#gravfalls

[cripp-tid]

gravity falls ouija board + bill planchette taken from thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com

art is obviously not mine , the edit is though ^_^

reblog if u use pls! credit is not required but very appreciated

edit: also i did the placement on purpose because:

- the Bill planchette is over the Q like for question mark

- it looks like his eye

- it's pointing in the direction of in between the B and C for Bill Cipher :)

[cringecomp2014]

fine.

Dipper: film major bisexual. has a date with hertero jessica from the office after work yup heterooo jessica that's what they call her.

Mabel: She has what it takes. Lesbian beam.

Stan: very "could've been bisexual if he was born in a more recent decade" type guy. (anxious 16 yr old dipper voice) "grunkle stan have you ever kissed a man before" (stan, failing to elaborate) "well sure."

Ford: true ford aroace believer. he's just automatically assumed he's straight this whole time and figured that if other people thought about relationships in a way that seemed strange and impractical to him well what else is new, add it to the list. I think he'd only even begin to reflect on this after an earnest conversation with a recently out young adult Mabel about romance and societal expectation.

Soos: he's an Ally

Wendy: obviously bisexual cmon now

Robbie: tried going gay with Thompson to pick up girls but it sucked for both of them and they silently agreed never to speak of it again

Mcgucket: diversity win! this gay man is lavender married to a raccoon

Pacifica: bi or a lesbian but either way she definitely had some kind of weird doomed flirtationship with a girl in high school

Gideon: man who fucking knows. i think he's destined to be some woman's very gay-seeming/purse dog/scheming eunuch coded husband, good-end TomShiv style. But he IS running this community drag benefit like it's the fucking navy.

[skellyjingles]

Rewatching Gravity Falls and Dipper was way bigger of a screw-up than his twin (I don’t blame him he’s twelve). That one-sided hatred for Mabel really was just misogyny, huh?

[pizzafelony]

[dontcallmelittledipper]

                           || OC friendly || semi-selective || all writing formats || open ask ||

    we don’t believe what’s on TV

            because it’s what we want to see

                             And what we want we know we can't believe

                                      we have all learned to kill our dreams                                                                                                       | x | x | x | x | x | 

[cringecomp2014]

dunno if I'll ever share anything related to my Ten Years Later AU but it's really important to me that you all know that Grenda's day job is as a vtuber and popular internet personality

[v-royo]

Reposting my own human version of Bill Cipher. #fanart #fandom #gravfalls #gravityfalls #billcipher #billcipherhuman #yellow #vroyoart https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpo7YHgAHzB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y3s8hsiwdzjg

[pizzafelony]

[slams hands on table] I HEARD SOMEONE WAS BEING MEAN ABOUT FORD SO I HAD TO WRITE 668 WORDS OF PEOPLE BEING NICE TO HIM

DEDICATED TO OUR VERY OWN COLLEGE-ERA FORD, AKA @aroford, WHO ALSO DESERVES PEOPLE BEING NICE TO THEM

It was only 7:24pm when Ford heard the knock on the door.

His dorm room was quiet, for once, and dark in all corners save for the small lamp on the desk, illuminating the workbook he was hunched over. His roommates had been blessedly absent since this morning, and if the muffled pop music filtering through the windows were any indication, they’d probably remain out until much, much later. It was an unexpected blessing after the past three days filled with their constant presence, and he intended to make as much of it as he possibly could.

Which had been going wonderfully, until the knock on the door.

Reluctantly, he stood from the desk and made for the door, avoiding the stack of textbooks piled where he had absently discarded them earlier. It was dark enough inside the room that when he cracked open the door, he had to squint for a moment before his vision adjusted enough to see the face peering back at him.

“Fiddleford!” he exclaimed, opening the door wide. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, of course,” he replied. In the brighter light of the hallway, Ford could see that he had even more freckles than normally, and was holding a bright aqua Tupperware container in one hand. Ford ushered him inside, and Fiddleford went directly to the desk chair, dragging it until it was next to Ford’s bed. For a lack of anything better to do, Ford perched himself on the mattress and folded his hands in his lap. “I called around earlier, but y’didn’t seem to be here, and when I asked around at the library they hadn’t seen you either, nor the dining hall staff, although I didn’t expect them to have done so.”

Ford was only slightly terribly embarrassed at the reminder. “I’ve been here all day,” he said, then admitted, “For the past three days, actually. I fell asleep earlier – perhaps you caught me then.”

Fiddleford tilted his head. “Well, ain’t that just a sign of the end times,” he said. He leaned over and pressed the back of his hand to Ford’s forehead, not remarking on Ford’s automatic startle. “Y’don’t seem feverish to me, but I’m no nurse,” he announced. “How’ve y’been sleepin’ lately? Y’been drinkin’ enough water?”

For someone who claimed to be no nurse, he certainly had a bedside manner. “I’ve been sleeping… slightly more than usual,” Ford said.

“Y’mean, you’ve been sleepin’, and that’s more than you usually do,” Fiddleford replied bluntly. Ford winced.

“Yes, well,” he muttered, and then added, “In any case, I’m fine, Fidds. Unless you count still having to work on this paper due in two days.”

Fiddleford looked at him shrewdly, and Ford supressed the urge to squirm uncomfortably. “If y’say so,” he said eventually, before holding up the Tupperware container. He handed it to Ford and said, “Ma wouldn’t let me go without about a dozen of these, so I was hopin’ you’d take some off my hands.”

The container, Ford discovered, was filled to the brim with parchment-wrapped sugar cookies, and topped with a hand-written note that Fiddleford snatched away the second the lid came off. “Just her usual sentimental nonsense,” he said as he shoved the note into a pocket. His cheeks were slightly red. “Now I know you ain’t been eatin’ right, and I know ‘cause you ain’t never eatin’ right, so have some of those. They’re the ones y’like, right?” Ford nodded slowly, slightly warmed that Fiddleford had remembered. “Right. I’m gonna getcha some Gatorade – don’t think I didn’t notice y’never told me when the last time y’had some water was.”

“I can’t get anything past you, Fidds,” Ford murmured, but he said it with a smile. Fiddleford answered with one of his own, cheeks still red, before walking out the door and closing it softly as he went.

It wasn’t a lot, Ford thought as he hesitantly took a bite of one the cookies. But somehow, it felt like everything he needed.