#and then 'die' while the 'kids' grow and so on and on

[shanklin]

In a world where the belief of humans can create gods and deities, Stan dies from an infection soon after losing Ford.

It’s just a minor setback! Or so Ghost!Stan tells himself as he tries desperately to figure out how to touch stuff again. It doesn’t help that Ford warded most of his things against ghosts.

One day while practicing to become corporeal Stan comes across a couple of weird creatures [a gorilla wearing underwear? Unicorn made out of corn? A horse riding another horse? What?] ranting about Bigfoot and how stuck up she’s gotten ever since she ascended to godhood just because some crazy fanatics turned the hunt for her into a cult.

Meanwhile smaller szories and folktales like them are trying their hardest to survive. But peoples belief is fading and soon they will be forgotten and cease to exist.

This changes everything! Stan knows a great business opportunity when he sees it!

It’s almost too easy to abuse the system.

Religion has always been a scam in Stan's opinion. So he might as well turn himself into a god.

Good thing Ford did all the hard work for him by becoming the mysterious science man in the woods. All Stan has to do is to make himself visible long to create Mr. Mystery.

The belief of the townsfolk grants Stan enough strength to become corporeal and soon enough Stan opens his temple [tourist trap] for business. 

People pilgrimage to his holy ground, pay tithings [entrance fees] listen to his sermons [tours] and leave offerings [cash] in exchange for blessings [cheap souvenirs Stan tells them will bring them luck]. They even take little statues of him back home and convert others to believe in him as well. [It's a fun tourist trap why wouldn't you believe the owner exists].

Eventually he even gets his own priests [employees] to help him out.

In exchange for favours Stan also promotes the almost forgotten and fading folktales he meets. They quickly become his most loyal followers. Stan may have scammed his way into godhood at record speed but he still cares for the little guys. He’s saving their lives and they could not be more grateful. 

The other gods however HATE him but cant do anything about it because he's not technically breaking any rules.

With every new believer Stan grows stronger and changes.

His lies turn into reality. His souvenirs become actual blessed artifacts protecting the owners and Stan becomes one with Gravity Falls. Its true protective deity. Time has no meaning and throws up a barrier protecting his home. The same one Ford has already studied in the past.

And when the zodiac fails and Stan tells Bill that that doesn’t matter because Bill will die here, Gravity Falls rumbles with excitement.

Stan spins a story about the deity protecting this land and how they will not allow Bill to break the barrier or harm them any further.

All Stan needs for everyone to do is to close their eyes and pray.

“Stan, we don't have time for your ridiculous lies!”

“Just once in your life do as I say and believe in me, Sixer!”

The people of Gravity Falls have surprising faith in their local conman and so do the kids. With no other options left Ford closes his eyes and says a short prayer.

When he opens his eyes again the world is engulfed in blue flames and before him stands the young form of his brother surrounded by the real life versions of fake tourist attractions.

Stan puts on his holy knuckle dusters and grins. 

[lovelykil]

baby—

ᯓ killua (older ver.)

short oneshot

note; no proof read whoopsiesss

theres no denying the personality shift Killua has gone through over the years while being with you. Compared to his sixteen-year-old self, he was much more confident and open to things he usually wouldn't be open to.

maybe it was thanks to you, he didn't know. Although he's matured deliciously, growing out his fluffy silver hair like his father... his sarcasm and teasing never changed in fact, grew worse due to his rising confidence.

which brings us to now, after a day of babysitting Gon's sweet children, who all 4 of them surprisingly take after their energetic father... you and Killua plop straight onto the bed once the two of you get home. There was a comfortable silence that fell as both of you collected your thoughts from today. A few seconds later you retrieved your phone from your pocket and began to scroll.

"what a day hu-"

"I think I want kids." You immediately sprang up from your spot. You turned to Killua wide-eyed and full of concern. "I'm sorry WHAT?" You yelled. Killua's curious eyes landed on you as he laid on his back, he slowly sat up. "what?" he innocently questioned your response.

you continue to stare at him like he just said the most INSANE thing ever, well he actually did.

"you want KIDS??"

"yeah."

"how can you say that so CAUSALLY?" you yell once again, voice filled with utter disbelief. Killua looked away to ponder then shrugged. He laid back down but a little closer to your legs this time, "I just think little me's running around would be cute, you know?" He stated, nonchalantly. You looked down at him, hair dangling.

"as if I need another sarcastic asshole in my life."

