grunkle stan: it's not illegal if you don't know what the law is!
dipper: i don't...that's not how that works
Dipper: *sneaks into the Mystery Shack at 2am*
*Lights turn on*
Stan: *on the couch* Care to explain where you were?
Dipper: I was with...Great-uncle Ford.
Ford: *turns in a self enhanced swivel chair* Try again.
Dipper: Uh, I was with...Mabel?
Mabel: *also turns in swivel chair* Try again *continues spinning* Also You have try this Dipper! *spinety-spin* It's really FUN!!! Woohoo!!!!
Anonymous asked:
Slow and languid hot spring sex, down and dirty sex in a cave, or pulse and pussy pounding rooftop sex. Wendip, Adrienette, or KimRon.
I assume that this is a match 1 to 1, so.....
Wendip: sex in a cave. The two have been through enough missions to find supernatural beasts and have gone enough camping to be prepared for their hormones to spike in any place.
Asrinette: pulse and pussy pounding rooftop sex. They might be out of costumes, but that doesn't mean they are going to forfeit a place where Chat and LB had their first time, forever adding to the sound ambience of nighttime in Paris.
Kim Ron: Hot Spring sex. this one was chosen by Ron, to have a relaxing day at the spa, and Kim decided to give him something extra, showing off how long can she hold her breath underwater.
Also, I have to say, I like this game! Send three ships, three kinky scenarios.and make me match :D
Anonymous asked:
7 minutes in heaven went a lot longer, there was only one bed & so they used it, and they were snowed in & so they used their love to keep them warm. Mabcifica, Starco, and Maxanne. Choose!
Pretty much this order!
Mabcifica: Neither Mabel, nor Pacifica realised how long were they in the closet together, but it was way, way more than 7 minutes - to the point where all other couples have taken their route. And since Mabel just knew that Dipper and Wendy called dibs on bed, the two gals returned to the closet - some of their clothes were already there...
There was only one bed: Marco tried very hard not to move, while Star wriggled in her sleep next to him. He promised his parents he'd be a gallant man and never cross any lines, but with only one bed is options were limited. And he was put to an even bigger test when the magical princess in a nightgown lying next to him moaned his name through sleep.
Maxanne: Max thought that after having problem with the car, the two would get a nice weekend of retreat at the mountain shack, but the weather decided to trick them again, burying them in the snow. And so, with energy being a sparse commodity, Roxanne decided to utilise her unique brand of heat, keeping her boy as close to her as possible. And in return, all she wanted was for Max to fill her womb with his own warmth, which he fortunately had plenty of.
grunkle stan: i've not always been a crook
grunkle stan: i worked for the government for six weeks!
dipper: only six weeks?
grunkle stan: turns out it's way easier to steal their money and secrets from the inside
grunkle stan: hey kids! wanna do something fun?
dipper: *sigh* what are we stealing today
grunkle stan: we're not stealing anything, how dare you accuse me of that
grunkle stan: we're just going to the art museum to look at the art
grunkle stan: and also check out where their security cameras are
mabel: dipper's being a butt!
dipper: well, mabel's being unreasonable!
grunkle stan: whoa, whoa, you two shouldn't be fighting. twins should get along with each other!
grunkle stan: you know, because.
grunkle stan: i'm not working through any issues at all.
i hate star trek because every time theyre like “oh my god the skringles have broken the crankus treaty with the skronglies which mean the flongles are starving because they cant get binkbonk berries” and every time im like “oh my god they cant get binkbonk berries…”
pagannerd52
This post came across my dash at the most serendipitous time: I saw it while watching DS9, paused it, read the post out to my wife, we both had a mild chuckle, I unpaused the episode, only for an alien merchant to dramatically explain to Quark that she couldn’t sell him 100,000 vats of Tulaberry wine, because there weren’t enough Tulaberries on the planet. Of course leading to my wife screeching with absolute delight “oh no! Quark can’t get his binkbonk berries!”
Keeping Warm
I got the idea to this story from artwork by the talented @3three-question-marks. I’d also like to thank @pacific-ship for her amazing help beta reading this story for me. Enjoy!
the post about fanfic writers updating despite wild life circumstances is funny and great, but to all the slow writers, the writers who can’t focus when life is happening a lot, or who simply like taking time off from writing: you’re doing amazing, fandom is not an obligation, and there are many people who prefer short fics, or who read slowly and are in no rush for updates.
Late Night
Stan: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material. Dipper: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.
Sure Wendy
Dipper: Are you… blushing? Wendy: What?! No! Dipper: Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, lumberjack princess Wendy Corduroy to blush? Wendy: No! It’s… It’s the cold. Dipper: U-hu. It’s the cold, and not that I told you that “your face is so pretty and I bet the rest of you is too"? Wendy: *Voice cracking* N-no.
Stupidity²
Dipper: I’m off to do something stupid. Wendy: Hold the fuck up, not without me.
At The End Of Summer
Dipper: *saying goodbye to Wendy* I loved you the first moment that I saw you. I’ll still love you when I see you again.
Mabel, through the phone: I miss you, Dip.
Dipper, through the phone: Me too, I hate that you're so far away.
Mabel: Yeah... hey since you're in the kitchen, can you get me a drink?
Dipper, from the other room: Ok!
Mabel: Hey Dip! Wanna have some food that mom made?
Dipper: Yeah sure. What is it?
Mabel: *sitting on top of the table in front of Dipper* Me.
Mabel: Have you ever thought about how when we hold hands it’s like our hands are hugging?
Dipper: It's 3AM. Go to sleep.
Mabel: Not until your hand hugs mine!
Dipper: *completely serious* I have to get something off my chest.
Mabel: *crossing her fingers* Is it your shirt? Please tell me it's your shirt.