giant domestic family au

-whenever stan notices jerry being jerry he pranks him like the mature old man he is
-summer and her girlfriend wendy help
-rick is amused
-beth fakes exasperation but finds it hilarious
-mabel knits herself and morty matching sweaters with “m'n’m buddies!!” written on them in glitter (get it morty and mabel aayyy i need to stop)
-theyre bedazzled
-morty pretends to hate it but secretly sleeps in it
-summer wears wendy’s flannel
-mabel bedazzles rick’s portal gun
-ford and rick flip each other off without even looking up whenever they pass by in the house
-he is terrified but flattered
-rick: “ford? i h-havent seen u in thirty years”
-ford: “shame that has to end. i liked not seeing ur stupid hair. you look like sonic the hedgehog”
-rick: *burp* “fuck you sixer”
-mystery twins + morty on adventures and shit!!! nice
-soos helps beth feel like a more complete woman over wine and a spa day
-jk jk but theyd totally bond

i’ll add to this later when i feel trashier lmao

anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is hella random, but I just finished Legends of Tomorrow and I'm really annoyed with how things ended and I was wondering if you had any head canons for either 1) Kendra leaving Carter and rejoining the team or 2) Lisa taking her brother's mantel and becoming Captain Cold until they somehow find Len and then staying on the waverider as Golden Glider. I just need some kind of happy fix for the bullshit.

okay so this took me a couple days cause I’ve been Doing Too Much but

OBVIOUSLY Kendra is going to come back to the team, preferably without Cart in tow. Carter’s going take to Having a Normal Life Without Savage Coming to Kill You Any Day Now like a duck to water. He jogs in the morning. He bikes to work. He goes to Home Depot like four times a week; all the cashiers know him by name. He joins a local volunteer group who spend weekends cleaning up parks. He does the yard work shirtless and gets the neighbors all aflutter. He starts talking about getting into house flipping “with the guys”. 

Which is all fine and good for him, but Kendra is bored out of her goddamn mind. Where are the space pirates? The bar fights, the shit blowing up? She misses it. No, she does NOT want to have another potluck. Plus, she’s maybe rethinking this whole “soulmates” thing. What happened to defining her own destiny, and all that? (@ the LoT writers seriously. What happened to that.)

 So Kendra takes an extended Carter break - I can’t decide if I want him to go into full-time sustainable house flipping or start up a vegan bakery. Both? I think both. At Kendra’s encouragement he downloads A Dating App and starts going on fun meaningless dates and making out with a lot of guys. Kendra’s thrilled for him. She comes back to the ship and gets back to having adventures with her dysfunctional best friends. Possibly she and Sara start smooching.


First of all, Lisa is affronted when she finds out Mick tried giving her gun to some random yokel. (You remember the guy. That guy Mick ditched as soon as Ray showed up? That guy.) Captain Cold is a job for a Snart, she says.

She blends the gold/cold aesthetics perfect. Shiny gold boots. Gold-trimmed parka. She may or may not bedazzle the cold gun. She paints snowflakes on her cheeks in gold glitter. Lisa goes hard protecting the Captain Cold legacy with badassery and glamour. I want you to imagine the most ridiculous comic!Cold outfit you can think of. Lisa glams it up and pulls it off.

(When he gets back Len spends HOURS meticulously peeling off every single stupid little sparkly bit off his gun and comaplining loudly.) 

She spends all day in the Waverider’s hub coming up with possible cold-related puns she can bust out in future fights and bouncing them off everyone who passes by. Ray gets way more into it and keeps running back to tell her more that he thought of. (Lisa finds Ray completely and utterly adorable. Maybe it’s because he reminds her of Cisco, or a puppy, but she’s a lot less sassy with him than the rest of the crew.)

(Jax’s reaction was basically “oh shit, there’s another one?”)

Also, possibly, she starts smooching Sara. I just really need a cute tough girlfriend for Sara, alright?

To Gravity Falls, From Piedmont: Chapter Two

Summary: It’s a long way until next summer. Until then, Dipper and Mabel share their daily antics and life problems with their lifelong friends and attentive great-uncles through an endless string of e-mails. Distance makes the heart grow fonder after all, and there’s no place Dipper and Mabel love more than Gravity Falls. 
It’s been over a week. I’m starting to recover. It’s a slow process. There are still tears now and then. Some bouts of sadness. But mostly I’m happy that Gravity Falls got the conclusion it deserved. Super excited for Journal 3 to hit stores!

Previous Chapter: One
Next Chapter: Three

CC: Wendy Corduroy (Lumberchick); Soos Ramirez (QuestionMarkDude); Grunkle Stan (StantheMan); Grunkle Ford (Highsixer); Dipper Pines (GhostHarasserfan); Candy Chiu (SweetasSugar88); Grenda Gosling (Hugsx0x0)

From: Mabel Pines (ShootingStarRainbowUnicorn)

Subject: Lost Bedazzler!

Okay, so I’ve looked everywhere and I can’t find my bedazzling gun! I think I left it in Gravity Falls, but I can’t remember where! I’ll give twenty bucks to whoever finds it and sends it back to me. I’d really like to have it back as soon as possible!

Much love,


“Aw, I can’t believe I forgot it!” bemoaned Mabel. She wiggled her small frame further underneath her bed, hands patting against the floor in hopes of stumbling across her favourite craft tool. “Huh. Mom sure kept this place clean while we were gone!”

When Dipper entered the bedroom, it was to see his sister wedged halfway under her bed, legs sticking out across the carpeted floor. Rolling his eyes, he went to sit on the edge of his bed, bowl of potato chips in hand.

“Mabel, it’s not here.”

“Maybe I missed it,” she insisted.

