#Wendy’s Pocket Sketches

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

This is the first thing you see when you open the lil pocket sketchbook, just a lil Jevil with Flowers

[gay-dorito-dust]

Controversial younger s/o things

Slight mentions of like one nsfw thing, especially for Stanley, it’s not much but still I thought I should say.

Ford worries that he’s far too old for you, but yet is unable to keep his distance from you when you spent every waking moment at the shack with Soos, Wendy, Dipper and Mabel.

He feels like a perv whenever he lets his gaze linger a little too long on you for it to be platonic, yet he could never bring himself to look away as you had him bewitched mind, body and soul for all he knew and he didn’t mind it, even if it did mean he lost sleep dreaming about you being his youthful spouse who often stole his turtlenecks just to get his attention.

He thinks you could be better off with someone your own age, and yet despite believing this, Ford can’t help but harbour this mentality that he could treat you far, far better then anyone your own age. He’d worship the ground you walk on, treat you with respect, dignity and trust.

You’d probably be brought down to the lab quite often per his request. Ford claims he needs your opinion on something but the moment your down there, you’re making out with your back pressed against his workbench as his hands remained above your waist; maybe teasingly trailing to your thighs but still he’s a respective gentleman towards you forever and always.

There the moments you gladly wait all day for moments like these as you got to feel just how badly Ford wanted you in more ways then one ;)

You make out in his bed too but that’s only if you couldn’t make it to the lab, so Ford makes sure to lock the door when you do, for privacy and such.

There’s multiple entries about you and Ford’s conflicted feelings towards you followed with sketches of you looking the most beautiful he’s ever seen you. Seeing you be great and supportive with dipper and Mabel defiantly awakens something in him that he later puts down in the journal.

Will loose it if he ever saw you in his turtleneck, he’s not gods strongest soldier in their regards as he’s more then happy to get on his knees for you right then and there. You in his turtleneck is his secrete fantasy and to see it become reality is enough for this man to believe that there is a heaven.

Stanley feels that you deserve better then him

the girdle stays off! You don’t give a fuck, the girdle stays off and you will fucking hide it from him, much to his dismay but you love his tummy so, so so much!

Heated make outs in el Diablo while on road trips just the two of you at night.

Spoils you rotten however he could in meaningful ways, kinda feels sad that he can’t do more for you like you deserved but you didn’t care as you pepper his face with kisses and reassurance that he’s more then enough for you.

Probs gets jealous of you talking to other older men that has deeper pockets, but is smug as fuck the moment you came back to him with wads of their money in your hands as he pulls you in close by the waist and kisses you firmly on the lips saying, ‘that’s my girl/boy/ spouse.’

You will get love bites from him for making him jealous but also for making him so proud of his gorgeous/handsome/ beautiful spouse. You wear them with pride as you know no one else can elicit the same feeling as Stan did and he’d show off his own love bites with pride as he’s shameless and wants to show that he’s more then taken.

Does get moments of insecurity about your age gap but with a few words of reassurances, kisses and caresses to his body and he’s more than back to being confident of your relationship.

Stan wants you to sit on his lap all of the time, no excuses you’re on his lap and he gets the prettiest view of his unbearably cute spouse as his large hand rubs your thighs, getting progressively closer as to where you needed him most. ;)

[spicy-apple-pie]

Get ready for another episode of…

Spicy Smashing Two Pieces of Media Together in a Crossover!!

Today we have…

Batman and Gravity Falls!!

Okay, so picture this.

The Pine Twins are on a school field trip to Gotham/Wayne Enterprises. Dipper, wanting to fill out his own journal at this point, convinces Mabel to seek away.

“What? You want to hunt down Batman?” Mabel asks.

“Not Batman. Manbats.” Dipper holds up a rough sketch of a bat human hybrid. “There’s been rumours about them. People mistaking them for the actual Batman only to get their face scratched off.” Dipper closes the journal. “Too bad we would only be able to talk to some locals. Obviously they only come out at night, but we’re already in so much trouble for bringing home Waddles.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad.” Mabel mopes. “I wish I could stay to lay my eyes open Nightwing’s Spandexed butt.”

Dipper pats her back sympathetically, “Hey, maybe we’ll get to see Signal’s spandexed butt.”

Mabel then rambles how Signal’s butt falls on her scale of vigilante butts. Pretty high up there tbh.

And then for plot reasons they stay out too late and not only see a Manbat, but also the Batman.

While Batman is figuring out a way to get them home safe, they over hear another investigation going on. Something with dimensions, portals, but most importantly triangles.

They struggle to convince the bats that they need the twin’s help. Until they mention Gravity Falls.

Gravity Falls was an anomaly to the Justice League. They’re aware something catastrophic happened but unsure what or why it went away. They have practically nothing to go off too. Townsfolk are committed to not acknowledging anything happened.

After seeing proof that the twins were there at the time of the incident, Batman decides to let them help.

“Well, uh, it’s hard to explain. My Great Uncle Ford knows the most about it, but he’s a little hard to reach right now…” Dipper fidgets, suddenly aware that BATMAN AND CO are counting on him for info.

“What about that thing that he gave us!” Mabel exclaimed. “The cellphone thing!”

“The cellphone thing?” Robin asks, skeptical of their whole story.

“It’s like this super phone that can reach our Grunkles in the arctic.” Mabel explained, searching her brother’s pocket’s

“But he said that we should only use it in case of an emergency.” Dipper swats Mabel’s hands away.

“Dipper. Bill Cipher is potentially back. How is this not an emergency!?”

Yeah, anyway I think it would be cute. Also Soos and Wendy are there. Soos because he’s sworn to always help and protect the Pines and he takes it very seriously. And Wendy because she doesn’t want to miss out on the action.

[fantasyandromancelover]

Titanic AU

In 1996, Shiki Granbell and his team search the wreck of the RMS Titanic and they recover a safe that contains the drawing of a young nude woman The sketch is dated April 14, 1912, the same day the Titanic struck the iceberg that caused it to sink. The discovery is televised by the news and witnessed by Rebecca Bluegarden and her grandmother Lucy. Lucy recognizes the drawing and calls Shiki, revealing that she is the woman in the picture.

Now according to many rumors, countless treasures had vanished the night that the ship sank and Shiki and his team have searching the titanic remains for them. These treasures include a gold pocket watch that had belonged to the shipbuilder, a blue diamond necklace known as The Heart of the Ocean, and a 15-karat rose gold and silver bracelet with the name Wendy encrusted in diamonds.

Wanting to locate these treasures and sell them for profit, Shiki invites Rebecca and Lucy on board their vessel in hopes that the old woman knows where the missing valuables are. At first, Lucy isn’t too eager to share due to the trauma and tragedy of the event, but upon seeing Rebecca and Shiki fall in love at first sight, her happy memories of the event are rekindled and she recounts her experiences aboard the Titanic.

In 1912, young English heiress Lucy Heartfilia is boarding first class on the Titanic with her widower father Jude Heartfilia, her trusted Norwegian maid Levy, and her wealthy fiancé Dan Straight. Also boarding first class is American writer Gray Fullbuster, two newly weds, English shipbuilder Jellal Fernandes and his American bride, nouveau riche socialite Erza. And Scottish designer Mirajane Dreyar and her husband, the captain’s grandson, Laxus Dreyar.

Meanwhile Natsu Dragneel, a poor young, Italian artist wins a third class ticket in a poker game and excitedly boards it along with many other third class passengers eager for new opportunities in America. Among them are Irish siblings Juvia and Gajeel, Jewish widower Gildarts and his daughter Cana, and Wendy a French orphan girl who stowed away on board.

But despite being called the ship of dreams, many of the passengers have terrible misfortunes in their lives. Lucy’s engagement to Dan is one of connvience rather than love, arranged by her father who is in debt and is constantly pressuring her to go through with the marriage even though Dan is snobby, arrogant, and Lucy cannot stand him. Juvia is under the abusive care of her embittered and insanely jealous stepmother Selene, a former stage actress who was forced to retire because she had gotten older but blames it on her marriage to her now deceased husband and her stepchildren. Gajeel is in a secret relationship with Levy and the two both desire to elope, but he can’t bring himself to leave his sister with their stepmother. Jellal and Erza are madly in love and wish to start a family but Erza cannot get pregnant which deeply hurts her. 

On the first day, Natsu befriends Gray and Gajeel, and the three discuss their plans for when they arrive in New York. Natsu plans to become a famous artist, Gray hopes to become a self-made man through writing instead of relying on his late father’s inheritance, and Gajeel dreams of becoming a famous musician. As the three young men are goofing off around the front of the ship, Natsu spots Lucy on the first class level, looking over the horizon and it’s love at first sight. 

Later that night, Lucy goes to dinner with her father and Dan, and as the two men discuss their plans for her, she becomes distraught over nit having any control of her own life. She leaves the dining room, climbs over the stern railing, and intends to commit suicide by jumping overboard. Luckily though Natsu sees her and coaxes her back onto the deck. As he is pulling her back up, she slips, screams, and falls while pulling Natsu on top of her. Her screams alert the crew who assume that Natsu had assaulted her but she corrects them in that he saved her life and decides to reward him by inviting him to dinner in the first class dining room. He accepts and later as Lucy is getting ready for bed, Dan gives her a gaudy but expensive engagement ring to wear. 

That same night, Gray is exploring the ship, keeping a journal of everything he experiences. He is suddenly lured to the third class level by a lovely voice and observes Juvia singing an Irish folk song while her brother plays his flute. He is smitten by her beauty and song but is startled into fleeing when Gajeel spots him. However in his haste, he drops his journal which Juvia finds. She goes to the first class level to return it to him but is stopped by two crew members who harass her. Gray sees this and defends her, making her quite bashful with his chivalry. He thanks her for returning his journal and also invites her to dinner in the first class dining room to make amends for all the trouble he’s caused. 

Meanwhile Wendy who has been hiding in the boiler room becomes terribly hungry and sneaks into the first class dining hall for something to eat. She is caught stealing food and is about to be severely punished but Erza kindly pays for the stolen food and allows the child to dine with her and her husband. Both she and Jellal grow fond of Wendy and become sympathetic upon learning she is an orphan with no one to look after her. Unable to let her starve or spend the night cold, they decide to let her stay with them in their suite until they reach New York, then they’ll decide what should be done with her.

The next day both Natsu and Lucy, and Gray and Juvia stroll aboard the ship, getting to know each other. A tentative friendship develops between each couple. At the same time Erza and Jellal take Wendy on an outing, bonding almost like a real family. Jellal even gifts Wendy with a silver and golden, diamond bracelet that belonged to his late grandmother who happens to have the same name as the child. As the day ends, Natsu and Juvia are introduced to Erza who decides to loan Natsu one of Jellal’s suits and her friend Mirajane loans Juvia one of her designer gowns. 

Before the dinner, Jellal and Laxus discuss the voyage with Captain Makarov Dreyar and Owner of the White Star Line Precht Gaeblog. Precht insists that Makarov push the ship to go faster for better publicity but Jellal recommends not doing so, claiming that they still are not sure how much the ship can take. Makarov believes Jellal is right but Laxus convinces him to rule in Precht’s favor. The ship’s speed is doubled that evening.

At dinner, Natsu is dressed so handsome like and Juvia is dressed so beautifully that the first class guests are amazed while Lucy and Gray are left speechless. Gray then presents Juvia with a necklace to wear for the evening, a family heirloom, The Heart of the Ocean. They all dine together with Dan being very rude to Natsu and Juvia, much to Lucy’s disgust, but Erza eventually shuts him up by throwing a subtle insult back at him. After dinner, Gray escorts Juvia back to her cabin but she asks him to stay for the third class party which Natsu invites Lucy to as well. The night is spent laughing, dancing, singing, and drinking as Gajeel leads the band in a grand jig and later serenading Levy with an Irish love ballad. 

When the party ends, Gray and Juvia say goodbye, and having fallen in love with her, he allows her to keep the blue diamond necklace. She returns his love and accepts his gift. This is witnessed by Gajeel and Selene, but while Gajeel is pleased to see his sister truly happy for once, Selene is jealous of her stepdaughter gaining the attention of a wealthy young man. When Gray leaves, she drags Juvia into the cabin and locks Gajeel out so he can’t stop her from ruthlessly beating the girl. With each beating, she tells Juvia that she’s worthless and that she’ll never be anything but a poor wretch and that she doesn’t deserve to be loved by anyone, let alone a man like Gray. When the beating is over Gajeel furiously tries to kill Selene but she screams alerting the others and whispers a threat that she’ll tell a lie about Gajeel assaulting her which will end with him getting arrested. Juvia then pleads with her brother not do anything for his sake and he reluctantly agrees. Left alone, the siblings comfort each other.

Up above, Natsu escorts Lucy back to first class and he confesses that he loves her. She laughs and calls him crazy, he agrees with her but says he can’t help how his heart feels and calls her the most amazing girl in the world. At that moment, Lucy realizes that she has fallen in love with Natsu. This is witnessed by Dan who becomes jealous and in the morning he orders Lucy to never see Natsu again. When she argues that he has no right to say who she can and cannot associate with, he viciously reminds her that they are to be married which means (In his twisted mind) that he owns her and that she will do as he says without complaint. Adding to her fear and confusion is her father also forbidding her to have contact with Natsu and calling her selfish for not wanting to marry Dan which would pay all his debts. Scared, she tells Natsu that they can’t see each other anymore when he comes to visit her in secret.

On the other side of the ship, Gray looks for Juvia and finds her still crying over last night. He takes her to his room where he tends to her wounds (his late father was a surgeon) and gently asks what happened. She tells him the whole story of how she and her brother have been abused and mistreated by their stepmother since their father passed when they were children. She wants to leave but she has no where to go because she has no education and she doesn’t want to be a burden on her brother, whom she believes should just leave and live his own life. Unable to bear the thought of Juvia living such a life any longer, Gray asks her to come live with him and to let him take care of her. She declines his offer, saying that she appreciates his pity but cannot accept. He then tells her that it’s not out of pity and confesses his love for her. They kiss, she agrees to go with him, but insists that he ask Gajeel for his blessing first.

Meanwhile in her suite, Erza is teaching Wendy how to read and the girl stops her for a moment to thank the woman for her kindness, saying that if she had a family, she would want them to be just like Erza and Jellal. This touches Erza so much and she realizes that she and her husband have developed parental love for Wendy. She then proposes to Jellal that they adopt her. He hesitates at first but quickly agrees with the idea.

As for Lucy, she is so confused about her feelings for Natsu and is not sure what to do. She goes to Levy for advice and the maid assures her that if she follows her heart then she won’t regret it, telling her of her own love story with Gajeel. Inspired, Lucy runs to Natsu and tells him that she loves him too. She then invites him back to her room where he sketches her nude form, they have sex, and she declares that when the ship docks she’s getting off with him. They sneak off to the forward deck leaving behind her picture, the engagement ring, and an insulting note for Dan. When Dan finds these three things, he is furious and refuses to let Lucy go.

In third class, Gray and Juvia tell Gajeel their plan and he gives his blessing, glad that he’s found someone willing to love and look after her, giving her the happiness she deserves. And he can now elope with Levy without fear of leaving Juvia unloved and unprotected. They rush to tell Levy the good news but Gray is stopped by Selene who tries to seduce him. Repulsed, he rejects her. Enraged, she screams and falsely accuses Gray of raping her. Gray and Juvia flee from the crew members who pursue them and hide in the boiler room until the panic dies down. Gray pleads his innocence to Juvia but she assures him that she knows her stepmother is lying.

Suddenly the ship collides with an iceberg which Natsu and Lucy witness. They separate to warn the others but promise to meet back later. Unfortunately Natsu runs into Dan who frames him for theft by slipping the engagement ring into his coat pocket. His manservant Bloodman drags Natsu off and leaves him handcuffed in the lower decks. 

With the ship sinking, panic starts to ensue. The frightened crowds cause Wendy to be separated from Jellal and Erza as they hurry to the lifeboats. Jellal decides to go back and look for Wendy and forces Erza on to the lifeboat, giving her his beloved pocket watch as a promise that he’ll come back to her. Lucy flees Dan and her father, who has boarded a lifeboat and finds Natsu, freeing him but almost drowning in the process. In the third class level, the gates are closed off trapping everyone down there including Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Juvia, Gajeel, and Levy. Gajeel uses his strength to break down the gates so they all have a chance to live but one of the officers accidentally shoot him in his spinal cord, rendering him unable to walk. Juvia tries to pull him along but he knows he’s a goner and makes Gray promise to love and protect Juvia in his place. Gray makes the promise and has to carry a tearful Juvia away. Gajeel urges Levy to go with them but she chooses to die with him, biding a tearful farewell to Lucy. Hand in hand, the couple sings one last love song as they wait for the inevitable.

Makarov and Laxus are both wracked with guilt over what’s happened and have decided to go down with the ship while doing everything in their power to save the passengers. Mirajane begs Laxus to let her stay with him but he refuses to let her die for his mistake. Natsu, Lucy, Gray, and Juvia barely make it back to the boat deck and they urge the women to board the lifeboat. Juvia doesn’t want to go having just lost her brother and she tearfully pleads with Gray not leave her too, but he assures her that he has no intention of dying and swears to find someway to survive. Selene is among the group of women boarding and the sight of their love drives her so mad with envy that she pushes Juvia right off the boat. Selene is shot and killed, Gray immediately jumps after Juvia, and they manage to hold each other above water long enough for Erza to pull them on to her lifeboat. 

Dan convinces Lucy to board a lifeboat by falsely claiming that he can get Natsu off the ship but has actually just arranged to save himself.  As her lifeboat is lowered, Lucy, unable to abandon Natsu, jumps back on board. Furious, Dan tries to shoot the lovers, chasing them into the flooding first-class dining saloon. They get away, and he has no choice but to accept defeat. 

Jellal finally finds Wendy and gets her safely on to the lifeboat but gives up his spot for Gildarts, so he can go with Cana. Believing he won’t survive and that the sinking is his fault for not building a stronger vessel, Jellal gets drunk and chooses to go down with the ship as well. 

The lifeboats have departed and the ship's stern is rising as the flooded bow sinks. As passengers fall to their deaths, Natsu and Lucy desperately cling to the stern rail. The upended ship breaks in half and the bow section dives downward. The remaining stern slams back onto the ocean, then upends again before it, too, sinks. In the freezing water, Natsu helps Lucy onto a wooden panel buoyant, she tries to get him on too but it only has enough for one person. Natsu makes her promise to survive before tragically dying of hypothermia much to Lucy’s heartbreak.

Erza and Cana quickly take control of the lifeboats and go back for survivors. They rescue Lucy, Jellal who survived the cold due to the extreme amount of alcohol in his blood, and any other survivors. They are then picked up by the RMS Carpathia where the Fernades couple are reunited with Wendy, and Lucy hides from Dan and Jude, changing her name to Lucy Dragneel, in order to finally be free.

The elderly Lucy ends her story by revealing what happened to the other survivors. Jellal and Erza adopted Wendy, Gray published a book about the Titanic then married Juvia who made her brother’s songs famous by singing them and they later had two children, Mirajane never remarried and lived out her days with her sister, Dan committed suicide after losing his fortune, and Lucy herself later discovered that she had become pregnant by Natsu (Making him Rebecca’s grandfather), and raised their daughter alone while living a life of freedom and adventure. She then unlocks a safe in her room which contains the watch, the necklace, the bracelet and many other treasures such as photographs, letters, notes, and keepsakes. As the last living member of that group, she had been trusted to keep these treasures safe so no one would forget the stories behind them.

Touched by her story, Shiki decides not to sell the valuable items but donate everything in the safe to a museum so the memory of all those people would live on forever. Later that night, as Shiki and Rebecca get to know each other, Lucy dies peacefully in her sleep and as a young woman again, she enters an afterlife where she’s reunited with the souls of everyone she knew from her story including those who died on the ship. She is met by Natsu who kisses her and they are applauded by everyone.

[e350tb]

Gravity Falls - Florida Man

Florida Man

“So let’s go through this again.”

Dipper Pines wiped a drop of sweat from his brow as he and Wendy walked along the beachfront. It was a warm day - not hot, but warm - and most of the tourists were basking in the sun on the beach. They, on the other hand, were on a mission.

“We have a vengeful spirit who possess people,” said Dipper. “The caveat being that they can only possess men who are from or live in the state of Florida.”

“To the point that they’ll actually be banished if they hit the border, right?” asked Wendy.

“Right,” nodded Dipper. “They use this power to possess men who live in Florida - henceforth Florida Men - to commit random acts of civil disobedience, to go on wacky adventures, or to harm the possessee in a way that they deem funny, with the intent of their actions ending up in newspapers and on online websites.”

“Sounds right to me,” said Wendy.

“Right,” said Dipper. “One minor question. Why?”

Wendy shrugged.

“Vengeful spirit gonna veng, man,” she replied. “Maybe they’re just a reporter who died on a slow news day.”

“I wish Ford’s notes had explained this a bit better,” sighed Dipper. “Even he seemed stumped.”

He produced a scrap of paper from his shirt pocket, upon which was sketched a spectral figure in a wifebeater and a red ball cap, under which Ford had drawn a large question mark in red marker.

“They kinda look like if you had to draw the living embodiment of a Floridan stereotype,” said Wendy. “Heck, I’m kinda offended by it and I’m from Oregon.”

“Maybe that’s why they’re vengeful,” mused Dipper. “Negative stereotypes - like that British poltergeist at Colonial Williamstown.”

“Hey, maybe we can ask him on the way to the Alabama border,” said Wendy as they reached an old, rundown house by the sea. “You got the jar, Dip?”

“Yep.” Dipper produced an old glass mayonnaise bottle. “You got the net?”

“Got it.”

“Good!” Dipper smiled. “Let’s catch ourselves a Florida Man.”

[castle-dominion]

Ok I started at 9, it is now 11, I have until 12.30 to finish 5x3 secret's safe with me

Someone is writing in their vic's blood? oh the vic is writing in her own blood

OH NO ALEXIS IS GOING TO COLLEGE that gold medal is so sweet & like yeah you don't have space & it is super annoying to move MR: Don't listen to his, darling. Everybody needs their stuff.

RC: Well, I lied. Monsters are real. They're the boys in her freshman dorm. MR: Oh, speaking of which, before Alexis leaves, don't you think you should have the, um…talk with her? RC: You mean the sex talk? Mother, I covered that ages ago. I learned so much. MR: I mean the you-and-Beckett sex talk. RC: Mother, Beckett and I ar-- [Martha puts up a hand.] MR: Save it, Richard. I knew the morning I walked in here and the poor girl was hiding in the cl– Out of the closet lol

Alexis is friends with lanie <3 KB: Lanie's gonna tell Esposito, Esposito can't keep his mouth shut with Ryan, and Ryan's gonna blow it out of proportion, and then Gates is gonna find out, and we won't be able to work together anymore.

I've got that box too! XD

LP: Hey that's your department

interesting wallet/purse

four thousand of her closest friends XD

Man looks like authentic nick that fraul? Are you german or smth? KB: And for that, she deserved to die? Joel Pratt: Yeah! RC: KB: JP: Wait. What?

So cute & domestic uwu

Ryan moments "love is everything-- did I just say that?"

LP: Castle? You’re not allowed to answer Beckett’s phone. Weird little doll... LP: Oooh, you are in trouble. RC: I’m not in trouble. *hangs up* I've already seen your stuff XD yeah y'all still need privacy even together also ppl have ears

I love love love this lady & her accent & no-nonsense matter & then I know this episode & I love it

RC: You may not have a warrant, but I got something better. Checkbook. [Castle holds his checkbook up.] Storage owner: Auctions are cash only, hotshot. RC: Oh, no. What are we gonna do? Is two grand enough? [Castle pulls out a money clip.] KB: What are you doing with two grand in your pocket? RC: I’m a best-selling author. Why wouldn’t I have two grand in my pocket?

For real? My mom loves those books!

Def want to clip this. Pretty boy, fast talking, all this crap. Also yeah poker player or not lol btw when you are bidding at auction, bid up on the stuff you don't want so that people spend their money on it & let them win & then buy all the stuff you want bc they can't afford it.

Fun transition lol

that's not the owing i mean

His STUFF will tell us who he is creepy doll, poor ryan. Ooh I miss climbing. Apparently esposito is a rock climber

esposito don't say it's castle's, say it was stuff the victim was bidding on

ryan leaning on his fist on connfusion at gates "yeah you already like me"

Cooing at the doll lmao very creepy indeed

suicide?

lmao castle is hilarious Mum suggested that there is smth inside the doll that gates was given

Beckett's coat is nice careful when taking drinks from a tray, it messes with the balance. captions for angelica: an-hell-ica RC: an-'ell-ica? Captions for angelica: an-hell-ica except the second time she said it, it was more like a silent h. Not a missing h, more like a french h. nice music btw

"His name was wendell? So he wasn't swedish or w/e?"

Castle's storage unit mimics alexis' moving

I'm rich, or richer (or richard) sad...

alexis loved you earlier hundreds of super hot girlfriends lol

"nothing" *so obvious* esposito watching ryan talk about the robbery report espt smiling at castle mentioning the climbing equipment

wait it's wendall & wendy? twin names smh

need to clip the breaking in scene esposito with the baseball bat lol

love his accent

this sketch man's forehead is huge

an old [romani] woman? lmao no harm will befall you? she got shot. but maybe she was meant to die & then the doll saved her

gates sounds pissed approaching him rn Oh uwu she likes him now GEMINI??? ok but you need to specify that it is fiction & while the characters are BASED on becks & castle, those two are not sleeping together, at least they were not when the book was written

BIG FOREHEAD GUY

nice sunglasses KB: Take your hand off your tool, Marco! KR+JE: *trying to hold back laughter* I should clip this, but it already has been clipped so I don't mind if I forget to

Ok but the lighting is interesting... it needs to be brighter in this room

Love their welding goggles, so cute I KNOW,, RYAN! But hey castle at least gets to have fun on a treasure hunt, like under the gun & 6x6.

Did they check wendell's apartment? Do they know where he lives? bc this man broke in to his apartment. ... & also admitted it to the cops

it is inanimate can't be laughing at you

These two are so close but they have been that close before, before they were together

Ryan & the crowbar <3

don't touch it becks, isn't it evidence?

AH: That’s what beautiful things do, my dear. Sounds like smth someone would say about pretty girls. KB: Except you created two new problems – your chauffeur and his sister – both of whom are now dead. Except the sister is not relevant but the other guy who broke in & the guy who was hired to buy the unit as accessory after the fact are

so you claim that you just took the opportunity? There just happened to be a crime that you could take advantage of?

Could be the doll. Or like what mum said, what's inside the doll

I hope someone else has clipped the "I so wish I could kiss you" handshake, it's so sweet RC: I think my hand’s getting a little sweaty. KB: I know. It’s kind of gross.

college cry cry cry cry also really nice room holy crap I like all the red, the colours are nice, the walls are nice, the room is great Well Ididn't know WHY you were upset AC: How can you be so smart and so clueless at the same time? RC: Practice? "Sorry, honey, but your mom, she’s in—" 5 miles is short af RC: And though I am there, if you need me here, here is where I’ll be. Do what? Give her an airplane?

what the heck was castle doing? in the elevator there? I could gif/clip that if I wanted but I don't

Ah! The teddybear backpack! I see how he made that connectin now.

r they in gates' office? w/o permission? uh, ?? GIRL MAYBE XRAY IT FIRST "SIR JUST BREATHE" CASTLE WHT THE FUCK "see" that coming?

Well there goes that headway with gates

Ok so I'm about two thirds of the way through the episode, just over 30m in. actually I'm closer to seven ninths of the way through, closer to three quarters than two thirds. I am also about two thirds of the way through my allotted time

Ryan is wearing another patterned shirt, I like it. I mean the first shirt was also patterned but not in this way. These two have been more plaid like.

"it does?" the book on prosthetic eyes! fun fact, your eye muscles still move your glass eye. Ooh the music (& btw I still love "the butler did it") He probably really was all torn up over the accident. But he should & could have brought closure. & he could have prevented their deaths but he didn't & that's the hard part for him, he feels guilt.

[Gates looks straight at Castle.] VG: Worthless bastard. RC: I’m sorry? VG: He took out their whole family.

RC: Well, I’ll give the climbing equipment to Javier, Ok so is he selling it to esposito or giving it? also it is mildly odd to hear ppl call him "HA-vee-ERRE" instead of "hav-YED" like with a tapped r. I always use two syllables. Well two & a half. Tho tbh when I first read the name written (I had only heard the nickname "javi" out loud before) my french ass thought "ha-vi-yay" (& I was surrounding it with english words so it was "yay" not "yé")

I watched this episode a few days after going to a funeral for a second cousin of mine. We went to a market type thing to kill some time between the burial & celebration & we got so many compliments on our clothes (the three kids had black shirts & ties with red-- actually no my little bro had a white shirt but also a black vest) & we just kind of said "yeah we just came from a funeral..." But on the other hand, it makes me realize that while I love getting compliments on my punk jeanjacket, I want to dress up more often. I have clothing, I want to wear it. Hey that's a good idea! I should invite my friends out to that swing dancing place! (... I still want to take my ex there even tho it has been four years...)

"shaking hands" uwu *leans on his fist in excitement* & then they shake hands again & it is so so so intimate

wow rly empty house

MR: Alexis’ moving out got me to thinking. And after many hours of soul searching, I have made a decision. Mom, speaking as martha: "I'm moving out"? RC: Have you now? MR: Yes. I have decided, out of the goodness of my heart, that I will continue to live here— RC: Rent-free. MR: Please don’t interrupt. I will continue to live here so that you, Richard… will never, ever be alone. RC: RC: You’d do that for me, Mother? MR: It’s a… parent’s sacrifice. & holds his face they are SO DARN CUTE

Yes! I'm done 10 minutes early! It didn't take me three hours! It only took 1.5! I'm back on track babey!

[channoticedmeuwu]

p : soobin × fem!reader | g : fluffy fluff, mutual pining-ish (it's more focussed on soobin's perspective), idiots-to-lovers!au, high school!au | w : none actually except soobin being like really shy

a/n : GRRR this is lowkey highkey cringe but I am crying for soobin content ok I'm sorry if this gives u second hand embarrassment IM SCARED

inspired by wishlist by txt 💌

— [07 : 54 HRS] "hey, y/n!"

y/n looked up from her doodling to soobin, settling down on the empty chair in front of her, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile on his soft face.

"well," he coughed out, adjusting his tie, "it's your birthday, right?"

"yeah," y/n smiled, placing her pencil down, "it is, how'd you remember, soobin?"

he smiled, making his dimples show. He bit down on his lips as he readjusted himself in the seat, "well, I heard you talking about it to wendy about a few days ago..."

"I mean!" he interrupted himself, shaking his hands hastily, "not that I was intentionally eavesdropping, you know!"

soobin, you idiot! he twisted his toes in his shoes as he watched her smile a bit at his sudden burst, through his heart shaped lense of vision.

"Since it's your birthday," he continued, trying to shake the floating pink hearts bubbling around her face, "I put together a little present for you."

"oh, soobin, you didn't have to!"

"it's nothing, really," soobin dug his fingers in his pocket, searching for something. His fingers looked through his empty pockets, feeling nothing but balls of threat stuck in there from friction. "wait, it's probably in here..."

he still kept looking, looking down at the floor, in his jacket pockets, anywhere really. But, to his disappointment, nothing but balls of thread.

then, the memory replayed in his mind.

"I think..." he winced, mentally slapping himself and trying not to turn red in the face from the sheer amount of embarrassment he was digging for himself. "I think I left it on my desk back at home."

"it's okay, soobin," y/n only smiled, heart fluttering at the thought that he even considered something like this, "I really don't mind."

the bell sounded in the halls, and the other students in the classroom stood, grabbing their textbooks to hurry off to the first class of the morning. y/n and soobin did the same, both still turning red from different reasons.

soobin bit his lips as he dug his hands in his pockets, chuckling nervously.

"it's okay, soobin!" y/n kept reassuring, grabbing her textbooks from her bag, "let's just walk to class together."

"yeah," a lightbulb went off in his head, and he inched closer to his desk and grabbed a whole pad of post-its. "you go ahead!" he tried to keep his voice from cracking, "I'll— I'll be right with you in a sec!"

when he was sure she left, he went scuttling towards her desk, uncapping a pen from his mouth and scribbled something on it before sticking it to her desk.

"choi soobin," he muttered to himself through the muffled pen cap as he tried keeping his writing small and readable, "you messed up once, you can't mess up this time."

throwing the pen and the post-its away in his bag, he grabbed a book and ran down the halls, his sneakers screeching and squeaking, only to find y/n standing by the staircase.

"what were you up to?" she smiled as they hopped down the stairs, pace slow and steady.

"oh, just looking for my textbooks."

she looked down and laughed, pointing at the textbook in his hand, "maybe you were in too much of a hurry, soobin, we have chemistry, not geography."

"what?" he looked down to a big, old, boring sketch of a map staring right back at him, the symbols and markings on the map making a little face of disappointment, as if to say ‘really, dude?’

"oh, shoot!" there he went, sprinting up the halls again, running towards the classroom, "I'll be right back!"

before he left the classroom with the now replaced chemistry textbook, he glanced towards at the little baby pink post-it sticking to her desk, his little glitter writing shining as the early morning sunlight hit her desk. he jogged out before he could tear it off in second thoughts, wondering if he phrased his words correctly or not.

I'm sorry I forgot your birthday present, you can take my confession instead. I like you.

—♡

It probably didn't matter, anyway, y/n loved glitter pens.

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[seaofghouls]

Gravity Falls/Iplier AU ( Dark x Reader ) Part 3

 HELLO HELLO! Part 3!  Taglist: @a-frozen-bag-of-corn @crazy-obsessed-fangirl @lunariasilver

Episode: The Inconveniencing  Y/N was restocking the shelves as Mabel spun around on a large globe. “Mabel, do you believe in ghosts?” Dipper asked. “I believe that you’re a huge dork!” Mabel laughed.

Dipper stopped the spinning globe with his pencil with an irritated face. Mabel fell off and screamed.

“Wendy, Y/N, Soos, I’m heading out. Clean out the bathroom while I’m gone.” Stan said.

“Yes sir!” Soos said. 

“Absolutely not.” Both Y/N and Wendy said at the same time.

 “I’d fire all of you if I could.” Stan said while walking out.

“Hey guys! What’s this? A secret entrance to the roof??” Wendy said as she pulled a curtain aside revealing a ladder leading up to the roof.

“I don’t think Mr. Pines would like that..” Soos said.

Wendy waved her hand in front of Soos a few times.

“You’re freaking me out, dude!” He said. 

“Let’s go! You too, Y/N!” Wendy said. 

Y/N shrugged and climbed the ladder with agility. Wendy stared at the ladder wide-eyed. “Impressive.” She said before following after Y/N.

The twins then followed after Wendy. “This is pretty sweet.” Y/N said. 

There was a beach chair and a bucket of pinecones up on the roof. “Yeah, I may come up here, all the time, everyday.” Wendy said with a grin. 

Wendy motioned to the bucket of pinecones. “Take your hit, dudes!”

She picked up a pinecone and hit the center of the bullseye on the totem ahead of them.

Y/N grinned and picked up a pinecone. Throwing it, they scored right on the nose of the totem. The pinecone was literally pierced by the nose.

“Oh! Score!” Wendy high fived Y/N. 

“Take your shot, Dipper!” Y/N encouraged. 

Dipper picked up a pinecone and accidentally hit the car below, setting off the car alarm.

“Score! Great going, Dipper! C’mon, don’t leave me hanging!” Wendy said.

Dipper high fived Wendy before the sound of a horn came through the woods.

“Oop, that’s my ride. Later dorks!” Wendy said.

She hopped onto a pinetree and slid down to the ground.

“See ya, Wendy.” Y/N waved. 

“Bye, Wendy! Hah!” Dipper said way too enthusiastically. 

“Uh oh! I sense a romance happening! Dipper’s in love!” Mabel said. 

Y/N sighed, shaking their head. 

“Oh, cut it out. It’s not like I lay awake at night thinking about her!” Dipper said.

The next day, Y/N was just hanging out in the gift shop.

Wendy was about to leave when Dipper stopped her.

“Hey, Wendy? Do you think we could tag along this time?” Dipper asked.

“I don’t know, how old did you say you were?” Wendy asked. 

“Thirteen! We’re thirteen.” Dipper said. 

“What about you? I’ve been wondering that for a while now.” Wendy said, looking over at Y/N.

“Ah, I’m twenty six.” Y/N said. 

“Sweet. You’re an attorney, right? You’re coming with.” Wendy said.

“Ah, alright then. Just let me make a call first.” Y/N pulled their phone out of their pocket to call Dark and let him know where they were.

“Just between us three, I know that they never get out of their house. They only come here for work. They’ve never been seen in town.” Wendy whispered. 

The twins nodded.

Y/N came back over to them. 

“Alright! Let’s get going.” They said.

Walking outside, Wendy called out to the group.

“Hey dudes! This is Y/N, Dipper, and Mabel. They’re tagging along.” 

“Alright! Welcome aboard!” Nate said. 

Y/N hopped in the back with a grin. 

They heard some argument in the front before Mabel and Dipper came into the back with them. 

Their phone buzzed and they checked the notification. It was a text from Tambery. 

‘Hey. You seem cool. Let’s be friends.’ 

How did she get their number? Oh well. Wendy probably gave it to her. 

‘You too, dude, I’d like that.’ 

Looking up from their phone, they stared out the window, ignoring Dipper and Mabel’s banter. 

Eventually, the van stopped in front of an old convenience store. 

“Alright. Let’s climb over this fence.” Wendy said. 

“Who wants to go first?” She asked.

Y/N stepped forward and climbed over the tall fence with ease. The others clapped their hands at their skills. 

“Well, just don’t stand there and clap! Come on, dudes!” Y/N said. 

The others climbed over the fence with smiles on their faces. The only one left was Dipper. 

“C’mon, Dipper!” Y/N called out.

Dipper hesitated. 

“Dude! Your sister did it!” Robbie called out.

“Give me a second.” Y/N said.

They climbed back over the fence and grabbed Dipper. 

“There we go!” They grinned.

“Sweet.” Wendy said.

Robbie walked over to the door but it was locked. He couldn’t get it open.

“Let me try.” Dipper said. 

Robbie rolled his eyes. “Sure, I can’t get it, but Dipper over here is child hercules!” He said sarcastically. 

Dipper climbed up to the vent, crawled into it, and opened the door from the inside.

“Doctor Fun Times! Woo!” Nate called out.

The other people in the group agreed. 

Walking into the store, Y/N sighed. “I wonder if the power works.”

They walked around for a bit and found a generator. They started it up and the power came back on. They smiled, happy with themselves. 

“Woah, so much food! I haven’t had a lot of this in a very long time.” Y/N said. 

Only Dipper and Mabel knew how literally Y/N was when they said that. 

“Cheer up, Y/N! We have all night. Eat to your heart’s content!” Mabel said.

Y/N smiled. The rest of the night consisted of eating junk food and hanging out. 

Y/N was sitting with Wendy and Dipper up on one of the shelves. 

“Jesus, Mabel is going crazy for that Smile Dip.” Y/N said. 

Mabel was currently foaming out of the mouth. Y/N cringed. 

“You know, Dipper, you’re surprisingly mature for your age. Y/N, you’re unsurprisingly immature for your age.” Wendy said. 

Y/N laughed. “Oh, you have no idea.” 

Eating an ice cream cone, they smiled. 

A while passed and Dipper was being a bit paranoid.

“It’ll be fine, Dipper!” Y/N reassured. 

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. It’s just.. Stan isn’t picking up and I’ve been seeing some strange things.” Dipper sighed. 

“First of all, this is Gravity Falls. You shouldn’t expect something that isn’t weird. Two, do you even know who you’re talking to? Hello? We’ll be fine.” Y/N said. 

“Oh! Look at this!” Nate said. 

It was the tracings of a body. Y/N’s eyes widened. All that they could think of was Actor’s body. That horrible night. 

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Y/N mumbled. 

“Dude. I dare you to lay down in it.” Lee said. 

“Eh, I don’t know if we should do that..” Dipper said. 

“Don’t be lame.” Nate said. 

“Fine! You know what? I’ll do it.” Dipper said. 

Dipper laid down in the sketch of the body. Things started to shake like crazy. 

“Oh no.” Y/N gulped.

Mabel’s body was floating in the hair and she had blue eyes.

She laughed like crazy. She trapped Thompson, Robbie, Lee, Tambery, and Nate. 

Y/N, Dipper, and Wendy were hiding under a cabinet. 

“Can’t you do something, Y/N??” Dipper asked. 

“They’re a ghost! I don’t wanna harm Mabel, so I can’t do anything.” Y/N sighed.

“What do the ghosts want?” Dipper asked.

“I don’t know! We’ve just been doing normal teenage things!” Wendy cried.

“Wait. Repeat that again?” Dipper asked.

“Normal teenage things?” She repeated. “That’s it! Of course! They hate teenagers!” Dipper said.

He climbed out of the cabinet. 

“Dipper! What are you doing??” Y/N whisper-yelled. 

“Trust me.” He said. 

Y/N hesitated and then nodded. 

“Hey! Ghost! I’ve got something to tell you! I’m twelve! Technically not a teen!” Dipper called out.

“Oh! Why didn’t you say so?” The ghost said.

They left Mabel’s body. It was revealed that there were two of them. An old lady and an old man. 

They went on a monologue on why they hated teens. Apparently teens gave them a heart attack. 

“If you could let me and my friends go, that’d be great.” He said.

“Only if you do a dance.” The male ghost said.

“Well, I only know the lamby dance. I can’t do the dance without the costume, though, so!” Dipper said.

The ghost snapped his fingers. “Now dance!” 

Dipper now had a lamb costume on. He sighed before doing an over the top, embarrassing lamb dance.

Y/N had to cover their mouth to keep them from laughing.

The ghost laughed. “Very good! You and your friends can leave now.” The ghost said. 

He snapped his fingers and everything went back to normal.

The teenagers that were trapped were very disoriented when everything was back to normal. 

To save Dipper from a world of embarrassment, Wendy made up a story about how he beat the heck out of the ghosts. Mabel had woken up by this time, but she was really out of it. Y/N carried Mabel to the van. 

The van pulled up in front of the Mystery Shack. Y/N hopped out, helping Dipper and Mabel out as well. 

“We should do this again sometime, Wendy. You have my number, call if you need anything.” Y/N smiled. 

“You got it, sunshine.” Wendy fingergunned Y/N. 

“Sunshine? Where did that come from?” Y/N asked. 

“I dunno. I heard Dark calling you that and realized that it fits you perfectly.” Wendy grinned. 

“Alright. See you at work, then.” Y/N said, waving. 

“God, they are so cool.” Lee said as Y/N walked into the woods. 

“They sure are.” Wendy said. 

“I’m home, Dark!” Y/N said as they walked into the cabin. 

Y/N groaned as they stretched. 

Dark was sitting at the counter, reading a book. 

“So, I had a run in with a ghost.” They said. 

“Oh?” Dark said, looking up at Y/N.

“Yeah. I’m exhausted now, so I’m gonna sleep. Night, Dark.” Y/N said. 

Dark waved as they headed into their room.

Y/N smiled as they collapsed into their bed. 

Things were getting interesting.

[ripples-of-thought]

The wilderness at my door

Growing up in the Pacific Northwest was a privilege that I was quite unable to appreciate as a child. It seemed from my earliest memories that I was never far from a delightful garden park, towering cool forest, or rich field teeming with life.

Not that I didn't love my neighborhood or the city I was raised in. I just had no idea how very rare the wealth of natural beauty that surrounded me was. Out at the edges of Portland, Oregon, a lot of the land had yet to be developed. Zoning laws were very strict to limit sprawl and the pollution that comes with it.

When I stepped outside, my lungs pulled nothing but fresh air. Traffic was a dim hush in the distance. In the morning, songbirds chorused together. In the evening, when the sun sank over the hills, the stars peppered the night sky in countless twinkling points.

Today, you would say that we were "free range kids". In those days, before cellphones, nobody had heard of "helicopter parenting" and roaming the neighborhood was just how kids met outside school. Assuming we had no homework (which almost nobody had until they reached middle school) we were allowed to go anywhere our bikes could take us, under the condition that when we saw the streetlights come on at the end of the day, we came home.

Frequently, my bike took me around the corner and down to the bottom of a little valley, where a wooden footbridge crossed a meandering creek, leading to a great mountain forest forest of fir trees, with paths running through it. It seemed to span miles - I never did find the far end of that forest, as I would usually reach an impassible point where the trails turned back or came to a stop at a small clearing, speckled white, yellow and blue with wildflowers.

To me, that forest on the other side of Fanno Creek was Middle Earth, or Narnia, or Camelot. I howled like one of Wendy Pini's Wolfriders, and I searched (in vain) for the musical unicorns of Phaze. It was a place I could escape, imagining myself a daring explorer penetrating the lush ferns, or a naturalist, studying the complexities of an ant colony. Some days I was a "mountain man" (think Grizzly Adams), rationing out the fuzzy red wild raspberries I found and "fishing" in the creek with a hook-free string dangling from the end of a stick. In the hottest days of August, I removed my shoes and socks and waded up the chilly creek in search of its source.

I would also go there to cry. So few people trod those paths that it made a really great place to find solitude and comfort. It was a bad day at school that day, and I hiked up the hill to breathe in the scent of pine needles and wood rot, and write my some moody poetry in my spiral notebook. I chose a large fallen tree to sit on, and opened to a fresh page.

Until then all I had known of woodpeckers were from Woody Woodpecker cartoons, so when I heard the rapid thunkathunkathunkathunkathunka of a bird after its next meal I almost didn't believe what I was watching. It was female, and bore no resemblance to the rascal cartoon character. As I stared, it continued hammering away at the remains of the tree that had furnished the log I was sitting on.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had brought a journal with me, so I began to try to draw what I was seeing. When it pecked at the tree, it was nothing but a blur, so that is what I ended up putting to paper. Wood chips flew all around as it bore into the soft, rotting column. It paused occasionally, cocking its head one way and another watching for any sign of danger.

A recreation of the sketch, somewhat improved from the original.

My mood shifted with the distraction. The angst was abated, but time is short for someone so young, and the woodpecker was more patient in its pursuit of bugs than I was. I closed the book, stood to return home, and startled the poor thing off.

One of the principles of my religion today is the acknowledgement that all things are interconnected in a great web, and that what affects one affects us all... touch a single thread and the whole web vibrates. My time spent within small pockets of nature, like that forest, was one of the cornerstones of that affirmation for me.

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Ah yes more underfell sans sketches, like my anxious angry boi.

[ecllas]

                                           ⏤ meet ella

BASICS

name: eloise “ella” grace dawson

Age: 17

Grade: sophomore

House: seton

Cabin Room: cabin 2, room 1

How long have they been at Broadripple: a year and a half

Where are they from originally: boston, ma

Extra curricular: swim team member, women of broadripple, chamber choir

TRAITS

Positive Personality Traits: daring, imaginative, friendly, fun-loving, thrill-seeking

Neutral Personality Traits: romantic, inquisitive, book-worm, theater geek, fantastical, talkative, curious

Negative Personality Traits: impulsive, careless, immature, pushy,

FACTS

ella never wanted to attend broadripple. she was sent to the school due to her parent’s inability to control her rebellious behavior

the final straw for her parent’s was ella’s involvement with a rather unsavory young man, one too many nights sneaking out her bedroom window, and two one-way tickets to new york hidden in her blue journal.

ella is technically a middle child but was raised as the eldest. her older brother is a half-sibling from her father’s relationship with a woman proceeding his marriage to her mother. it’s something of a scandal and remains a tense knot in the dawson family dynamic. regardless, ella has always gotten along well with  both of her siblings. due to restricted contact with her parents and little brother, most of ella’s correspondence is with her older half-brother.

ella has always loved to swim. it was once a hobby that brought her and her father together. however, as ella has grown older her father’s expectations for her performance have also inclined. split between an unspoken and unrecognized desire to please her father and the uncompromising weight of his standards, ella’s love for swimming as faltered. she switches from being a determined and competitive teammate to a lax participant content to enjoy the pool as a recreational activity rather than a sport

it was not ella’s choice to participate in the women of broadripple club. her father’s strong encouragement ( what others may call threats ) pushed ella into dragging her feet into one of the meetings. although she wouldn’t otherwise admit it, ella actually enjoys women of broadripple, mostly when they listen to her obviously amazing ideas. while she might complain about how boring the meetings are, she genuinely enjoys the time she shares with the girls at her school.

ella’s deepest passion has always been books. ever since she was small she was an avid reader, perusing her father’s library and climbing on her mother’s lap so the two could spend the afternoon reading together on the parlor sofa. stories came to her with the same ferocity and ease. before she could write, ella was telling stories. to her older brother, her younger brother, her parents, to the trees in the backyard, students on the playground, and her darkened ceiling in the middle of the night. her mother still holds on to a spiral notebook filled with ella’s first attempts at ‘stories,’ a jumbled mish-mash of letters that didn’t form real words, but ella would fervently assure were telling a story ( and thus would promptly rehearse her most recent magnum opus )

ella attempts all genres but her most frequent is fiction. although, as of late she has made more attempts at poetry and a few meager attempts at song writing at the encouragement of her swim captain, damian fitzgerald.

ella lives for the rush. it prompts her reckless behavior, rule breaking, and frequent ‘explorations’ out of the dorms ( or cabins ) after lights out. it also fuels her love for acting and theater. although she doesn’t have any lofty aspirations for becoming an actress, she lives for the opportunity to perform on stage, study a character and embody them for an audience. she considers it a study for her own literary pursuits as well as a hobby she can enjoy shamelessly, as her father has been content to keep his hands out of it.

HEADCANONS

ella’s favorite artist is Daughter. don’t even get her started on it because there is a high probability it will make her emotional. she actually owns all the CDs daughter has released and keeps them in a decorative box under her bunk. an ‘emergency stash’ in the unfortunate case of a zombie apocalypse that takes out her spotify account in the wake of complete fallout.

ella has a favorite bracelet. she is almost never seen without it, although she will occasionally put the bracelet in the pocket of her backpack if teachers are being especially obnoxious about the dress code. it has an adjustable wrist with a silver sparrow figure.

ella always, always has her light blue moleskine journal on hand. it’s messy, filled to the brim with sketches, quotes, lyrics, ideas she haphazardly wrote on the corner of her chemistry notes, pictures etc. the original strap is worn down with use and as a result ella has macgyvered an additional ribbon onto the journal to keep it secure. it is her most prized possession. she is very secretive with its contents and will go out of her way to keep it hidden from prying eyes. she can often be seen hunched over it, scribbling away, far more involved with the world she is creating on the page than the one surrounding her.

her favorite food is cinnamon rolls. rather than eating cake on her birthday, her mother baked a pan of home made cinnamon rolls drizzled with creamy icing. the closure of the copper kettle was particularly devastating because it meant the loss of the best cinnamon rolls in the area. sure, the local bakery had decent enough cinnamon rolls, but they were never quite as good. as a connoisseur of cinnamon rolls, ella holds her opinion on the subject in high regard.

ella deeply enjoys singing but is rather shy about it. while she may participate in chamber choir, she’s more a supporting vocalist and little more. despite every aspect of herself being unabashed and open, ella is very secretive with her singing. the only time she has ever had any form of ‘solo’ was with damian fitzgerald after a night of drinking. although she looks back on the event with some embarrassment, it has encouraged her to try to be a more confident performer and incorporate singing into more of her creative works

the transition from the dorms to the cabins has caused a bit of a shift in ella’s writing as of late. with so many strange occurrences piling up, ella finds the subject of her prose leaning towards macabre portrayals of hungry, consumptive woods and sudden vanishings. although ella has playfully teased freshman with a few spooky variations of the edith lynch tale, she mostly only ‘believed’ in the story because it was more exciting than letting it be little more than small-town folklore. now she finds herself leaning into the rumors more and more, although her motivations are rather self-serving, seeking inspiration for her writing and other projects rather than genuine concern.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RETREAT

What do they think about The Retreat? 

Ella has mixed emotions about the retreat. she’s excited to finally have an excuse to be off campus, but bemoans the lack of wifi and other luxuries she’s always taken for granted. in spite of being a self-proclaimed lover of adventure, she has little experience with camping. she has enjoyed day-hikes, but long stretches of time in cabins is very out of her element. family vacations included hotels, European cities and sandy beaches, not centipedes, several students to a room, and mosquitos. there are times where ella enjoys and thrives in the environment, making the best of her situation, clowning about with her peers, or digging into her writing. there are also times where she wishes she could cuddle up in her air-conditioned dorm room and binge-watch avatar: the last airbender on netflix with wendy sanderson without risking a spiderbite.

Do they have any previous experience with camping or other outdoors?

ella has 0 experience camping. she has gone on day-hiking trips and brief vacation to mountain resorts, but it has always been a very upscale experience.

What does their cabin bunk look like? How will they decorate their space?

ella decorated her space as much as she could to make it feel like her own. she has pictures and quotes pinned up on the wall along with a few glow-in-the-dark stars ( each with their own made-up constellation ). she strung up a few paper lanterns from her dorm room and always has a flashlight handy for late night reading under the covers. above her bed, either on the ceiling or the bottom of the mattress above her, ella has secured a tapestry of the night sky. as an individual with many books, she’s had to be creative with her storage. she has one ‘shelf’ she made out of command hooks and a cloth bag that contains her ‘current reads’ and rests on the wall closest to her head. the others are stored beneath the bunk or in a duffle bag.

Do they believe in the supernatural? To what degree?

ella believes in mermaids, aliens and changelings more than she believes in demons or bigfoot. and even then she believes in them in a whimsical, day-dreaming sort of way rather than as a scientific pursuit. in a sense, she ‘believes’ in things because of how they make her feel rather than genuinely believing in them. she doesn’t want to prove such things exist. she finds far more enjoyment in the mystery of it all. that being said, recent events have shifted her perspective a bit. although ella plays it cool, she is unnerved about everything going on in her school. although a rather brave girl, being in the woods has shaken her more than she initially thought. for how much she’s fantasized about running off into the darkness herself, now that she’s halfway there she’s beginning to doubt her willingness to leave the security of four brick walls and a sturdy gate behind.

Are they easily spooked?

not exactly. in fact, ella is more likely to investigate something ‘spooky’ rather than flee. if another person scares her, she’s more likely to react with laughter and teasing than to be upset. but she does get spooked by strange shadows or sounds, often enflamed by her overactive imagination. she just choses to face her fear as an opponent rather than flee from it.

AND FINALLY

A very dumb but (hopefully) fun quiz made by your admins, please share what result you got

“the lord will protect me from any evil” !!!! I have no idea how this bitch got it, but somehow she did?? guess god is also a fan of cinnamon rolls, reckless endangerment and a rad story.

[detectivejigsawpines]

Ford vs His Family-part 2 (A pariah in his natural habitat)

The next day, Ford once again felt like a ghost wandering around what used to be his house, but for entirely different reasons.

It was made clear to him from the moment he set foot upstairs that morning, when he’d finished sealing and in other ways securing the rift, that he was persona non grata.

Everyone either avoided or openly ignored him.  Even Wendy and Soos had apparently been informed of current events at some point; therefore he wasn’t greeted by Soos’s typical “Oh hey, Other Mr. Pines” when the handyman walked past him in the hallway, and Wendy, who already spent most of her time completely uninterested in him, appeared to be doing so with more...hostility than usual.  

The only person who acknowledged his presence at all was Mabel, and it was by giving him a few dark glares when she thought he wasn’t looking.  Dipper’s reaction was even worse: the moment Ford set foot in the kitchen where everyone else was eating breakfast, the boy picked up his plate and swiftly moved to the living room.

For a minute all Ford could do was stand there numbly-then, with an uncomfortable twisting feeling in his gut, he went to the fridge, grabbed an apple, and retreated downstairs.

Ford was definitely not sulking.

To the untrained eye, someone might assume that he was doing so, since he was hiding sitting in his study, at his desk, arms folded, glaring at nothing.

It would be a ridiculous assumption, of course-he was just lost in thought wondering where he’d gone wrong with Dipper yesterday, and what he could do to fix it, and feeling a slight amount of resentment over how unfair it was that everyone had suddenly turned against him.  Which was completely different from sulking. Because-because it just was, okay?

The boy's words echoed in his head, over and over:

“How can you do that to him?”

“You can keep your dumb mysteries.”

“She is not suffocating.  She’s my sister.”

“You could just stay with us until you earned enough money to get a place nearby or something, Grunkle Stan!”

Ford’s fingers dug into his arms, trying to make them stop trembling.

Of course the kids would ultimately side with Stanley.  He was the normal one who could actually fit in with other people, who could’ve been very popular in high school if he hadn’t hung around to annoy Ford all the time and be his personal bodyguard when bullies tried to-

For heavens’ sake, he shouldn’t be letting this nonsense get to him!  He had more important things to be worried about than his own bruised ego and the pettiness of two children-like the potential end of the world, if Bill got his greedy little hands on the rift!

...Which had been securely covered in sealant, and was unlikely to be broken even by a blast from a science fiction-type laser cannon (he knew from experience that that was more probable than you’d think).

Well, there was protecting the house from Bill’s influence to worry about-

No, no, Mabel had taken care of that by retrieving all that unicorn hair for him.

Ford, unable to sit still any longer, got up and started pacing around the room, trying to lose himself in calculating the digits of pi, which sometimes worked for clearing his thoughts when he got too worked up.

This time it did nothing to drive away the image in his mind of the hurt that had been in his nephew’s eyes and voice.

********

The shunning continued every time Ford went upstairs over the next two days.

He almost wanted to pick another fight with Stanley, so at least somebody would be talking to him again and he could blow off some steam.

Idly the thought occurred to him that by now he could probably draw an accurate sketch of the back of his brother’s head from memory, since that was all he could see of him whenever he was in his presence.

He actually found himself doing so in his journal, before scratching it out in annoyance.  He threw down his pen and groaned into his hands.

It was becoming evident to him that he was never going to feel any peace unless he at least tried to clear things with-

He’d start with Dipper.

Yeah, that seemed easiest.

Try to talk to Dipper.

****

Tentatively, Ford stepped through the door into the main part of the house.  He peered around, and tried to guess where his nephew might be. The likely options, based on the time of day and his observations of the areas Dipper frequented most, were either his room, which meant potentially encountering Mabel, or the living room, which meant potentially encountering Stan.  He knew which of those options he’d prefer to handle; on the other hand, the living room was closer to his current position. On the other other hand, perhaps Dipper wasn’t in the house at all, and he should check outside for him before trying either of them-

Dipper stepped into the hallway out of the living room, about to turn in the direction of the kitchen when his eyes landed on Ford.

For a moment the boy’s shoulders tightened, before he quickly turned away, ready to continue his journey without acknowledging his uncle’s presence.

“Dipper, wait.”

He froze in the doorway, hands clenching into trembling fists at his side-but at least he was staying still for the moment.

Ford cleared his throat, and said before he could lose his nerve, “I-I’m sorry for what I said.  About Mabel. I-suppose I was projecting my own problems onto you two, and that wasn’t fair to either of you.  I’m sorry.”

Ford waited for some kind of response, hands tucked in his coat pockets.  Just when he was starting to think he wasn’t going to get one, Dipper said softly, “I’m not the one you really need to apologize to, Great Uncle Ford.”

Slowly he turned around to face him.  His expression was not angry or cold, so much as it was...resolute.

“Grunkle Stan messed up a lot of things for you, but he spent the next thirty years trying to fix it.  And you haven’t.”

With that, he turned back around and finished his journey into the kitchen.

****

Wha-trying to-

What does he think I was doing the whole time I was in the multiverse-sitting around and watching grass grow?!

It took Ford a moment to work through his knee-jerk anger and consider that maybe Dipper wasn’t talking about his trying to fix his horrendous mistake in trusting Bill.  Instead he was talking about-

No.  Never.  I have nothing to apologize for, all he’s ever done is get in the way of my goals!  He’s the one who should apologize to me for-!

Have you given him any reason to think you’d listen to him if he did?

Ford blinked in surprise at his own thought.  But...well, it was a shockingly valid question.  Maybe Stan didn’t think he’d accept an apology. Heck, Ford wasn’t sure if he was ready to accept an apology.

...But this was important to Dipper.  And maybe, deep down, several layers beneath his skin, it was kind-of sort-of maybe important to him too.

So, with fresh resolution in his heart, Ford went looking for his twin.

********

When it comes to the Pines family, sometimes you need to tell, not show, if you want to get something through their stupid stubborn thick skulls #$@&@%!(%)#@***($(@!-

*Deep breath, deep breath*

I'm okay now.

