Once upon a
time there was a man who loved his family so much that he lost them, and then
he lost himself.
Once upon a
time there was a man who was so frightened to admit how much his family
mattered to him that he refused to accept it until it was too late, and he spent
the rest of his life regretting it.
Once upon a
time there was a boy who loved mysteries until he grew into a man who dreaded
Once upon a
time there was a girl, and then she turned into a woman and was never happy
This is the story you’re in, said a voice
in her head. You chose this. You chose to
leave your paradise and grow up. This is what growing up is. It’s losing
people. It’s having your heart broken. It’s watching the things you love fall apart.
This is what’s supposed to happen. It’s supposed to be poetic and tragic. This
is how the world works.
there in the clearing: the old man writing his own Greek tragedy in his head
clinging to the man with nothing in his head at all. The boy whose head was
full of conspiracy theories and bad ends.
feel the shape of the story building like a wave, trying to wash her and her
family away with it. She could feel the tragedy trying to sink its fingers into
them, trying to tell her that the old men would only ever be a cautionary tale,
that she and her brother would only ever be a tragedy waiting to happen. It was
the shape of every story they read at school, stories that were supposed to be
important and serious but only ever felt sad.
we read books where good things happen?” she’d demanded, and her teacher had
smiled and said, “That’s just not realistic, dear.”)
reality. She should have known what that meant. She’d chosen the end of
childhood, the end of innocence and happiness and hope. It was time to grow up.
Time to accept what a realistic life looked like. Time to accept that you
couldn’t save the world without losing something just as important. Time to—
Here is a
fact about Mabel Pines: she is selfish. She is the sort of selfish that makes her
stand up against the things that try to break her and say: No. This is my family. This is my world. I will not let you take it from me.
all bent their heads, ready to be washed away by the unforgiving tide of the
story, by the inevitability of it all, but Mabel Pines braced herself against
the current and stood tall and let it break over her.
ignored her uncle’s protests, ignored the hopeless look in his eyes, and picked
up the book she’d made and started to read. The man who wasn’t her uncle
anymore seemed frightened when she climbed into his lap, but she knew that she
fit there, knew that the whole family fit together like a puzzle, like one of
those sculptures where every piece balances the others so that if you remove
one the whole thing falls apart. They’d been apart for so long, but they didn’t
have to stay that way. They just needed to find the right way to slot together,
and they were so close.
They were so
close to a happy ending.
She knew the
world was more selfish than she was. She knew she couldn’t fix everything. But
she would fix this.
She read from a pink glittery scrapbook and she fought the story that was
trying to catch her up in it. She battled back with her words and her stickers
and her crooked photos and her love, weaving together hundreds of lace-weight
threads into a net so strong that when the story got caught up in it instead of
pulling her away it bucked and struggled and finally changed its course.
This is my reality, she told the
universe. This is my story and my uncle,
and you cannot have him.
It was only a matter of time before I wrote a filk inspired by The Last Mabelcorn. Don’t let the unicorns get you down.
The unicorn smiled when she saw you approaching her fountain “Just one little test” she demanded and shot you a grin “Just prove that your heart is as pure as the dew on the snowdrops You’ll foul my glade if you’re wicked and tainted with sin.”
CHORUS: Don’t fall for the lies of those cruel unicorns You’ve been messy and mortal since the day you were born If you try to be perfect it’s just gonna tear you apart. They want you to break yourself down till you shatter They’ll say that you’re selfish for knowing you matter So be brave and tenacious and loving and joyful and smart But forget pure of heart.
“My lady,” you said, “I can’t claim that my spirit is blameless, But I try to do good and to help in the ways I know how My heart’s filled with love for myself and the people around me And I’ll strive to do more and be better and stronger, I vow!”
The unicorn scoffed and she drew back her head with a shudder. “I knew it! You arrogant mortals have never been pure! Perhaps if you’re humble enough you may gain some forgiveness But you’ll never be perfect. You’re sullied, and I have no cure!”
“Well, what have you done then?” you said as you stood up and faced her “Just sit in this glade telling people the things they can’t do. There isn’t a deed or a person who’s ever been perfect And I may not be pure but I’ve damn well done more good than you!”
If you’re careful you’ll notice that unicorns live all around us You can tell by the smugly superior look in their eyes. They’ll enumerate each of your flaws with distain in their voices. They’ll all tell you you have to be perfect; they’ll all tell you lies!
Don’t fall for the lies of those cruel unicorns We’ve been messy and mortal since the day we were born If we try to be perfect it’s just gonna tear us apart. I won’t let the world break me down till I shatter I’d rather be selfish than think I don’t matter! I’m brave and tenacious and loving and joyful and smart But I’m not pure of heart.
~Gravity Gurlzz: Summer of the Sweet 16~ (((im still in love with the headcanon of Pacifica secretly learning witchcraft (╯✧∇✧)╯and Grenda becoming Gravity Falls Weight Lifting Champion maybe ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ )))