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Working on a cover of “Beneath the Mask” from #persona5 doing all instrumentation myself and just laid first (rough) vocals. Very excited!!

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Reunion Falls Pt. 3

Mabel hopped off her chair and took a deep breath, holding out a confident hand to Dipper, who just stared at her. He gulped and took her hand, but gave a soft squeeze to keep her attention.

“Mabel… I need you to understand… Right now, you aren’t my sister. You’re a stranger, and I don’t know these people, so I can’t… I can’t relate with you as well as you’re hoping. I don’t even know if I can talk to them yet, so if you could… If you could talk to them instead…” He explained quietly, looking away from her. Mabel wavered, disappointed, but she understood.

“Okay, I will.” And she led him off the chair and to the front of the house. The entire way, Dpper tried to not burst into nervous tears. He was definitely angry, and part of him wished Mabel and his parents would just vanish and that this hadn’t happened- but he wasn’t a little kid. He had fought monsters, made daring escapes, done what most kids only dreamed- surely he could face his parents.

But when Mabel reached to open the front door, he pulled away, eyes wide with fear, and she turned and frowned sadly at him.

“I can’t… I can’t do it… I can’t see them right now.” He choked out and ran off, up to his room. Mabel wanted to follow, to convince him to be strong, but she had to remind herself; she wasn’t his sister. Not yet, anyways. She turned back to the door, and inhaled deeply, opening it with a stern expression on her face.

Stan stood on the porch, her parents there, a running car in the parking lot behind them. They all turned to her and her dad immediately ran to her, arms wide.

“Mabel syrup, oh my god, you scared us half to death!” He scooped Mabel up, kissing her head profusely, though he was getting mostly a mess of curly hair. Mabel reluctantly hugged him back, but after a moment pushed him back and gave herself distance, keeping her stern expression.

“Mabel, why did you do this? We almost called the police! This was not-” Her mom began, very upset, but Mabel held up her hand.

“I understand that maybe I didn’t think this through but… Imagine how I feel! How Dipper feels! You couldn’t expect me to just forget about him and pretend I don’t want him around! He almost came out and talked to you, but now he’s too scared! I want to be here, he wants me here, and I think… I think we need to be together! Siblings are important and I’m bad at words but I do know this,” Mabel rambled, tearing up and flailing wildly to emphasize her point and exert some of her frustration, “I know that you have no good reason to keep us apart! I’m lonely, and if Dipper is willing to give it a chance when he’s probably just mad and upset, then you should too!” She finished, being overtaken by tears.

The three adults all looked between eachother, somewhat sympathetic and somewhat exhausted. Her mother kneeled in front of her, putting a hand on her shoulder with a comforting squeeze.

“Mabel, Dipper does not want us here, I promise. He’s just-”

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT!” All turned to look back to the inside of the house, where Dipper stood fists balled and tears running down his face. Mabel’s parents were struck nearly quiet and her mom tensed visibly.

“Honey-”

“Don’t call me that! I am angry! At all of you! Stan for lying, you two for even existing, and her for doing this! But at least I know I gotta try and make the best of it! I want you all to vanish, but I also want her here and I want a family! This isn’t fair! Why couldn’t you wait! But I guess this isn’t about being fair, and I suppose if it was the other way around I’d want to see her too…” Dipper cried, viciously trying to rub the tears out of his eyes.

Nobody had a reply for him, not even Mabel. But she tried anyways.

“I know… I’m not really his sister right now… But what’s the point of taking me home? I’m just going to be lonely all summer… Please, Mom, Dad, at least let us try…” She begged softly. 

“Mabel dear, we can’t just-”

“Just let them.”

All eyes fell on Stan, who stared at the floorboards, seeming stuck between fury and surrender. Mabel wasn’t sure how to take his attitude and eyed him as he folded his arms with a huff.

“She’s right, there’s no point. It’s too late, they’ve already-” he waved his hand between the two kids with another hot breath,”- done it, so might as well let them be together for a little while. “

“Stanford, you don’t have to do this.” Mr. Pines reasoned, but Stan waved him off.

“Doesn’t matter, they’ll be better here than separated.” He sighed.

