gun and shoot me again, for good this time.”

Ford leans down to kiss him on the cheek.  He breathes in deeply through his nose, loving the smell of Stanley, thrilling at the thought that he’ll fall asleep to it every night, wake up to it every day, for the rest of his life.

“Stanley,” he whispers, “I need you to come downstairs.  I’ve been working on something for you – for both of us – and I need you to see it…”

[aquaburst3]

Welp. I think I calmed down enough to say my thoughts on the season.

I enjoyed it a lot. First, I want to do bullet points of what I like and didn’t like...

Likes

Galra Keith

Keith’s mom being the badass Galra rebel and a human father

Blade of Marmora

Pidge geeking out over video games

Hunk being an awesome cook and having a huge line of people enjoying his food

That mall cop in episode 7

Haggar’s reveal (didn’t see that one coming, but still cool)

Prince Lotor being named dropped, making him be a huge player in season 3. Can’t wait to see him in the next one, especially with the show runners being fans of him xP

More clues about what happened to Matt and his whereabouts

More focus on Keith’s past

Diving deeper into Keith and Shiro’s bond

Pidge and Lance spending time together in the mall episode

Keith having a team up episode with Hunk

That tutorial video Coran made back in the day (Am I the only one who thought of Steven Universe when I saw that?)

Lance doubting himself, hinting at more development in season 3

More good Galra

That final fight, yo

Hunk’s   “I think you becoming Galra made you a better Keith” line

Return of Shay and the other Balmara

Shiro finally getting a bayard

"He’s like a second dad to me" So Coran and Alfor were gay lovers?  Nice (I kid, but I can dream)

More character development for Keith, Shiro, Pidge, Allura and Coran

How Shiro escaped the Galra

Lance Naruto running and dolphin jumping in the same scene

The mermaids

Lance praising all of his other teammates, being willing to do anything for them

Dislikes

Hunk and Lance not having as much focus and character development in this season. (fingers crossed for more in season 3)

No Lance and Keith team up episode

Where the hell is a reaction scene to Galra Keith thing to his teammates? Really, nothing?

What the hell happened to the cow?

With that out of the way, now my more detailed thoughts.  Over all, I enjoyed this season a lot, and the positives out way the negatives for me.

The season a bit rushed and more story heavy, instead of balancing characters and story more. Certain moments that should’ve developed a whole lot more got glossed over (hi everyone’s reaction to Galra Keith). I feel like certain characters could’ve got more moments to shine and development like Lance. It should’ve been a couple episodes longer, so they flesh out some of these elements more, since the writers tried to cram in a lot of world building and plot into 13 episodes.  

I think the aftermath of the Galra Keith reveal could have been handled better.  I even went back and rewatched the last bit and the first bit of episode 9 a few times because I thought I missed something or I missed a social cue (I have ASD) or something. While I know most of the fandom saw Galra Keith coming from a mile away for several months now, but come on! This is still a huge reveal and a huge news dropped on his teammates…we never see any of their first reactions to it?! It just seems odd and disappointing.

Pidge’s brother and father were kidnapped by them and Shiro was captured and tortured by them for a year, yet we see no reaction from them.

With the Ford Pines reveal in Gravity Falls, which this reminds me a lot of, was handled a lot better. The Author of the Journals theory, from what I heard, was a huge fanon theory that got the canon seal during Not What He Seems (I was only getting into the fandom when it first aired).  They left us on a cliff hanger for months on end – sure (which I am still salty about). But even with that said, there was a whole episode afterwards where Ford and Stan sit the Pines twins down and talk about what just happened. Dipper is angry about Stan hiding things at first, but then calms down right away, knowing that Stan wasn’t kidding about the, “Everything I worked for and everything I care about – it’s all for this family!” line. He even fanboys over Ford a lot, bonding with him afterwards. Mabel calms down about it too, but then seeds of doubt grow in her heart about her and Dipper growing a part (it’s a long story).

