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"what core is this / what aesthetic is this?" = childrens way of saying "what do i search to find more of this?"
I'm a short story which gets made into a novella because of all the pages filled with bullshit
pseudophed by penelope scott is so billford coded
Jeez some of these details like Wendy's mom being dead and Waddles potentially dying are depressing.
The Dipper one especially. That recontextualizes so much about how him and Mabel acted around the end of the series.
No wonder Dip latched onto authority figures so much and wanted to stay with Ford. He was afraid that when he came home, his parents would be divorced.
But where Dipper looked for replacement parents in other adult figures in an attempt to find stability, Mabel clung to whatever stability/reliable family she already had, Dipper. Mable wasn't looking for replacement parents because Dipper essentially filled that role for her, a dependable, reliable family member who would always be there to get her out of trouble. But Mabel couldn't be that person for Dipper in return, so Dipper looked elsewhere for that stability and found it in Ford.
So when the possibility of Dipper not going home came up, Mabel panicked because she would be losing that stability and would return to fighting parents without anyone to depend on.
Mabel handing over the rift makes a lot more sense now. Endless Summer for her equals Endless Stability.
One thing I truly love about Mabel is that she is completely genuine and sincere weird little girl representation. She has a morbid sense of humour. She grew up with a horrifying plush bear called Bear-O and literally everybody hated him. Her prized possession is a pig whom she won at a carnival, claiming to be a witch while doing so. Her initial design for a wax figure was a fairy princess horse fairy princess. She punched a unicorn. She draws portraits of her friends on cats and sells them for a profit. Her dream boyfriend is a Bill and Ted clone who has a masters in law. She's scared of stop motion. Her uncle didn't like colours so she hatched a plan with her friends to blind him. When her uncle offered her a free gift from his shop, she took a grappling hook without even considering any other option. One time she said the sentence "it's covered in my blood, sweat, tears, and other fluids." No one is doing it like her
10 ways to style that dead weight you can't let go of just yet
i do not have any disorders . these r symptoms of being an angel
the idea of music growing on you is so weird. what's going on in your brain that makes it go "mmmmm :/" for the first 6 listens and then "ok!! ❤️" on the 7th
wow you got to the red stop light faster and more dangerously than anyone else. should we throw a party?? should we call nascar
anybody else in here feel like they're constantly and involuntarily calculating their every thought and action. and doing it wrong
does anyone know if its worth the potential disappointment to have hope for a better tomorrow
btw dating sucks as a concept.
nothing is scarier than a girl’s mind when she doesn’t have 30 different hyperfixations working concurrently to insulate her from any tangible complete thoughts
The moment I find something that gives me joy, I CONSUME it incessantly until it yields no more joy. like a mosquitor sucking on blood until it pops.
You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended
being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways
early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
*turns into this and never turns back*
the worse the weather, the happier the girl
my Fear and Hunger: Termina fanfic!!
I'm very pleased to finally be sharing this -- @lgbterrorist and I have put a lot of work into this Swap AU fic, and it's just started serializing on AO3.
Something happened to Kim Kitsuragi that knocked his life wildly off course. Now it’s March of ’51, and he’s woken up in the Whirling-in-Rags with an apocalyptic concussion, a chip on his shoulder, and a partner intent on solving a murder.
The Past Teaches You to Be Alone. Kimharry, rated M, final word count ~148k.
The cover art is by Sykine, definitely check out their other work!
Jorking it. And by it, I mean a deep sense of sadness that has followed me for all of my life.
I am exhausted, scared, incompetent, unenergetic and generally low in spirits
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. June 1952