can i just say i have no idea how the galra have managed to rule the universe for 10k years because they are bloody mORONS ok so they make a clone shiro and just let him float in space to potentially die on the off chance he’ll find voltron??? like??? they couldn’t even give my guy a boost??? let him steal a ship with a lil extra vavavoom in it??? couldn’t even point him in the right direction??? no they just let him steal one with only 7 days fuel in it and just sit back like “ok cool, so lets hope he finds them!!” what…if he died…what would they have done…made another clone and tried again dkufhf god…haggar…babe, you’re smarter than this…….
reblog if you're proud of and support lucretia after spending a year by herself running from weird guys on mysterious planet, beating up thieves who tried to steal her ship, repairing a ship all by herself, teaching herself how to fly a ship, and not going absolutely fucking insane
listen the fact that a 14 year old tried to tell me it’s not really pedophilia is a sign that you assholes on here talking about how “it’s just ships uwu even though it is child porn it’s not bad” LIKE how are y'all gonna talk about protecting kids when you teach them this shit? do you understand how harmful that behavior is? you’re literally grooming them into thinking this shit is okay (i know this bc i was victim to this when i was 14 as well lmao!) like you guys Aren’t Helping
I haven’t drawn Vanderwood before, just for a change I tried to draw something for him. ( ° ∀°)
Btw, one important thing I want make it clear, I’m a simple person, I feel free to ship every pairing, I don’t hate or anti any ship, and respect everybody’s ship (because many people ship many different couples they’re like)
Hope you guys can respect each other.
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(Oh, one last thing, thanks to all the people who supporting me all the time, and forgive my bad English)
(I just put the attention below for everybody know)
if Hamilton had come out during the Glee Era, this is what the episode basically would be
- Opening scene: ND in the classroom talking among themselves. Schue walks in wearing full period costume. Everyone is confused and a little ashamed. Schue tells them he’s discovered they’re all failing history, and one of them tells him history is just SO BORING.
- cut to a scene of somehow all the kids in the same class in various stages of unconsciousness while a Professor Binns type teacher drones on about the war of 1812.
- Schue assures them history is TOTALLY COOL, informs them about Hamilton, tries to white rap his way through either Guns and Ships or Yorktown. Santana makes that “why am I surrounded by white fools” face that she always makes. Hamilton is the assignment this week, even though COMPETITION looms in the future, but when have they ever actually practiced before the week of?
- Blaine has been super friendly with some guy from Dalton or from Hairgellers Anonymous or something, is constantly liking his posts on FB. Kurt sings “Burn” over a montage of Blaine ignoring him in ridiculous situations that no one would ever be on their phone during.
- Rachel has decided this week is one of the weeks where she’s aggressive about becoming a star, sings Satisfied.
- Tensions are getting high, so Artie flawlessly white boy raps through “What’d I Miss” while Mike dances, to lighten the mood.
- The kids are learning about Hamilton, but Schue is worried they’re not REALLY learning the point he’s trying to get at.
- Probably the Unholy Trinity sings “Schuyler Sisters”
- Schue walks back in on the kids excitedly talking about the show and/or history in general. Smiles that smile he smiles when he thinks he’s a good teacher. “See you guys? History is now. You’re the founding fathers. You’re the underdogs. Your time is coming, you just have to wait for it.”
- New Directions: YEAH!
- The group sings “Wait for It” in the auditorium either in full costume, or wearing just vaguely matching outfits. Finn takes lead, but Mercedes comes in on the middle solo.
- They all smile at each other at the end, while Schue makes that face again.
- Sue is in the background glowering that ND has managed to not fall apart yet again.
So how do you really feel about the whole thing? Like where do you stand?
Alright, this is my take on it, this is how I feel, and frankly, I don’t care what the rest of fandom thinks so there ya go.
Personally, I feel like they both fucked up. Something was lost in translation, and they’re both guilty of their own demons in this. Before Ohm even said anything, he was filtered out of Bryce’s comments, so that means something was going on before hand. Whether that be with what I said about fans previously, or something else, who knows?
Ohm has since clarified that he wasn’t throwing shade at Bryce. I don’t know if you lot have fucking forgot, but Ohm has an eating disorder. He forgets to eat because his body has adjusted from the time he was homeless, to not being able to afford food every day. That being said, with everything going on with Toonz and now Bryce, Ohm probably felt the need to throw in his point that it’s okay if you’re not ripped, that there is more to being healthy than just eating right and the physical aspect. That getting a six pack won’t automatically make you healthy, you can be ripped and still be sick as hell. Too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Ohm wasn’t trying to pick fights, but he was speaking out for the people who may be struggling, people who look at Toonz and Bryce and see the amount of progress they’ve made in such a short amount of time and feel like they aren’t doing enough or that they aren’t good enough.
