#they match (platonically) each others freaks

[cottagedreamy]

They're such a good duo...Pls let's talk about them more.....

[agarafile]

i really hope gem and joel bring the worst out of each other. just a incredibly deranged duo. my favorite characterization for them is they are battle monsters, absolute pvp machines and then they can't decide anything together and are always falling from the rooftop of their base. i need murderous cringefail compilation of them

[bluemoonscape]

Bringing this one out of the drafts to say: Can we take a minute to talk about Taishauna?

It blows me away how so many people in this fandom are so quick to peg them as "platonic soulmates!" when basically every other combination of the girls is accepted as having potentially romantic undertones. Taishauna is one of my favorite pairings. Tai has seen Shauna through everything. They bicker in the pilot but are shown in the wilderness to care deeply for one another despite their misunderstandings.

What about them after Taissa and Van break up? Shauna has lost Jackie and Taissa has lost Van. They've both lost the one person in the world they had the capacity to love so deeply. They don't have much left for anyone else—Shauna can’t even bring herself to love Callie like she should. They're still shown to try with each other even years down the line.

They'll never love each other in the way they loved Jackie and Van, but hey—at least they can understand that. Jeff and Simone are stuck not knowing why their respective spouses are so cold and trying to rationalize it. Tai and Shauna know.

Out of everyone, they know each other best, and after all they went through, that might just be the only comfort they have.

[failgirl-debunker]

Any other requests?

I kind of don’t know what to do other than playlists. I’m more comfortable there than I am with HCs.

[eternallovers65]

Keller and O'Reiley were running em city behind the curtains, and nobody even saw their little plan to take control out of adebisi

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinking about angel banishing sigil tattoos on Sam & Dean, but in order to make them effective, they have to be tattooed with their own blood. Which apparently leads to the body reabsorbing the tattoo after a few weeks, so they’d have to do it constantly to stay safe. Sam & Dean committing to this ritual every few weeks… tattooing themselves in their own blood or maybe even each other’s…

[ihonestlydontknowwhattocallthis]

I don’t know how I’ve only just thought about this

[captorations]

yeah. yeah okay upon reviewing twelve's first two seasons i definitely think he kicks nine out of second place. if only just. and while i acknowledge that ten and donna are objectively the best dynamic i think twelve and clara actually are my personal favorite. when written well they *are* outright better than ten and donna, it's literally just that they can't claim the same consistent quality ten and donna maintained

[a-god-in-crime-alley]

I keep coming back to the intimacy of trackers. Maybe, while one of Tim’s siblings is eavesdropping, Danny brings up how he’s been wanting to get his ears pierced. How it wouldn’t be strange if his boyfriend got him jewelry and if it just so happened there was a tracker in that jewelry…

And Tim, breathless, asks if Danny would really let him tag him with a tracker. With Danny returning, in an unintentionally flirty tone, that he wouldn’t mind if Tim wanted to use a tracker that was…subdermal.

And they really are just talking about trackers. It’s not Their fault it all sounds like innuendo.

The sibling listening in wants to die. They did NOT need to know this stuff about their brother.

Danny, working as a cashier: Can I help you?

Tim half-deranged: Please I just want a cup of coffee

Danny squinted, then pulled out a binder: I'm sorry, sir, but you are on the Don't Serve Coffee list. I can offer you some tea instead-

Tim: NO. THIS IS THE FIFTH PLACE. BRUCE CAN'T OWN YOU ALL!

Danny leaning in to whisper: Look, man, I can't give you coffee under the cameras. Meet me in the back alley in twenty minutes and I'll get you a coffee. Bring Cash.

Tim: how much? Five hundred, six hundred or hell even a thousand? I'll bring whatever you want.

Danny: Chill dude, it's a cup of coffee. Three dollars is fine.

Tim: It's not just any coffee! It's my favorite brand and Bruce bought them out just to make sure they wouldn't sell to me anymore!

Danny: okay okay, this coffee means a lot to you. I get it. Twenty minutes alright?

Jason three weeks later in Bat cave: Tim's on drugs! I've caught him trading cash for small containers in a shady alley six times. We need an intervention.

Dick: What?! I thought that was his boyfriend!

Bruce: I also thought that was Tim boyfriend but if it's a drug dealer we have to help him.

Tim hiding in the shadows: shit.

Tim texting Danny: If anyone asks your my secret boyfriend who been making me teas in allies

Danny: who the hell would believe that? But I've had a boring week, so yeah, I'm down to be a pretend boyfriend.

[venushorned]

do you ever get the feeling we're always getting...... paired off and..... separated from the rest? -oh there's still a little fire over there. we should probably put that out.