I think Voltron needed an episode like that where Keith and Shiro fill everyone in on what happened with everyone’s reaction. Then Shiro accepts him, calming him down; Lance is fine with it; Hunk is hesitant at first, but grows to accept him; Pidge is angered by the whole thing and a bit distant of him for a bit, but then grows to accept him; Allura is salty af about it, even afterwards. But nope, we get nothing....great...

Like I said before, I wish Hunk and Lance got more focus in this season, especially Lance.

However, I have a hunch that might change in season 3 and Lance will get more development  since the show really hints at Lance having self doubt issues about him being a disposable member of the team. If Shiro is out for the count for the next one, that would mean Keith will pilot Black and Allura would fill in for Blue, making Lance fly Red like in Go Lion. That could make those feelings of self doubt and anger bubble up even more since for him it would come off that anyone could have filled in that chair after all and is not as special. While I know the season made it out that Lance is purged of his doubts, I find that highly unlikely. Trust me. To be a hundred percent honest, one area I can relate to Lance -- among many others -- is the fact  I have self doubt issues. Sure, I panic and do not think straight when I do, unlike Lance, who is a lot more cool headed in those situations, but it is something I struggle with. Not to get super personal, after a certain event in my life, for a long time afterwards I thought I was genuinely stupid and it was pointless to continue writing and drawing since I thought could never compare to my peers. Don’t worry; I am a lot better now than back then, pushing towards my goals more then before.  Not gonna lie, there are moments when I am confident, but those feelings of doubt do came back at times. I think it is the same thing for Lance. Sure, he might have calmed himself down then, but that might not last long and hit him hard in the future.    If my theory about Lotor being Lance’s dark mirror is true, he will have even more moments in the  sun and someone to test him and contrast his personality. I hope to the gods and goddesses so... But hey, I’m optimistic about this since the show staff are talented writers.

With that said, like I said before there are many cool moments in this season and the positives out weigh the negatives outside of what I just stated. My favourite episodes have to be 2, 7 and 8.

Galra Keith is canon now! I  find it cool that it’s implied that his father was the human and his mother was a Galra rebel. Guess those Galra Keith one shots about his mom being a Galra rebel on AO3 were right (um, forget who the author of those were, so if you know, please let me know).

My theory about Keith’s backstory harkening back to Guardians of the Galaxy was also right with it hinting that Keith’s father fell in love with an alien and then got attacked by Zarkon’s forces, killing him. It makes me wonder where his mom is. (Maybe in season 3? ;))

That last fight with Zarkon was intense as hell, but a blast to watch. I still wonder, what the hell happened to Zarkon and Shiro? Personally, I don't think Shiro died and is out of commission...but even that I am wary about. Especially with the show having no problem killing off secondary characters on both sides...

Lotor never showed up in this…I think (I still have hopes he could be that masked dude that Hunk and Keith come across), but he got name dropped and is revealed to be a huge player in season 3 by the show runners. So, is Lotor the villain for the next season? Is Lotor that masked dude that helps out Hunk and Keith in that one episode? (Seriously, who was that?) But hey, at least he’s canon now and will be a main player in season 3. I am super excited about that.  If he’s a villain, I still hope that he is a complex villain like Azula or Yami Bakura and not a piece of cardboard like in Go Lion/the Go Lion dub. And how come I got the feeling the fandom is gonna freak out when Lotor shows up because he is a fan favourite in Go Lion?

Over all, the season is very good, but has a few major flaws. I do have a few gripes with it. To be fair, I think all pieces of media has flaws.