Bryce started the shit show with assuming that Ohm was being rude to him. Instead of DMing him and asking what he meant by all that, Bryce took it upon himself to make it public that he felt like Ohm was throwing shade. But Bryce is the angel, the goody two shoes of the group that can do no wrong evidently. Ohm isn’t necessarily innocent either when Bryce initially responded Ohm should have said what he just posted immediately. Then the thing with Toonz happened. At this point you have fans, hundreds of people coming at Ohm, demanding he apologize, you have fans fight fans trying to keep the peace and just wanting people to let things be and let them figure it out.
Toonz has been “picking” on Bryce the last few days, he made a comment about Bryce’s new twitter icon saying he “looks like a cancer survivor” and then on the video itself, made a comment “you look like a Holocaust survivor”. Bryce joked back on both of those, at least liked the comment on his video. Well this was tweeted at Toonz, and he retweeted it making fun of the pause game, and Ohm responded about how Bryce got pissed at him but is okay with being called a Holocaust survivor. To which I agree with Ohm, that’s some backwards fucking logic, and I would be pissed about it too. As for Ohm blocking Bryce, Bryce had him filtered out first, so technically Bryce did block Ohm first, and is playing the victim.
So where do I stand? In the fucking middle. I sympathize more with Ohm because he is getting the short end of the stick here. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but everyone is making him out to be the villain. It’s the same shit I saw with the whole Toonz vs Terroriser drama months back. Neither are in the clear, they aren’t, but fans are making it 100x worse than it needs to be. How the fuck would you feel if someone misrepresented you and your notifications blew up with hundreds of people calling you a monster? Saying they have no respect for you? That they’re unsubbing? That you are rude and need to apologize? His heart was in the right place, he misspoke, but guys, twitter isn’t like Tumblr, I can make these long ass posts, twitter you have 140 characters to get a point across and nobody likes a chain thread! Ohm tried to keep it sweet and to the point and he’s being attacked for speaking up for people who have eating disorders, people who can’t gain or lose weight, people who are suffering from depression, anxiety, people who are skin starved.
He didn’t get it across correctly but he didn’t mean any harm in it. I’m disgusted how fast fandom will jump ship and start full on war with itself, over a guy who has done nothing but been nice and supportive. Use your fucking brains, stop being sheep, and stop sticking your fucking nose where it doesn’t belong. I don’t care if Ohm apologizes or not, I don’t care if Bryce does or not, I don’t care if they start playing together or never again. I don’t care because it’s their life, their personal lives. So while I do stand in the middle, I will defend Ohm because fuck you all for being so damn quick to stab him in the back.
sj: We do! There’s a cute couple that frequents this place. jk: They’re like, the sun and a sunflower, I swear the blond one never stops stealing glances from the other. sj: To be honest, I think he kinda hates me because he asked for a drink as dark as his soul and I gave him a vanilla bean frappe… Oh yeah! There’s also this really fashionable guy with a box smile, who I think is Jimin’s friend? He tried to steal a macaron once though. jk: I remember him, Jimin laughs a lot when he’s around. Like, a LOT a lot. Definitely friends, maybe even more than that? jm: S-stop… jk: Oh! Sorry.
a/n : wow! first descendants request! hope you enjoy!
request : Hey, could I get a Harry Hook imagine please. Where the reader is Tinkerbells daughter and comes to the Isle with the others, and had social anxiety and is super shy. And she meets Harry who is impressed by her sword fighting skills. Sorry if this is oddly specific. Thanks.
warnings : none
“Y/N you’ve got to believe me! Ben is really in trouble and Jay and Carlos really are going to rescue him! On the isle!” Lonnie said as you sat on her bed in your guys’ dorm room.
She pulled you so you were standing up. You sighed and said, “Lonnie…you know how I get around people. I’m awful at conversations. Plus, how do you think I would be on the Isle. I wouldn’t survive!” She looked you in the eyes with a very convincing face. “Okay…fine,” you said.
She cheered. “Okay come on!” Lonnie said as she ushered you to the courtyard.
The boys were already getting in the limo, and they tried to get you guys to not come. “Let us go with you, or we tell Fairy Godmother,” Lonnie said with a smirk on her face. Jay gave in and agreed to let you go with them, much to your dismay.