“You’ve gone through this house three times. I can also guarantee that if your bedazzler gun is in this place, it’s definitely not under there. You wouldn’t treat your weapon of mass glitterization so carelessly.”

“Fair point.” Giving up the fruitless effort, Mabel attempted to wiggle herself back out, but found herself stuck. “Waddles! Help!”

Waddles hopped up from where he had been laying on the floor and went over to his owner. He took hold of her socked-covered foot and pulled, managing to drag the girl out from the stuffy space.

“Whew!” she gasped, patting down her frazzled hair. “Good pig!” She went over to the computer and swung herself into the leather wheelie chair. “Maybe someone responded to my e-mail.”

“Why did you include me in the conversation?” asked Dipper through a mouthful of chips. “I’m right here.”

“I figured you’d like to be included in this mystery.”

“It’s not a mystery,” snorted Dipper. “You forgot your bedazzler somewhere and now the gnomes probably have it.”

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Grif x Fem!Reader : Stop Being Such A Tease!
Written by: Azel

Summary: You were called in as part of a new plan to defeat the Blue Team, but your new teammate seems to not see you as another soldier. You’re going to get his respect though, whether you have to beat it into him or not. 

A/N: Gosh I love writing for the Red team so much omg. Anyway, first fic on here!! I hope the requester likes it!! [and I’m sorry it’s not that shippy, but I tried ;w;]

Rating: PG-13 [Some Sexual Language, Some Violence]

WC: 1,656

T: Sexist Jokes, Swearing

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It was one of those clichés they always used to laugh about together. In the action movies there is always the daring, perfect hero who will endure any trial to maintain the secrecy of his mission only to confess everything when the villain captures the hero’s love interest and threatens them instead. After all, the entire population of earth is trivial in comparison to said hero’s current fling.

But he wasn’t some action movie hero. And life wasn’t some dramatic plot with an eye-candy heroine. Yet the fate of the planet still rested on the wellbeing of one individual.

Dipper was a demon and he would burn the world to ashes if it meant protecting Mabel.

For nearly a century, he was successful. But the march of time was relentless. He didn’t have power over the seconds that ticked off the clock or the discarded calendars in the trash. Seemingly all too soon, she was on her deathbed, crooning soothing words to him even as the last vestiges of her life trickled away.

“We will always be together.” She murmured, “You have my soul, and I expect you to look out for me in my future lives.”

He nodded, golden tears racing tracks down his cheeks.

The sight of her soul greying to black for the first time was like a knife to his heart, stabbed deep with hate and twisted sharply with malice. But the pain was in a place he couldn’t reach to heal. So the wound remained open, raw, and bloody. Even as she re-entered the cycle. Born again.

Following through on his word, he tended to his sister. Sometimes she was aware of his watchful eye – Belle, Maddie, Mira, Max – and other times he was content to stay on the sidelines. He strove to remember every new name, every new quirk, every new moment. But always, her lives came to an end, punctuated by her final breath. Her soul’s light snuffed out once more. And the pain compounded with every passing reincarnation.

Time’s march turned into a jog. That jog broke into a run. And that run morphed into a sprint. The more years he existed – because he wasn’t really living any more – the faster the world seemed to spin. Revolutions about the sun grew shorter. He’d appear for a summoning, only for his third eye to inform him that decades had passed in what had seemed like a mere moment.

The faces of his sister’s reincarnations began to meld into one another until even their features faded away completely. All that remained was the smooth, slightly glittery surface of Mabel’s soul that somehow resembled braces, balls of yarn, and bedazzling guns.

Her soul flashed, light then dark, the tempo growing progressively faster.

Alcor. The Forgotten One. He had finally fulfilled his name, curled in on himself and suspended in the far reaches of the universe. Alone. But even separated by billions of galaxies, he couldn’t blot out the strobe light of the only soul he would never release no matter how many eons passed.

The pain had long since swallowed him. He was hollow. Empty. Not even one golden tear left to shed as the light flickered out again.

The cliché had merit. He wasn’t laughing anymore. This was torture in its purest form. Forced to watch as the person dearest to him died, over and over again. For all eternity.


Mabel stared down at the body of her brother, holding his hand as she did every day. He was growing thinner. His skin was already as pale as the bleached hospital sheets laid meticulously across him by businesslike nurses. There weren’t words for the tumult of emotions that raged inside of her. But one thing was certain.

Bill Cipher would pay for this.

Dipper’s fingers twitched, calling Mabel’s attention. His face was pinched and exhausted even in sleep. A tiny whimper escaped his lips, causing her to grimace.

She made no move to press Dipper’s call light as she would have once upon a time. The doctors wouldn’t give him anything. “He’s not actually in pain.” They said, “He’s in perfect physical condition. All the tests come back normal. He’s experiencing restorative REM sleep. He’s just dreaming. The biggest mystery is why he won’t wake up.”

That wasn’t true though. Mabel knew why he wouldn’t - couldn’t - wake up. That was easy. No. The biggest mystery was what nightmare Bill Cipher was tormenting him with. 

Things had been fine at first. Dipper had been almost peaceful. Mabel had certainly been glad he was getting some much-needed rest. But days turned into weeks and his sleep turned into a coma. One that was only disturbed by the heart-wrenching sounds of his pain. Because that’s what it was. Maybe not the physical sort that the doctors were trying so hard to pinpoint, but sincere emotional suffering.

Mabel squeezed his hand tighter, bowing her head over his prone form as hot tears filled her eyes. They dripped silently onto the white sheets.

“Dipper.” She sobbed, “Please wake up.”

And not for the first time, she wished that dreams were the only thing REM could offer.


Because lonely immortal characters kill me. I love the TAU, but I will never get over this. However, it seems that I’m not even capable of writing a story where the twins growing up happily together :P