#finally getting along

[honeycombhank]

My girls were finally mingling well! Yay!! Very minimal nipping and complaining. lol. They can be so dramatic sometimes

12/3/23

[jacky-rubou]

AU where Dipper and Robbie quickly become friends and they hang out together despite their differences

Dipper never thought he'd be on good terms with Robbie of all people, but after saving Robbie from possibly being killed by Rumble McSkirmish, he seemed a little less, angry? Dipper was pretty surprised the first time Robbie didn't threaten or tease him.

One day Dipper was just hanging out at the shack with Wendy at the register as usual when Robbie came in. Robbie and Wendy chatted, while Dipper just sat there, enduring his jealousy. When out of nowhere, Robbie invited Dipper to join him and Wendy to a party. Normally it'd be Wendy doing the inviting, not Robbie. He accepted, though still a little shocked.

The party was a blast and Robbie even tried hanging out with just Dipper when Wendy had to leave early. Dipper couldn't believe it, Robbie was actually being cool with him? It was hard to comprehend, but, they had a great time. At the end of the party, Robbie told Dipper that he had fun, in his gruff way.

Ever since they've become close friends. Wendy was happy her boys were finally actually getting along together. It made the full group feel more welcoming as a side effect. Dipper was happy Robbie was now his friend and so is Robbie.

[jubilant-ronin]

Some Mod frogs bonding

For me, It just seems very mafia-esque to be seen in a suit smoking a cigarette. But these two are very good bois and it's not lit anyway (Its for the aesthetic)

[ainawgsd]

And we have acceptance! Sort of. At the very least, Tony is no longer hissing at Luka. And while he does still run from the kitten, I've also seen him chase him too.

And just in time too. Luka can no longer be contained. This weekend he learned to scale the baby gate and this morning he figured out the stairs.

[aestheticdriven-a]

((“You’ve been trying to get expelled?” James asked. He spoke slowly. He felt slow.

Matthew made an impatient gesture, as if chopping invisible carrots with an invisible knife. “That is what I’ve been trying to tell you, yes. But they won’t. I have been doing the best impression of the worst S.hadowhunter in the world, and yet they won’t. What is wrong with the dean, I ask you? Does she want blood?”

“The best impression of the worst S.hadowhunter,” James repeated. “So you don’t—believe in all that stuff about violence being repulsive, and truth and beauty and O.scar W.ilde?”

“No, I do,” Matthew said hastily. “I really like O.scar W.ilde. And beauty and truth. I do think it’s nonsense that because we are born what we are, we cannot be painters or poets or create anything—that all we do is kill. My father and Christopher are geniuses, do you know that? Real geniuses. Like L.eonardo da V.inci. He was a mundane who—”

“I know who L.eonardo da V.inci is.”

Matthew glanced at him and smiled: it was The Smile, gradual and illuminating as sunrise, and James had the sinking feeling that he might not be immune after all.

“’Course you do, James,” said Matthew. “Forgot who I was talking to for a moment there. Anyway, Christopher and my father are truly brilliant. Their inventions have already changed the way S.hadowhunters navigate the world, the way they battle demons. And all S.hadowhunters everywhere will always look down on them. They will never see what they do as valuable. And someone who wanted to write plays, to make beautiful art, they would throw away like refuse from the streets.”

“Do you—want that?” James asked hesitantly.

“No,” said Matthew. “I can’t draw for toffee, actually. I certainly can’t write plays. The less said about my poetry the better. I do appreciate art, though. I’m an excellent spectator. I could spectate for England.”

“You could, um, be an actor,” James suggested. “When you talk everyone listens. Especially when you tell stories.”

Also there was Matthew’s face, which would probably—go over well onstage or something.

“That’s a nice thought,” said Matthew. “But I think I would rather not get thrown out of my home and still see my father occasionally. Also, I do think violence is terrible and pointless, but—I’m really good at it. In fact, I enjoy it. Not that I’m letting on to our teachers. I wish I was good at something that could add beauty to the world rather than painting it with blood, I really do, but there you have it.”

He shrugged.))