When you got to the Isle, you all made your way to Uma’s ship. “Ready?” Evie asked.
“Let’s do this,” Mal said, and you all walked through the tube into the docks. Mal made her way front and center and let the pirates know she was there. You knew all of them from your History of Villains class at Auradon.
“They’re here!” Gil, son of Gaston said.
“Welcome!” Harry Hook said with his arms wide open. He locked eyes with you and you jumped. He just laughed.
“You good, y/n?” Carlos asked. You nodded.
Uma started to converse with Mal but you were still intrigued with Harry. The way he moved, commanded everyone on the ship, and those arm muscles. But no–you couldn’t like Harry Hook. You were y/n, daughter of Tinker Bell, plus the chances of him falling for you were like the chances of Peter Pan growing up!
You directed your attention to Mal, as she was handing the wand to Uma. You knew it was a fraud and as soon as Uma made her way to the middle of the ship, you started walking away. Uma broke the wand in half, realizing it was fake. “You do not always get to win!” She shouted.
Carlos slingshotted the smoke bombs onto the ship. Colors were flying everywhere, and so were swords. Jay threw you one and you caught it. Most people might think that being shy meant you couldn’t fence, but you learn a thing or two growing up with the Lost Boys.
“You know how to fight, y/n?” Evie asked.
“Yeah, but I’ve never done it against pirates,” you said warily.
She gave you a hug then said, “Duck!” You followed her order and she swung at a pirate coming from behind you. “Look over there!” She said afterwards, pointing at Jay. “Looks like he needs help.”
You followed her finger and looked at Jay, who was struggling to hold off Harry. Your mind told you not to, but you still ran over to help.
“And who might this be?” Harry said in his accent as he turned to face you. You didn’t answer; you were busy fighting. “Who are you?” He shouted.
Your face turned red, much like your mother’s did when she was upset. “Hello Harry…” you swung at him but he blocked it. “I’m y/n, Tinker Bell’s daughter.”
He laughed and tried to take a cheap shot at your legs but you hopped over him and soon had him pinned against a pole. Harry smirked and said, “Looks like our little fairy can fend for herself.”
You kneed him in the groin and when he fell, his hook sprawled across the ground. You quickly snatched it and said, “Hmmm…I see you don’t actually need this?” Then you held it over the edge of the ship.
He stood up and said through a strained voice, “No…please.”
You just walked over and handed it to him. You pecked him on the cheek and whispered, “Since you said please.” You hopped off the ship and quickly ran through the tube before Mal kicked the bridge down.
Lonnie, Carlos, Evie, and Jay were waiting for you. Jay cocked an eyebrow and said, “Harry? Really?”
Apparently I missed this last night…I know you guys are upset about your ship and we are all disappointed in Marlene for many reasons. BUT telling her to kill herself is completely unacceptable. She’s not the first one to be targeted over “ship wars” on PLL. And the fact that she had to call one fandom out is really appalling.
Lindsey Shaw has been attacked repeatedly in the past, you guys telling her to kill herself over a ship. And you know what she responded with then? “I already tried in December.”
Think about that.
Don’t like paily? I don’t care. Don’t like Paige? I don’t care. Don’t like any ship? I don’t care.
But telling these people to kill themselves? Yeah I care about that
hunk and keith headcanons [insert sunglasses emoi]
“so hunk…how do you feel about cryptids?” “oh god. you’re just like pidge.” “don’t worry. we’ll convert you.”
