#circuit fry

[mewziesart]

a bit of a silly post today, theres some ponies in your files!!

ocs: circuit fry and futura sound 🩵

[sage-nebula]

It happened, as things so often did, like a bolt from the blue on one of Pacifica's rare days off from work at the diner.

It was the height of summer and so hellaciously hot, even for—no, especially for Oregon. Having lost access to the private pools and yachts after her father's investments into Cipher capital during Weirdmageddon four years prior, Pacifica found herself at the Gravity Falls community pool, lounging on a pool chair after layering SPF 50 on her skin, and silently telling herself over and over that it was always morally correct to block her parents' numbers on her days off, and that her father probably hadn't yet found where Pacifica's pet rescue opposum, Susanna, had hidden the bell yet, so there was no need to worry.

(Pacifica had rescued Susanna from the diner kitchen two summers ago, when she was fourteen. Susanna was technically a male oppossum, but something about him reminded Pacifica of Lazy Susan, so Susanna he was.)

But it was at that moment that deep laughter followed by a higher pitched "shut up!" and even more laughter from both voices broke through Pacifica's inner mantras. She opened her eyes to see that both of the Pines twins, having once again made their yearly visit to Gravity Falls, had also chosen to visit the pool that day.

Pacifica swallowed hard.

For all that she had tried to deny it even to herself in her tween and early teen years, by now Pacifica had long since accepted that she found Dipper Pines attractive. It was impossible not to, with the way he came back taller each summer, his shoulders increasingly more broad as he grew into the physique promised by his great uncles (or his Great Uncle Ford, anyway), a little stubble that he "forgot" to shave always left around his chin, and his sideburns. Oh, his sideburns. Pacifica hated how much she loved Dipper's sideburns. It was beyond cringe, and the only other living soul who would ever know about her crush was Susanna, but Pacifica Northwest did indeed have a crush on Dipper Pines. She knew, and accepted, this about herself.

But then, on that hellaciously hot summer day at the community pool, Mabel Pines took her sweater off right in front of Pacifica's eyes.

Mabel pulled her sweater up over her head, and it was as if time slowed down. Mabel's arms were just as toned and strong (if not maybe a little more toned, the way the sunlight hit her muscles) than Dipper's. She had been wearing a bikini under her sweater—a pink one decorated with stars that fit her perfectly—and her thousand watt smile revealed she'd finally gotten her braces off to reveal a set of dazzling teeth. And when she tugged her hair free from her ponytail, it swished around her in a cascade of long, brown waves.

Dipper had thrown his tanktop onto a pool chair, and Mabel followed suit, throwing her sweater and hair tie on top of Dipper's shirt. But as Dipper was in the middle of saying something (they were too far for Pacifica to hear clearly), Mabel whipped back around with devilish speed and shoved him straight in the pool.

Mabel laughed uproariously as Dipper came back up for air, sputtering water and shaking his sopping bangs from his eyes. But he was only off guard for a second, and Mabel's mirth kept her off hers for longer. Dipper grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers around Mabel's wrist, yanking her in headfirst after him. Just as Dipper had before her, Mabel resurfaced immediately, though she had to use both hands to shove her curtains of damp hair out of her face. But her smile was just as impish as Dipper's own, and within seconds they were splashing each other, shrieking and laughing as they caused the biggest ruckus the pool had seen all day.

And as she watched them play, the water making their skin glisten and their smiles making their eyes sparkle, Pacifica felt a swarm of butterflies in her gut and a flash of heat in her face that had nothing at all to do with the summer sun above. She curled in on herself in her pool chair, and tugged her sun hat down over her face.

"Oh no."

[tracfone]

Hope you all left milk and cookies out for glabdos portal for pride month

[billfarrah]

We’ve all noticed how Thomas’ love language is full and multifaceted - he expresses his love for Varian through words, touch, and looks, but especially looks. He’s always looking at Varian.

Varian, on the other hand, doesn’t allow himself to look, and isn’t capable of expressing his feelings in words. That leaves him with touch and god damn, do his hands speak volumes of the depth of his feelings for Thomas.

