#your* suggestions UGH

[sage-nebula]

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

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

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

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

Pacifica swallowed hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh no."

[buttercup-barf]

The Mario movie was cute, best scenes are the ones with the bros just being. Bros.

Peppino is their cousin. That's it, that's the funny.

And per tradition? I guess? Some more (unfortunately Mario-less) doodles under the cut.

... Yeah. Twinsomnia again. These damn sibs are still on my brain. They're here to - Oh? Oh, Peppino's not a kid? They had the wrong address? Oh well. Might as well help him get through the tower!

Something-something functioning as a single character, something-something throwing each other around, something-something basically Gus and Brick.

Some more self-indulgent crossover'ish nonsense...

Same mirror, same man, different time, different reflections. Shoutout to @/rascal-rose for the idea of young Peppino having curly hair!! I cherish him.

And some wholesome stuff to top it off. (I feel like my handwriting is especially bad on the last one, so just in case, it goes "Buongiorno, ranocchio. Do you want the coffee?".)

[rottenbrainstuff]

Long Face is a fucking banger

[yugiohz]

:DDD

[minicy]

Really resent my culture's relationship to food. Food as a commodity, as something to be grown not to be eaten but to be sold overseas and to rot uneaten in fields and behind grocery stores. Food as a comfort, one of few things you get to actually choose and indulge in, and the least healthy choices are the ones that are easiest to buy and consume. Food as a point of control, you can't buy food if you don't sell at least so many hours of life to the Machine, and then what you do get as someone at the bottom of the hierarchy is dictated by others- paternal lawmaking, or arbitrary restrictions, or food given that is unpalatable or outside of your culture or that you don't know how to prepare. Food as a product, what you want is what we have paid for you to want, the food choices you make dictate your marketable lifestyle, the things you eat and drink show your allegiances and your subculture and your sub-subculture, you must eat this much to enter.

Food as a tool for shame is one of the worst offenders. You shouldn't have eaten those things, you should eat this thing instead, why aren't you doing what you're supposed to? You listened to those advertisements and ate what we designed to be as delicious and consumable as possible? You're disgusting. Why won't you eat what you're given? You're ungrateful. Why would you have that carb? Sorry, why would you eat that meat? Sorry, why would you eat anything besides meat? Then, food as a punishment: you must eat the unpleasant thing in unpleasant ways, or else you are irresponsible and deserving of great cruelty. Or, you must not eat anything, or else you are weak willed and deserving of great cruelty. Or, you need to get better, since eating disorders are a feminine problem, a mental health problem, a physical health problem, and being unhealthy is immoral, and unhealthy people are deserving of great cruelty. Why can't you just be normal? By the way, your entire workplace is going keto this month. Your friend is intermittent fasting. Your parents are back on Weight Watchers. Why can't you just be normal?

Then, the way white supremacy permeates it all. Different is disgusting, new is untrustworthy, flavor is unhealthy. I feel like I've been so much better since I started clean eating. That MSG gave me migraines. No, I don't mean from chips, those are fine, I mean from all the stuff they put in Chinese food. Not sure if I want to go in on some tacos, my stomach can't handle it, haha. You know that fried food is always unhealthy, right? And unhealthy is always immoral. Did you eat your vegetables today? Oh, no, of course curry doesn't count. Those vegetables were seasoned and cooked. Processed vegetables don't count. You should have a salad with that, then. You should try this quinoa salad I made. You should really be using agave instead. You should really try out this cleanse.

Food as an entitlement, too, for those with the power in this culture. Violence waged over tropical fruit. Panic over access to anything wanted at any time being interrupted, not even halted. A lack of willingness to change even the smallest amount of their diet when they find out it's killing our planet to farm this many steer, or catch this many fish (and their habitats and the bycatch), because I want steak god damnit, it's a free country!

We're sold poison for our binges and diets for our purges. Our options are growing slimmer, as time is stolen and markets are shuttered and prices continue to go up while packages continue to shrink. Health is kept behind paywalls and sickness is moralized. And somehow, you're the one who's wrong if you don't buy in.

[deklo]

my poor little dog is so sad and uncomfy lately :( he was doing so well but whatever is wrong with him is back and now he’s MISERABLE

[dykefever]

so many youtubers with commentary channels truly have nothing interesting to say all they do is repeat some facts and go and like yeah... its really strange ! over and over again. have some backbone say something ANYTHING !!