a month later// hunk: i’ve decided my favorite cryptid is the jackalope. it’s cute and seems arguably nonviolent keith: oh that’s a good one. my favorite cryptid is pidge pidge, in the other room: i Heard that
hunk tries to help make the food coran cooks more palatable for all of them but keith is such a fucking picky eater when he’s able to be
hunk: how is it that you ate canned pears for months at a time and were satisfied but now that you’re in space you’ve decided to get all choosy
hunk is a really nice guy but that doesn’t mean that he won’t stand up for himself lmao so keith gives him an attitude he gives it right back
keith is secretly impressed
keith wants to be as strong as hunk wtf…hunk could lift the whole ship if he wanted to probably
but hunk is modest so keith says this to him one day and he almost passes out
keith’s work here is done
hunk is the only person who can make keith laugh until he cries and nobody else understands it it’s a fucking anomaly
how does he do it? teach them hunk
keith feels most comfortable discussing concerns with hunk or shiro but because shiro is having such a tough time he starts going to hunk more and it’s really so hard for him to open up to people but it seems so nonthreatening when it’s hunk he’s talking to…it’s weird but he can dig it
and hunk never judges him or makes him feel unintelligent for asking about something most people probably know or think is common knowledge and keith really appreciates that
plus hunk is literally always both dying and on fire so he can understand the need for reassurance
which is actually a great plus side to being friends with keith too because he never gives anything but the reality and that’s very grounding for hunk and his anxiety like keith never makes up anything just to make him feel better he describes the situation as it is
on the flip side keith also causes hunk’s heart rate to skyrocket because he’s always doing some type of dangerous shit that everyone has heavily advised against
hunk: are you really sure you wanna do that we’ve all discussed at great length how much of a horrible idea that is keith: …anyways [does it]
keith is touch starved as hell even if he won’t admit it and hunk is the team’s Official Hug Dealer
hunk has had to carry keith away from a fight so many fucking times. can keith calm the hell down. hunk just slings him over his shoulder and walks away with him while keith seethes like an angry cat.
keith cannot get over how strong hunk is. he tried to pick up hunk’s bayard while in gun form and almost broke his spine. what the fuck.
keith: so is hunk a nickname or…? hunk: no that’s my real name keith: hm. fitting. hunk: [screaming with his mouth closed]
hunk and pidge are So Smart it’s wild y’all. at first when they started talking to each other while keith was in the room he felt like they were speaking a different language but he’s like learning by osmosis and now he can understand like 20% of their technical talk
hunk: refers to something using the highly complex technical jargon no one but him understands keith: the what hunk: i’m so sorry. the tool to your right.
the nausea hunk experiences while in flight never really goes away even after they start flying on a daily basis so sometimes hunk will lay on the couch dying silently and keith will just rub his tummy
Ford leaned against the gates beside his brother. They were currently outside the gates of Wildwood Middle School, Piedmont, waiting to pick Dipper and Mabel up from school. They had arrived in California unannounced. They’d docked the Stan O’ War II over in Emeryville and had been picked up by Dipper and Mabel’s parents. Neither party had told the kids they were coming - it was a surprise. It was roughly two months into the school year and two months since the older Pines twins had first set sail on the Stan O’ War. They had decided to pay the kids a visit. Dipper and Mabel’s father, Jason, had been overjoyed to discover that his supposedly ‘dead’ Uncle Stanley was actually still alive and that Ford was here too. It had been a fairly tearful reunion on both parts - Ford had barely met his nephew before and he’d been elated to finally get to know him properly. The younger twins’ mother, Kristen, was really pleased to meet them too.
“What time did Kristen say the kids finished?” Ford looked over at Stan. “Three, wasn’t it?”
Stan checked his watch. “Yeah, they should have been out by now, surely.”
As if on cue, a loud bell rang out across the school grounds and a minute later kids started filing out, meeting up with their parents and friends and leaving. The older Pines twins scanned the sea of children for any sight of Mabel and/or Dipper. After five minutes, Mabel’s familiar cheery voice could be heard over the crowd. Stan and Ford stayed put, waiting for her to get closer. Mabel walked right past them, barely able to see them beyond the taller kids either side of her. She seemed to be looking for her parents.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Stan called.
Mabel whirled round and gasped. A wide smile instantly spread across her face and she ran towards them. “GRUNKLE STAN! GRUNKLE FORD!” She exclaimed, running up to them and embracing both of them in tight hugs. “What are you doing here?!”
“Well, we were passing California and thought we’d come and visit you.” Ford was beaming, hugging her tightly. “We docked the boat over in Emeryville.”
“We couldn’t resist coming to see you,” Stan grinned, lifting Mabel up and embracing her tightly. The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling.
“It’s so good to see you too! What’s the boat like? Have you found any monsters? Have you found any treasure?!”
“Relax, pumpkin,” Stan chuckled, setting Mabel back down again. “We’ll explain everything when we get home.”
“You’re staying with us?!” Ford didn’t think it was possible for Mabel’s smile to get any bigger, but he was proved wrong. “Really?!”
“Yep,” Ford grinned. “We’ll be staying in the spare room at your place,”
“How long will you be staying?”
“Dunno,” Stan shrugged. “Until your parents get fed up and kick us out.” He smirked.
Ford laughed. “That could either be in an hour or a month.”
“Dipper’s gonna be so happy to see you guys!” Mabel turned round, scanning the crowd for her twin. “When he eventually gets out.”