[blueberryjamswritings]

A sparkly invitation comes in the mail delivered by Pacifica herself when the twins are 17 while they're at the mystery shack during the summer. the whole pines family along with Soos and his wife (she has a bun in the oven) are invited to a 4th of July party by Mcgucket! How fun! mabel shouts yes they'll come and she and Pacifica share a hug. Paz says she looks forward to Mabel being there and takes her leave Mabel is super excited because its Pacifica and shes got this crush on her and this party could be the perfect opportunity to confess, it'll be super romantic! with the fireworks overhead illuminating Pacificas pretty face and they'll share a perfect- Okay Mabel, we get it Dipper says. Mabel pouts at being interrupted then she just kinda excitedly talks about Pacifica for a bit, cause she's an amazing and deserves to be talked about no matter how grumpy Dipper gets. Like, last summer Mabel and Pacifica had that day they spent at the lake where they swam and talked and had so much fun. dipper mentions that he was there too, but Mabel doesn't notice he said anything because Pacifica and then there's the time they had that sleepover at Pacifica's place which was super fun cause Pacifica has everything that a teenage girl could ever want. a movie theater, a bowling alley, a huge backyard to camp out in, Pacifica, and have I told you that she has her own horse ranch? only 13 times... because she has her own horse ranch!! how amazing is that? 14. 14 times now. mabel is practically convinced that Paz likes her back. I mean, think back to all the things that have happened so far during the summer break! lots of cute things that's what and Paz likes hanging out a lot with Mabel, there's been so many sleepovers and most of the time only Mabel's ever invited! they do so many fun things and they laugh together and one time they were touching hands during one of those sleepovers while watching a movie and she didn't move her hand away and was smiling! proof!! mabel is confident and never falters in her ways. dippers a bit more apprehensive, I mean, somebody's gotta be nervous about the situation at hand. but Mabel doesn't pay him much mind. shes totally got this. she makes fun of dippers nerves and implies that he's just jealous cause Paz likes her and not him. he flatly tells her that that's not the case. She spends the entire time between the invitation and the actual party, around two days or so, picking the perfect outfit. something that says romance and love is in the air. but not the sweater that literally says those things. there's gotta be subtlety,  Mabel is a romance expert after all. mabel ends up making a new sweater for the occasion. some pretty hearts in a multitude array of pinks and reds on a purple base. a pale lavender skirt excellently compliments the sweater while the headband with similar colors of the outfit adorns her head with a pretty flower stitched into it. add some hoop earrings and some nice purply makeup with glitter of course and now Mabel has the perfect outfit! yay!! mabel cant sit still and if she tries shes back up on her feet in less than a second on the day of the party. mainly its Mabel excitedly rambling about everything that she wants to do and everything she hopes Pacifica will have at the party. dipper is amused stating that there probably wont be a petting zoo. mabel wants a bounce house, hopes that Grunkle Stan will be providing illegal fireworks, a concert, a full-blown festival, complete with funnel cake and deep-fried cookie dough and so many different goodies. mabel keeps building up her fantasy until dipper finally has to cut in saying that she shouldn't hype up Pacifica's party so much otherwise it'll just be a disappointment when they get to the real thing. mabel assures dipper that no matter what happens Mabel will love whatever Pacifica cooks up. Cause its Pacifica and she's amazing. Dipper is still worried about the confessing thing and is worried that Mabel's heart will be broken. but more than anything he's getting annoyed at how restless Mabel is. there's still a few more hours until the party, calm down! ugh, if only time would move faster! what would Mabel give to jump cut right to where she wants to be? so they're at the party now arriving with the whole family. Thanks driver Soos. The cars have been parked and Mabel practically ran up to the house. Did I say practically? i meant actually. mabel flings open the doors and the party is looking pretty fantastic. everybody is having fun and the atmosphere is somewhat extravagant. a weird clash of formal with a hootenanny. butlers are serving