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paceypeternathanslawyer · 4 years ago

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I think the show inflated Dawson and Joey’s connection via the dialogue. If they wanted to show us what a deep connection DJ had they should have done more than show Dawson ranting to Joey about his life and having Joey respond to it. I believe they’re childhood friends. I don’t believe they’re soulmates or even that they have the “I-don’t-know-where-you-end-and-I-begin.” Their friendship would have been more believable if Dawson hadn’t been so narcissistic and self absorbed. We should have seen a more balanced/equal relationship between him and the other characters.

I don’t think Dawson is any worse than the other characters, especially during the college years. The main problem with Dawson is that the show continuously tells us what a great guy he is. And by doing so, it doesn’t always hold him accountable to his mistakes to the degree that necessary. When Dawson does apologize he often sounds dismissive and condensing (ei: “I could tell you all roads lead back to me but those are just words…go… you’re free.”) Also, Most of Dawson’s interactions with his friends revolved around his feelings and his interests.

Like in a commentary, Kerr Smith, discusses how hard it was to film the scene where everyone gathered to cheer Dawson up in the end of True Love, especially since the scene before that one featured a very emotional moment between Jack and his dad. It was as if Dawson’s heartbreak was more important than Jack’s. Dawson literally used homophobia directed at Jack to win Joey back and also almost crashed Jack’s boat, he didn’t deserve to have Jack be his friend.

When it comes to Pacey, the narrative acknowledges that he’s a screw up and holds him accountable for his mistakes. When Pacey screws up he usually also apologizes right away and it doesn’t sound half-assed like “I’m sorry IF you got offended.” Also I like that Pacey doesn’t only apologize, he rectifies the situation via his actions (ex: when he came back to dance with Joey at the prom in S6 after humiliating her at prom or when he raised money for Dawson’s film after losing all of his money).

Personally, I don’t think Dawson is any more misogynistic than any of the other guys. The most misogynistic scene was where Jack told his frat bro that Audrey was “easy”. He was forgiven pretty easily by Audrey and Joey for saying that. Pacey also had a tendency to over-sexualize certain women.

Dawson is horrible in later seasons as well. For one he cheats on his girlfriend and then has the nerve to get angry at Joey for being understandably mad about the situation. He calls her a scared child after just sleeping with her btw which is super gross. Instead of taking responsibility for his screwup he blames her and makes himself to be a victim of Joey.

Dawson still has zero empathy in later seasons. Number 1, he goes to Pacey and asks him to invest ALL his money. As someone who works in the financial world and I believe everyone should know this. It doesn't matter how carefully you invest... you should never invest every cent you have. That is extremely stupid!!! And then he went to his friend wanting him to be the one to invest it and Pacey is smartly reluctant to do so because that is such a bad idea to have your friend do something like that. But he pushed Pacey into it in the first place. It sucks that in the end he lost his money but Pacey also lost his own money... did Dawson give a shit about Pacey? No. He could have comiserated with him since they were both in the same boat but no Dawson thinks of no one but himself. Their whole fight in that episode just infuriates me because it's a lot Dawson dredging up the past and rewriting history to once again making Pacey out to be the villain of his life's movie that he has made in his own head.

"You wanna know why we're not friends, pace? It's not because of what happened with Joey, even though that turned my world upside down. It's because from that day forward, I realized that you hadn't been my friend for... maybe quite some time, 'cause the second you made us competitors" This line makes me livid. Dawson is the one who accused Pacey of stealing the PSATs when he truly didn't, called him weak and self motivated. He threw a basketball at Pacey's face and broke his nose. He forgot his birthday. Told him he should go back to being a screwup who makes him feel better about his life. Dawson was a horrible friend and all those things happened before the situation with Joey and Dawson has to the nerve to act like Pacey was the one who didn't want to be his friend. Also the line about making them competitors? Dawson made them competitors. He did not have to care that Pacey and Joey dated he did not need to throw away their friendship. He chose that. He ruined their friendship. Dawson literally made them competitors when he signed up for the boat race that Pacey had signed up to take part in weeks before all the drama went down. Dawson is literally rewriting history there to make himself the victim.

