everyone in this damn show is Creole and intersex i decided

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[intersexbel]

When Gravity Falls, and earth becomes sky, fear the beast with just one eye...

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You may call me Rust, Meirg or Rua!* I use hy/hym pronouns.

*(The latter two names are Irish, meaning rust and rust-colored, respectively. Pronunciation here [link])

Main blog is @i-eat-rusty-nails. My pinned post over there has more information about me.

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Critfic/ship.[link]

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Boundaries:

[PT: Boundaries:]

I am aplatonic and doing not want people referring to me as a friend.

I am autistic and I have brain damage. I cannot read your mind. If I am doing something to piss you off/make you uncomfortable, you must tell me. If you want to be someone I talk to on a regular basis, you need to understand this.

All zionists, radfems and nazis will be blocked. Die in a hole.

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(stan userbox by @/maqheath, intersex and miku userboxes by @/sweetpeauserboxes)

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Tag system [link]

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[disabilityfallszine]

Come celebrate Disability Pride through the lens of Gravity Falls with us! Interest Check in our new zine open now!

Interest Check About us!

[biteitwhenitssoft]

1 day blinding stew

[yourfaveisintersex]

Testosteraur from Gravity Falls is canonically intersex, and his variation is Tetrasomy XYYY! During his only appearance in S1Ep6, he states "I have three Y chromosomes, six Adam's apples, pecs on my abs, and fists for nipples".

Requested by @theoneandonlythorn

[intersexbel]

Who is looking at Pacifica like this?

WRONG it's Dippy Fresh

[ooh-khamil]

I will find you whoever cut that onion next to me

[intersexbel]

[VD: A Soos Mii and a Grunkle Stan Mii playing catch. Stan tosses the ball over to Soos, but it falls out of his glove. Soos then crouches down to pick up the ball, and throws it back to stan before waving his gloved hand. /End VD.]

[babyblankyerror]

*stares off into the distance and sighs* Deaf Stanley Au... using sign language and only able to lip read Spanish...

[seamstriss]

I really should have been working on the chapter for my fic, but since this wouldn't leave my head, here's this. (I hope I did this right, I only just figured out what 'reblog' meant today).

Ford has been home for three days and he doesn’t understand. He didn’t think his brother would stoop to being this petty but the silent treatment? Absolute childish nonsense but he really shouldn’t have expected anything less from his twin. But, a small voice kept persisting, are you sure? Looking at his brother from across the table (Dipper and Mabel insisted he join them for breakfast) there was something niggling at the back of his mind. 

One of the lamps flickered, somehow more illuminating than the July sun piercing through the windows. It was something that kept happening every time someone was at the door, or when the phone rang. Come to think of it, he really needed to ask Stanley what that strange looking typewriter was doing next to the phone. 

“Probably Soos, be right back,” Stanley said. His voice was still as gruff as he remembered, but there was something off about it. The s’s they sounded…slurred. Ford wasn’t sure if he even said “soos” or “shush”. 

“Hey dudes!” Soos said jovially, “and other Mr. Pines, how’s it going?”

“Morning Soos,” waved Dipper (though ‘wave’ couldn’t be right, he moved his arm in a forward pull towards himself with the back of his hand to Soos). 

“Soos!! Are you joining us for the season finale of Ducktective this afternoon!? I’m making hats!” Ford could ignore the conversation, he just focused on his brother who was now reading the paper. 

“Stanley,” he said, and lo and behold there was that silent treatment. “Stanley!” His raised voice stopped the conversation the children were having with Soos. Dipper slammed the table and only then did Stanley put away his paper. The boy didn’t even say anything, just pointed at Ford. 

“Did’ja need somethin’ Poindexter?” There was that slur again, poindeshcer. 

“Are you drunk? Or perhaps ill?” he amended at Stanley’s glare. His twin didn’t say anything, he turned to Soos and…did something with his hands, just waved them around and stormed off. The kids turned to Soos. 

“He just needs a minute.” 

“What did he say? I only caught that he said ‘manage’,” Dipper said. 

“I saw ‘silly’!” Mabel added.

“He said ‘I’m not dealing with this nonsense’ and uuhhh a few other choice words. But hey looks like you dudes are getting better! Good job!” The twins high fived each other (a small part of him ached and remembers a sad voice calling out “high six?”) 

“He didn’t say anything, he just waved his arms around,” Ford started in an exasperated tone. 

“Other Mr. Pines,” Soos with an audacity Ford didn’t understand was glaring at him, “that’s a really rude thing to say about sign language.” 

About…sign language? What on earth…? Clarity slams into him like a boulder. He’d never heard the children call out for Stanley, they flicked lights, stomped on the floor, or pulled on his sleeve. That slur in his voice…how long had Stanley been unable to hear himself? 

“It was supposed to be me and you forever! You ruined my life!” he heard it then, shuposhduh. He remembers Stanley’s blank stare at him when he was dragging him to the basement. That he was constantly trying to get in front of him, even going as far as to physically grab him by the shoulders to get Ford to face him. He stares at the spot his brother was and a wave of horror washes over him. 

“You…you didn’t know?”