[stinkythehutt]

tw suicide but imo if anakin had gotten everything he wanted on mustafar - ie padme with him, obi-wan and palpatine dead, twins safe, ruler of the galaxy - i would give it approx. 3 days and a couple hours of sleep before the reality of what he had done set in and he killed himself in a spiral of rage and shame. tbh

[another-corpo-rat]

no matter how many times he does it, whenever Kurt crosses the room with his Sandy to hug Vic from behind she's always like

[sansevieraa]

i keep getting boothill on my page and if he isn’t careful his ass / gas pedal / usb port is NOT gonna be safe

[byanyan]

ok more 'icons only' answers after dinner bc i'm officially overstimulating myself trying to answer them between gaming & trying to figure out what's going on as my evening gets shuffled around weirdly akjshfds

[ozymoron]

i hate the idea that i see a lot in the art community on youtube of like having to get good in a fast efficient way like "get this good (pointing to a drawing done by a grown ass man) by 17!" "1 week fast schedule to getting good at drawing muscles!" "STOP DRAWING LIKE THIS NOW AND START DRAWING LIKE THIS INSTEAD BEFORE YOU RUIN YOUR ART" like dude noo you are not a machine you are a human being youre allowed to go slow and take your time and make mistakes i am shaking you i am shaking you

[loveoaths]

i think about the droid/automaton temple guardians a lot. like--

they aren't alive, but they aren't not alive, either. they have varying degrees of sentience. they remember the jedi, some of them outlive the purge, knowing the jedi are gone save for whatever knowledge they've squirreled away in their memory banks.

cator, the droid guarding the jedi temple archives with jocasta nu, had a personality. he was serious about protecting and sheltering the jedi's knowledge and their history, so dedicated that he stood up to darth vader in an attempt to keep the list of force-sensitive children safe. sure, it was in his protocol to guard the archives, but he didn't have to care, or love it, or want to do this; we see many droids across star wars who do not give a single shit about their programmed duties, while still executing them.

but cator works hard, diligently and carefully, because cator loved his work, and he loved the jedi.

T0-B1 loved his jedi master so much! and his master loved him so much that he powered T0-B1 with the kyber crystal from his lightsaber! of course jedi wants to be a jedi. of course he wants to fight and protect and preserve life, not because he was programmed for it, because he wasn't, but because he wants to honor the man who gave his life to save him -- him, a "meaningless droid"!

then there are the tomb guardians on zeffo.

thousands upon thousands of years they've stood guard over the secrets of their creators, a species so powerful and gifted with the force that they were their own undoing. do the guardians know they're guarding tombs, or do they believe their masters will return some day from the other side of the veil, and the guardians will be there, waiting, stalwart sentinels ready to welcome them home? if they do know, did they mourn? could they have walked away from their posts but instead chose to stay, to keep the zeffo graves from being desecrated, because they'd rather the world forget their masters than allow them to suffer indignity?

did the guardians love the zeffo? surely they must have, without question.

the real question is: did the zeffo who whispered metal ore from the stone and gave them shape, gave them sentience, gave them purpose, love them back? they must have, in the way we all love the work of our hands.

but perhaps the most pressing question is:

long after their circuitry should have degraded, their power cores cracked and dripped empty, their shiny metal carapaces rusted off like so much disease -- what could it be that keeps these machines moving but their love for those who no longer exist anywhere but their memory?

how could you not love and be loved by something that made you, purposefully, in its image?????????

[mewziesart]

im gonna do a lil new oc drop, bc i made and got a bunch of new ones

this is cherry wood! shes bright blossoms mom, and she makes drinks out of the yummy fruits in her village.

these are loopsie daisy’s parents! molly dusk makes shell jewelry, and sea breeze is a surfer.

then we got circuit fry! my new gir pony

and berry bomb! a guitarist for a pony band im working on

and lastly, sunshine ray! shes a meteorologist, but also a self insert for shipping with rainbow dash, bc cringe is dead and i am alive

[automatonknight]

so fucking hot today. not cool

[petals-and-all]

I hope you feel better soon, Charles! I wish you nothing but the best of health. Rest up as best you can.

Thank you, dear anon ! [:

Side note to everyone reading this; take good care of yourself ! Think about those cells in your body working hard for you [:

[soyellowcurtainsthen]

I can’t stop thinking about this but why do the humans in robot uprising movies never use water guns as weapons

[patrice-bergerons]

Anyway now I'm going to go rotate the same post canon james h/c scene from the best thing about this town in my mind until I fall asleep

[verityblack]

Really really hoping our air con is fixed before summer properly hits ,, thank god it’s only spring rn and the weather isn’t too bad to live without a central heating/cooling system, but it won’t stay like that for long