"I remember when my best friend had a choice and chose to turn his back on me. If you'd ever stopped settin' us up against each other, you woulda realized that you and I are not that far apart." Pacey turned his back on him? I seem to recall Pacey doing everything in his power to fix their friendship in S4 including apologizing to Dawson even though I don't believe he needed to. Also Pacey went to Dawson to apologize about losing all his money and Dawson dredged up the past and tried to demonize him for things that he had already apologized for years prior. Looks to me like your the one settin you two up against each other, Dawson!

"You don't wanna know me, pace. You wrote me off a long time ago." Again I feel like a broken record but in season 5 and 6 Pacey was extremely nice to Dawson way nicer than I would have been. Dawson wrote Pacey off the moment he found out he was dating Joey.

Secondly he never apologized to Pacey for nearly killing him and saying horrible vile things about him at the end of Season 3 so one can assume that he believed until the end of time that he wasn't in the wrong. Plus i'm of the opinion that he shouldn't be forgiven until he has apologized.

He is way more sexist than Pacey and Jack... there might be some peripheral characters that have him beat but i'm not too sure.

In season 5, he meets that film critic and says some sexist bullshit to her specifically this is their exchange...

Amy: Hardball. Keanu Reeves coaches this inner-city little league team and, in the process, changes their lives for the better. I lost it. I mean, I cried like a baby. I saw it in the theater 5 times.

Dawson: That explains that, then.

Amy: What?

Dawson: Why your boyfriend dumped you. You're a sentimental drama queen with really crappy taste in movies.

1. Fuck you Dawson. Your opinion in movies is not that great. Wasn't he the one who in S3 went on and on to Pacey about how he didn't like film noir... yeah I don't trust his opinion in movies in the least.

2. Drama queen?! Also telling a random woman you don't even know that he understands why her boyfriend dumped her?! Again fuck you Dawson.

#dawson leery #anti dawson leery #dawson's creek #dawson's creek rant

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invisibletinkerer · 7 years ago

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Ficlet: Hang on and survive

A missing scene between Gideon and Ford in Bill’s Fearamid.

Length: ~2000 words.

AO3 link.

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Gideon danced.

His feet ached, his heart beat like a sledgehammer and his arms felt like lead, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t stop. Bill wasn’t even in the throne room any longer, but Gideon’s body had a mind of its own, obeying the demon’s commands. It was slowly starting to dawn on him that Bill might have been literal about telling him to dance for all eternity.

He’d scream, but for once the last thing he wanted was attention. The dance was embarrassing enough without the walking nightmares actively laughing at him. It was like a curse out of a fairy tale, painful and humiliating and completely and utterly unheroic. Why did he have to listen to Dipper Pines today of all days? As if standing up to a chaos god would make any difference at all, or would allow him to go down like some kind of hero worthy of love and adoration. It certainly didn’t. This was nothing but ridiculous pathetic forced cuteness with no end in sight. He’d rather die than have Mabel see him like this. In fact, he’d rather die than dance like this forever even if Mabel didn’t see him, but he didn’t seem to have any choice in the matter.

He flinched – without missing a beat in the dance – when the giant golden triangle reentered the room from a side passage, though Bill didn’t even glance in the direction of Gideon’s cage. The demon was holding the end of a glowing blue chain in one hand, the other hand waving for his henchmaniacs. The throne made from petrified humans hid whatever was on the other end of the chain from Gideon’s view, but the way Bill held it made it seem like a leash.

“Hey guys!” Bill said, his unearthly voice as chipper as ever. “My old friend here has the key to unlock the full armageddon on the universe, but he’s reluctant to give it to me. What do you say we all get creative on him?”