Gossamer glanced up at the fire in question, watching the small patches smolder and smoke as the grass, healthy and dewy, choked out the flames. Beneath her, a goblin was sputtering and gurgling as he drowned in his own blood; the evidence of their ambush had burned out, and the last witness was soon to be recently deceased.

“I hadn't noticed.” She wiped her hands in a patch of clean grass before standing to survey the full scope of the damage. Two dead goblin raiders, a warg, a bugbear scout, and a burning barn. Well. It had been a barn. “Just make a good team, I guess.”

As for the fire...

“Make yourself useful, then, pretty boy.”

[worldwright]

clipping things for my friends part uhhhhhhhh. part whatever. eyeball milkshake

[the-headless-horsedude]

they're judging you

[discountscoobyart]

people that match each other's freak (platonically)

[shameofice]

chimes are most commonly used by humans as wind instruments, hanging up by their doors or windows, and ever since kosume has met pandora, that's what he's been associating her pleased little chimes with. when he listens to them for too long, kosume is brought back to the days where he was just a little weak thought-form, floating along the breeze and occasionally hearing the chimes that signaled that someone was usually there.

of course, the chimes from the wind chimes that kosume finds so fun to play with (but not as fun as this, however) sound so much more different than pandora's. compared to his voice, hers is like music; the cosmos flooding into his mind through the vessel of sound.

hearing her speak in her normal voice, kosume props himself up by his elbows, the sounds of suffering feeling almost distant as he pays attention to her. he doesn't speak, not wanting to interrupt her, and just...watches, eyes almost too wide and face too still and gaze just almost probing enough to be uncomfortable, but for beings similar to them, it's all normal. that scion stares at kosume the same way as he works, sometimes, behind that steer-skull mask and veil of shadows.

watching pandora work is always a sight to behold, and it's something that kosume can't look away from, even if he wanted to. a small part of the dream deity assumes it's a part of the powers granted to pandora by whomever brought her into being (not sired, as many beings like them do not have traditional parents or similar), but another part also assumes it's something she developed on her own.

with how impressive kosume views her to be, that wouldn't be much of a surprise.

the little void that pandora ends up creating is one of the cutest things that kosume's ever seen, and while he's a little wary considering that voids can be dangerous for beings like he is, kosume simply coos softly at the void that could fit comfortably in his hands, reaching out and lightly brushing a finger across the top of it. thankfully, he doesn't get sucked in, which would ruin the whole gift.

"they're so cute...thank you so much! i am very much interested in taking care of this little guy--is there anything specific i need to do to take care of them?" there's a bright sparkle in his sunset colored eyes as he looks up towards pandora.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭      𝐚𝐬      𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞      𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝      𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝      to      enjoy      his      work      of      art,      pandora      matched      his      energy      with      her      “𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎      𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓂𝑒      𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓅𝓈”      as      she      continued      to      lay      flat      on      her      stomach      with      her      legs      flinging      side      to      side.      whilst      it      may      be      horrifying      to      see      thousands      of      humans      ѕ��яєαмιηg      αη∂      ρℓєα∂ιηg      for      salvation,      this      sort      of      activity      was      quite      peaceful      to      her.      it      was      like      music      to      her      ears,      a      soothing      melody      that      she      could      metaphorically      fall      asleep      to      —      a      lovely      gift      indeed.      

a      few      moments      of      admiring      the      chaos      unfolding      before      her,      a      𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥      𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕓      turned      on      within      pandora’s      mind      as      she      gasped      in      realization.      

　　“      oh      my      .ᐟ.ᐟ      i      believe      i      will      be      needing      to      offer      a      gift      myself      as      a      thanks.      it      is      only      fair,      don’t      you      think      .ᐣ.ᐣ      ”

𝐛𝐮𝐭      𝐬𝐡𝐞      𝐝𝐢𝐝      𝐧𝐨𝐭      𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰      for      kosume      to      give      her      a      response      as      she      now      readjusted      her      positioning      in      a      sitting,      ｃｒｉｓｓ－ｃｒｏｓｓ  ａｐｐｌｅ－ｓａｕｃｅ    pose.      her      flowing,      blonde      hair      the      color      of      a      ꜱᴏᴜʀ      ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ      underwent      a      metamorphosis      in      a      blink      of      an      eye,      transforming      into      its      natural      night      blue,      cosmic      state      where      a      glimpse      of      the      cosmos      was      used      as      “texture”.      as      her      now      anti-gravity      hair      hovered      weightlessly,      pandora      reached      a      hand      into      it      &      made      it      disappear,      her      hair      now      acting      like      a      𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕      of      some      kind      before      pulling      out      a      couple      of      bizarre,      unexplainable      things.    

