The Trolley Problem Vs. Systemic Oppression: A Comic.

So I started playing cookie rush kingdom again and…

I got White Lily Cookie as my first undetermined cookie. Is this guaranteed or?

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Dude thank you so much for portraying Dipper as the asshole (affectionate) he is. He’s a ball of anxiety and awkward social skills but he’s also five seconds away from slamming doors on people and swinging punches. My beautiful son stands on BUSINESS

fuck yeah, man. it's one of my favorite things about dipper (as you can probably tell).

he's got anxiety. he gets panic attacks. he's paranoid and sweaty and super awkward. AND he's absolutely done with everyone's shit all the time. it's that stan pines snark coming out in him.

i just adore when characters have contrasting personality traits like this -- it fleshes them out so well and creates really interesting duality.

here, friend, have some of my favorite shithead dipper faces:

go ahead, try his patience. it'll be fun.

My favourite harmless prank I've heard of was done by this girl whose dad was a geologist, and they'd go on day hikes with his geologist friends/co-workers and when she got bored on them she'd habitually pick up a random rock and go ask him what it is, and one of them would explain what kind of a rock that is, how it probably got here, and usually some notions of the more unusual features the rock had, if any.

And she had a friend who had once gone on a tourist trip to Iceland and brought back a volcanic rock. So she borrowed the rock and took it with her on the hike, and after two randomly picked up "hey dad what rock is this", she presented the volcanic rock, in the same fashion as all the others.

3 minutes later there are five middle-aged and older men circled around this mysterious rock, all agreeing on what it is, but not why it is. They keep asking her questions, where did she find it? Were there any other rocks around there that looked like it? Was it like this on the ground? People walking past the group try to stretch their necks to see over the geologists' shoulders to see what's the source of such amazement.

And in the end she couldn't take it anymore, burst into laughter and confessed. The geologists agree that it was pretty clever.

In the echoing remnants of Weirdmageddon, Mabel had one question for herself:

Was she a good person?

Sure, the whole unicorn 'pure of heart' thing was a farce. And, sure, her Mabel Bubble was classic Bill Cipher manipulation. But if she hadn't given the rift to him--- if she hadn't been so selfish---

Mabel wasn't scared of Bill coming back (she didn't doubt the powers of Stan's punches) and she wasn't scared of 'the next big bad' like Dipper was. She wasn't even scared of her Grunkles going off to sea--- she knew they would come back. She was scared, in the way a child can be, of herself. She wanted to be a good friend, a good sister, a good niece, a good person. She wanted to be so golden-hearted that no one could convince her into doing something so selfish again. Her time after Bill is the time, she determines, to reinvent herself into something better.

She starts to give up parts of herself, in order to serve others better. All of her knitting projects must be gifts to others, so she stops wearing sweaters herself. Ducktective was her favorite show, so she stops watching it. Forcing others to look at her crafts is selfish, so she hides them, doesn't share them, eventually stops making them. Mabel dissolves into a shell of herself, because she's trying to become something better. Loud, bright, colorful Mabel helped start Weirdmageddon, so she had to die. She doesn't share her fears or her nightmares, because that would selfish, but sometimes she dreams that they all just left her in her Bubble to rot away, and the world was better for it.

The kids are visiting the Shack at the same time the Grunkles are rolling into port, so it should be loud and chaotic and covered with glitter, but it's not--- Stan has never been so unnerved. He finds Mabel on the porch, but it's not the Mabel he knows--- reading quietly, wearing all black, eyes pinched and tired. She smiles when he sits next to her, but it's a dim smile. Stan's heart hurts

"Mabel," Stan says, his voice gruff, but not gruff enough to hide his concern, "The parts of my life where I was my worst, my meanest, my saddest? Those were the days when I pretended to be something I wasn't." He holds up a lumpy pink and purple sweater he learned to knit just for her, because he was a good Grunkle, dammit. "Pumpkin, I think we need to have a talk about guilt."

I like to think there's at least one person in the Gravity Falls universe that's obsessed with lost media and old telephone product commercials. Imagine someone updating the lost media wiki on StanCo products and commercials. Trying to link all the different identities of Stan Pines. Only to find out he died in a mysterious car crash that left no body? Imagine the drama, the niche YouTube videos. The concerns for this person who's oddly obsessed over a decade old scam company.

"It's Mabel's fault that weirdmageddon started-"

SHE WAS 12

HAD A HORRIBLE DAY

WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE HER FRIENDS FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR WITHOUT THEM EVEN BEING ABLE TO ATTEND HER BIRTHDAY PARTY

JUST LEARNED THAT HIGHSCHOOL, THE THING THAT'S UP AND COMING FOR HER WILL BE HORRIBLE

WHEN SHE GETS HOME, HER PARENTS WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT UNTIL THEY DIVORCE, WHICH WILL BE HORRIBLE AS WELL

OH WELL AT LEAST SHE HAS DIPPER- NOPE! HE'S LEAVING YOU TO STAY WITH THE GRUNKLE HE JUST MET RECENTLY

SO NOW SHE'S GONNA HAVE TO FACE ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT ALONE

And this full-grown adult man who is known to have stuff to do with time

Offers to stop it so she won't have to be alone

Which he can do with this weird snow globe thing that NOBODY TOLD HER WAS THE RIFT???

Weirdmageddon was NOT MABEL'S FAULT

It was BILLS FAULT

you're not an horrible person you are 15 years old

doing perimeter patrols is a common but little known ptsd symptom, and i think ford doing it not only makes sense for him post-portal but also is a great way to force awkward, impromptu conversations between him and everyone else