The parents looked at eachother, then to the two kids, one staring back with pleading eyes, and the other with his face in his hands, shaking. Mrs. Pines took her husbands hand and bit her lip.

“Alright… Mabel, you can stay. However, if Dipper says even once he wants you to leave, we’re coming up to get you and you are going home, are we clear?” She said sternly, but Mabel’s bright smile made her unease fade just a little bit.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Mabel cried, hugging her mom tightly.

“You better call us once a week okay?” Her dad insisted and she mumbled an ‘okay’ from her face buried in her mom’s side.

Dipper was already gone, back upstairs and huddled in his closet. Why had he said that? Why did he say she could stay? The feeling of hatred burned through his chest and he just wanted them all to go right now- but it was too late. He’d signed the waver and Mabel was going to stay here and ruin his life. Or at least, make it feel like she was.

Maybe he was overreacting- maybe he should be thrilled. Mabel did immediately seek him out upon finding him, and his parents didn’t look at him like they hated him. But it was all out of… Pity. Their looks were pitiful, and Mabel came up here because it’s what she had wanted- not because she thought it would be good for him.

Who cared, he supposed, if Dipper had conflicting feelings. Stan was supportive, but got awkward whenever Dipper tried to talk about his feelings about his lack of family. Maybe the guy wasn’t good with family or feelings, but the guy never even tried, so Dipper didn’t bother. He never bothered with much, anyways.

He fell asleep at some point, and only woke up to the sound of crinkling paper under the door of the closet. He rubbed at his eyes, mostly to just get out the dried tears rather than light, since there was none, and plucked the paper from beaneath the door. It smelled like Cheerios, and… Glue? He of course, wouldn’t have noticed this if it weren’t for the fact the paper literally just smelled like those two particular things. It was pink, and slightly heavy, like it was cardstock rather than printer paper.

He squinted, and suddenly remembered a spare flashlight under all his crap in his closet, and searched for it. Somehting bit his hand, but he found the light anyways, and began to read (after checking the bite to make sure it was only a spider bite).

‘Hey Dip! Can I call you that? If not, just let me know, but it’s kinda like, my thing to give people nicknames! I’m gonna call Stan something funny too- maybe… Stanfried! Or… Stankle! I like Stankle, hehe… Okay, but uh, you’ve been in your closet for like, a million years! And I know you’re super sad and angry right now, and probably don’t really wanna talk, but that’s okay! As your new, designated BEST FRIEND EVER! It is my job to let you know stuffs while you are sad so you don’t have to worry about the outside world! So let me just update you on some stuffs that has occured in the past 3 hours, 16 minutes, and 28… 29… 30 seconds!

1. Stan scratched his back like a bear on the doorframe! (ew, some of his hair stuck to the little splintery pieces- I saved one for my scrapbook anyways! I like to scrapbook, by the way!)

2. A pretty red-head came by to pick up a jacket- said her name was Wendy, and nearly fell off her bike when she saw me! It was really funny, and she seems cool!

3. A goat ate a patch of my suitcase- why is there a goat in the attic? I love him! I’m gonna call him Gompers! He’s cute!

4. I discovered a cool mole on the back of my arm! Hopefully it’ll grow other moles and be a SUPER MOLE- wouldn’t that be cool?! Or maybe freckles or something will form and I’ll have a cool starry tattoo on my forehead like you do!

5. I realized I was really sorry for all of this. For pulling you into this. I’m sorry I just kinda, didn’t think at all, and though I’ve apologized before, I want to say it again because… I dunno… I just want you to understand I was thinking… Hoping, I guess… That there was someone else who was as lonely as I was. People were around me but… It wasn’t quiet ever enough. I wanted someone to be at my hip! But… I can’t make you do that. I can’t make anyone do that. And I’m sorry I forced that expectation on you.’

And Dipper cried. A lot.

anonymous asked:

"want the Stark kids to get their revenge." One has to wonder, if any of the people who wronged them will even be ALIVE for much longer. The bad guys are reaping what they've sown. Tywin, Balon, and Joffrey are dead, by unexpected hands. Cersie’s days are numbered, Theon’s suffered enough, Walder is cursed to the rat cook’s fate, the Boltons are as likely to be assassinated/killed by Others. LF’s the sexual abuser of a god-in-training’s sister, so he’s got hell comin’ to him. Who’s left?