[chuluoyi]

Chu, just wanted to ask, did y/n or gojo put any safeword during their late night actives? and if so, did they ever use it?

hMMM now that you said it… yes i think they do have and there’s one occasion in which the reader uses it😦

…i love hurt/comfort and this fits my criteria perfectly so nonnie—

[fatcowboys]

frustrating how fucking. disabling. being disabled is rn. im tired

[woodenela]

Short rl life rant:

I was put on antidepressants 7 years ago, a certain AD that nobody is supposed to be on for THAT long apparently. Nobody told me.

The psychiatrist I saw regularly every 3 months for 6 of those years just kept on prescribing them to me. When I told her I would like to get off them she told me the side effects are going to be a very tough journey cause I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ON THOSE SPECIFIC ADs FOR SO DAMN LONG.

The stories of other long-term patients of hers sounded awful, with nausea and vertigo that can stay for up to A YEAR WTF.

Like, the shifty eyes she had, I could read the "oh fuck" on her face.

I'm so scared of reducing my dose further or even stopping 😭 Fuck you psychiatrist lady, if you knew why didn't you tell me??? Was she just assuming I would take them till the day I kicked the bucket? I'm so mad.

[hella1975]

me and my (also bi) flatmate were talking about date guy last week and out of nowhere she goes 'if you get a boyfriend im gonna be so annoyed we haven't even done anything gay together yet' and like i laughed it off but i keep remembering it bc we dont have a flirty friendship AT ALL like even in the moment it came WAY out of left field and im just here like hold on was gay shit ON THE TABLE??? NO ONE TOLD ME

[lunar-years]

your writing is amazing and i hope those mean ao3 comments weren’t directed at you <3 but also fic writers are a marvel and nobody deserves rude comments wtf is wrong with ppl

Hi thank you so much for sending me this!! It was not me, it was just multiple fics i was reading (and greatly enjoying) where I went to leave a comment and then there were stupid & unnecessarily mean comments already there. It's just super discouraging to read those as both as a writer AND a reader, because those kinds of comments both 1) make it MUCH harder for the author to find motivation to write more of it or write their next story or even just enjoy their day feeling proud of the thing they created and 2) seem to imply readers who very much DID love the fic are wrong or stupid for enjoying it!! which is just goofy because not every story is going to be enjoyed by every reader but you've also gotta know, as a reader, when to backclick out of something that you don't like!

there is just no need to be hateful over something writers are doing for FUN and for FREE. the back button is literally RIGHT THERE and available to use <3

Anyway apologies for the mini rant anon but thank you very much for liking my work and I hope you'll enjoy the next things I'm working on too!!

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

Fukase crunchy

Opinions

(also draw Oliver 👍🏻9

[sporesgalaxy]

I’m surprised you’re here at all given how tumblr can just Put Stuff On Your Dash sometimes and also you have OC OF POPULARITY who people with less impulse control are probably dying to talk about in relation to whatever. I wish you the absolute best but like. Two weeks? Woof.

I've been as close to legitimately addicted as you can get to posting on tumblr since 8th grade so. I DO NOT want to stay off for two whole weeks. to say the least. ✌️

plus so far people have been nice and not spoiled me :) and I can block the toh tag if I start seeing spoilers but I've been posting more mp100 lately so that's what tumblr is shoving at me anyways

[hawkeyedflame]

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[laylanatorseventeen]

Mini rant incoming.

Got the new Minecraft update, LOVE the cherry biome, love the terracotta pots (even tho you cant plant stuff in them for some reason), but incredibly irritated bc I can't help thinking that people have been begging for concrete slabs and stairs and more plants for literal years and if Mojang had expended a fraction of the time they spent on the SIXTEEN base, exponentially customizable armor trims I predict everyone will use Once and forget about, they could have easily implemented those features instead of giving us just two (2) incredibly rare, unable to be duplicated plants, and bamboo slabs and stairs, which are nice I guess but also literally noone asked for them.

In addition, like this could have been wrong, but I thought I read once that Mojang didn't want to give concrete (and glass, and terracotta) slabs and stairs bc they "weren't in real life"? Like the glass i understand but I literally see concrete stairs every day of my life. And stairs made out of bamboo is a ridiculous concept???? Also you have fucking dragons. Like why do you ask for suggestions and feedback if all you're going to do is give bullshit excuses and then add shit noone cares about?