[lord-rosenth0rne]

“Jump Your Bones”

Apparently, Stan thinks the phrase ‘jump your bones’ is the equivalent of ‘they like you’ (well, he’s technically not wrong, but it means a bit more than that). He just heard Wendy say it one day about some celebrity she was crushing on and he just shrugged it off. However, it has a completely different meaning to Ford that might not end well. Old men should not be allowed to use slang they do not understand the meaning to.

(Imagine Wendy’s horror later when Stan uses it to describe someone he likes in front of her. She really doesn’t want to be the one to have to explain to him what it really means. One: Gross. Two: Stan will go into Dad mode and yell at her that she’s still a kid. )

This short drabble was a crack idea that me and @siro-cyll had that we couldn’t stop laughing at. It might be the start of something, we’re not sure. It’s written in Ford X Reader fashion (Though we all know who it’s about >w>) so it could literally be anyone. 

I also loosely based this after the kitchen scene with Ford from the Grunkle’s Dating Sim which we’re going to have to revisit soon. If you haven’t I suggest you do, it’s AMAZING! We’ve done both routes 100% and does it bring on the feels!

Nothing NSFW, despite the slang being what it is. This may lead to Paranoid Ford though XD He’s oblivious otherwise.

Stan appeared in the doorway with a sly grin as Ford continued to work on whatever project he had in front of him.

“So. How’d it go?”

“Fine. We made just enough cupcakes for what Mabel needed,” Ford replied, his full attention on a piece he had begun to solder to another. 

“Good. Good,” Stan nodded as he scratched at his chest. An awkward silence fell over the room, causing Stan to clear his throat. “So, did you make any plans?”

What followed was a long-winded explanation of a trap Ford was creating to capture Mothman in order to get what the cryptid owed him that bored Stan immediately. 

“Ugh, not that. Did you make any plans with them?” he thumbed over his shoulder.

“Them?” Ford blinked then realized who Stan was talking about. “Oh! I don’t believe so. Why?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re telling me you can’t see it?”

“See what?”

“How badly they want to jump your bones? It’s kind of obvious.”

Ford furrowed his brow.

“No, I’m pretty sure they don’t.”

“Uh, yes, they do.”

“No, they don't!”

“Ford, even a blind man can see that!” 

The six-fingered twin paused in thought then put a hand up to his chin. Did Stan see something he didn’t?

“You’re sure?”

“For the last time, yes!”

“Huh. They didn’t seem to be the aggressive type… I must be letting my guard down a little too far...” he muttered under his breath before leaning over to a drawer of his desk, opening it and retrieving a crossbow and bolt which he loaded into it with a sigh. “Better take care of this now then.”

Stan’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

“Whoa! Whoa! What are you doing!?” he put his hands out as Ford stood. 

“I don’t plan to just sit still and let them skin me down to the bone, Stanley. I’m at least going to put up one hell of a fight,” Ford raised a brow. Stan snatched the crossbow away from Ford and threw it out a nearby window. The sound of it going off and Soos yelping rang out.

“I’m okay! It just pierced the fat! … Might need to get it looked at.”

“Take the day off, Soos!” Stan yelled then turned back to Ford who gave him a bewildered look. 

“What in the world has gotten into you, Stan?”

“Me?! You’re the one who wants to kill someone!”

“Yes! The last time someone ‘jumped my bones’, they were trying to harvest my skin and organs to sell on the Galactic market!” Ford argued. Stan stared at him before slapping a palm to his forehead.

“That’s not what it means here, Ford! It means they really like you!”

“I-!” Ford started but stopped abruptly. “What?”

“Ugh, it’s just an expression. They. Like. You.” Stan said slowly. Ford just stood there, hand on his chin once again which made Stan scoff. “Geeze, I thought you were bad at this sort of stuff in high school, I didn’t think it would get worse!”

“And you’re sure it’s that they like me and not want to gut me alive?” Ford motioned both hands outward in a confirming manner. Stan continued to stare. 

“Better yet, forget I said anything. It might be safer for them if you just continued to be oblivious…” he shook his head and turned to walk out. “I need to get Soos to the hospital.”

“Wait, Stan!” Ford tried to follow while reaching out for his brother.

“Nope! I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, along with a lot of things I am proud of, but I am not going to be an accessory to the murder of an innocent. If they were crooked, it’d be one thing, but nah,” Stan called back. Ford pulled back into the room, his eyes now on the floor as thoughts ran through his head. 

“‘Jump my bones’...? What does that even mean if it doesn’t mean that?” he murmured. “There’s no way they actually like me. There has to be something else…”

Ford strode over to his desk, swiped everything off of it, then pulled out a blank sketchbook and started writing in it while running a hand through his hair. On the page he was on, he had sketched out a very flattering picture of you from memory along with writing asking suspicious questions about you. Alien? CIA agent? Demon? Once he was finished with it, he snapped it closed then slipped it into his pocket. He was going to get to the bottom of the situation even if you ‘jumped his bones’ in the end. He wanted to be ready.

[anistarrose]

To See The Unseen - Chapter 1 (Gravity Falls)

Summary: A tale of old money, occult artifacts, and a man willing to try anything for a chance to see his brother again.

Warnings: see note below

AO3

A spooky mystery for Halloween! This first chapter is set during the night in which Into the Bunker happens, but as you’ll see, things are going to start to diverge from canon pretty quickly. I'm expecting this to end up as 4 chapters, but that's not set in stone.

This fic gets a little creepy at points, but if you were alright with everything that happened in the GF canon, there shouldn’t be any triggering stuff. But just in case, there is a warning for dq rxw ri ergb hashulhqfh (Caesar ciphered because of spoilers for the end of the first chapter).

***

The twins had left him a note saying they were out camping with Wendy and Soos, and while Stan had to admit he was a little worried, he forced himself to set those fears aside. With all the possible campsites in Gravity Falls, there was no way he was finding those kids even if he wanted to drag them back inside to safety, anyways. He’d just have to trust Dipper’s promise from yesterday that he wouldn’t go looking for any more trouble.

And besides, it was one of those rare nights on which he could be absolutely sure that no one would catch him sneaking down to the portal, and it would be a waste not to make the most of it. He spent the first half-hour or so of the evening lugging heavy toolboxes and clanking pipes down the steps and loading them into the elevator, and as the sun began to set, he retired to his desk in the basement to leaf through the two new Journals — or rather, Journal 2 and his photocopies of Journal 3.

He’d skimmed them already, and figured out just about everything he needed to know about the portal’s actual operation, but he’d skipped past most of the details of what Ford had actually gotten up to over the years. Unlike Journal 1, which he’d read and reread until his head ached and his eyes stung, desperate not just for clues but also for even the vaguest semblance of his brother’s companionship…

He started with Journal 3 but then quickly switched to Journal 2, because Gideon had made fewer notes and doodles in the margins than Dipper and Mabel had, and while the kids were admittedly good artists, it hurt to see them commenting on Ford’s research completely unaware they were talking about their own uncle. Journal 2 also had fewer codes — apparently Ford hadn’t been too worried about anyone reading his descriptions of various cursed artifacts, even though by his own account most of those artifacts were so dangerous that he’d needed to get rid of them by burying them in the woods.

One particular item caught Stan’s eye, though:

Scrying Eye Compact

This compact mirror got me in a heap of trouble, and though it holds incredible potential for the advancement of my research, even I have to admit that it’s too unsafe and unpredictable to keep around. Had my Muse not given me a helping hand, I almost certainly wouldn’t even be here to write this warning!

I buried it back where I found it, beneath the southernmost stall in the Northwests’ unused stables behind their mansion. I don’t even remember the reason I had for snooping around a place like that in the first place, so hopefully no one will dig it up again.

But even now, I have to admit that the power to spy on anyone, anywhere in the world, is incredibly tempting…

Stan’s breath hitched. If he could spy on anyone, anywhere with the mirror… could he see outside of the known world, too? Could he see if Ford was okay?

He flicked a few switches on the portal control panel, and a progress bar popped up on the display. It would be calibrating for at least another week, maybe even more.

He couldn’t wait that long. Not with a chance to see his brother again right within reach.

Not daring to take the Journal out of the basement, he jotted down the mirror’s location on a scrap of paper and tucked it into his pocket. Upon reaching the first floor again, he threw on a dark jacket, slacks, and a pair of boots, then stepped out into the woods through the Shack’s back door, flashlight in hand as clouds drifted in front of the nearly full moon.

***

Though Nathaniel Northwest’s riding accident was tragic and untimely, he was survived by a daughter, Felicity Northwest, and a son, Eli Northwest, the latter of which went on to establish Pioneer Day in his late father’s honor…

“Ugh.” Pacifica slammed her head into her desk. “I can’t believe there’s still over a century of this stuff left to read…”

Normally, she enjoyed the days her parents were out of town, since the rules were always significantly relaxed when they weren’t around, but this time, they’d left her with homework.

“I won’t need to know Victoria Northwest’s second favorite color to handle the family fortune responsibly! I won’t need to know the specific species of woodpecker that Reginald Northwest got disowned for trying to marry! There are so many better uses of my time than this!”

She flung open her window and stuck out her head, ready to scream her frustrations out to the empty nighttime void, but a flicker of motion near the bottom of the hill caught her eye.

From inside the abandoned stable, a thin beam of light swept past the window once, then twice. It disappeared after that, but Pacifica swore that she could see a faint glow still coming from inside, as if the light was pointing in a different direction, but still on.

“It had better not be that hillbilly making a nest again,” she muttered, but she’d already made up her mind about going to investigate. If she got caught sneaking out and her parents gave her grief over it when they got back, she could always say she thought someone was planning to rob them — they were always paranoid about break-ins, on account of living essentially next door to Stan Pines. Hillbilly or not, the light in the stable was still a mystery to solve, and she’d take that over homework any day.

Maybe those Pines twins were rubbing off on her, loath as she was to admit it.

***

In all the rush, Stan had forgotten to bring anything to dig with, but as luck would have it there was a rusty shovel leaning against the wall in one corner of the mostly-empty stable. As he brushed the cobwebs off it, he wondered if it had once been Ford’s.

Unlike the slightly muddy ground outside, the soil on the stable floor was dry and firmly packed, and Stan quickly realized he was going to have to set his flashlight down and dig with both hands on the shovel. The whole place was so musty it was almost suffocating, with a faint metallic tang in the air.

It smells like old money, Stan thought to himself with a scowl. Gotta admit, Ford was in the right for snooping on these snobs. Only the Northwests, with money coming out of their asses, would abandon a perfectly good stable without even selling it or renting it out to anyone else once they were done with it.

Beneath his shovel, something clinked, and he froze, afraid he’d broken the very artifact he’d been searching for. But after brushing away the last of the dirt with his hands, he felt a cold, smooth, intact object beneath his fingertips, and he fumbled for the flashlight as he lifted his discovery out of the hole.

The closed compact mirror looked exactly how the Journal had depicted it, though Ford’s sketch hadn’t captured its colors. It was entirely silver except for two golden accents — first, the hinge connecting its two halves, and second, the long and skinny oval that bisected the top half’s circle. The silver was in need of polishing, but the golden slit gleamed beneath Stan’s flashlight as though it had never been buried beneath several pounds of soil and horse manure at all.

Looks almost like an eye with a slit pupil, Stan thought to himself, ignoring the chill that ran up his spine. Yeesh, it’s drafty in here, isn’t it? Maybe that’s why no one uses the place any more.

Poised to flip open the compact, he hesitated as an owl hooted in the distance.

He hadn’t been that careful about avoiding detection here, had he? He’d been so impatient, so desperate to confirm that Ford was alive — but he’d be no good to his brother if he went and got himself arrested now.

So he set off back through the woods, shutting the stable door behind him and grimacing at the sound of his boots squelching in the mud. For one moment, he froze, sure that he’d heard the whinny of a horse from somewhere behind him, but the noise — if it had even been real in the first place — was quickly drowned out by the sound of chirping crickets, and Stan figured that even if there was a security guard or ghost horse or whatever chasing him down, they wouldn’t be able to hear his footsteps if he couldn’t hear theirs.

Of course, leaving the scene of the crime was one thing, but he was far too nervous to wait until he got all the way back to the Shack to give the mirror a better look. He settled down under a tall birch tree, on a patch of earth that seemed drier than most, and crossed his legs as he pulled out the mirror. It still seemed cold even after having been in his pocket for several minutes, and Stan couldn’t help but harken back to Ford’s warning in the journal…

As he stared up towards the night sky, he could’ve sworn that from its position just above the treetops, the moon gave him an encouraging wink.

