#thanks for sending me this ask it is fun

[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Hi! How good is each member of Team Bucciarati at doing backflips?

Hey anon! I wonder who you are!

Giorno: has never tried to backflip but would be very good at it if he ever decided to do one.

Bruno: only good if zippers are involved, this man has tried to do a backflip without using his zipper ability and landed flat on his back like a pancake

Abbacchio: would probably break his back if he tried.

Mista: he says he can do them, but he actually can only do them on a trampoline. Gets super nervous before starting. But he can definitely do them.

Narancia: the best backflipper, does backflips everyday! The backflip master. Learned to do backflips by listening to snoop dog, his music caused Narancia to be able to backflip instantly.

Fugo: he really wants to be able to do one but can’t quite get it right, hits his head every time.

Trish: can do one but doesn’t want to mess up her hair.

[peace-hunter]

Hi! I love your Ghost Primes with Optimus AU! It’s so good.

I have a question though, do the Decepticons know that Optimus can see the 13 prime ghosts or do they just get increasingly confused each time they fight?

Thank you for the lovely artwork!!

oh they Know something funky is going on for sure lmao

a little more serious answer: they can tell something is going on with optimus and they desperately want to pretend it's not. they don't want to know how he's aware of things he shouldn't be, how he knows stuff that should have long been forgotten, how he seems to be more familiar with them than he should be. how sometimes he speaks and it's like the dead are talking through him. how sometimes he will answer to empty air and somehow they can just tell what he's responding to. who he is talking to.

they Know. and they really, really want to pretend they don't.

they already carry the guilt of failing them once. the idea of doing it once more is unbearable and they'd rather deceive themselves than face it. they'd rather their friends stay dead and gone than think of them seeing what they've become.

haunted au

[craske]

What if SMilk's hair was still messed up despite it not making sense for his character, because deJammed his hair does the cartoon-character-with-poofy-hair -thing where if they try to "tame" or flatten it, it just poofs back out?

(Bonus: If it needs a reason to do that, one idea I had was that maybe it's because his hair is usually (so with Jam) "drenched" in magic, and when he loses that his hair gets frizzly, a bit like what happens if one lets their hair dry after swimming in saltwater)

(Of course, this is just something silly I thought of and decided to use as a fanart opportunity. Regardless of whether you vibe with the idea(s) or not, I hope the art is enjoyable :3 Love the AU, and love this pathetic wet cat of a guy!)

thats such an awesome idea i LOVE IT!!! magically maintained appearance, of COURSE he would do that

and the possible explanation behind it is so cool too, itd be very fun. i had a very similar idea actually!! that his hair is so covered with enough magic and actual shadows that it looks nothing like hair at all when he is his normal self (hence it moving in tandem with his emotions, not to mention the eyes in its dark parts). so yeah now that the magic is mostly gone, so is that shadowy coat, leaving his real hair visible to everyone + also much more difficult to actually deal with

thank you for these lovely drawings!!! ive been looking at them all the time and kicking my feet, theyre great!!! and im really happy to hear that you like it!! 🥺🥺🥺

[whalesharkstho]

(sorry if this sent twice, it seemed like my internet shit itself)

Your Jazz art has been so inspiring for me, it's been helping me through really dark times rn and just seeing my favorite guy done so much justice and in such a fantastic style makes things feel less hard. Thanks for posting sm and hope you know you'll always have a fan ❤❤❤ (might be able to convince my aro ass to even ship jazzop but we will see lmao /silly)

ahhhhh this message is one i’ve been staring at for a while it’s been making me giggle and kick my feet i’m SO very glad you like how i draw jazz!!! he’s my fave bot to draw and i’m very very happy my art is bringing you a sense of joy!! it’s genuinely all i desire as an artist for people to be happy when they see my work

anyway, here’s a jazz doodle for you!! i’m wishing you well and i hope things get better for you but in the meantime know there will be a pretty much endless well of jazz content from me X]

