Don't get my wrong, I love the Society of the Blind Eye with my heart and soul but in the back of my mind it always felt like a bit of a cop-out. Everyone except the main mystery shack gang has had their mind erased? Stan's easy enough, he's a master lier and con man, and convinced his family he had no clue the paranormal existed. A secret society believing his ignorance is easy to except. However, they probably would have heard about the convenience store (teenagers who post everything, remember?) And based off of Robbie's interrogation they knew that Dipper was involved and never came for him.
Therefore I propose:
The Society of the Blind Eye came for Stan long before the series started, and in a classic Gravity Falls hijinks fashion Stan got the upper hand and scared the Society so badly that they've avoided anyone from the Mystery Shack ever since. (Until mystery twins and co. broke in of course)
Cannon compliment, cool, and hilarious.
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I love a good hateread but man it sucks when snobs think that critiquing popular genre fiction makes them smarter than the ppl that read it
That belief ignores that novels, and all art, are a medium. Blank page, blank canvas, etc.
Assigning a singular True purpose to art is reductive, and kind of silly? If you can't understand "the purpose" of an art piece, that's fine. The artist might've wanted that effect
Or maybe, just maybe, that particular artwork isn't for you.
Yeah, I think a lot of books kinda suck, that happens with art, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't exist.
I'll rant to friends, and not read more from the author, and commiserate with fellow haters. But it is not stupid to read, to find enjoyment in what others mock.
Cringe is dead, indeed.
Beyond that, the True Art idea doesn't take into account all of the ways, all the reasons, books and art are consumed.
Often, people know their fave books aren't "high art", but they still read them! After a long workday, during their rare free time, bonding with friends, or just for fun.
It actually takes quite a lot of mental energy to read and process a lot of Literature. And the themes can be a fucking downer, not everyone wants a 600 page character analysis of a horribly broken person spiraling further.
There's a reason why I am still trying to finish this fucking Dostoevsky, yet have read so many cute queer romances between attempts.
Idk man, don't hate the player. Hate the game!
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i love webnovels because they can trick me into reading a whole book even during times when i would not be able to make myself read an actual book-book. which is not to say that webnovels aren't books? just that it's different when the text is in my browser, somehow
yesterday, instead of going to bed after i had finally finished reading copy/paste (a series of 3 short stories rather than a novel), i somehow started reading time to orbit: unknown as well and simply kept reading until i was so tired my body forced me to lie down Right Now Immediately without brushing my teeth. whoops.
12 hours of sleep and half a day of normal activity later, i am now back to reading!! i have no idea how long that story is or if it's finished yet or anything, but i'm on chapter 36 and highly recommend it
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What is Love?
Picking Yuuji up from school was not a rare occurrence. On the other hand, picking Yuuji up from school while accompanied by Sukuna was a rare occurrence.
Kids are flocking to you like birds, asking if you were Yuuji's mom, and who that creepy man next to you was — this all reminded said creepy man about why this was a rare occurrence, and how it should stay one.
The final straw for Sukuna snaps when a little boy, probably around Yuuji's age, approaches you with his hands behind his back. "Hi, you are very pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?"
You looked a bit taken aback, before remembering this was a kid talking to you, and kids could be quite . . . odd. "Um, thank you! You are very sweet, but, I already have a boyfriend."
Sukuna smirks to himself, a smug expression painted on his face.
"That's okay. I have two girlfriends; you can have two boyfriends," the kid giggled. "He doesn't have to know."
At this, Sukuna glares at the little boy, fully prepared and ready to beat him up, but he halted, as you placed a coaxing hand on his arm.
"Umm—"
"Here!" The boy shoved a daffodil into your hands, it was covered in dirt and had a few missing pedals.
"Oh! This is—"
"I picked it up from over there," he pointed a little finger across the school. "It's pretty. And you're pretty. So it's for you! Hehe, pretty flower for pretty lady."
Just then, Yuuji came running out of the school's doors — backpack aggressively shaking and threatening to fall off of his little arms — and into your arms, well . . . legs actually. But he demanded to be in your arms.
"Up! Up!"
"Okay, Yuuji." You hoisted him up and he immediately went to bury his face into your neck, calming down from his hyper-ness when he breathed in your perfume.
"How was school, baby?"
"It was so fun! I missed you though." You felt Yuuji frown in your neck.
"Aww, well I'm here now. Let's go home, kay? Then we can make up for the time you missed me, how about that?" You rubbed Yuuji's back.
"Okay!"
Unfortunately for the other boy that was still staring up at you — and now Yuuji, too — he was long forgotten by you. Your full attention now on Yuuji.
When the pink-haired kid is finally in the car, after wrestling to not be strapped down by the seatbelt, he immediately goes to working on an assignment. Strange, you thought, looking back at him through the rear-view mirror. Yuuji hates homework.
This continues when you three get back to the apartment. Yuuji immediately slips off his shoes and takes off to his bedroom, assignment and pencil pouch in hand.
You turn to looked at Sukuna, "I thought he wanted to play first?"
Sukuna shrugged, not knowing what his brother was up to, "He's a weirdo, you know that."
You frowned, "I'm bored."
"I know a way to pass the time."
An hour later, you exit your shared bedroom — planning to start on dinner — just to find notes and drawings all over the apartment. On the floor, in the potted plants, on the coffee table, shoved in crevices on the couch, everywhere.
Picking up a few piece of paper, you find yourself reading:
"Deer Y/N,
You are so nise to me.
You are very good at macking food.
I love you!"
"You are so amazing!"
"I love you so mutch!"
"Y/N is good and nise and prety."
Some drawings even depicted you and Yuuji holding hands.
While eating dinner, you decided to question a very smiley and giggling Yuuji, to find out that he had an assignment to show his appreciation to someone he loved.
Most of the notes were only directed to you, but some of the drawings had Sukuna too. The rest of the evening, Yuuji spent telling you and Sukuna how much he loved you guys. Quietly, and going unnoticed by Yuuji and you, Sukuna reciprocated his brother's affection.
A/N: loosely based on this ask — this was supposed to be wayyyy shorter, but i got a bit carried away
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