while loud pop music plays. people attire is inconsistent, ranging from casual to ballroom. everybody's having a good time, and as much as Mabel loves that its kind of difficult to care cause the only thing on her mind is finding Paz. Mcgucket walks up and greets her welcoming her to the party. mabel says a quick hello but is distracted looking for Paz. she doesn't spot her so she wanders around looking for her offering an absentminded farewell to Mcgucket. Mcgucket looks slightly confused but shrugs his shoulders and turns back to greet the rest of the pines. mabel hears her name be called out and as it turns out its candy and Grenda. they're having a great time too enjoying the nonsense of it all. dipper catches up with Mabel and he and Mabel's friends greet each other. mabel asks if they've seen Pacifica yet. mabel hears a 'Mabel, I'm so glad you came!' Mabel turns around and gasps. there is Paz looking drop-dead gorgeous (at least in Mabel's eyes) they are both in awe of each other. pacifica thinking Mabel plays everything so cool and casual. shes so real. paz tried looking beautiful cause tonights the night shes gonna woo Mabel and get her to be her girlfriend, but now she knows that she should have just kept things simple. is it too late to change clothes? mabel looks at Paz and sees a stunning and beautiful woman. shes so confident and rocks that look. she looks so mature and pretty that Mabel feels her heart skip a beat. there's no way that Mabel's usual sweater skirt combo could ever impress like Paz does. this cant be impressive to her. (also Pacifica has a fancy cigarette thingy so there's that) is it too late to change? dipper looks between the two girls with a somewhat blank look and lets out a sigh of relief, completely unnoticed by either of them as they're to busy staring at each other. dipper was worried for nothing and everything will turn out just fine. 'i'll just be heading to get some snacks' dipper makes lots of motions trying to get the point across to his sister, but she's in her own world and doesn't notice. dipper gives up trying to get his sisters attention and just leaves. Mabel friends catch on to whats happening as well and join dipper telling Mabel good luck and give her general votes of confidence. paz is the first to break the silence. shes got a lot of fun things planned for Mabel and they cant just spend the entire night looking into each other's eyes, although that wouldn't be such a bad thing. but Paz is gonna woo Mabel so shes got the perfect date set up. pacifica lists the things that she got planned for the night and asks Mabel what she wants to do first. (bouncy castle, petting zoo, movies, eat, smaller fireworks and sparklers, and a cannon). no way, how did Paz know that it was Mabel's dream to be shot out of a cannon. paz laughs and said that she had a hunch. the fireworks don't start until 8 and its 5(?) now so there's plenty of time to do some fun stuff. mabel states that the best should be saved for last. dreams can only come true once. Mabel states that the bouncy house is a first must so they head over to the bouncy castle and the moment it comes into Mabel's sight she squeals, grabs Paz's hand and runs over to it. paz is laughing as the climb inside and they bounce around and have a fun time. c: luckily enough Paz's dress allows for easy leg movement so there's not much of any trouble. the bounce a little bit too close to each other and end up crashing into one another and they land with Mabel on top of Paz. they're silent for a moment looking into each other's eyes blushing and then Mabel bursts into laughter. she gets up and lends Paz a hand letting her up as well. its so easy being around Mabel, awkward moments just dissolve. paz starts laughing too. mabel now wants to see the animals while there's still a semblance of sunlight. there's horses, goats, pigs, chickens, rabbits, basically just a bunch of farm animals. mabel coos over the ducklings and a few of them imprint on her. mabel believes that the pigs here could have made good friends with waddles and is sad they probably wont meet. pacifica says that she can do her best to keep the animals around til tomorrow and Mabel hugs Paz cause would you really do that for me? paz blushes and glances away. mabel  is too bright to look at and she says of course she'd do that for her. mabel hugs tighter and jumps up and down shouting about how thankful she is. and then she lets Paz go and goes back to play with the animals. paz sighs affectionately. Mabel's the cutest and everything she prepared today was totally worth it to see Mabel this happy and excited. as Mabel