(anon continued) The really sad thing here is the Starks will spend years readying themselves for revenge, especially Arya (poor baby), only to come home to their abusers already dead. Just an apocalypse of ice zombies. Sansa will likely HAVE to be Queen/lady regent for Rickon during the Long Night, and that’s not a burden I’d wish on anybody. Bran will always be good, his path has darkened. The winter will be long, but Rickon is still probs gonna miss most of it, maybe use warging to help out?

I’m gonna be straight with you. 

I’m not a big House Stark person. As such I don’t really see people like Cersei and Theon as “bad guys”.  And Balon isn’t really a bad guy because of what he did to the Starks - he’s a shitty dad, and a miserable human being, but wanting to take the North doesn’t make him a villain. GRRM gifts us with different perspectives so that we can see things from different POVs. Remember from a Greyjoy POV, the Starks are the bad guys. They murdered Balon’s two eldest sons when he rose in rebellion (not unlike the North rose in rebellion) and took his youngest son hostage. From a Tywin POV Cat kidnapped one son and then took another as a POW. (Now what Tywin did was certainly not right, but remember he wasn’t burning the Riverlands and plotting the Stark downfall before Cat took Tyrion.) 

But the pointof ASOIAF is that vengeance isn’t something we should strive for or value. People shouldn’t want the Stark kids to get vengeance not because it’ll likely never happen, but because an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. 

Some wise words from Ellaria Sand (my nominee for smartest person in the series): 

She [Obara] gave the skull [Gregor Clegane’s] a mocking kiss. “this is a start, I’ll grant.”

“A start?” Said Ellaria Sand, incredulous. “Gods forbid. I would it were a finish. Tywin Lannister is dead. So are Robert Baratheon, Amory Lorch, and now Gregor Clegane, all those who had a hand in murdering Elia and her children. Even Joffrey, who was not yet a born when Elia died. I saw the boy perish with mine own eyes, clawing at his throat as he tried to draw breath. Who else is there to kill? Do Myrcella and Tommen need to die so the shades of Rhaenys and Aegon can find rest? Where does it end?

"It ends in blod as it began,” said Lady Nym. “It ends when Casterly Rock is cracked open so the sun can shine on the maggots and the worms within. It ends with the utter ruin of Tywin Lannister and all his works.”

“The man died at the hand of his own son,” Ellaria snapped back. “What more could you wish?”

“I could wish that he died at my hand.” Lady Nym settled in a chair, her long black braid falling across one shoulder to her lap. She had her father’s widow’s peak. Beaneath it her eyes were large and lustrous. Her wine-red lips curled in a silken smile. “If he had, his dying would not have been so easy.”

"Ser Gregor does look lonely,” said Tyene, in her sweet septa’s voice. ‘He would like some company, I’m certain.“

Ellaria’s cheeks were wet with tears, her dark eyes shining. Even weeping, she has a strength in her, the captain thought.

"Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must Elia and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?Ellaria Sand laid her hand on the Mountain’s head. “I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?

"What would you have us do, my lady?” asked the Lady Nym. “Shall we lay down our spears and smile, and forget all the wrongs that have been done to us?”

“War will come, whether we wish it or not,” said Obara. “A boy king sits the Iron Throne. Lord Stannis holds the Wall and is gathering northmen to his cause. The two queens are squabling over Tommen like bitches with a juicy bone. The ironmen have taken the Shields and are raiding up the Mander, deep into the heart of the Reach, which means Highgarden will be preoccupied as well. Our enemies are in disarray. The time is ripe." 

Ripe for what? To make more skulls?” Ellaria sand turned to the prince, “They will not see. I can hear no more of this." 

Vengeance is hollow. Even if Arya killed everyone on her list it would not bring her father, Robb, or her mother back. Even if the Starks killed Jaime, Bran could not walk again. What will all that vengeance bring?