[babyboywilson]

do you think poker night would be a domestic thing if hilson got together or would house kick him out of the apartment once a week just to be a dick

poker night starts out domestic. it starts with house’s legs propped up in wilson’s lap, wilson using his free hand to trail fingers up and down house’s shin and drawing silly patterns against the material of house’s jeans; occasionally slipping fingers under the hem of the jeans to graze fingertips against skin which always makes house shudder. they play against house’s tax accountant, dry cleaner, and the guy house knows from the bus stop. there’s playful jabs between house and wilson, but everyone at the table seems to know it’s some kind of weird foreplay between house and wilson and they stay out of it. house and wilson share the same bottle of beer, passing it back and forth to each other and their touch lingers every time they do. they bicker over every round of the game, yet house has a fond look on his face and wilson has a tender glow to his eyes whenever he looks at house.

it always seems to go downhill when wilson wins more rounds than house does. wilson grins such a smug little smirk at house, because he’s a cocky winner and house is a sore loser. house drops his legs out of wilson’s lap and mutters darkly about never loving wilson in the first place. wilson blows house a kiss and claims he’s going to win the next round, too. he does. and the next. and the next.

house starts to get agitated, dropping his cards and muttering about his leg hurting as he makes his way towards the kitchen for another beer. wilson cheers when he wins the next round and teases that they should switch to strip poker because house is going to end up naked in three rounds flat. “get out,” house grits out, motioning at all four of them and nodding towards the door before turning on his heel, marching towards his room. the other three pack up their stuff and move to leave without complaint. wilson, however, moves to follow house on instinct. “you too, get out,” house hisses, moving into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. wilson leans up against the bedroom door and drops his forehead against it with a thunk. “house? c’mon, it’s just a game. let me in,” wilson calls out, tone switching from gloating to fondly exasperated because he really doesn’t think house will throw up out over a dumb poker game. house ignores him. wilson avoids everyone’s gaze as he packs up his stuff too and grabs his jacket, not wanting to acknowledge the fact house was kicking him out of their now shared space.

everyone else leaves. wilson settles against the wall by house’s front door and closes his eyes. he drifts into a fitful and uncomfortable sleep propped up in the hallway. he cracks his eyes open what must be hours later when house opens the door and locks eyes with wilson’s bleary gaze. house turns and walks back into the apartment without saying a word. wilson knows he’s silently forgiven and he follows house back into the apartment. the bedroom door is open, and wilson knows he’s been given permission to sleep in the bed next to house. wilson sleepily kisses house good night, and house kisses him back. definitely forgiven.

the same thing happens a week later. and the following week. and the week after that.

everyone knows it’s a charade now. house isn’t actually mad at wilson. it’s just another weird way the two of them flirt.

[cawsceries]

Pretty please can codywan kiss in global warming? If ur not doing ships then just cody having a silly/light-hearted/nerdy moment maybe!

yeah i’ll do ships!! BAD color palette did not enjoy it. the green… it’s killing me

contribute to my misery by sending me one of these color palettes :)

[tunastime]

for the comfort prompts, draping a blanket over a sleeping body ^-^ maybe with 2 of our sweetest boys.... xisuma and doc ^-^ OR also maybe with ranchers ^-^

draping a blanket over their sleeping body (923 words) (x)

Xisuma scrubs his eyes. 

There comes a point in every shift that his body starts to give out. A point where, no matter the length of the shift, or how much he'd eaten, or slept, or drank tea, Xisuma felt his body slip away from him and the dull ache of sleep start to root and take hold behind his eyes. It's at this point where respite usually comes, in the form of Cleo or Doc walking through the door. And eventually it will be Cleo, he knows, because Doc's shift neatly aligned with his tonight. So much so he was able to actually get dinner at the same time as him, and Doc was able to kick him under the table over a cup of coffee. The jerk. 

Regardless, he could expect Cleo to wander in when she wished. Joints starting to protest weakly under the stretches he contorts his spine into, Xisuma gathers his belongings, and starts the trek down the levels toward his room.

It's a quiet walk—one he's learned to catalogue his thoughts to, to enjoy as much as the daily chatter of a morning shift beginning, or an afternoon shift ending. This early morning closure means that he'll have the good part of the day to sleep before he's on for another 48 hours. It also means that, for just a few of those hours, he might get to sleep next to his partner, after a few too many nights of just-barely's and near-misses. Xisuma sighs. For a moment, he lingers in the hall, peeking out at the rest of the station through a long, double-paned window, spanning the length of the propelled walkway. As he steps on, leans against the barrier, he watches stars flick idly past him alongside the sprawl of Prometheus. At its heart, where he was headed down to now, were the quarters. And his, along with a select few, got their own atrium view.  

The rest of the walk is similarly quiet, Xisuma's feet working on autopilot as his mind wanders from task to task, correspondence, to shipping requests, to diplomatic communique. He frowns, chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits a beat for the elevator. There had been a recent communique from the Coalition. It wasn't uncommon, but it hadn't happened in, what, two or three years now? Certainly enough time to have forgotten the last time he saw any of the crew on an official basis and certainly long enough to forget just what that little check-up meant. He holds back a particularly violent shiver. It's nothing this time—has to be. Prometheus hadn't done anything new or interesting in months, let alone enough to warrant an investigation. If the Interspace Investigation Coalition needed something from Xisuma, Admiral Void, it was going to take a very special visit and a lot of convincing. Not words on a screen.

By the time the thought passes through his mind, Xisuma is already at his front door. He shakes away the feeling crawling up the base of his spine and taps his keycard, door sliding open at his behest. 

"Doc?" he calls, as he enters. "I'm home."

The front entry is still warmly lit as he toes off his shoes and organizes his coat and bag at the front door. The living room is dark, aside from the faint glow of blue light, as are the desks they share and the kitchenette. Xisuma hums, frown deepening. He makes his way into the living room as he starts unclasping his overcoat, hands fiddling with the zipper behind him.

There, sprawled haphazardly on their small sofa, is Doc. One of his legs bends under the other, his ankle propped on the arm of the couch, socked foot hanging just over the edge. His pajamas are ruffled from moving, rucked up over one side of his ribs where his arm stretches to cover his eyes from the dim, ambient light. Xisuma stifles a snort that then catches the back of his throat. He looks comfortable. To an extent. Enough to fall asleep, at least, and enough to stay that way, even as Xisuma had called out to him and noisily shuffled in. 

X crosses his arms. He has but two options: one which requires him to deal with a sleep-disoriented, disgruntled Doc M now. The other: listening to him complain about tight muscles as he slipped into bed later that morning, seeking out the shape of Xisuma he missed. On one hand, X would get his partner's warmth and weight and grumbled words sooner. On the other... he looks so dang peaceful he'd almost feel bad disturbing him. Xisuma smiles to himself—the image alone of Doc crawling into bed next to him and letting X curl tiredly around him seems wildly comforting. A little selfish, but, really, who could blame him? 

Quietly, Xisuma shuffles over. He lifts the blanket from the back of the couch, ruffling it lightly in his hands as he sets it over Doc's sleeping form the best he can. Shrouded by the multicolored fabric, Doc seems to shrink, just a bit. Clearly cozy and comfortable, his face remains soft, sleep smoothing out the lines of stress on his face. X tucks the blanket carefully around his partner, careful not to jostle him awake as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Upon drawing back, Doc doesn't seem to stir, and Xisuma hums his thanks to no one. He steps back, satisfied with his work, and shuffles off to bed.

[purble-turble]

Firstly, I love your art! Secondly, I was just vibing and listening to music, when the song: "Let The World Burn" By Chris Grey, came on... And despite having heard it before, for some reason this time, I thought, wow, this song has a Dark SpicyNoodle vibe, and then my mind jumped to your Demon King Red AU! And honestly, thought it fit pretty well. Anyway, Thank You for reading my rambling, and sorry for the random word dump. I just thought I'd share!

Thanks so much for sending this ask in! I saw this this back in September when I first was going through my art requests and it was actually the first time I had listened to this song and oh my gosh I was immediately down with the Demon King Red vibes of it 😍 So instead of just answering your ask normally I saved it to complete as an art requests even though it wasn’t one and, well… here we go :U

[mickules]

Do you want art of a beloved blorbo? Will you risk a tricksy trick for the chance?

🎃 Let's play a Halloween ask game 🎃

Here are the rules!

Send me a 'Trick or Treat' ask to my askbox with a halloweeny emoji and the name of one character!

Be creative! any given character will only get the chance to be drawn ONCE, multiples will all be collected together. Is there a fave you legit NEVER see art of? Chuck their name into the ring! Doesn't have to be someone I've ever drawn before, all bets are off!

Asks will be collected from NOW [12:00 noon GMT] for 24 hours, [until Oct 29th 12:00 noon GMT] when the ask box will be closed!

Every ask is going to get a number. EVENS or ODDS will determine if it is a TRICK or a TREAT. It will be a straight 50:50 shot!

Treats will get a little pic of their character! Tricks will get some miscellaneous sweeties!

Tricks and Treats will be posted on Halloweeen! (tho do bare with me, I am but one man, and I've no idea how many asks this'll get)

Happy Halloweeeen! Best of Luck~

[saetiate]

OKAY imagine sae eating you out like his attention is 100% on your pussy and then when you cum, aftercare and all, but hes still so fucking hard thinking about that image of you being spread out so prettily for him

when you two are cuddling he takes off his pants and makes sure you’re asleep before absolutely going at it thighfucking you and just hoping u dont wake up

cw somnophilia, thighfucking. ohmygod ngl thinking about this is lowk frying my brain... aughhh

he knows you're probably tired after he's wrung so many orgasms out of you with his mouth and fingers, and he's always always been about focusing on you. how you look, every reaction you make from each lap of his tongue over your clit. it's what replays in his mind over and over again when he has away games and isn't able to be with you for a night. he usually doesn't care to get off himself, and he really did think today would be one of those days but...

now that you're asleep next to him and he's lying awake, he can't stop thinking about how you looked. it's always you, only you that gets him this worked up, thinking about your flushed state and how your body tenses under his tongue. your back arching and how you whine and pant at him telling him it's too much. he kisses your cheek like an apology before he slips his hard cock between your thighs and even just your warm skin and the heat of your core against him has him spouting swears, breathing hard in the crook of your neck. something about how safe and at home you feel asleep next to him so soundly gets him even harder, your pursed lips and the flutter of your eyelashes. has him rutting his hips against yours until he spills his seed between your plush thighs.

[impossiblepluto]

look, you've put out three SPECTACULAR fainting one shots so far, and as much as I'd love another one (seriously!! they're so good!!), I'm putting in a vote for stabbing.

there isn't as much variety, and you've gotta be a bit bendy with them, but you've got accidental (falling, getting hit by debris in an explosion, hit by a car accidentally and driven into something etc etc) and purposeful (mugging, someone desperate to get away, mistaken identity, stabbing to help ala mac with the gas etc) - seriously, take your pick of literally any interpretation of stabbing, and absolutely no pressure whatsoever to put something out, you've given us such delights already!!

A soft scraping sound has Jack's eyes flying open. He lays there in the comfortable darkness of his bedroom, tucked between luxurious sheets of an origin he won’t mention and waits for the noise to repeat. Confirm it wasn’t a dream so vivid he woke himself up. Or that he’s been in LA so long that the sound of mist on the window is foreign enough to be deemed a threat. 

Rain continues to patter. Any other time he’d enjoy laying here, listening to the seldom heard sound

After another few seconds his patience is rewarded. 

It’s coming from the living room. 

He pulls his t-shirt on and his gun out of the bedside table and moves silently through the darkness, listening. 

Something skiffs across the wooden door to his apartment. 

Jack gives himself a silent “three-two-one” countdown before throwing the door open.

Squinting into the hallway light, he has less than a second to make an identification and conduct a threat assessment before he finds himself catching an armful of dripping Mac. Jack fumbles for the light switch, pulling Mac into his apartment, gaze sweeping up and down the hallways before slamming the door shut and flipping the lock. 

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“Sorry. Sorry,” Mac mumbles. “Was just resting. Didn’t hear you. I can-” he grunts and straightens, pulling away from Jack and pushing his hair from his eyes. “I’m okay.”

Jack raises an eyebrow taking in the bedraggled sight.

“Was just resting,” Mac repeats. 

“You said that.” A tendril of worry coils through Jack. “Why?”

“Um…” Mac blinks. “I guess I went farther than I planned.”

“You went for a run?” Jack guesses. 

“It was raining,” Mac gives a crooked half-smile. “Doesn’t happen often. Wanted to take advantage of it.” His clothes and hair drip. His smile turns into an apologetic wince. “Sorry about your floor.”

Jack waves it off. Not the worst thing that’s dripped on his floor by  a long shot. “How long were you out there? Why didn’t you knock?”

“Didn’t want to wake you. Just–” Mac winces, his breathing still seems unduly labored. He leans back against the closed door. “Just needed a minute.”

“Let me get you a towel. And some water,” Jack says, setting his gun on the counter before heading up the hall toward the linen closet. “Then I can drive you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

Jack shakes his head though he knows Mac can’t see it. “If you ran long enough that you needed to stop and rest I think I should probably drive you home.”

“Just have a stitch in my side. It’ll pass.” Mac closes his eyes, pressing a hand against the muscles cramping just above his hip. 

Jack stops short on his return trek to Mac, staring at the puddle growing beneath Mac’s feet.

“What the hell-” Jack crosses the remaining distance. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Mac’s eyes blink open in confusion. 

“Mac, you’re bleeding!” 

“What?” Mac pulls his hand away from his side, his fingers coated in blood. “Oh.” He looks down at the tear in his moisture wicking t-shirt. Blood drips onto the floor. “Here, let me.” Mac reaches for the towel, and makes a move to squat.

“No,” Jack buzzes, snatching the towel back and pressing it to Mac’s side. 

Mac hisses. His head clunks back against the door behind him as he squirms. 

“Come on, sit down.” Jack’s mind races. 

“Are you sure,” Mac resists Jack’s insistent tugging on his arm. “It’s kind of a lot of blood.”

“That’s the point. Sit down.”Jack pushes Mac into a chair. 

“But it’ll get everywhere.” 

Jack peels back Mac’s shirt to get a better look at the wound. “How did this happen? Did you fall or…” 

Mac shakes his head before looking down, blocking Jack’s view. “I don’t– oh, I wonder if it was that guy.”

Jack gives a manic laugh as he gently pushes Mac’s head back so he can see better. “Somebody stabbed you?”

“No. I mean, I didn’t think so. He ran into me. I thought he was just a jerk.” Mac’s voice breaks off with a groan of pain as Jack puts pressure on the wound again. “

“You didn’t notice?”

“To be honest, this hurts a whole lot worse than that did.” Mac grinds out between clenched teeth. “Damn it, Jack.”

“Gotta put pressure on it.” Jack doesn’t look up. Hardens his heart against the pain in Mac’s voice. The way the muscles of Mac’s abdomen roil under his touch. The blood seeping through the towel to warm his hands. 

“I know but–” Mac twists. 

“Breathe, breathe through it. That’s it. You’re doing good.” Jack praises, watching the lines on Mac's face ease. "You think he stabbed you on purpose?"

"I think it would be weirder if he did it on accident." The sharp edge of pain in Mac's voice is softer.

“Okay. Hold this for me while I get something to secure that–”

Jack waits until Mac’s hands replace his own before he moves. Rummaging through the drawer in the kitchen until he finds a roll of duct tape.

“We’ll get this secured and then we’ll go.”

“Jack…” Mac whines.

“Hey! What’s the rule? Stab wounds, accidental or not, go to the hospital, right?”

Mac’s lips fold into a pout. “Right.” 

[sleepis4theweak]

I just saw your post on Mikey doing angry stimms and had to ask for more /nf since this is the first time I've seen someone draw angry stimms for a character (it's not that common from my perspective)

Thank you- love your artstyle so much!!! :D

(P.s. I also get angry stimmys too sometimes)

Aww- thank you so much for this ask! I am really, really happy you liked it!! And yeah I feel like angry stims aren't talked about as much...

Anyways I was really super excited to draw more- still using stims that I have done, though these are a little more uh... aggressive? I wanted to preface this by saying that I do these gently, or they are stims that I've replaced with something else hehe :)

For my angry stims a lot of it is based on frustration so it's kinda a lot of flailing? Like aggressive shaking. The biting one isn't something I've done in a while- and is one that I would try to do gently (would not recommend that one lol), and the punching of the thigh is something I tend to do (gently) when I'm hella frustrated with homework :)

[abyssal-author-and-artist]

oh shit i just realized i forgot to post the trans dipper essay

oh well, better late than never!

Introducing - Why Mason "Dipper" Pines is Trans and Why that Matters - an essay I spent more time on than I did my actual college project today

Mason "Dipper" Pines from Gravity Falls is trans. Trans masculine, to be specific. Do I believe this was intentional? No. Do I believe that there's a seriously convincing case to be made? Fuck yes.