Ford stood on the tips of his toes to look over the heads of the parents in the crowd. For a moment, he was looking for the familiar blue and white pine tree cap, but then remembered the boy had traded hats with the ginger Mystery Shack employee (Wendy? Was that her name?) before they had left Gravity Falls. Sure enough, he soon spotted the boy amongst the crowd. “Dipper!”
Dipper perked up as he heard his name being called. He frowned. That couldn’t be who he thought it was, could it? No, they were out on the boat - That was until he saw Grunkle Ford’s head above those of the other parents. “Grunkle Ford!” He rushed forward, shoving kids out of the way.
A split second later, Ford had been tackled by the young boy. He laughed, scooping Dipper up into his arms and hugging him tightly. “Good to see you too!”
Dipper laughed, his deerstalker hat lying lopsided on his head, as he wrapped his arms around Ford. “What are you doing here?”
“We were sailing past California and decided to come and see you.” Ford grinned, putting Dipper down beside his sister. “We’ll be staying at your place for a little while.”
“Really?!” Dipper’s reaction mirrored his sister’s. “Wait… we?”
Stanley laughed. “Hey, where’s my hug?”
“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper ran over to the other man, hugging him equally as tightly. “You’re here too?!”
“Course. What, you thought Ford left me on the boat so he could see you all by himself?” Stan chuckled, hoisting Dipper up into his arms for a better hug. “No way was I staying put on the boat!”
“Come on, you guys!” Mabel grabbed Ford’s hand and started dragging him towards where the car was parked. “Let’s go! I’ve got so much cool stuff to show you!”
Ford laughed and looked over his shoulder at Stanley. “Yeah, Stan, come on! I can’t drive, remember?”
Stanley scoffed and put Dipper down, following his brother and Mabel over to where they’d parked their parents’ car (they’d borrowed the family Volvo). “Only because you forgot how to,”
Ford tried to look indignant, which was kind of difficult with a hyperactive thirteen-year-old clinging to his wrist. “Hey! It’s not my fault I didn’t drive for thirty or so years while I was lost!”
Stanley shoved his brother’s shoulder playfully as he caught up to them, Dipper by his side. “Yeah, I know, Poindexter. Those alien cars were too weird, huh?”
“Do you have any idea how difficult they are to steal - I mean operate?” Ford coughed.
Stanley burst out laughing. “You tried to steal one? My brother, Mr Couldn’t-Even-Take-Free-Samples? Didn’t that Sanchez guy ever lend you his car?”
“A) It was a ship, not a car,” Ford held up a finger. “And B) No, he was always the one driving.”
Stanley rolled his eyes as they got to the car. He climbed into the driver’s side. Ford went to open the passenger side door, but Mabel beat him to it. “I wanna sit up front!”
“No fair!” Dipper protested. “You had shotgun on the way here!”
“Did not. You’re lying,” Mabel stuck her tongue out at him.
Ford gently pushed Mabel out the way and stood in front of the door to the front passenger seat. “Right, how about I get shotgun privilege, since you can’t decide who gets it?”
“No!” Both of the younger twins cried in unison. “That’s not fair!”
“Grunkle Ford Mabel had it on the way here!” Dipper protested.
Ford shrugged. “Maybe I want to sit in the front seat for a change?”
Stanley was laughing. “Just sit in the front, Mabel.” he chuckled. “But Dipper gets shotgun on the next two trips, okay?”
Mabel stuck her tongue out at Dipper again and climbed into the front seat, dumping her school bag on the floor. “Thanks Grunkle Stan!”
Dipper pouted and got into the driver’s side rear seat. Ford sat next to him and pulled his seatbelt on. “It’s alright Dipper. You get shotgun next turn, anyway.”
Dipper smirked. “Okay,”
Stanley started the car and adjusted the rearview mirror. “Seatbelts on?”
“Yes!” The three passengers said simultaneously.
Stan looked in the mirror at his brother. “Was that really necessary?”
Ford crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. “Yep, now would you just drive?”
Stanley rolled his eyes and put the car into gear before pulling out into the road and heading back towards the kids’ house. Ford leaned back in the seat, one arm around Dipper’s shoulders. Dipper leaned against him. “So,” Dipper said. “What’s the boat like?”