As he was talking, he pulled the prisoner into view. It was a greying man in a beige trenchcoat, shackled by the neck and wrists by the glowing chain. As Bill pulled on the chain again the man stumbled, his left leg folding under him, and he was unceremoniously dragged along the floor for the last few feet. Gideon couldn’t see his face, but he thought he could hear his labored breathing even over his own.

Bill turned around and looked down on his victim. “Think about it, IQ,” he said. “It’s not too late to change your mind.” He only waited a couple of seconds for a reply, and when none came he dissolved the chain and threw the man up on the seat of the throne. Gideon could clearly hear the strangled cry of pain as he landed on the uneven stone. A moment later the chain reappeared, this time only cuffing his left ankle, like an afterthought to keep him from escaping.

The man groaned and curled up on himself, but Bill paid him no more heed as he left to talk to his demon henchmen some distance away. Gideon went completely ignored, but even so, he was still dancing. He wished there was something he could say to the other prisoner, but he couldn’t think of a single thing. He remained quiet and watched.

The man below took a deep breath and struggled to get up to a sitting position, like he was trying to salvage some small part of his dignity. He ended up resting his forehead against his knees. It was obvious from the way he moved that he’d been badly manhandled already, and it made Gideon uneasy. This person must have annoyed Bill even worse than Gideon himself had managed to do. He wasn’t sure if it was sympathy or comiseration or what it was, but Gideon somehow felt bad for him.

Eventually the man raised his eyes towards the sound of Gideon’s tapping feet, revealing a dirty red turtleneck sweater, cracked glasses, and a bruised but very familiar face.

Gideon gasped. He didn’t know why he’d expected it to be a stranger – perhaps because he didn’t recognize the trenchcoat – but seeing this particular face right now was a chock.

“Stanford Pines!?”

Stanford blinked as if trying to get Gideon into focus. “Yes, that’s me.” Something in the cadence of his voice seemed wrong, but perhaps that was just the result of the way he’d been treated.

“What does Bill even want with you, old man!?” How deep down the rabbit hole did Stanford Pines’ secrets go? Gideon hated Stanford Pines, but right now he could barely remember why. When you’re prisoners of an insane chaos god bound to torment you both for the rest of eternity, everything else suddenly seemed petty. He was the closest to a friend Gideon might ever see again.

Stanford winced, then sighed. “Weirdmageddon has been deterred by a natural weirdness barrier around the Gravity Falls valley,” he explained. “I know how to disable the barrier, but I won’t let Bill cause the end of our universe if I can help it.” He grimaced and added with more than a hint of bitterness, “He likes me for my brain.”

“Dang.” Now that sounded positively heroic, even if it filled Gideon with dread. Bill could do anything. Anything at all. Stanford was just an old man, he wouldn’t stand a chance. If Gideon’s body hadn’t been hijacked by a dancing curse he might have tried to think of something wittier to say, but right now he was too exhausted to be anything but completely honest, and if Stanford’s uncharacteristically straightforward answer was any indication, he felt the same way. “I always suspected you were more clever than you looked, with the way you outsmarted me last time and all, but I never wanted—”

Stanford’s face shot back up towards Gideon. “Wait, what?”

The old man’s confused tone made Gideon shut up. “Wait what, what?” he replied, flummoxed.

Stanford squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. “Alright, I see what’s going on here. You must be mistaking me for my brother. That only makes sense.” He held up his right hand, making Gideon aware that something was off with it – and not just the fact that several of his fingers were discolored purplish red and bent in unnatural directions. It looked hideously painful. “The most obvious difference between us is the number of fingers.”

Gideon’s eyes widened. He’d only seen a six-fingered hand once before. “But... Does that mean... You’re the author of the journals? Are you?”

The man who might or might not be Stanford Pines smiled weakly. “You’ve read my work, too?”