plays around with the chickens some more she glances over at Paz and sees her smiling at her. she waves a little and as Mabel waves back she realizes that Paz is doing so many nice things for her and Mabel's hardly done anything for her! she then heads back to Paz doing her best to shush off the ducklings. she asks Paz what she wants to do now and she says that she wants to do whatever Mabel wants to do. mabel harrumphs and says that she wants to do what Paz wants to do. pacifica hides a smile behind her hand because Mabel is just too cute with her cheeks puffed up and a pout on her face. paz then gives in and mentions that she saw tacos back at the food tables and she could really go for a taco right now. Mabel's face lights up and she says 'well, what are we waiting for?' she grabs Paz by the arm and half drags Paz back into the mansion. mabel then remembers that she's supposed to be setting a romantic mood so she slows down and lessens her grip on Paz's arm. her hand slides down and not so subtly holds Paz's hand. both of the girls are smiling as they walk into the house. mabel shyly glances at Paz to see what her reaction is and Paz is smiling too cutely, and Paz notices Mabel and her smile grows even wider. Mabel's heart skips a beat again and her face blushes. who gave Paz the right to be this pretty and cute and beautiful? cause Mabel really needs to thank them. they reach the food tables and they grab a couple of tacos. mabel is disappointed to let go of Paz's hand. as they munch on their food Mabel feels that she cant just not put the moves onto Pacifica, I mean, what else is she here for? (besides the fun party and friends and food and fireworks and plenty of other f-words of course) Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea. nailed it. pacifica chokes on her taco in shock. she wasn't expecting Mabel to say something that suspiciously sounded like a pick up line. mabel worriedly pats Pacifica's back helping her swallow the food. woah, easy, you're not allowed to head back to heaven yet. paz snorts and then quickly tries to cover it up by laughing more dignifiedly, but its too late, Mabel heard the snort and loves it. Mabel determined to hear it again. mabel sticks her hand onto Paz's forehead and hums. oh jeez, you're looking a little pale. I think you're suffering a lack of vitamin me! paz just blushes and hides her smile behind her hand because is this really happening? is Mabel seriously flirting with her? mabel gets a contemplative look on her face. hey, have you always been this cute or did you have to work at it? pacifica finally breaks down again and starts laughing and snorting again. ah, and Pacifica tried so hard to never snort in front of Mabel, but of course Mabel got it out of her. mabel is nothing short of pleased with herself. paz laughs mostly because she cant believe that Mabel likes her! enough to use cheesy pick up lines at least. this makes everything so much simpler, its such a relief that Mabel likes her, there's no need to worry. paz ends up laughing so much that her stomach hurts. it's getting dark now and Mabel thinks that it'd be fun to set off some fireworks now. pacifica finally settles down and they head on over to an unassuming closet and Paz opens it up to reveal boxes upon boxes of fireworks. pick whatever you want, there's plenty to choose from. mabel gets sparklers and as many different fireworks that she can carry. the head outside sharing the load and excitedly chatter to each other about how much fun they're going to have lighting the fireworks. mostly Mabel being excited but it rubs off on Paz and she can't help but get excited too. so they're outside and Paz lights up another cigarette as the one from before has long since run out. mabel sets up a firework and Paz goes over and uses her cigarette to light it up. Mabel's eyes light up and she wants to do that too. she mentions that to Paz and Paz heads over to the pile of fireworks cause she knows that she saw something in there before and aha! there it is, a sparkler cigar. she sticks into Mabel's mouth and before Mabel can ask for a light Paz with the fancy cigarette thing still in her mouth uses it to light up Mabel's cigar looking directly into Mabel's eyes. she pulls away once its lit and sparkles spill from it. Mabel's face has turned a lovely shade of red from the close proximity between them and the intimacy of the moment. the cigar almost falls from her mouth but she snaps out of it before it does. any small doubts about wondering if Paz actually likes her are diminished and shes more determined than ever to make Paz her girlfriend by the end