He opened the compact, and the chill spread from his fingertips up his arms.

Inside, only one of its two sides had a mirror. The other featured a circular portrait of a familiar bearded man, whose face Stan couldn’t place, standing in front of a grove of birches. Most of the picture was in either yellow or sepia tones, but the man’s dark red eyes seemed to flicker as they stared daggers at Stanley.

The mirror itself was even stranger, reflecting everything in grayscale except for Stan’s own face, which was a transparent, electric blue. But strangest of all was the way it called to him, and he just knew that if he let it pull him where it wanted, he’d be able to see anything he wanted to see, go anywhere he wanted to go.

From a distance, an owl let out a screech, but it hardly registered to Stan.

I’m ready to see my brother again, he thought, and the whole world melted into a monochrome blur.

He saw a pitch-black plume of smoke rise out of the portrait, red eyes gleaming with delight as an incomprehensible smile spread across its nonexistent face.

“Good on you, stranger!” it told Stan with a deep chuckle. “I was starting to doubt that you had the nerve to open it! Oh, thirty-two long years later, and I’ve returned once more to walk the earth…”

With a dark, smoky tendril of a hand, it grabbed Stan by the throat. “Hope you enjoy your stay in the beast’s mirror! I know I didn’t enjoy mine!”

On reflex, Stan aimed a punch as best as he could from his restrained state, but before his fist made contact, the entity disappeared in a flash of light. Stan was left all alone, floating in the air and staring at his hands —

His blue, transparent hands.

Something beneath him clattered to the ground, and he looked down to see the compact, having slipped out of the grasp of his own unconscious body. He saw his own face staring at him with a blank expression, completely devoid of color like the surrounding forest except for in his two half-closed eyes, which were glowing blue.

With a spectral arm, he reached towards his physical form, but it passed right through his own head.

The mirror had trapped him outside of his body.

***

Pacifica slipped past the butler with ease and made her way to the current site of the Northwest Stables, where she saddled and mounted Angel, her roan pony. There were other horses who would be faster, but Angel would be quieter, not to mention closer to the ground to facilitate searching for clues. (And to tell the truth, Pacifica trusted Angel the most — she was one of the older residents and more mellow personalities at the stables, unlike some of the younger mares who liked to get frisky.)

The two of them cut across the unused racetrack as they headed for the abandoned stables, Pacifica holding the reins in one hand and an old-fashioned lantern from the family heirlooms collection in the other. It was chilly for a July night, and with the wind blowing in her face, she was grateful she’d chosen to put on gloves and a jacket.

With a whinny, Angel came to a halt a few yards further away from the stables than Pacifica would’ve liked her to, and balked at all attempts to guide her closer. So with a sigh, Pacifica slid out of the saddle and approached the door on foot. It opened with far less resistance than she’d been expecting.

She held her lantern protectively in front of her chest, bracing herself for someone to leap out at her from the shadows within, but the stable stayed dead silent. Even as spooked and anxious as she felt, nothing inside looked alive, and the only motion she spotted came from the flickering orange flame of her own lantern.

The building had been out of use since long before she was born, so at first she wasn’t sure which details might be out of place — but as she made her way down the hallway and laid eyes upon the last stall, right next to the window she’d glimpsed the light through, her uncertainty immediately evaporated. There were no cobwebs covering the doorway, unlike every other stall she’d passed, and a hole had been messily dug in the ground, with the culprit’s shovel still stuck in the dirt and standing straight up just a foot or two away.

“Angel, we’ve been robbed,” Pacifica announced, bursting out of the stable and immediately mounting her pony again. “I don’t know what they stole or why it was even here in the first place, but if they think they’re going to get away with this, then they’re —”

As she guided Angel in a broad circle around the stable, a set of tracks in the mud caught her eye. In the lantern’s imperfect light, she almost mistook the footprints for her own, but at second glance, they were far too big, and led away from Northwest Mansion.

“Then away from the mansion we shall follow them,” Pacifica declared with a smile. “Angel, giddyup!”

I don’t know what’ll be better — the looks on the twins’ faces when I prove they’re not the only detectives in town, or the looks on Mom and Dad’s faces when I tell them that I never would’ve caught this robber if I’d been doing all that worthless homework instead…

They only followed the tracks for about a minute before Angel skidded to a halt, whinnying and shaking her head.

“Hey, what’s the matter? Did something — gah! Is that a corpse?!”

From his position above his body, Stan whirled around. “Hey! Northwest kid? A little help here?”

He began to float towards her, but Pacifica dismounted and walked right through him, pinching her nose. Unlike everything else surrounding Stan, Pacifica in her purple jacket and her lantern with its flickering orange flame were patches of color in a world of gray, but that didn’t seem to mean Stan could interact with them any more than he could interact with his own body.

“Wait… Mr. Pines?” Pacifica picked up a stick with a gloved hand and gingerly poked Stan’s unconscious body with it, watching as its chest slowly rose and fell. “And he’s still breathing and everything. Guess he just decided to take a nap in the woods on the off chance he’d scare someone who thought he was dead, huh?”

“C’mon, Pacifica!” Stan pleaded. He waved at her frantically, and for a split second, her lantern’s flame lit up blue as his hand passed through it, but Pacifica was preoccupied. “Please tell me you can hear me! I… I just need someone to get a message to the kids…”

Pacifica scooped the compact mirror off the ground, brushing the dirt away as she held it up alongside her lantern for comparison.

“Similar craftsmanship,” she remarked. “Guess he was trying to rob us after all, wasn’t he?”

“It’s not like you were using it!” Stan replied automatically, but once again, Pacifica didn’t seem to hear. “My body’s eyes are glowing blue, for crying out loud! You’re telling me you can’t see that either?”

Pacifica pocketed the mirror and mounted her pony once again, shivering slightly.

“Let’s get out of here, Angel. It feels like everything in this forest has been giving me the creeps tonight.”

***

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Thanks for reading, reblogs/comments are appreciated as always — especially predictions! I’ve had a lot of fun putting together this plot, and I’m very excited to see if anyone picks up on certain pieces of foreshadowing!

[ramblesanddragons]

I Want To Learn To Fight

Needed a small break from A Man Made of Stone and here’s a little late entry or week four of @stanuary while I play with writing style. The theme was fight.

Warnings: Some violence but nothing graphic.

AO3 link!!

“Grunkle Stan, will you teach me how to box?” Dipper says after a few days back in the shack.

“I mean I can sure but why do you want to?” Stan peers over his paper at the kid, he’s grown since last summer but he’s still not built like a fighter. Of course, Ford wasn’t either.

“It looked like good exercise?”

“Nah, if I’m doing it, I need to know why,” Stan folds the paper and looks the kid in the eye, “I’m not gonna judge you. What’s up?”  

“You’re not going to judge me huh?”  

“With this? Nah.”

“Okay fine,” Dipper gets closer to whisper to his grunkle, “It’s my noodle arms. I’m just tired of being so I don’t know...noodley.”  

Okay Stan can buy that. He stands and heads upstairs. “Is that a yes?”

“Come on kid we’re headed to the mall.”

Stan knows that his gloves are still way too big for the kid so he buys him some gloves (and pockets a bit of new tape for their hands.) When they get back home, they find some sort of decent space to learn. Between the elder twins, the younger twins, Soos, Melody, and Soos’ Abuelita the shack was pretty full. Soos’ renovations have done a great job of giving everyone a space (and got rid of a lot of the triangles) but they end up having to set up shop in a part of the lab. If Ford minds, he doesn’t say and goes upstairs to find Mabel with a pat on Dipper’s head.

Dipper pulls on the gloves and swings wildly. “Alright I’m ready!”

“No, you’re not. Come here and I’ll teach you to wrap your hands.” Stan starts by doing his own and then has Dipper try and copy. The kid is sharp and has it right by his second hand.  

“When you get into a random fight you don’t have time to wrap your hands. What’s the point of it now?” Dipper asks trying to get used to the feel of the wraps.

“To make sure your hands are in one piece when you don’t have the time. You mess up your hands and wrists here you’re screwed out there. Why are you worried about random fights anyway?”

“Just an observation. Anyway, I’m ready to hit things!” He says with a fire behind his eyes.

Stan laughs, “Not the way you’re standing.”  

A gentle shove immediately puts Dipper off balance so they start with lessons on a grounded fighting stance and footwork. As to not disappoint the boy too much Stan does let him take swings at his gloved hands before they call it a night. Dipper’s out of breath by the end.

“Look kid, I know this isn’t what you were expecting but I’m tryin’ to teach ya right. If you want to stop, I’ll understand. If you want to keep going though, I think you could throw a decent punch.” Stan expects Dipper to be frustrated, which he is, but is surprised by the boy’s smile.

“I should have figured I need to know the basics first. It’s okay I want to keep going. This was fun and I want to learn.”

Stan smiles back.  

Over the next few weeks, the lessons continue. Foot drills, hand drills, basic punches. The kid has always been bright and he may not get the practice of it right at first, he gets the theory down. Stan changes up his teaching a bit, does some reading and tries things out with the kid. What worked for him doesn’t always work for Dipper and he tries to figure out a way that does. Dipper really starts to shine when Stan starts talking about reading a situation and analyzing an opponent.  

One day after a good session the boys head back upstairs to find kitchen the same way it has been during these sessions, covered in papers of art. Ford and Mabel spend most boxing times drawing together. Dipper talks about the lesson while she shows off her art (Dipper and Stan fighting a giant robot) and they head to bed.

“Sounds like it’s going well.” Ford’s smile is soft. He’s adding details to his drawing (Him and Mabel as cats per her request) and stops to observe his twin.

“It is. He’s good. He’s ready to start sparing but I’ve got 200 pounds and a couple of feet on the kid. I know how to pull my punches but I don’t want to hurt him by accident. By the way I’ve been meaning to ask ya if you ever figured what got this boxing thing in his head?” Stan unwraps his hands and leans back in the chair.  

“Well he does admire you and I believe he wishes to strengthen his body for his own reasons.” Ford starts to talk while beginning a new sketch as Stan starts snoozing, missing most of what his brother says. Ford manages to talk his brother into actually going to bed and, afterwards, walks down to the lab inspired.  

“What the hell is this Sixer?” Stan gawks the next morning while Dipper laughs at it. In the lab is a 13-year-old sized robot made of gears and pillows.

“I made Dipper an adequate sparring partner. Programed with what I recall from our boxing lessons and it has an interface you can run much like one of Soos’ video games. After calling up Fiddleford for some input it should be ready.”

“AWESOME!” Dipper immediately goes to wrap his hands.  

“Heh. Thanks Ford.”

“You’re welcome.” Ford begins to walk up the stairs and chuckles as he hears Dipper say, “Hey, not the first time I’m fought a robot!”  

A few more weeks go by. Its Gravity Falls so the supernatural is everywhere and the Pines family is right there in it all. There hasn’t been that many repeats of last summer’s nightmares and Stan is thankful for that. With his brother around it’s easy to keep the kids out of trouble or at least help fight it off. Of course, one night everything goes to hell and it had to be Pioneer day.

Stan and Ford find themselves at one end of the town square when the screaming starts. People run off or jump into their covered wagons. A horde of shambling zombies our pouring out of the graveyard.  

“Ahh Dipper I hope this one ain’t on you.” Stan mumbles as he pulls on the familiar brass knuckles. Ford pulls out his pistol.

“I don’t believe he would do this twice, he told me how badly things went last year. Something else is wrong.” Ford fires and takes the heads off of three zombies while Stan crushes a fourth.

(They’d later discover that a small rift had opened in the grave yard and was leaking out necrotic energy from a dying dimension. Rifts that came out of nowhere were as annoying and common place in Gravity Falls as deer causing problems in the roads after the events of the summer before. Easly fixed but annoying as hell.)

“It’s fine,” Stan says as he bashes two zombie heads together, “We’ll just sing them dead again although you’re singing this time. I hope you still have that zombie bite cure somewhere Sixer!”

“I do but the victims of the bites still need to be in one piece for it to work Stanley. We must find the kids before they’re torn apart!” Stan’s punching becomes a little more desperate and wilder as they make their way through the town. Ford has a theory and Stan thanks God his brother is right as they round a corner and see that all of the kids made their way to the local karaoke bar.  

