#goldendorito

[sullenchoir]

goldendorito

That's the first step

...First step to what exactly, darling?

[br00kiedraws]

@goldendorito replied to your post “☕️”

I'm vaguely aroused

As you should be.

[starrypsychic-moved]

goldendorito

  This singing robot knows exactly how I feel.

….this brings back memories

...Pardon me?

[thespianthelesbian]

Dear boyfriend,

Dear boyfriend, 

If you keep using my toothbrush, even though I’ve bought you SEVERAL, you’re sleeping outside. This is just the beginning of the point of this letter though, so below is a list I’ve compiled of things that are NOT okay to do:

Stealing people’s toothbrushes

Pretending to be the shapeshifter come to take revenge to scare people (me)

Telling people in the supermarket intrusive and (mostly) fictitious information about our sex life

Asking random townspeople to buy you women’s lingerie

Moving the recliner twenty inches to the left so Stan misses it entirely when he flops back onto it

Convincing Dipper that reality is actually a very detail-oriented simulator and that acknowledging this mentally WILL get him deleted (the poor boy couldn’t sleep for WEEKS!!)

Hosting ‘book club’ in the Bunker

Inappropriate use of handcuffs

Building booby traps to catch ‘that one creepy sad guy’ (Toby Determined has enough to deal with without being ridiculed and caught up in nets.)

Drinking Mabel Juice. EVER.

[pengychan]

goldendorito replied to your post “Why do I start writing up silly ideas for silly oneshots I know how it...”

I’ve actually always wondered if fanfic writers (well ones who write more than one shots like me) ever have this issue. Now I know

I charge into long fics with a vague idea for the plot and find out what the fuck happens as I write, which is why most of my stuff gets over 100,000 words long when it was supposed to be, like either a oneshot or 30,000 at most. 

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing is what I’m saying.

[saltysciencesixer]

@goldendorito

“I’m above it.” 

“You can’t be above anything when you’re lower than dirt, and if you’re not afraid of death now, I’ll MAKE you afraid of death.”

[tom-lucitor-official]

Public enemy #1

Tom departed from his campsite, fire still lit and burning, echoing it's light into the night sky. A smokey smell permeated from it. He had been encamped in the small pocket of Oregon known as Gravity Falls for a while now and he did not enjoy a single second of it. He had wished he could just go back to The Underworld and had resorted to staying in his carriage most of the time. However, he figured he would make one last attempt to solve this matter of political interest so he could go back home. Grabbing his energy detecting scepter, he ventured out into the darkened woodlands, the dim orange haze burning ever so slightly behind him in the distance.

After wandering around, his scepter's eyes lit up yellow, some residual energy had been detected. Waving the staff around the area it lip up in as if he were searching for landmines, he spotted a flash of yellow out of very edge of his vision. Tilting his third eye towards the direction of blur's last known location, he hesitantly spoke up. "Hello? Anyone out there?"

@goldendorito

[thea-vt]

@goldendorito liked for a STARter!

Today’s interdimensional trip was to someplace she and Marco had been before --  the Gravity Falls dimension. Which was. Technically on Earth, but the portal there was a little different than Earth portals were normally. So she’d decided to refer to it by the name of the town they’d popped up in last time.

When she’d first come here, she’d seen all sorts of crazy weird stuff; gnomes, lake monsters, flying eyeballs... Marco had told her that he’d met some kind of one-eyed talking nacho, too, which was even more weird than the flying eyeballs! So today, she decided that after all the time that’d passed since the last time they were here, she was gonna go look for that talking nacho in the most likely place for it - in the woods.

Of course, the woods in the Gravity Falls dimension were even more weird than the rest of the place; it felt like there was always something watching her. Which she was kind of used to, thanks to the Forest of Certain Death, but it was a different kind of watching that made her shudder if she stopped to think about it. So instead of stopping to think about it, the princess just kept wandering aimlessly through the woods... and not really being very quiet about it.

“If there’s any one-eyed talking nachos out there, hidin’ just out of sight or whatever, you don’t have to hide! I promise I won’t eat you! I don’t eat things that can talk!... Most of the time!”