“I certainly did! I read it backwards and forwards and used it for all sorts of things. Honestly I don’t think much good ever came of it even if I loved it at the time.” He stopped to breathe, then continued because he needed to say this, and if this man really wrote the journals he might even be able to understand. “I summoned Bill, too, twice, if you’ll believe it. I think… I think this whole apocalypse business might actually be my fault.” There. He’d put words to it. It was the nagging guilt that had been the final drop making him turn against Bill, and see where that had gotten him.

The man sighed again. “I’m afraid that honor belongs to me and no one else. And it seems my only other legacy in Gravity Falls has been the corruption of children. I’m sorry – I should never have allowed those journals to be found.”

Fair enough, probably. It still didn’t seem quite right. “He just seemed so reasonable. In the beginning. It all seemed to make sense at the time! I guess he tricked me.”

“You and me both, child.”

They were silent for several heartbeats, the only sound being Gideon’s shuffling dance moves and panting breath and a few raspy coughs from the man below. “Where did you come from, anyway?” Gideon asked. “I never knew Stanford Pines had a twin brother.”

Stanford’s twin scoffed. “I’m Stanford Pines.”

“If you’re Stanford, then who’s the old man with the fez?”

“He’s my twin brother, Stanley. He took my name and identity when I fell into an interdimensional portal thirty years ago.”

“Oh.” Gideon grimaced. He didn’t know what else to say. It occurred to him that Stanford – Stanley? – might have been a conman out of his league after all.

“Exactly.” Stanford raised his broken hand again in Gideon’s general direction. “Greetings, my name is Stanford Pines. Please call me Ford. I’d shake your hand, but I don’t think either of us can reach that far right now. What’s your name?”

“I’m Gideon. Gideon Gleeful.”

“Nice to meet you, Gideon.”

It didn’t even matter who he was, did it? This “Ford” might have six fingers and a might have written the journals and might be a complete stranger, but he was still the closest Gideon had to a friend right now. “It’s not nice!” he blurted. “Bill is dang near omnipotent and we both know he’s going to hurt you for that information and look at me, he put a freaking curse on me to dance cute dances for all of eternity!”

“Yes, I noticed. I wasn’t going to mention it.”

Gideon wasn’t sure if that was polite or insufferable. “Everything is horrible! How can you be so calm?”

Ford lowered his eyes. His shoulders sank visibly, but it was several moments before he said anything. “I’m not,” he finally admitted. “I’ve been through some bad things before, but... Bill means business this time.” He flexed his broken hand slightly, shuddering. “I can take it, though. I have to.”

“You could just give him what he wants,” Gideon found himself saying. “We’re all done for anyway! He could torture you for all eternity, and maybe it’s better to just let everything end. You know?”

Ford’s shoulders shook, but Gideon couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. Possibly both. “No,” he managed. “Don’t you think I’ve considered that? But it’s never better to give up.” He took a deep breath and looked up at Gideon again. “Sometimes all you can do is to hang on and survive and bide your time until a chance opens up. I’m not about to let the world end unless I’m absolutely certain all hope is lost.”

“But what hope could there possibly—?”

Ford glanced over to the other end of the room. Gideon followed his gaze and noticed that the demons seemed to be wrapping up their conversation. Bill was turning his eye back towards the throne. They were running out of time.

“I’m sorry you’ll have to see this,” Ford said. His voice was shaking slightly.

Bill was already towering over them. Gideon swallowed. His arms were still waving around, but he could barely feel them anymore.

“Hey Fordsy,” Bill said. “I’m giving you one last chance to let me in your mind with no harm no foul. What do you say? Give me a tour for old times’ sake?”

“No! Never.”

“Stubborn as always, Sixer. Let’s see how long you’ll keep that up. We have forever here – time is dead and meaning has no meaning, remember?”

