#mabel-gleeful

[where-others-are-blind]

"I'm dying and you can't stop it." ((hope you don't mind me!))

Sentence Starters {Intense Angst Edition}

Dipper was perfectly still as Mabel’s words soaked into his being, silent as he felt them turn to poison in his blood. This wasn’t happening, Mabel was making a fool of him again, he knew better than to fall for this cruel trick. She was doing this to prove some sort of point, instill in him yet again that if she was gone, he would be nothing. Dipper began to shake his head, his face a perfect mask of indifference as he took a deep breath.

“You’re a liar. You’re not dying.”

[ask-reverse-gideon-pines]

"I can't feel my face."

      “It could always be worse, it could be below thirty. Or it could start down pouring and then we would get the flu or something." It always got bitter cold in Oregon during the winter, but this seemed like the coldest day so far. 

[itrhymeswithtable]

☀ (~platonically~)

send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive

"Aww, thanks. You too! We're pretty damn hot, right?"

[holymoly-hotdog]

{ mabel-gleeful liked for a starter }

"Hey I like your hair! It's really pretty!!"

[itrhymeswithtable]

tbh it's bc it's an animal in a costume. a v obviously handmade costume. that iguana is enjoying its life in its little homemade wellcrafted li/wizard costume. its gonna cast some spells.

// ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes yes good

[30yearslost]

Starter for mabel-gleeful

For a brief, beautiful moment, he thinks it's the Gleeful version of his munchkin. Brown hair, blue coat, glowing, sure, but roughly... her. It's her, right? It's Mabel. One of them, anyway, right? Wrong.

But it is.

It's Mabel, but she's just got one eye, and the blue stone that is usually set in that headband is set into the eye, no black pupil, only solid glowing teal. So it's not her, it's not real, it's not the munchkin, it's just something that's going to drag sharp fingers down his skin and laugh when he begs to be let go.

It's just Mabel Gleeful, two eyes, no stone set in either of them. The Shack is just the Shack and there is nothing to be afraid of. But he is.

Stanley stumbles backwards against the porch of the Shack that's not the Shack (Except it is.) and slides down to the planks of the front stoop. He can't stop looking at her, even through swiftly tearing up eyes.

"Why do you have to look like her?" he croaks.

[30yearslost]

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!” {I am so sorry for this omg}

"Alright, I get that. I can... well no I can't respect that. Look, just stop bringing the dead home and leaving them on the front lawn! People are starting to ask questions and I'M running out of excuses."

[fallenpinetree]

mabel-gleeful reblogged for starter!

"So Mabel, there's this thing i've been wondering about for a while..." His eyes looked at almost anything except her. It wasn't any bad or awkward question but for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable asking it.