　　“      hmm,      no.      not      that      .      .      .      oh      that      one      isn’t      quite      right      .      .      .      that 　one      is      gonna      leave      a      mark      .      .      .      cute      but      not      ready      .      .      .      aha      .ᐟ.ᐟ      ”

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫      𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠      𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬      𝐨𝐟      𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞      𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬      into      the      world      like      it      was      nothing      (      she      was      already      thinking      about      fetching      them      soon      enough      ),      pandora      pulled      out      a      miniature      void,      almost      like      a      black      hole      &      held      it      gently      in      her      hands.      she      cooed      “𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎      𝓃𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈”      to      the      emptiness      as      a      means      to      express      affection      before      showing      it      off      to      kosume      for      him      to      observe.      

　　“      would      you      be      interested      in      having      a      void      as      a      pet      .ᐣ.ᐣ      ”

[pomefioredove]

May I req headcanons for diasomnia reacting to a reader who had really long hair getting it cut, like, shoulder length or shorter?

I hope you get well soon. Take care of yourself in the meantime!

this is cute I like this :)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ short hair

type of post: headcanons characters: sebek, silver, lilia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu

it's not that Sebek is oblivious, it's just that you're standing next to Malleus right now, and he tends to become blinded by the sight of his two favorite people in the same room. he can still tell that something is off, but he's busy imagining how this magnificent scene would look like as a painting hung above his bed when you ask him if he's noticed anything different

"OF COURSE I HAVE! your complexion simply glows when you're next to my liege!"

then he very confidently walks away

(when he does realize, he walks all the way to your dorm at 9 PM to loudly compliment you)

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Silver tends to notice little things about you all the time. even when he's not awake. the you he sees in the dreamscape is always picturesque, so he knows that you've done something different with your hair before you even see each other

of course, when you do, the first thing he says is that he likes it, it frames your face nicely, and shorter hair is better for combat because it's more difficult to grab

...very straight forward, very seriously, very Silver

if you didn't know him already, you might be freaked out, but, luckily, you know how meaningful a compliment like this is

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you just know Lilia is going to ask if he can do it next time. honestly, he's offended you didn't come to him first! he would've given the both of you the same haircut... what? no? awwww...

he gets over it fast, though he still not-so-subtly offers to bleach and dye it to match his...

do not fall asleep around this man fr

otherwise, if you'll let him, he'd enjoy playing with your hair

twirling his fingers around it, flicking it, braiding it, gently tugging it, it's just fun for him. he's weird (<3)

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okay. Malleus, the prince of not being able to handle change, is just a little upset you didn't even tell him you were going to cut it. of course, he knows it's not his place, and he can't (and also wouldn't) tell you what to do, but, to him, it's another harrowing reminder that humans have a completely different relationship with time

(he's in his philosophical era, don't worry about him. or do?)

he consults Lilia, and then broods about it, as he does

and then once he's over his melodramatic intermission, comes to really like it

really! you'd look cute in anything, of course, but there's something about this style that is really alluring to him

so pretty, he could stare at you all day!

I mean, like, more than he already does

[yan-randomfandom]

P!Yandere!Pines Family x GN!Teenager!Reader

[PLATONIC] a continuation to this! decided to just make them all yanderes cuz y not lol errmm just subtle ykwim... i'm not proofreading all this so just have my draft

warnings: staring, violence, alcoholics, abuse, blood, implied murder. woah intense

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"Then I saved Ford by slicing its eye! You should have seen it!"

You laughed, settling down from your dramatic gestures that you've been making throughout the entire dinner. The entire Pines family watched you in awe, especially Dipper and Mabel, easily captivated by your personality and story.

"Yes, well, they certainly saved my life," Ford chuckled as he fed himself a spoonful of food.

"You have to stop lettin' kids save your life so much," Stan scoffed.

Dipper grabbed a book out of nowhere, clicking his pen in preparation—

"No writing at the dinner table! We talked about this!" Stan called out, earning a sheepish smile from Dipper who immediately drops the book on the ground.

"But what did the monster look like?" Dipper stammered, eventually turning to you with a curious look on his face. He looked eager to learn more. That's what you can tell anyway, if you remove his reddened face, which is most likely from embarrassment.

Mabel, who sat across from you, leaned towards you with the biggest smile on her lips. You grinned back to return her energy. "Bet it was super gross! Was there a lot of blood?! Blaarrrgghhh!!!"

"No gross sounds at the table, pumpkin!" Even Stanley felt like he's tired of his own voice. This is him trying his best to not let you be uncomfortable. Well, he supposed you and his brother brought up the story in the first place.

Speaking of, why were you even here? Ford came back in the mystery shack after missing for a day, only to bring a random teen with him. It's a good thing he cooked extra since he thought Soos was coming over.

But he needed answers fast.

"Ford," Stan whispered firmly, catching his brother's attention. Tilting his head, he tried to signal him to move out, but someone interrupted them before they could do anything.

"Hey! No sneaking out the dinner table!" Mabel exclaimed, pointing a fork at her grunkles.

Stanley stood up and Ford followed his actions. They were already heading out the door with Stan holding his twin's wrist. "Well, sweetheart, VERY REASONABLE EXCUSE!"

As soon as they were out of sight, you and the other kids exchanged looks.

"He did say it's reasonable."

"Yeah, I can live with that."

... You snorted. "You guys are a funny bunch. He literally said the excuse, and you let him go just like that? You must trust each other a lot."

"You have no idea, stranger, you have no idea," Mabel laughed. "Sorry, what was your name again?"

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Meanwhile, deep inside the mystery shack, where they were sure there'd be no eavesdropping happening...

"You let the kid stay here without telling their parents?!"

Stanley was freaking out. Yet, he really shouldn't be surprised Ford would do this. Ironically, poindexter would even criticize his behavior, his grunkle methods! How ridiculous is this whole thing, huh?!

"It's more complicated than that! Look, I know this sounds bad—"

"It does!" Stan yelped, his hands clenching. "Their parents must be so worried! And we can't just let them—"

"No, no, Stanley, walk with me here," Ford said, placing his hands on his brother's shoulders. "It's their parents that are the problem."

A few deep breaths from Stan. Alright, okay. This is making more sense now.

"We'll take them to their house first thing in the morning," Ford explained. "Let's see what we'll do from there."

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"I hope my drawing isn't too bad," you chuckled, giving the journal back to Dipper. His eyes skimmed over your illustration of the monster you killed. "It doesn't match yours and Mabel, but..."

"Are you kidding?! It's perfect! Thank you!" Dipper beamed, writing more notes down the rest of the page.

From above, Mabel had her legs folded over the ceiling wood of the house. You looked up and made eye contact, as much as you can anyway. She's upside down.

"Hi! How old are you again?"

How did she even get up there, you wonder. You glanced around, smiling when you realized, and worked your way up.

They stared at you in awe when you climbed right next to Mabel's side. Now you're hanging upside down too. "Cool tricks, Mabel. Hope you don't mind me copying you?"

She doesn't respond, starstrucked. Glancing at Dipper, his jaw was also on the floor.

"Uhhh," you awkwardly smiled, "But I just turned sixteen! You guys are turning thirteen, right?"

"You're the coolest," Mabel whispered, dragging a hand across your face. Okay. That's a bit weird, but it's welcome.

"Thanks," you grinned, manually removing her hand from your face. You looked down at Dipper again. "Hey, Dipper, what time is it?"

He scrambled around and grabbed a watch from somewhere. "Uh, nine o' clock."

"Nine?!" your sudden outburst caused you to fall to the carpet, a pained groan leaving your lips. At least you managed to drop skillfully. "Oh, that hurt."

"Are you okay?!" Dipper rushed to your side, offering a comforting hand on your back.

"Yeah, I just," you paused. "It's nine already? My parents are gonna kill me, man. I gotta go home."

"What!!"

Mabel also dropped down from her outburst, but her landing isn't painful as yours, because you caught her in time. She gazed at you from your arms, stars forming in her eyes.

"Woah. You have fast reflexes!" she squealed as you gently put her down.

Dipper shook his head. "But you can't go home this late at night. Didn't you say you're from outside of Gravity Falls?"

You crossed your arms, pondering. "Yeah, but... Okay, wait, where's Ford?"

Footsteps followed your words. All of you turned to the doorway, seeing the older set of Pines twins. It's kind of amazing, really, you rarely saw twins and this family has two pairs.

"Oh, there you are!" you grinned, walking over to him. Ford blinked at you. "I'm sorry, dude, but I think I overstayed my welcome. I'll go ahead and—"

"Eh, nah," Stanley chimed in, earning your attention, "It's too dark for ya to go out. Let's take you home tomorrow, yeah?"

"But-"

"No butts, they're for sitting," he continued, gently pushing you down on his recliner. You sat down, albeit confused. "Think of it as a sleepover. That's fun, right kids?"

Mabel skipped to your view, an eager grin on her face. "Yeah! We can paint your nails and everything!"

"While I'll show you more of the journals," Dipper beamed, showing one of them to you.

Their ideas were nice, it truly was, but the circumstances are concerning. You couldn't help the frown forming on your lips. They all noticed.

Ford stepped in between them, kneeling and offering you a smile. "Don't worry, kiddo. We'll take good care of you 'til morning. I'm sure your parents will understand."

"I guess I can't really do anything about it," you muttered, eventually accepting the situation. You stood up with a grin. "Okay! Who wants to be unaware of me stealing cool stuff here?!"

"I do!" Mabel screamed, only to pause. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah," Stan squinted, "What?"

You hummed, suddenly behind him, and stared at Stanley's wallet. Ford shook his head at you. "You have a very alarming number of IDs. Is this normal? Then again, you're old."

A laugh left Stan as he took back his wallet from you. "Oh, you got some gift, kid. Didn't even hear or feel you take it!"

"I can teach you," you smiled.

"Please don't," Dipper groaned.

"No need," Stan snorted. "We can pickpocket the whole world together!'

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"This journal is amazing! And Ford wrote this? Seriously, no wonder why he was so smart!"

You flipped the book page by page, your jaw dropped the whole time. Sure, a while ago, you saw one page, but only because Dipper told you to draw on it. You didn't expect a whole research surrounding Gravity Falls!

"Interesting enough for you to visit Gravity Falls more often?" Dipper chuckled as he watched you.

"Woah," you smiled, "You like my company that much, Dipper? Don't you have any friends here— oh shoot, wait, I didn't mean—"

A ghost of a frown spread through his face. Why did you have to ask that?! You were just projecting if you had to be honest, but still!!!

"Sorry, that was insensitive," you blurted, closing the book and focusing all your attention on him. "I only said that because I feel that way. I know, that's pretty lame."

He looked surprised. "Really? But you're so cool?"

"Some people think I'm weird is all. But thanks for finding me cool, Dip," you laughed, glancing at Mabel who was snoring. "I find you and your sister cool too. A lot, actually. So it's nice to know you both like me."

Dipper sniffed. "Man. Ditto."

You grabbed a blanket and placed it over Mabel's body, making sure she's covered head to toe. She snuggled up to it unconsciously.

"Welp, bed time," you murmured, reaching for another one. You stretched the blanket, letting Dipper be able to invite himself in. "Come on."

He happily accepted, nestling his head next to your shoulder. Mabel followed him, her head tilting to your chest.

You slept, content.

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You woke up, disturbed.

The first thing you saw after sleeping is Dipper and Mabel staring at you in silence. As soon as you noticed them, they scrambled away from you and tried to act natural.

Yet, you couldn't forget the small glimpse of their faces. Wide-eyed, a bit of judgment, but most of all, solemn.

Before you could question them, Dipper yelled, "Grunkles! They're awake!"

You winced from the volume of his voice, having just woken up. He immediately apologized to you, but it's all good.

"Visit us again soon! Byeee!"

The next thing you know, you're in the backseat of a car with Stanley next to you. He was pouting, arms crossed.

"This is literally my car. I can't believe it! You won't even let me drive my own car?" he sneered at Ford who sat on the driver's seat.

Ford rolled his eyes. "I can't have you get in trouble by driving again. Think of the kid."

While driving to your address is certainly much faster than walking, it still took a while. You managed to fall asleep, tilting your head on Stan's shoulder. It seemed that you're not alone in being unconscious, because he snored loudly.

Glancing at the mirror, Ford simply exhaled.

You're here.

He parked in front of your house.

Ford nudged Stan awake, who poked you awake next.

You stood up drowsily, holding Stan's hand while walking up to your house. Ford took the lead and knocked on your front door.

To both grunkles' disappointment, things get messy.

Both your parents, drunk, loudly told them off and took you away roughly from Stan. Tears leaked out of your eyes, saying countless apologies to the Pines twins and your parents.

Without much of a fight, Ford forcibly grabbed you back, carrying your body with one arm. He looked at Stan who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Psst, I'll handle this," Stanley murmured in the midst of your father yapping nonsense. Maybe the professional con-man can knock some sense into your deadbeat parents.

Ford took you back to the car. You sobbed relentlessly, whispering the most saddening things he wished to unhear. He hugged you tightly, muttering sweet nothings until you fell asleep.

After a long while, Stan finally came back.

His eyes were wide. He was shaking.

"I didn't mean to. They started it—I had no choice!"

Gazing down, Ford realized Stan's hands were covered in blood. He swallowed the thickness in his throat.

"...I'll help you clean it up."