of the night. but not right now, Mabel's heart is beating too fast and she'd surely stumble over her words right now. the moment needs to be perfect so she says ha cha cha cha, dancing as she backs up. the first firework has already finished its thing so she sets up another one and lights it up with her cigar. they have a great time setting off firework after firework. both far too soon and not soon enough, its gonna turn 8 soon so Paz grabs Mabel's attention and mentions this fact. Mabel's both excited and disappointed but eagerly follows Paz as shes got a special spot just for the 2 of them. the head up a floor and head on out onto the terrace. there's a comfy loveseat set up looking over the forest. mabel and Paz sit down (with Mabel's heart beating faster because she's sitting right next to Paz and this could be the perfect opportunity to confess. paz looks beautiful with the moon lighting up her face and a happy smile on her face) Mabel's about to say something when Paz grabs her hand and holds it leaving Mabel's heart beating even faster and it's absolutely not fair that Paz can render her incapable of functioning just by holding her hand. the fireworks start up and they're beautiful and amazing. mabel glances over at Paz to see her reaction to the fireworks to see Paz looking right back at her for the same reason. they both blush but both keep looking right at each other. the fireworks are ignored for a few moments then they both speak at the same time. 'they're something i-' you first, no you. they both get the feeling they know exactly what the other is going to say. alright, lets say it both at the same time. they both say i like you at the same time. both of their faces light up and they start laughing. their hands hold tighter to each other as they lean into each other laughing. they gather themselves and look at each other grinning like the dorks they are. mabel leans in and Paz picks up on this and leans in herself. the fireworks reflecting off of Paz's face only make her look more pretty. they share a kiss for a few moments and then break it off. they smile at each other with Mabel vibrating for a few moments before she breaks the handholding to bring Paz into a bear hug, shaking her back and forth and shrieking. Mabel so excited, this is the best day of her life! paz keeps on smiling, her plan went off without a hitch. she giggles and bear hugs Mabel back. the keep holding onto each other and continue to watch the fireworks for a minute until Mabel pipes up, hey, you know what I make my sweaters out of? oh my gosh Paz thinks to herself. mabel looks over at Paz with a huge shit eating grin on her face. girlfriend material. pacifica holds back a laugh and hums. she takes a hold of the sleeve of the sweater inspecting it. after looking it over she looks up at Mabel and says that its high quality. mabel smiles wider mentioning that she only uses the best materials. pacifica smiles and goes on to continue the metaphor until she realizes that she doesn't know how to continue it, so she stumbles over her words until she stops talking for a moment before saying that the sweater is really cute and would suit Paz. or would it be that it suits Mabel? paz continues to stumble until Mabel presses a finger against Paz's mouth shushing her. mabel holds Paz's hands again and asks her to be her girlfriend. paz blushes and nods her head saying a simple yes, barely trusting her mouth to not mess it up. Mabel's eyes light up. she knew that Paz would say yes, but actually hearing it is another thing. mabel glomps Pacifica. she has a girlfriend now. a girlfriend that likes her and has kissed her and is hugging her right now!!! this really is the best day of my life, Mabel says in slight awe. paz chuckles and says just as planned. mabel gasps. she knew it. she pouts up at her girlfriend (girlfriend!). pacifica should have got a nice day too. paz hugs Mabel tighter saying that with Mabel by her side smiling like the dork she is making this the best day ever for her too. mabel looks at Paz's face and sees her genuinely smiling and she relaxes at that. but it doesn't stop her from immediately making plans to create the best day ever for Paz too. they sit leaning comfortably into each other watching the fireworks for the rest of the hour.   a grand display of fireworks ends the show and Mabel + Paz rise from the loveseat. the look at each other and lean into each other again for a quick kiss and then head back downstairs to the party holding hands and leaning into each other. they run into dipper first and Mabel excitedly shouts out fo him waving her free hand. dipper looks over with half a hot dog in his mouth. he waves back and they meet up. mabel excitedly holds Paz's hand tighter and says 'you will not guess what happened!' 