[lexevazion]

As someone who wears glasses, I will never not think about the problems caused by Stan's busted vision. Especially topped by his time on the streets.

He'd never be sure that the slightly shiny thing in his peripheral isn't a knife. He'd never not flinch from someone moving just a bit too fast for him. Any movement he isn't fully aware of could be a threat. And when his hearing starts to go too? Even after years in a stable house, that instinct never leaves him.

He flinches from Soos lifting a wrench a little too close to him, twitches away when he walks too quiet. (Soos always announces himself when he walks into a room now, and he picked up Stan's habit of singing a little song about what he's doing.) Braces himself if an irate customer raises their arm. Never turns his back on someone bigger or angrier than him.

He hates crowds because it's so easy for someone to jump him, and he'd never see them coming, never know their face. Silver watches and jewelry can make him jump, so he keeps gold. Has to wait for something or someone to get close enough to focus on, close enough to reach by hand, to make sure he doesn't miss. He's terrified of heights because he can't tell how high up he actually is, can't be sure that there's another step in front of him. At a certain point, he literally can't see the ground.

The twins are loud, bright and bold. He always knows when they're in the room with him, and it strangely puts him at ease knowing they'll only ever sneak up on him when they're trying to. They're little shits when it comes to pranks, but even those are usually just more noise or color.

But he despises when Ford returns because he moves like a predator. Even with boots, he's only heard when he wants to be, and he swings guns around too casually for Stan's liking. He acts too similar to people he used to run from. Stan already knows how easy it is for Ford to take him down. And where they currently stand with each other, every time he catches the glint of metal under Ford's coat, no matter what it may be, he's tensed and ready to run.

[jacky-rubou]

Ford with a psychotic disorder, unsure if the triangle he's talking to is even real or if his mind is just making it up in his desperation to make his research work out.

Ford with a psychotic disorder not exactly sure why he experiences hallucinations and delusions, never being properly diagnosed until later in life but already used to seeing strange things and hearing strange things that shouldn't exist wherever he goes.

Ford with a psychotic disorder asking Stan if something he's seeing that doesn't seem right is real or not and trusting that he is telling the truth every time and Stan never joking about it whenever he asks because the first and only time he did, it only made Ford too distressed to function.

Ford with a psychotic disorder, hiding Bill from everyone because he doesn't fully believe he's real himself at times and feels everyone will just tell him it's just a hallucination and he's not actually speaking to a higher power. becomes even more distressing post betrayal when he feels they would just invalidate his trauma by shoving his disorder back in his face and tell him it was just all a lie his mind thought up. a delusion, in other words.

Ford with a psychotic disorder that gets more symptomatic and unpleasant/annoying/confusing once Bill comes into his life. the very mechanic of Bill entering his mind only invites hallucinations to mimic Bill and make Ford believe he's being told things that Bill never actually told him. a tower of miscommunication happens between him and his Muse.

Ford with a psychotic disorder, where Bill's betrayal is so much more confusing than it should be. his own hallucinations get worse from his sleep deprivation and make it feel like Bill is torturing him even more than he actually is. Bill thinks it's funny and also useful. it means he doesn't have to be on Ford's case all the time and he can have breaks to think of plans to get to the portal in the meantime.

Ford with a psychotic disorder, seeing Bill everywhere in his travels through the multiverse and panicking until he realizes that it's just his hallucinations again. finds it hard to not react to them until he finally gets used to it years into his travels.

Ford with a psychotic disorder, still seeing his enemy in his vision post Weirdmageddon despite his death but as time goes on and his mind eventually finally accepts that bill is completely gone, his hallucinations move on to different things. the Bill ones still happen, but less frequently than they used to. Ford calls the Bill ones "the triangle rolling in his grave" as a way to cool his reactions to them when they happen and to ground himself in the reality that Bill is not alive anymore and cannot hurt him.

Ford with a psychotic disorder, being supported and loved by his family even when Ford feels he would freak them out if he told them about what he sees and hears and sometimes even feels that aren't real. Ford feeling the twins hugging him during a bad delusion or hallucination or both and finding their love enough to calm him down.

[whatever-happens-we-persist]

Some common phrases and tropes I see repeated in Stan & Ford fanfics (I eat them up every time)

"Pa was right about me"

"Stan was supposed to be fine"

"You were supposed to come back"

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Someone hurt his little brother"

"He... looked like shit"

"What kind of Demon is called Bill?"

"I'm fine, I don't need your pity"

"- Sixer

- DON'T CALL ME THAT"

"- Wait! Don't hang up please

- Stanley?

- ... Hey sixer"

"Calling from the hospital to identify a John Doe"

"His body was covered in scars"

"You didn't deserve that"

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you"

"- I'm sorry about your project

- That doesn't matter right now"

"Who is Rico?"

"YOU'RE LIVING IN YOUR CAR?"

"His brother who was always so strong... He looked so small right now"

"Stanford is the smartest person I know"

[flawlesslogic5]

If you don't think Ford missed Stan at all, not even a little bit, during their ten year separation, he would have agreed with you, pre-Weirdmageddon.