So first off, he's just like me frfr, which is pretty compelling in and of itself. But that's not enough for a whole essay, so we move onto our second point - character designs. Dipper is designed like, well, like every modern-era trans man I've ever drawn who isn't goth. The shorts, the one shirt in the one color, the absolute insecurity. He even does the hunch of the back! Also, I think I heard somewhere that the vest is to make his shoulders look broader, which I'm not entirely sure is canon but I am accepting this whole-heartedly. It's such a trans move of him. He's too young (and it's summer so it's too hot) to wear a dysphoria hoodie so he picked a vest. (I say too young because dysphoria hoodies usually cover your chest and Dipper and Mabel probably haven't hit puberty.)

The second part comes directly from science. According to this article, and many others, sex in identical twins is complicated, but most identical twins will be born the same sex. There are cases where this isn't true (which might be the case for Mabel and Dipper) or they might be fraternal, which is also pretty likely. However, looking at them when they were younger (and listening to their very similar voices), it's likely they were identical and both girls. That's not to say I dislike trans Mabel - every trans woman I draw dresses like her, so I do love her being trans as well and them hitting the age of like. 10. and swapping genders is incredibly funny and adorable to me.

So, we can't reliably use the aforementioned evidence, then, can we? After all, identical twins can be different sexes, although rare, and we don't have any proof they are identical beyond their visual (and when they were younger, audible) similarities. Well, first off, I'd say that's pretty compelling evidence already. In a cartoon, especially one as detailed and beautiful-looking as Gravity Falls (the art is good and I will die on this hill), visual language makes up for a lot. And Alex Hirsh has gone on record saying that he very much wanted Jason Ritter and Kristen Schaal for Dipper and Mabel respectively, to the point where he would have canceled the show if Kristen hadn't signed on, so I wholeheartedly believe every character (with the exception of Grenda and any other characters who had last minute va's picked) had their voice actors picked very specifically. I can't find whether Jason Ritter voiced younger Dipper, though, so that's a dead end.

Now, that's all well and good, but it's a lot of visual language, isn't it? Why don't we move into something more based in the writing itself?

So the first and most prominent example of Dipper being transgender is the episode Dipper vs Manliness. You know it, you probably have emotions on it, it's the episode where Dipper is trying his hardest to be a man's man. The episode was supposed to be about toxic masculinity and how to be a real man is to stick to your morals. It's a good lesson and in my opinion, holds up even in 2024. Pretty good. Does a great job of what it wants to do. Now, Dipper vs. Manliness has been dissected to hell and back already as a transgender allegory, so I'll keep this brief: the episode centers around Dipper being mocked for not being manly. While Mabel and Stan still see him as a man, albeit an effeminate one, it gets to Dipper. He proceeds to do anything to prove himself a real man. If viewed as a trans allegory, Mabel is teasing her brother and not realizing how deeply it actually hurts him (whether accidentally because she fails to realize how insecure he is over it or because she hasn't been there before, depending on how you want to headcanon it). As for Stan, I like to pretend he's supportive but regularly forgets Dipper was ever a girl, so he makes a serious slip up because of that (and/or he's regurgitating stuff said to him. That hits harder if you also headcanon trans Stan, which I am warming up to). Dipper proceeds to try and prove himself a man, crying when he takes even one more blow to his self esteem/sense of identity as a man, and eventually gets comfort from his family when they realize just how BADLY they messed him up. He is affirmed as a man and the episode ends. Everything that can be said, has been said - including that you don't have to act toxically masculine - or even masculine at all - to be a real man. Remember this part, it will be important later.

So, other trans moments for Dipper come a little sparser. Dipper vs. Manliness is the example for a good reason. But still, there's other moments. The short Voice Over from one of the short story compliation episodes is another one that's commonly referenced as a metaphor for voice dysphoria. Yes, Dipper's voice is cracking in ways common for a cis pre-teen boy his age, but the pitch and tone of his voice can also be seen as his more feminine voice peeking through. Taking the potion can be seen as taking testosterone or other hormones. Granted, this falls apart when you consider that Dipper is later discouraged from taking the potion, because that could be read as Dipper being discouraged from transitioning, but on the other side of the spectrum, it could be read as Dipper being affirmed as a real man despite his voice. From that perspective, his family prevents him from taking (possibly dangerous) homebrewed hrt. Also, the euphoria he gets when it does change his voice is just. Absolutely adorable.

Now, my favorite resource for Dipper acting trans is in the episode Headhunters. He's asking Manly Dan questions and Manly Dan calls Dipper a girl. And MAN the discomfort on Dipper's face. He immediately attempts to correct Manly Dan, but is shut down and the episode moves on. I think that for such a short moment, it does a good job of making Dipper seem trans, though. He is called a girl and feels extreme discomfort around it. He does not like being called a girl. He is not a girl. But he's not shocked or surprised or even really offended - he's resigned. He's used to being called a girl. Sure, he hates it, but he doesn't cry or scream or anything. Sounds to me like a trans man who's absurdly used to being misgendered but still hates it. That pain never goes away, but sometimes all you can do is flinch in discomfort, try to correct and move on, like the episode does.

For a (mostly humorous) video of more of Dipper acting trans, check out this video.

So I think we've made a pretty compelling point for Dipper Pines being trans masc here. Looks pretty good, yup, this is a great essay, let's wrap it up. Oh? What's that? The name of this essay?

Why Mason "Dipper" Pines is transgender and why that matters.

Well, let's dive into section two of this essay - why does Dipper being trans matter?

Someone could easily say it doesn't matter. Just fun fandom headcanons, that's it, wrap it up now. Nothing more to say. Dipper is trans and that's just a fun reading of his character.

But I don't think that's the case. I think that Dipper being trans means so much - to trans fans of the show, to fans who have never seen or spoken to trans people before, and to queer fans of Gravity Falls and similar shows. (I personally am a Steven Universe fan who really valued the representation there, so Gravity Falls and all it's queer coding means a lot to me.)

First and foremost, I'm not going to keep you in the dark as to why you're remembering my earlier point. As a recap, it was this: Dipper vs. Manliness, and by proxy, Gravity Falls as a whole, says that you don't have to be traditionally masculine to be a real man. For a show that spends a lot of time mocking a kid commonly headcanoned to be a trans man, that says a lot, and a lot of stuff I think more people need to hear.

You do not need to act like your gender to be your gender.

You do not need to present like your gender to be your gender.

You do not need to fit some rigid box that society enforces to be who you are.

If you are a man, you are a man, trans or cis, regardless of how you act. (And the same goes for women and nonbinary people! You don't have to fit a mold.)

You don't owe anyone anything.

You don't owe people masculinity. (Or femininity or androgyny for that matter.)

I think that's part of the reason Dipper vs. Manliness ages so well. Dipper reads as trans, especially to queer fans, and his story in that episode tells us that we don't have to be someone we're not for people to take us seriously as who we are. At the end of the day, the really masculine thing is staying true to you - a sentiment echoed and reversed in The Last Mabelcorn, where the most feminine thing you can do is to stay true to yourself. I can't find it right now, but I could swear that there's a That GF Fan video explaining my point a little better. The point is, there's nothing that makes you more of whatever your gender is than staying true to yourself.

Additionally, if Dipper really is trans and someone sees themself in him, that can help them explore their gender or explain it to other people. Young kids who have never interacted with trans people before can see Dipper and grow up to connect the dots - or grow up to have him crack their eggs.

I know I'm new to the fandom and I was already out before watching the show, but he really helped me explore my gender. I like dressing like him - he's very relatable, even though I'm old enough to be in college now. I see him as a very anxious, slightly paranoid trans kid, and I see a lot of myself in him. He has a lot of issues, and a lot of issues that aren't trans specific but definitely hit harder when you are trans. He makes me feel seen on a level that I never thought a cartoon character could do.

Honestly, here would be a good place to put a rant about representation in kids media - queer kids under the age of 12 exist and struggle. I liked a girl (before realizing I was trans) in fifth grade, so about 9 years old. There are kids who experiment with their gender when they're younger than that. We're here and we exist, and every single time a character in children's media is made and is prevalent, another kid is able to really see themself.

That's really the point of this section. Dipper is trans. That matters. People - mostly queer kids but people of all ages - see themselves in him. He's here and we see him as queer because it's validating. It feels so good to hear Stan affirm him at the end of Dipper vs. Manliness, because it proves that at the end of the day, you don't need to present as super masc or femme or androgynous to be who you are.

Gravity Falls, through coding Dipper as trans, sent a message:

You are seen. You are loved. You are valid.

Thank you for reading this all. Trans Dipper means a lot to me, and I love writing him and seeing him in general. I want more of him because Dipper being trans means the world to me.

I love you all. Have a wonderful day. Remember to stay true to yourself.