'you and Pacifica are girlfriends now?' 'no, me and Paz are-' Mabel excited face changes to a pout. 'you weren't supposed to guess that' Paz laughs at her cute girlfriends (girlfriends!) expression. 'congrats' dipper says as he shoves the rest of the hotdog into his mouth. candy and Grenda wander over noticing Paz and Mabel holding hands. Mabel expression becomes excited again. 'guess what?' 'you and Pacifica finally confessed? congratulations!' candy says with a smile on her face. Grenda smiles along and says 'it's about time you two got together'. Mabel's pout returns twofold. how is she supposed to proudly proclaim that shes got a girlfriend if everybody keeps beating her to the punch? Mabel's looks around and spots Soos. she drags Paz behind her and shouts out 'hey Soos! guess what? and don't guess that me and Paz are girlfriends!' 'oh, alright, hmm, you and Pacifica's hands got glued together?' 'no, me and Paz are girlfriends now!' Mabel's has the biggest smile on her face. Paz hides her giggles behind her hand letting her girlfriend have her moment. 'congratulations dudes!' Mabel then spots lazy eyed Susan and runs over showing off her hand that's holding Paz's. 'guess what? Me and Paz are girlfriends now!' 'oh wow, I'm so happy for you dears!' Mabel then runs around to everybody that she recognizes shouting about how shes got a girlfriend. Paz laughs freely as she rushes to catch up with her girlfriend's hasty steps. 'you know, you don't need to do this, right?' mabel stops and looks at Paz. 'i know, ' Mabel grabs Paz's hand with both of her and looks deeply into her eyes with the most serious expression Paz has ever seen. 'i want to' Paz cant help but laugh. 'i cant argue with that' Mabel grins again and they go back to shouting about how they're girlfriends, Paz included. everybody's happy for them, though perhaps a little annoyed since they cant hear the music over their shouting. after everybody at the party is thoroughly aware that Mabel and Pacifica are girlfriends they head off to the side of the room and laugh amongst themselves. tonight was perfect, and Mabel wouldn't have it any other way. paz smirks in a sultry way and asks, you know what would be a perfect end to a perfect party? Mabel's grin drops and that lovely shade of red is back. w-what? she breathily asks. pacifica smile grows and leans in closer and whispers, getting shot out of a cannon. mabel gasps. that would be an excellent way to end a perfect night! mabel grasps Paz's shoulders jumping up and down. oh my gosh, can we do that right now? can we, can we? Paz quickly kisses Mabel's nose and says, of course. mabel stops jumping and blushes again. mabel has to learn how Paz makes the world stop briefly just by kissing her. perhaps shes dabbled in magic?mabel gets distracted from Paz's supposed witchiness by spotting dipper. she gasps, DIPPER! she waves him like mad, IM GONNA GET SHOT OUT OF A CANNON! YOU WANT TO JOIN ME? dipper chokes out a what? says excuse me to Stanford maybe? and then runs after Mabel and Paz. that cant be safe. when dipper catches up they've already reached outside. what is this about getting shot out of a cannon? mabel, you cant be serious. pacifica, tell me she's joking. paz looks back and smirks. dipper pales and turns back to Mabel. mabel, this has to be the most ridiculously dangerous thing you've ever stupidly tried to do. dipper walks in front of them. I'm sorry but I can't allow this. mabel and Paz stop in their steps while Mabel pouts. cmon dipper, you know that its been my dream since forever to get shot out of a cannon. mabel, its also your dream to break the world record for amount of candy canes that can be shoved into a mouth, no. mabel states i just need to learn how to dislocate my jaw. but that's different, this is different dipper! how often can somebody say that they got shot out of a cannon? dipper frowns. i cant let you do this. i mean, what if you break your neck? what then?! waving his hands about. paz says i made certain that everything's safely set up. i hired a professional. you, dipper points at Paz, stop enabling her. Paz's smile never lets up, much to dippers annoyance. mabel grabs dipper pointed hand with hers and puts on her best animal cooing voice. hey hey hey, don't worry, everything's going to be fine. mabel starts petting his hand while dipper looks even more irritated and a little insulted. noticing her brothers anger she throws being gentle and kind out the window. she