Killua frowned, you grinned.

you laid back down in your spot, sighing in relief as your head hit the soft pillow. You grabbed your phone once again and ignored the conversation. Killua sat up and scooted closer toward you then laid next to your warm figure.

you feel a sudden weight on your shoulder and hands wrapping around your torso to move you. "why not just one, huh? His voice low and pleading rang in your ears. You felt butterflies in your tummy. Bad sign.

you attempt to shake him off with a groan, "not even one.." you respond. Seemed like he gave up for a few seconds, or was just planning something stupid to convice you in the few moments of silence.

he turned back on his side after lying down in thought and began messing with your hair, twirling your curls more with his finger. "can you atleast give me a reason why you dont want one?" he mumbled. You place your phone down, processing his question.

your eyes move around the room slowly in thought before answering. "we're to young." you flip over, facing him. He raises his brow, "I'm the same age as Gon and he has three kids we JUST looked after."

your brow also rose, "well go and break up Gon and his wife and take care of his kids." you smirk. The silverette was now the one looking at you like you were crazy, his judging expression made your laugh die out, quick.

you clear your throat, "sorry."

he decides to ignore your idiotic comment and contiune on about this topic, "we're financially stable. I don't see why we can't try."

you rub your face, groaing. "we try alot of times just with a condom."

you snicker at the 'joke' as you rub your eyes. when you placed your hands down you were met with an annoyed Killua. You clicked your tongue, shocked he didn't find your joke at least a little funny...

"c'mon that was funny."

"no, you're an idiot." he rolled his eyes.

you sighed loudly, turning on your back. You looked up at the white ceiling "I don't know Kil, this is a pretty big responsibility... I'm gonna need some time to think about it." Finally taking this seriously, you respond solemnly.

Killua sat up and crawled onto you, sitting on your lap with his legs trapping your sides. You blushed staring at him in a confused manner. He leaned down to your face, "you promise?" he whispered, softly.

you nod slowly. The boy smiles and proceeds to inch closer, soon you could feel his soft lips only inches away from yours. He noticed the way your lips curled into the cute smile he always adored when he leaned closer to you. It was then he knew if you two had a girl,

she would surely get your goregous smile.

you soon felt his lips crash into yours.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

Don Wei is also a deeply flawed man reacting realistically to trauma... foe better or worse, both block it out/repress the memory (remember how Molly had no idea what she was seeing, was she seeing the future or the past, etc., when she felt something was troublingly wrong with the Whizzing Arrow... Rick was going down the way Maya did.)

Don Wei knew he was too depressed and addicted to numbing his pain with alcohol, he was scared of hurting Eva, so he put her in boarding school.

Both avoided reminders of their trauma and blocked it out; Eva was young enough to repress the memory entirely (dissociative amnesia) by natural defense mechanism (also more common in females rather than males), whereas Don had to rely on alcohol to come close. Molly is absolutely her father's daughter, if she was old enough to drink, well...

"You know what they say, don't drink milk and drive!"

"Listen, pal, I already got a father!"

But while Eva continued to love her father from afar and cherished a photograph of the two, Don buried all memory of his family so even those working for him had no idea he ever had a daughter.

It's absolutely cruel that he never checked up on her, even when he got well enough to work—but clearly had done no work to deal with his trauma, continuing to be avoidant of the past, hence his sudden misogyny and hatred of female racers—he HATES the idea because that's how his wife died. It's genuine, though, because he also tries to sacrifice himself, refusing to let anyone else on the earth team fly instead of Rick, despite his lack of training, frail condition (the man's a toothpick, seriously), and advanced age... the other racers were clearly dangerous and highly skilled, they'e allowed to attack (but not intentionally kill...) the other competitors, Don was prepared to die in that race with his utter lack of skill!

"I was and I continue to be a danger for those I love. I couldn't have you near me. I couldn't risk harming you as well."

I remember Jordan being amazed Don congratulated Molly and wondering who this impostor was and what he'd done with the real Don Wei, but Molly says that this is the real Don Wei... that he'd gone back to his old self. (Of course, the reality wasn't quite so simple and he was calm because Rick was going to race again... or so it seemed...)

Honestly, people would more likely complain about Eva's age appropriate crush on the older Rick (even though he only ever saw her as his kid sister and protege—"little mouse" is the cutest nickname. ;_;)

It's a futuristic sci-fi racing show on the surface, and a timeless story of a family torn apart by trauma healing and growing closer together again at its very heart.

I love Molly a lot -- she's a traumatized teenage girl reacting realistically to said trauma, angry, impulsive, her mistakes get the people close to her hurt, etc, but man the discourse would be apocalyptic if this aired today -- traumatized teenage girl reacting realistically to said trauma, angry, impulsive, her mistakes get the people close to her hurt, etc

[venusasnb]

im still so confused how jutuls work when it comes to age and rebirth (????) like do they just down-age or make themselves look older with time to appear human and also how does no one noticed that they look the same every time and it looks like they're inbreeding or idk

[dukeofthomas]

My understanding of Jason Todd's age;

Jason dies when he's 15, 4 months before his 16th birthday. He is dead for any number of time; it doesn't count towards his age.

He's resurrected; he is in a coma for 1 year, then catatonic for another. He is then put into a Lazarus Pit. (These 2 years are practically useless, as he doesn't remember them and they contribute very little to the story. They could be condensed to 2 months and it would change basically nothing.)

He trains for about a year. You can then give him 1-12 months of prep and planning time before his debut as the Red Hood, and the story of UT(R)H, at which point he would be mentally 16-17, physically 18-19, and it would be (--) years after his birth.