“It’s not bad, actually,” Stan said. “McGucket helped us with a lot of the construction, so as you can imagine it’s got a lot of tech built into it. He somehow managed to invent and then integrate a filtration system that filters all the crud and salt out of the seawater and then even heats it so we can have a functioning shower and taps and everything. That way we don’t have to make frequent stops at ports to have the water tanks refreshed.”
“He also hooked up fully functional solar panels so we could have a constant source of power,” Ford added. “He’s found a way to use the panels to charge a main battery in the boat so that we have power during rainy days too. There are several backup batteries on board too.”
“He even managed to set up a system so that we could have constant phone and internet signal.” Stan said. “The man’s a genius.”
“So you can, like, watch TV and stuff while you’re on the boat?” Dipper grinned. “That’s awesome.”
“Well, no, on account of the fact that we don’t have a television on board,” Ford pointed out. “As much as Stanley wanted to have one, it would use far too much power. We each have a laptop, though, and plenty of books.”
“What! No TV?” Mabel gasped. “How on Earth can you manage without TV?”
Ford laughed. “That’s what Stanley said, but he’s been just fine so far.”
“So far,” Stan emphasised. “Trust me, I’m slowly going insane on that boat what with Ford’s incessant rambling.”
“I do not ramble!” Ford said indignantly. “I have perfectly meaningful conversations with myself!”
“First sign of madness - talking to yourself.” Stan pointed out. “Face it, Poindexter, you’re losing it.”
Ford laughed. “Of course I’m insane if I spent the last two months stuck on a boat with you.”
Stanley glared in the mirror at his brother, only causing Ford to laugh again. “You know I can still throw you overboard in your sleep.”
“I can swim,” Ford crossed his arms. “Plus, I know you wouldn’t throw me over.”
“Could we see the boat?” Mabel asked. “It sounds really cool!”
“Of course! We could take you down after dinner, if you wanted,” Stan offered as he pulled into the driveway. The kids immediately jumped out and ran up to the front door. Ford climbed out, soon followed by his brother. Stanley locked the car and followed the kids up to the front door. Dipper unlocked the door and let them in.
“Mom! Dad! We’re home!” He called.
“Why didn’t you tell us Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford would be here?!” Mabel demanded as her mother came out of the kitchen.
Kristen laughed. “It was meant to be a surprise! They arrived a couple of hours ago.”
Mabel turned and glared at Stan, smirking slightly. “So you told them you were coming but you didn’t tell us?!”
Stan put his hands up in defence, grinning. “Hey, you were happy to see us, weren’t you?”
There was a snort from the kitchen before a small pink blur knocked Stan over and started licking his face. The man laughed and lifted the pig off his chest. “Good to see you too Waddles.”
Ford knelt down and gave the pig an affection scratch behind the ear. Waddles snorted happily before trotting off into the living room. Ford stood back up straight and looked at Kristen. “So you weren’t particularly against having a pig in the house?”
“No, he’s surprisingly well trained,” Kristen looked to where the pig was settling down into a small dog bed. “No mess and he barely leaves hair anywhere.”
Dipper grabbed Ford’s hand and started dragging him towards the stairs. “C’mon Grunkle Ford you gotta see our bedroom!”
“Hold on Dipper,” Ford laughed. “Let me take my shoes off first.” Dipper waited all of thirty seconds while Ford removed his shoes before dragging him up the stairs again. Mabel dragged Stan upstairs too. The kids showed Stan and Ford all their schoolwork, pictures, projects and everything they’d been doing since they left Gravity Falls. Dipper showed Ford a journal he’d been writing in, similar to Ford’s own journals, and Mabel showed Stan all the new sweaters she’d knitted. She presented both of her grunkles with a new sweater each. Ford’s was a deep navy blue with a golden six-fingered hand embroidered on the front. Stan’s was dark red with his ‘Order of the Holy Mackerel’ logo on the front.
At about five o’clock, Kristen called up the stairs. “Dinner’s ready!”
Mabel and Dipper instantly dropped whatever they had been holding and rushed downstairs. Ford and Stan followed them. They sat down at the large dining table in the kitchen just as Kristen was setting down plates of lasagne portions in front of the kids. She gave another plate each to Stan, Ford and her husband before taking her own and sitting down.
“So,” Kristen started. “What sort of things do you eat on the boat?”
“Dried and canned things, mostly,” Ford said. “We’ve got a freezer on board, so we can have frozen meat, veg and fish too, but nothing anywhere near as good as this,” he placed a forkful of lasagna in his mouth.
Stan was wolfing down his food at a rapid pace and nodded. Ford whacked his shoulder. “Stan! Eat properly, not like a pig!”
Waddles gave an indignant snort, causing the family to chuckle. Stan swallowed. “I’m not that bad!”
“At least chew your food, don’t inhale it.” Ford rolled his eyes and kept eating. He looked across the table at the kids. “How was school?”
Dipper seemed to go quiet as Mabel instantly burst into a speech about everything she’d done. “Well, first off in Chemistry we got to make crystals, then in Biology we dissected a kidney, then in Art we got to draw any creature we wanted - I drew Waddles, obviously, and Dipper drew a gnome - then in English we had to write a short story, then in -”
Ford seemed to zone out to what Mabel was saying, more focused on Dipper. The boy had his hands folded in his lap and his head was down, his dinner sitting on the table forgotten. He kept clenching his eyes shut and wiping them with the back of his hand. Ford cleared his throat and put his fork down. “Dipper? How was your day?”
Dipper seemed startled by the question, rubbing his eyes furiously. “Oh, it was… it was fine. Kind of boring, really,”
Ford frowned as the boy kept eating, albeit slowly. He decided not to press the issue any further at the dinner table. Mabel was still excitedly telling her parents all about the story she had written in English. Once they had all finished eating and the kids were excused from the table, Dipper went straight back upstairs. Ford heard him slam the bedroom door shut. Mabel, however, frowned and went into the living room and began watching TV. Waddles trotted after her and sat on the floor in front of the couch.
Ford rose from the table. “Excuse me a moment,” he said, tucking his chair in and heading upstairs to the kids’ room. He knocked on the door gently. “Dipper?”
Ford heard sniffling from behind the door, before a quiet “Come in,” was heard. The man turned the doorknob and let himself in. Dipper was sat on his bed cross-legged and wiping his eyes. Ford closed the door quietly behind him and sat beside the boy.
“Care to tell me what’s wrong?”
Dipper stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. “.. have you ever felt like no matter what, people are still really mean to you, even if they don’t know you?”
Ford bit his lip and weighed his options. He could approach this question in several different ways. He could ask why Dipper felt this way, give a quick laugh and assure the boy that he had, or reassure Dipper that he was a perfectly wonderful young man who didn’t deserve the treatment he was getting. He opted for the straightforward answer. “Yes, unfortunately these -” He held up his hands and moved his extra fingers “- meant that, without even getting to know me first, my classmates treated me horribly.”
Dipper nodded, quietly avoiding Ford’s concerned gaze. He wrung his hands in his lap, biting his lip nervously. “Right… should have guessed that…”
Ford laid a hand on Dipper’s shoulder gently. “Trouble with kids at school?”
The boy nodded, tears stinging his eyes again. “Yeah, they keep picking on me, and calling me mean names,”
“Can I ask what?” Ford asked gently.
“Dipshit, dipstick, starboy and… uh…” Dipper bit his lip harder, almost enough to draw blood. “Freak,”
Ford felt an icy chill go down his spine. He was more than used to hearing others call himself a freak, but to learn that Dipper was also on the receiving end of such insults was sickening. His grip on the boy’s shoulder tightened momentarily. He loosened his grip, pulling Dipper closer to sit in his lap. He shuffled back on the bed, sitting up against the wall. “Di - Mason, can I tell you something?”
Dipper, still unused to hearing his real name from anyone other than his parents, took a moment to answer. “Yeah,”
Ford swallowed and took a deep breath. “When I was growing up, between the ages of four and eighteen, I had a similar experience to yourself. People took one look at my hands and decided that, as I was different, I should be punished. At every opportunity, I was insulted, shouted at, shoved, punched, kicked, beaten and I was frequently the primary target in food fights. After a while, I’d had enough” He held his left hand out in front of Dipper. “See that scar?”
Dipper held Ford’s hand in both of his own, looking at the thin scar running across the knuckle of his sixth finger. “Yeah,”
Ford took another deep breath. “I was fifteen when I did that. I locked myself in the bathroom one evening with a knife and attempted to remove my finger. I thought that maybe, if I got rid of the extra fingers, I could be normal. People would stop picking on me and I could finally get along with my peers.” His hand was shaking slightly, his voice beginning to crack. The memory was still painful. “I was a fool, and if hadn’t been for Stanley, I would have succeeded. He broke the door down and brought me straight to a hospital. He made it absolutely clear to me that removing my extra fingers was not the solution. It took me thirty years drifting through all sorts of interdimensional horror to realise that.”
Dipper was quiet, his mind processing everything that Ford had said. He hadn’t expected his great uncle to confess something like that. His thumb ran absentmindedly back and forth across Ford’s scar. “I sometimes wear make-up,” he eventually said. “To cover up my birthmark. I use Mom’s foundation. That’s why I always used to wear my pine tree hat, ‘cause it pushed my hair down over my forehead so nobody would see it.” The boy turned around so he was sitting facing Ford. “I don’t like wearing makeup, but it’s the only thing that stops them laughing at me. They laugh at me for wearing makeup, too,”
Ford sighed quietly, pulling Dipper into a hug. He laid his chin on top of Dipper’s head. “It’s tough,” he said quietly. “Especially when it’s not something like a person’s weight, which can be altered with some effort.”
He felt Dipper tremble in his arms and felt something wet seeping into the top of his shirt. He stroked Dipper’s back gently. “It’s okay… shh… it’s okay…”
Dipper laid his cheek against Ford’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Ford lifted his sleeve to dry the boy’s tears. Ford ran all six of his fingers through his nephew’s hair soothingly. “It’s going to be alright, Mason. I know your classmates’ behaviour may tell you otherwise, but the biggest supporter of you is yourself.” He kissed the top of Dipper’s head gently. “You’ve always got Mabel too. You’ve always got your twin by your side, which is more than can be said for some people.”
Dipper nodded, wiping his nose on a tissue. “Yeah, I guess. She’s got so many friends, though. I don’t want to be a burden on her.”
Ford squeezed Dipper’s hand. “I felt the same way when I was at school. My brother had the potential to have a lot of friends, but he constantly spent his time keeping bullies away from me. He could have been very popular if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was protecting me. But let me tell you something: he wouldn’t change his actions for the world. You can ask him - he doesn’t regret any of it. I’m sure Mabel would be more than happy to spend time with you.”
Dipper smiled. “Thanks, Grunkle Ford.”
Ford smiled. He turned Dipper round to face him. “Besides, I’m sure you remember some of those curses from the journals. If people continue to give you trouble, have at it.”
Dipper laughed and hugged his uncle. “Thanks Grunkle Ford, seriously.”
Ford hugged him back and ruffled his hair. “No problem. Now, what do you say we got and get some ice cream from the parlour down the road?”
Dipper smiled and got to his feet, pulling Ford up off the bed. “Sure.”
Allura deals with mansplaining and disrespect a lot where she works. Everyone made the mistake of pulling their shit when Lance was around.
She’s doing a presentation and some guy is speaking or trying to talk over her turn up.
Lance snaps his fingers in dude’s direction.
“Hey, number one? Yeah you with the cocky grin at the name I gave you and the horribly greasy hair, a twelve is speaking so shut your fuck, thank you. Continue please Allura.“
Dude tries to pick a fight with Lance outside of work but he made the mistake of doing it outside of work.
Allura makes quick work of him and they go on their way.
Allura: We still going to that new cafe?
Lance: I love how you can beat a dude’s face in and then carry on like nothing happened.
Allura: One of my many talents.
Anyone not being able to find Allura in a crowd
Hunk: You’re up Pidge.
Pidge Getting on Hunk’s Shoulders: LANCE SUCKS, HE’S DUMB AND A TERRIBLE PERSON
Allura From The Crowd: WHO THE FUCK!? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT? DO YOU WANT TO CATCH THESE HANDS? YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK THAT YOU’RE CATCHING THESE HANDS AND MY FOOT UP YOUR FUCKING ASS.
Pidge: Found her.
You disrespect his queen there will be murder
Keith: Lance no we don’t have time for this
Lance: He disrespected Allura Keith we have to destroy him now to protect her honor.
Keith: Lance no-
Dude: *says shit about Allura and Lance*
Keith: Actually yes, we’re killing this guy, call Shiro and tell him we’ll be late.
They have spa days together and Lance is the only one outside of family to even touch Allura’s hair.
If people ask and Shiro’s there Lance make’s a joke like “Shiro tried touching her hair once” and he’ll point to his prosthetic.
Shiro tries to give him a Disappointed Dad™ glare when that happens but it’s so funny seeing their faces when they look between Allura and Shiro’s arm.
Allura and Lance are equally second in rank of “Protect Them At All Costs” (Pidge is first ofc)
If the gang hears anyone talking bad about them that person’s best bet is to just book a plane ticket out of the country okay. (And make sure to do it fast enough before Pidge can hack it and make you a flight risk)