throws her head back and groans, oh come ooooon dipper, quit being such a stick in the mud! look, how bout this, Mabel slings her arm around dippers shoulders, why don't you join me? we can get shot out of a cannon together! wouldn't that be fun? dipper looks unconvinced. come on, we'd be, cannonball mystery twins. mabel waves her hand as she comes up with the stupid name on the spot. I don't know.., I just don't think that this is such a good idea. mabel holds dipper hands in her own and puts on her best puppy dog that got kicked expression. dipper gives in, not because he's convinced but because Mabel gonna pursue this no matter what he says. he lets out a defeated sigh. Mabel's face immediately lights up and she squeals and bear hugs her brother. thanking him incessantly. mabel lets go of dipper and holds his hand up above their heads. CANNONBALL MYSTERY TWINS FOREVER!! dippers mutters a please don't call us that. paz chuckles at the display. paz leads them both to the cannons location. a huge cannon attached to a truck is set up in the huge yard. mayer cutebiker is there taking off a helmet exclaiming about how fun rushing through the air was. just hearing this hypes Mabel up even more if that's possible. Mabel's starts running letting go of dippers hand. she runs around the truck taking in the sight of the cannon from all angles while ooohing and aaahing. paz walks up to the cannon expert and talks for a bit while dipper hangs back looking apprehensive. dipper does not like the idea of being shot through the air with nothing but some flimsy air filled bag at the end to catch them. dipper remembers what it feels like to fall off a cliff with the wind biting into your face so forgive him if he doesn't think that getting shot out of a cannon would be a fun thing to do. mabel notices her brothers discomfort and goes over and wraps her arm around his shoulder. come on dipper, we'll do this, you and me, together. and my grappling hook. she holds up her trusty grappling hook and smiles brightly, so much so that dipper can't help but be suckered in by Mabel's confidence. yeah, with Mabel by his side everything would be fine. paz heads back towards them carrying a couple of helmets and goggles. she says that the professional is ready for them. Mabel's squeals once more and rushes to put on the goggles and helmet. dippers much slower and Mabel's starts jittering in impatience. he finally tightens the helmet but before Mabel can drag him to the pro cannon guy Pacifica whirls Mabel around and gives her another quick kiss. good luck and have fun. mabel blushes and in a voice higher than her own squeaks out a thank you. she turns and runs to the cannon guy before she changed her mind and decided that kissing Pacifica would be a better way to spend the night. focus Mabel! dippers already getting prepped by the professional. the guy gives them instructions about proper human cannonball safety which Mabel and dipper seriously listen to. then finally after learning all they needed to, they're set into the cannon. it gets lifted up towards the sky. Mabel's shaking with anticipation while hugging dipper. dippers shaking because of nerves. is it too late to not be shot out of a cannon? outside Pacifica asks if she can do the honors and after given permission lights the fuse with her cigarette. she stands back smiling as the fuse gets shorter and shorter before finally BANG! mabel and dipper are shot out at blinding speeds. Mabel's shouts out in exuberation while dipper screams in fear. they blast into the night sky as Pacifica looks on contently. shes so glad she successfully made the best night ever for Mabel but privately agrees with dipper sentiment about getting shot out of a cannon. she chuckles to herself thinking about how much Mabel would probably want to get shot out of the cannon again as she treks over to where the twins would land.

here’s the first draft, or would this be more of a quick notes sort of thing? a combination of the two? I’m uncertain as I’m not familiar with writing terms, but currently this thing is at 4,962 words and I get the feeling that once I properly write out this entire thing it could easily extend to twice that length. perhaps even longer, maybe. idk i dont write that often. but tell me what you think, if i should change anything or add something else. 

oh, and maybe you could suggest a name or something? im terrible at naming things and the best i got going on for this is a really nice night. im not even joking I dont know what else to call this. a night to remember? the best 4th of July party ever? Mabel gets a girlfriend? idk, i suck at this