[creative-hanyou-girl]

You guys know on how InuYasha, the few times he talks about it, badmouths his father and says he doesn't care to avenge his death when he battles Ryukoltsei?

I wonder if InuYasha starts to regret his mindset towards his father once he himself becomes a father. Or at the very least, he starts to understand his father better. Especially if you want to go by the Movie 2 canon where part of Toga's death was from protecting InuYasha and his mom.

Just makes me wonder if InuYasha looks at Moroha or any of his other children and has the thought that it'd break his heart if any of his kids felt resentment towards him like he felt for his own father, especially when everything he ever does is to protect them. And I wonder if it makes InuYasha start to look at his father's memory differently, now that he's a parent himself and would do anything and everything to protect his kids, even if it meant dying and leaving them without a father.

Not that he'd go and try to get himself killed, as he wants to actually be alive so they don't have to grow up like he did, but you know he'd sacrifice himself if it meant his children could live, just like his father did for him (according to movie 2).

I don't know, I just wonder if InuYasha starts to ever regret the way he looked at his father's memory back when he was a teen once he becomes a father to Moroha and starts to understand his father's actions as a parent now that he himself is a parent. Ya know what I mean?

[yikes-ajax-thats-sad]

People really think trust issues are just "aww they're scared of love" and it's like bitch no. Trust issues as in I'm deeply in love and the issue is I'm waiting for you break my heart after undergoing periodic abuse in relationships. I'm not scared of love I'm scared of what you'll do with it.

[forgechildofheph]

Is it possible to still like a character but dislike/feel iffy about their canon relationship/portrayal?

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

With unknown implications, abstractions stay silent, peace starts breaking, but we have no way to know.

An obscure night’s sign fascinates our unstable mind. Hey, have you still not realized? If you don’t even know their names, even now, the strange will harm you.

Ah, if I were able to speak about such a world, I would never be scared. But I still can’t fall asleep tonight, so I’ll keep wandering late at night.

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[dumb-of-ass-pure-of-heart]

*putting ur head in a nutcracker* Remember what it was like to be a kid? Hey trans people, remember what it was like to be a kid and have adults online talk to us in the way they were? Remember ppl in their 20s and 30s talking down on us? And calling us names? And being exclusionary? And wanting us to not be around them and telling us that we weren't activists and never would be because we were behind a keyboard? Remember when transsexuals and transvestites were telling us that us saying those words were slurs were reactionary as fuck when the nomenclature for trans people started to shift to transgender? Remember those people calling themselves Elders? Remember when they had no sympathies for us when those words were hurled at us as Children? Remember when they refused to calmly engage with us and acknowledge that they were just like us at that age? Remember when they told us that they had to go through it and we were ungrateful for how progressive things were? Remember how those people are still calling themselves Elders? Remember how they created a division between generations because we were scared and afraid and they refused to have empathy for their own childhood? Remember how they forgot what it was like to be us? Remember how they refused change around neopronouns, told us that if we used them that we were actively hurting older trans people, but now they act like they were with us the entire time?

You might embrace the words we recognized as slurs now as a part of your identity but don't you dare pretend that you weren't like the kids of today. You might actively identify as transsexual or as a transvestite (as do I bitch!) but that doesn't mean you weren't a little shithead too. And at the end of that all, the community fucking changed. And that's a fucking good thing.

But sure, put on your "protect trans kids" beanie.

[storm-driver]

Twitter fandom drives me insane, my god.

[johnmalevolent]

im thinking about trigun and suikoden 2 and damn... there are parallels in there

[neverendingford]

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[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

My gen 4 sim just aged up into a toddler and??????

Shes so fucking cute???????? I love her?????

[appalachiananarchist]

The other day, me and a few others were talking to a teenage cousin of ours who had just entered the work force full-time. Incidentally, he had also just come back from his week of vacation. He was incredibly upset and near tears, saying that it is terrible how he has to spend every day working and his only "life" gets to happen in his designated 1-2 weeks off per year, and, in his words, "then you die."

A lot of the people listening in started laughing at him and saying that he needs to "grow up and get used to it." How brainwashed do you have to be to say these things, especially to a kid in distress? And especially when the kid is right? He is absolutely, 100% right.

We have so much evidence that this set up is not healthy physically or psychologically. We could absolutely find better ways to ensure things get done without making people feel like overused machines. Everything we do as humans should be about making our lives happier and easier so that we can enjoy this precious little time we have. Everything we do now is instead about making the select few happier while everyone else suffers.

Don't "grow up and get used to it." Keep that youthful feeling of injustice when you realize how unfair it all is. This is not natural. People made society this way and we can unmake it.

[deadandwalking]

if teenage years are the best years of my life why am i apologising to the little girl in my head why am i fearing my family falling apart why am i failing to accept my bio family are not good for me why am i worried about grades and jobs and life why am i preparing to mourn my best friend why am i fearing growing old why do i miss what i never had why do i miss people who don’t miss me why am i disgusted by my own urges, wants and needs why do i cry over the things i love the most why do i seek comfort in fiction because reality is against me why do i fear the touch i crave why do i feel i am dying