[herebecritters]

I forgot if you answered this already but what happens when one of the idols is destroyed

“Well I suppose I can have ‘ol Geshie obliterate this conversation from your memory after I’m done with you, so guess theres time for some Idol chatter…”

“Think of our Idols as…lifelines. Bodies made of flesh are soft and squishy as I’m certain you livestock are all too familiar with. But stone is tough and durable! Some stone can last for millions, maybe even *billions* of years! Especially if it’s the stone we used. Chipped from the shell of Ki themself. Hard stuff! Carving those little guys into our likeness was not an easy task, mind you.”

“But our idols aren’t just strong rocks. You see, we are soul bound to these sturdy little guys. Meaning that we are our idols and our idols are us. It’s like having a clone who always has your back. If one of us goes down, we can count on our idol to take over the process and revive us. Not only are they lifelines, they also serve as a battery of sorts! Your suffering keeps them fed, and boy are they HUNGRY lil guys!”

“As long as the Wells stay full, they stay fed, and we stay powerful.”

“Truth is I don’t really *know* what would happen if our Idols somehow got destroyed. Maybe we’d turn into sad little mortals or maybe we’d explode into confetti. Who knows. Who cares. It’s never happened. And never will.”

(The attack panel drawn by our dear ol @ickyguts)

[movingthisblogcelestialtarot11]

What does sun in the 8th remind you of?

golden glitter raining from the sky, turning into embers and ashes. smudging onto hard floors, leaving a bittersweet remembrance. you’re crowded by their absence, flooded with their visuals, and yet they remain eerily distant in the shadows. slippery like mercury. hard to get any real grasp, yet they burn so bright you’re blinded by the weight of their existence. always leaving behind their scent, their mark, their words somewhere. you think you see a sign of them, a touch of warmth lights your weary heart, and then it’s cold. cold like the way they stripped you vulnerable with their eyes. they’re desperate for a chance to redeem their soul, yet somehow hide from the sunlight, crawling back to their corners of darkness. morphing into the shadows.

[thelaundrybitch]

I invade your ask box once again!

Can you give us reaction scenarios of the bayverse boys being flashed by their S/O out of the blue?

MY DEAREST!!!

I LOVE WHEN YOU SPARK SHENANIGANS!!!

Here you go, hope they're to your liking 🫶🏼

Mikey.

Mr Orange Crush will have no shame. 

His eyes are gonna just about propel themselves from his skull.

Followed by the biggest smile before he runs at you, scoops you up, and walks right into the bedroom.

Leaving lusty little kisses wherever he can land them on your skin, amidst whispers of promises to make you forget everything… except his name. 

Don.

He's gonna do a double-take.

He’ll be standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, coffee in one hand and his tablet in the other.

He’ll glance above his tablet at you, the same moment he takes a good-sized sip of coffee.

The sight causes him to drop his tablet and spew coffee out his nose.

Between choking and trying to wipe the mess from his face, he puts the coffee down on the counter and completely forgets about his tablet on the floor.

He hurries to you and is like, "Sunshine, you can't do that in the company of others," scolding you as he shuffles you back to his lab, his raging boner stuffed into your back. 

Raph.

He is going to choke on thin air.

Eyebrow ridge has met the ceiling.

Eyeballs have EXITED the building.

This man has ZERO POKER FACE.

Retrieving his jaw from the floor, he’s tripping over his own feet trying to get to you. 

His hands firmly on your waist, and mumbling incoherent gibberish while pushing you to his room.

The locked door is a bit of a moot point, however, because the whole lair can hear you singing praises through profanities, as you commend him for his undivided attention.

Leonardo.

Straight face.

Absolutely no reaction.

So you do it again

One eyebrow ridge will quirk along with one side of his mouth.

Arms crossed, legs shoulder width apart.

He's baiting you.

So you do it again.

And this time *he winks*

Clearly, you are not getting the reaction you want from him. This time, it's a flash with a bit of sensual touching.

Leonardo clears his throat, uncrosses his arms, and walks towards you with purpose.

Without missing a beat he stoops down so the lip of his shell meets your waist, and you are now in half over his shoulder.

He walks you down the hall and with a good slap on your ass he says in that smooth fucking voice of his, "Looks like I need to teach you some manners."

Before he brings you into his bedroom and absolutely fucks you into the mattress.

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though🤩

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