It’s a hell of a site. Melody and Soos are trying to break down the door, Pacifica is trying to break a window with her heels while Mabel uses a knitting needle, Wendy has he axe to keep one half of the zombies away, and (to Stan’s utter horror and pride) Dipper is holding the other half off on his own. His stance is flawless and he’s using his smaller, quicker size to his advantage. The elder Pines twins reach the kids just as Dipper knocks the jaw off of one of the monsters. These things are mindless though and it’s hard to read an opponent that doesn’t think. Dipper almost takes a bite to the ear as a zombie lunges low but Stan catches it and tosses the thing across the road. Dipper and Stan stand back to back as Ford ushers Pacifica out of the way and blasts the window open with his fancy space gun. He crawls in with Mabel and pulls Pacifica in too. Soos halfway tosses Melody in the window screaming, “Sing for our lives my songbird!”

“Okay?!” Melody yells back.  

It takes agonizing seconds for Ford to get the power to the bar going as the rest fight off the zombies. Stan’s about to toss the rest of the kids into the window and block the way before one gets on his back.

“Get off my Grunkle!” Dipper screams and drags it off of Stan. He tosses the thing and manages to get it almost as far as Stan’s zombie.  

Suddenly the music starts behind the fighters and it takes a few verses for Stan to recognize it. “Big boat keep on burnin’! Proud Cary keep on turnin! Swimming! Swimming! Swimming down the river!” Melody, Mabel, and Ford are having the most terrifyingly fun time of their lives as the zombies start to explode.

By sunset the town is doing clean up and the “Never Mind All That” law will be in full effect by tomorrow. The Pines have found themselves back home. Everyone else gets cleaned up while Ford orders a ton of pizza. Dipper makes as far as the porch before flopping onto the couch. Stan joins him.

“Look Grunkle Stan it wasn’t me this time,” Dipper starts.  

“Yeah I know,” Stan pats Dipper’s head, “You were incredible out there today by the way. I know I’m still tough on ya...”

“You’ve taught me how to fight back,” Dipper says as he pulls himself to a sitting position.

“Last summer after the first zombie attack, I wanted to learn how to do what you did but I was so caught up in... well a lot of things and I kept meaning to ask you but things kept getting crazier.”  

Dipper kind of smiles and looks at his slime covered hands, “I realized that maybe I could be smart and strong and if anything bad like last summer happened ever again I wanted to be able to fight it.”  

“It’s best to out think than outfight most of the time kid if you can but I get that. But why me? Ford’s become some sort of nerd outlaw in the past 30 years. You could learn from him?” Stan knows the kids love him. (That was one of the first facts he knew after waking up from the memory wipe.) He doesn’t know if he deserves it but he’s happy that they do. Oh, he knows that Dipper relates more to his nerdy brother, which doesn’t hurt Stan’s feeling. It’s important for kids to have someone to relate too doesn’t matter who. He loves Dipper always.  

Dipper lets out a small tired laugh, “I’ve always admired how hard you fight for us and I want to be like that. To be able to fight for my family.”

Stan beams.  

“It’s totally not because I want to spend time with you too. No not at all,” Dipper finishes with a study but not hurtful jab to Stan’s stomach.  

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. I just figure I can teach ya something useful while I’m stuck with you little gremlins. Now come on get cleaned up. You gotta eat and then get some rest. You’ve proven you’re past all the baby stuff. Lessons are about to get a whole lot harder starting tomorrow. Ya up for it?”  

“Bring it on.”  

[wordsbydorothy]

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.”

-          Stanza 24: You Are Jeff by Richard Siken

Morning Silence

Chris’ parent’s CRV had that distinct old car scent. It was a mix of Wendy’s fries that rolled under the seat, spilled drinks and sports bags that had accumulated over the years. I leaned the chair back, pulling my feet up to my chest. It was too late for us to be sitting on the Western Esplanade. Two other cars were in the lot, but too far for us to be concerned. In the distance, the light thud of bass from Arawak Cay whispered in my eardrums. I could taste the salt in the ear, but my eyes were focused on the way the ocean battered the shoreline. The waves were rough, hitting the sand over and over.

Three weeks ago I flew back from Atlanta to visit my family. For my own mental health’s sake, I made the decision to stay at a hotel. I loved my family but being alone taught me that the way my family interacted with me only stressed me out. My first night, I ate at hotel’s ramen restaurant, too afraid to walk onto the streets, mostly out of fear that I’d see someone I knew. It was too early. I needed to get settled first. The restaurant was mostly quiet. I saw in a corner, watching stray tourists walking past – aware that I too could now be considered a tourist.

“You straight?” The waiters voice pulled me out of my stare.

I nodded. “Yeah I straight.”

“Une been home in a minute, I could tell,” he laughed.

“That obvious?”

He raised one eyebrow as he poured more sake into my glass and walked away. Pulling out my notepad, I doodled for a moment, biting into an eggroll when I remembered I needed to eat. I was deep in sketching when an all too familiar voice echoed down the hall. I paused, knowing it was too late to pay my bill and escape, so I sat still, hoping I’d blend in with the wall.

The waiter seated Chris and his family directly across from me, but on the opposite side of the restaurant. His sister’s laugh sounded the same as I remembered. I sketched for a moment, letting my hair fall into my face - an attempt to hide it but curiosity got the best of me. I looked. He looked back.

“You sure you good.” The waiter was next to me suddenly. He looked at me, then looked at them, then back at me.

“You know what, this een my business,” he said, leaving the bill on the table. I placed my card on top of it. It was my escape ticket, but I was too afraid to leave. So I sat. The waiter came and took my card but said nothing.  When he brought it back, I stopped him.

“Is there another way out of here?” I asked.

He looked curious for a moment. His eyes seemed to be in search of a story, but it was clear he wasn’t going to ask.

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “You have a good night ma’am, don’t do nothing too crazy ya hear.”

Closing my sketchbook, I took a deep breath and stood up, making my way towards the exit. As the gap between myself and his table started to close, I looked up once more. His eyes met mine and smiled this time.

“Alyssa,” he waved. His parents and siblings turned. Out the corner of my eye I saw the waiter pour himself a drink.

“Hi,” I whispered. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure I said it. He got up, walking towards me and embraced me, but I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. He pulled back, looking at me for a moment then took my hand and pulled me towards his parents. When we got close enough he let go, my hand flying into my back pocket.

“Good evening,” I half smiled.

“Mom, Dad, this is my friend Alyssa,” he said. I knew them already, but they didn’t know me. His brother and sister stared in awe.

“Nice to meet you,” his mom said. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Church,” his sister coughed. He ignored her.

“We used to work together at a firm in Atlanta,” he said.

“So we lying now,” his brother mumbled. He ignored that too.

Chris’ brother and sister knew the full story. For the most part, they took my side. His sister called him out when we were younger for not letting me meet their parents. His brother ignored him when he ghosted me. To some extent, I knew they liked me, but sibling loyalty was a boundary I refused to get in between.

“So you’re visiting,” his dad asked.

“No sir,” I answered. “I’m from here.”

“Oh,” he said. “Well it was nice to meet you.”

I nodded. In the corner the waiter was watching, shaking his head.

“You all have a good night,” I said, backing away. His father had gone back to eating, but his mom looked at me like she saw everything I was feeling. I turned quickly, walking towards the exit when I heard footsteps behind me and a hand grab my wrist.

“Wait,” Chris said.

“For what,” I mumbled.

“I- do you want to get drinks tonight? After I drop them home?”

“Don’t fucking do it,” the voice of the waiter called out.

I stared at him for a moment, about to turn away.

“Room 1172” I mumbled.

“Well Muddafuck,” I heard the waiter say as I turned the corner to walk back to my room.

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Last winter at the bar, we both agreed we would stay friends for a while. We went out and got drinks, we shopped together, ran the Beltline together in the mornings. Our friendship felt like it was growing into something real. But suddenly, he stopped answering texts. The silence came back and once again, it was just me, my cat and the Atlanta Winter.

It was 2:30am when he knocked on the door. I curled up on the chair unable to sleep when the sharp sound startled me.

“It’s me.” The text lit up my phone. I wanted to text back something snarky, something that said how annoyed I was with him disappearing on me. But there was something about the morning silence that advised against it.

The bright light from the hall felt blinding as I opened the door. He looked at me, his locs in a bun on top of his head, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

“Let’s go,” he said.

“Where?”

“You’ll see,” he answered.

I didn’t change. Walking through the hotel in a sports bra and some shorts felt strange, but at the same time it didn’t. His car was parked in front. The valet guys didn’t question or charge him, but I felt their eyes on me. I pulled my hair out of my bun to hide my face again, to avoid their boring eyes.

“Dis gyal can’t be serious,” I heard as the hotel doors opened again. Turning, I looked into the eyes of the waiter and burst out laughing, the sound echoing against the walls. It was a strange sound to hear early in the morning. He waved at me dismissively and I got in the car, thinking to myself that I really couldn’t be serious at all.

“What was that about,” Chris asked.

“Inside joke,” I said. He stared at me for a moment, then put the car in drive. Nassau at night was peaceful, atleast to the untrained eye. If you listened closely you’d hear sirens in the distant, the late night cruise ship pulling out of the dock, the honk from a driver upset at a pedestrian walking in the road or the steady thud of the night joggers. We passed Go Slow Bend and I stared out to sea. It had always been one of my favorite spots. There was something about the way it was beautiful but could be so deadly that attracted me to it time after time.

He pulled into Western Esplanade and rolled down the windows. He got out the car and I watched him, unsure of what he was doing. Pulling open the trunk I heard the sound of ice clink against a metal cup. When he came back, he passed me a cup that said Calvary Bible on it. I listened as the ice clinked against it, thinking back to memories I had of the place. It almost felt sacrilegious drinking whiskey from it. Then I thought of the way the youth leaders called me a whore. The way the people I called friends turned against me. The way church leaders told me I was ruining the men of the church. But by men they meant Chris.

“Do you not… drink whiskey anymore?”

“No, I do,” I said. “I’m just … thinking.”

“Of what?” he asked.

“Calvary Bible,” I answered.

“Oh,” his voice was light then, like he was tiptoeing into a room he knew he wasn’t supposed to be in.

We sat there in silence for a long while, staring at the ocean, the stars, anything but each other. The two cars in the lot left and then it was just us.

“You have a habit of ruining me,” I said. The whiskey had found a home in my veins, and I found strength in it.

“I- what?”

“At Calvary. You knew the power you had, and you let people say what they wanted. You made me the bad guy, and never once corrected your friends,”

“Im so-“ he started but I cut it.

“I’m not done,” I said. “You took so much from me and couldn’t stand up for me. Your parents don’t know me but all your girlfriends before and after me met them. Your best friend made my life a living hell. Then you disappeared. Not once, not twice, but three times. You promised me you wouldn’t leave this time.”

He was quiet then.

“You promised,” I whispered.

I chugged the rest of the whiskey then and got out the car, tossing the cup into the ocean. The waves pushed it against the sea wall and it clanged. Against the nights silence it was loud, echoing down the beach. I felt it in my bones, that echo. It felt like dragging nails down a chalkboard. So I screamed. I screamed against the waves crashing the shore. I screamed because I was in pain and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Then I turned, tears in my eyes and sat down in the car.

We were quiet then. Everything was. The ocean went still. The light thud from Arawak Cay had stopped. The sound of the windows going up startled me. Then his hand was on my knee. I stared at it, not sure what to think. So the whiskey thought for me. I pulled myself over the passenger seat and sat in his lap. Pulling his cup out of his hand and placing it in the cup holder, I looked at him. I looked at the man I knew I loved but shouldn’t. Reaching over, I cracked the window slightly then put my hand against his heart.

“I don’t want you to feel the way I feel, it would ruin you” I said. “This pain, it would kill you.”

Pressing my lips against his, I didn’t let myself think, I just let it happen. It was the only way he could understand what I felt. This was the only way to express the anguish that had made a home in my heart. First kisses turned to last kisses. I was present in my skin but watching myself simultaneously. For a moment it seemed there was no end, just a means for us to explain the way the words we could no longer say. When we finished he was in tears. They fell down his face like a torrential rain. He reached to cup my face, but I pulled away, shifting back to the passenger seat.

He does not move. He lies where he has fallen, and I stare at the orange light creeping up along the horizon.

- to love a church boy is to break your heart