No, of course he didn't miss Stanley at graduation, when they accidentally called out Stanley Caryn Pines after Stanford Filbrick Pines and he definitely didn't look for his brother to be walking across the stage, only to remember that Stan hadn't graduated, that Stan was gone. He didn't feel sick at the realization that that was it, that he wasn't coming back, and that things would never be how they had been again. Well, there was that saying about making and lying in beds. He didn't think about it.

He didn't miss Stanley at college, where most of the other students either completely ignored him or (on occasion) made fun of his hands. When he finally threw a punch at one classmate in particular, he didn't grin, waiting for a certain voice to call out "Get 'im, Sixer!" That hesitation was all it took for the bully's buddy to get a hit in, leaving him with a nasty shiner, but things got better, after that. He got a reputation as someone who wouldn't back down, who didn't need to hide behind someone else for his own shortcomings. It was... nice.

He didn't miss Stanley when he met Fiddleford, the only other person who understood him, who cared enough to want to understand him. He didn't slip up, either, saying "us" or "we" when talking about Glass Shard and the things he'd done as a child. He confessed to Fiddleford, eventually, after a long night of sharing smuggled beers in their dorm while studying for midterms, about having a twin whom he'd had a falling out with. Fiddleford had said he was sorry that had happened. Ford asked why, and didn't understand when he replied that it must be lonely. He wasn't lonely- he had Fiddleford. And himself.

He didn't miss Stanley when he moved to Gravity Falls, staring out at the giant forest, something he'd never seen in person before. He didn't laugh over his discovery of creatures beyond his imagination, looking to the side for someone to share in the wonders of discovery. He didn't step into a cave and call "Echo!" and wait for someone to yell it back. He didn't feel hollow inside, as hollow as the cave, when the only repitition was that of his own voice.

He didn't miss Stanley as he wrote in his Journals, sharing discoveries and adventures in the same style as he would if he were telling a cherished companion who was simply not present for it. He didn't miss practicing someone else's handwriting to cheat on homework or confuse their his parents. He didn't miss random doodles and sarcastic comments scribbled in the margins of his writing, evidence that someone else had read his thoughts and cared about them. About him.

He didn't miss Stanley when he met Bill. Why would he? He had a new Muse to do wonderful and important work for. He wouldn't have had time for Stan, even if he hadn't ruined everything. (Besides, if he wasn't paying attention, those comments of "Sixer" and jokes felt familiar, filling a void he never dared to acknowledge.)

He didn't miss Stanley when Fiddleford came to help him. He had another person in his cabin, and any potential loneliness he may have possibly been feeling disappeared. So what if Fiddleford's joke about them sharing bunk beds fell a little flat? He didn't know, it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his-

He didn't miss Stanley when it all went to shit. He didn't miss the reassurance that someone was in his corner, he didn't miss the constant humming and tapping on things that would cover the incessant screaming in his mind, he didn't miss someone climbing into his bed after a nightmare to help ground him, he didn't miss the offer of a high-six, he didn't, he didn't, he didn't.

(It was only pure desperation that made him send for Stan. That was the only reason he would allow himself to acknowledge. Besides, he was being selfish even asking him to come- Bill would kill Stan if given the opportunity. Ford knew that. He would make it slow, in every way Ford knew Stan feared, because Bill had peeled back the layers of his mind, treading places even he hadn't set foot in since he was seventeen and closing a curtain. He couldn't let that happen- even to someone he didn't miss.)

Post-Weirdmageddon Ford would look you in the eye and tell you that twenty-eight year old him (and forty-year-old him, and fifty-eight-year old him) was full of shit, actually.

[gin-juice-tonic]

Okay, here's my late comic for Trans Day of Visibility. I hope whatever you did that day, you had a good day. Though if not, there's 364 other days you can choose to celebrate if you want.

https://tapas.io/episode/3850280

[interseksdilezbianke]

Every time someone spells Rogue as "Rouge" an angel loses its wings and dies.

[intersexbel]

Every time someone spells Mabel as "Mable" a sweater completely unravels.

[intersexbel]

Stanford Pines would hate April Fools. Schizospec + autistic man versus holiday where Everyone is lying for fun.

[left-lateral-incisor]

Him

Bill CIPHER is a FURRY confirmed???

[cyphertronix]

was anyone here in the fandom during that time where no one knew about bill cipher’s existence yet

[cyphertronix]

it’s such a wild concept to look back on now but genuinely that was such a strange time. dreamscaperers hadn’t aired so everyone figured that thr triangle that appeared in the title sequence was important but couldn’t figure out how. i remember a flipnote someone drew of some twink in a suit with a pyramid head based off of all the theories

and then dreamscaperers aired and not only was Bill Actually a Triangle but also his name was Bill fucking Cipher

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and hirsch hadn’t even nailed down the bill voice yet sometimes bill really did just SoundLike Hirsch

[cyphertronix]

same thing with ford. does anyone remember how before we knew it was jk goddamn simmons, ford’s commonly accepted voice claim was a stereotypical nerd

[cyphertronix]

the black shirt. the time between NWHS and ATOTS were full of mystery trio fanon and fanart of ford in that goddamn black shirt from time traveler’s pig. and for four whole months we were calling Ford Stanley

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also this (based on this)