With that, more glowing chains appeared and attached themselves to Ford’s ankles, wrists and neck, lifting him spread-eagled into the air. For a moment he glared defiantly at Bill, who glared back with as close to a smirk as a triangle with a single eye and no other facial features could manage. Then the demons got to work.

Gideon would have looked away if he could. If his limbs had been his own, he would have curled up in the far end of the cage, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut, and he knew the screams still would have pierced his heart and mind.

They tore Ford’s body to shreds. They put it back together only to do it again in a different way. Bones broken, limbs pulled out of joints, blood and guts spilling from open wounds. Fire and electrical currents on unprotected skin. Time and again Bill would take a break and ask in a reasonable tone if Ford wanted it to end.

He refused every time.

Gideon danced.

#gravity falls #fanfic #gideon gleeful #stanford pines #missing scene #cw torture #it writes

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escailyyy · 8 years ago

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Sisters and Misters

"So you and professor Tyrion, why, how and when?" Arya said dumping her school bag in Sansa's bed and letting her stuff spill all over the sheets "talk, now" she ordered giving her older sister the look that warned her against lying

"We kinda, might have, sort of....slept together this one time the day Joffrey dumped me for Margaery" Sansa had the decency to look ashamed, this was Arya, not Bran, although if Arya was here then it was probably because Bran knew, and that was way too many family members keeping tabs on her

"Wait! Didn't Asshat dump you during summer camp? How did you go from there to having sex with your political science professor?" now Arya was intrigued, one thing was to hear it from Bran's Three Eyed Raven surveillance system and another was to hear the details from the source. Normally Sansa was an insanely private person who only trusted a few of her girlfriends, but she was also the only source of feminine wiles that Arya would ever listen to, so finding out she was not as perfect as mom and dad thought was exciting as hell.

"I didn't know he was a professor at King's Landing's University when I met him! Let alone Joffrey's uncle" Sansa hissed "to me he was this short man in a bar who was also getting publicly dumped, we comiserated over our sorrows you know, he was funny and witty and..."

"And you had drunk rebound sex I get it" Arya stopped her sister before she got to the dirty bits "Doesn't explain what happened after though, let's face it Sansa professor Tyrion is not exactly your...type"

"Why do people keep saying that? Lyanna said the same thing" Sansa huffed crossing her arms over her chest "so what if he's not tall dark and handsome, he's witty and devious and terribly funny, we can talk for hours and still want to see each other next morning"

Apparently the last part went right over Arya's head "Wait a minute Lyanna knew you were banging your professor before me? Who else knows?, I'm your sister, I should come before Lyanna Mormont"

"Lyanna knew something was up the first time she saw my scooter outside the tower of the hand, nothing escapes that brat" she remembered she'd been so completely frozen when she arrived late to her first day of class only to find out that her new professor was the Mr best-sex-ever that she hadn't been able to concentrate on his lecture at all, which was fine because she later she found out he only talked about KLU's honor code on loop for forty-five minutes.

Tyrion had asked her to stay back in order to apologise and Sansa had willfully misinterpreted the whole thing to avoid his apology so he'd asked her about her political ambitions and they ended up sharing a meal in his office while Sansa bitched over how creepy Petyr Baelish was.

"Also I'm not banging him!, we just have lunch together a lot....and maybe dinner, he takes me to all these exotic restaurants and I like dragging him to Hot Pie's for some good northern cusine, its nothing bad, we just talk about class and family and stuff, sometimes we see a show in the Targaryen Arena or go driving around town"

"But no sex?" Arya observed Sansa closely, so far she'd been truthful "not even a handjob under the desk?" Sansa shook her head which made Arya laugh "Does he have brain damage? What man in this universe has a one night stand with you and never tries getting into your pants again?"

"He said he wouldn't, well not unless I ask him to that is" Sansa blushed "Tyrion isn't like that, he's very respectful"

"Are we talking about the same Tyrion Lannister?, Founder of the 'God of tits and wine' wet T-shirt competition back when he was a student?" Arya snorted "You're crazy"

"Maybe he doesn't like me that way, ever thought about that?" Sansa muttered picking at the threads of her floral pajamas "Maybe he feels sorry for me, after all he knows Cersei pulled strings and kicked me out of Royal House sorority when Marg got together with Joffrey so he's trying to make it up to me"

Arya looked at Sansa's blush, turned her face to the side and studied the way her lips suppressed a sigh "But you WANT to, oh my Stranger I'm so telling Jon about this!" She made to leave but Sansa tackled her to the ground

"Don't you DARE, Jon will tell Sam who will tell Gilly who will tell Roslin who will tell Robb who will tell Dad who will tell Mom who in turn will DEFINITELY kill me"

"But professor Tyrion practically adopted Danny, don't you think Jon should know you're dating his unnoficial future father in law?"

"WERE NOT DATING" Sansa growled clasping a hand over Arya's mouth "Besides Tyrion isn't like a father to Danny, he's more like a fun uncle, or an annoying elder brother, if anything Danny adopted Tyrion not the other way around"

Arya twisted out of her tackle and licked Sansa's hand to make her move it "Sansa hate to break it to you miss prissy but if he's taking you out to nice places, spend your weekends together and ditch family dinners to meet up in the library while you secretly want to bang in the nearest surface" Arya levelled Sansa with her best bitch face "That's called dating" she started to head for the door again

"If Jon hears about this Arya I swear I'll tell him about the greasy mechanic from Fleabottom that you like so much" Sansa shot back crossing her arms over her chest "let's see who wins the prize for 'most disappointing significant other' in our parents eyes this year"

"Go ahead!" Arya called her bluff "I'll even invite Gendry over to tonight's Thanksgiving dinner, because unlike you I'm not ashamed of my friends"

"You mean it's serious with the guy? I'll have you know I'm not ashamed of Tyrion! I'm afraid dad will kill him, there's a difference" Sansa was actually very proud of him and would have loved to parade her non-relationship all around campus if it wasn't for the fact that "He's also my professor, people will think I'm with him because I want an easy A" Cersei would definitely make it look that way

"So?" Arya deadpanned "Jon is practically married to a pyromaniac distantly related to him by blood, Robb hooked up with Roslin Frey, who's the daughter of the biggest creep in Westeros, I have Gendry who I really like, Gendry who dropped out of highschool and currently works for less than Rickon's allowance, Bran has both Meera and Jojen because he thinks he's the next Oberyn Martell all that was missing in the table was your addition to the list"

"You're right, dating Tyrion could only make him lose his job and get me expelled" Sansa felt like the worst, but Arya was right she had to face the music "all right, if you bring Gendry tonight, I will drag Tyrion up here for Turkey, besides who in this family could disappoint mother more this year anyway?" And then Sansa's eyes lit up "unless..."

"Sansa NO" Arya warned her big sister "I know that face, it's not going to work!"

"But Brienne likes you, ask her to come over with Jamie, she won't say no to you" Sansa begged with her best puppy eyes "it works in your favor too, mom will take one look at the Kingslayer and we'll all be off the hook because she hates him since his last reality TV show"

"You're not wrong" it was a testament to how much Arya liked Gendry that she was seriously okay with throwing Brienne to the big wolves "as far as extreme disappointment goes, short of dating Tywin himself there is no topping off Jamie Lannister in mom's mind and Brienne doesn't have to live with mom, unlike us, she can walk out of Thanksgiving dinner unscathed"

"So you'll ask her?"

"Yes" Arya bargained "but only if you convince professor Tyrion to come too, I don't want Gendry to be the only one suffering"

Sansa considered it for a minute and sighed extending her hand "it's a deal" this was going to be the most awkward Thanksgiving ever

#sanrion #college au #arya stark #sansa stark #sansa x tyrion #arya x gendry #family #sisters being sisters #gendry waters

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