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“Marble statue of a wounded Amazon” from Open: The Metropolitan Museum of Art Collection [x] [x]
Sosicles Amazon, marble copy of bronze original, 440-430 BCE.
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It had only been three days since Dipper had arrived back in Gravity Falls, but he already felt at home. Sure, he’d only been here for a few of his Summers, and he spent most of his formative years in boring old Piedmont, California, but here... Gravity Falls is where Dipper grew up, as far as he’s concerned. It’s where he learned a plethora of valuable life lessons, where he discovered what he wanted to do with his life, he’d even go so far as to say that it’s where he found the real Dipper.
As a result of this, for the long months of the school year that he was away from this place, he felt homesick. Even though he slept no less than five blocks away from the hospital where he was born, he felt homesick. High School hadn’t been the grand victory he’d expected. At school, he felt lost at sea, confused, abandoned. While Mabel had continued her winning streak from Middle School, signing up for painting and cheerleading and all other manner of extracurricular activities while still maintaining popularity, Dipper had mostly stuck to himself, not making any new friends. He’d attempted to shut out all of the social anxiety and awkwardness by focusing on his grades, and even then, he wasn’t perfect anymore. He just wanted to go home.
So here he was, back in Gravity Falls, back in the Mystery Shack, living with the Grunkles and Soos and Wendy. And yet, he still felt... uneasy. On edge. Anxious. It wasn’t long before he found himself out of the Shack, wandering the woods. He didn’t really have a set destination, but he just needed some time to himself, to think about... things. These woods were a place of comfort for him, despite the untold horrors and mysteries that they no doubt contained. They were almost magical. He started to kick a rock around while he walked, and with every kick it did three spins mid-air and landed on the same side. He just didn’t understand people sometimes. Why did he have to be so awkward, so stupid. All he had to do was go up and talk to them, and even he couldn’t do that.
Speaking of... somehow in his aimless drifting, he’d ended up in a familiar clearing. It was sunlit, and had a large assortment of colorful flowers blooming around it, but those weren’t the most unique thing about this glade. No, that honor belonged to the eerily obstructive statue that stood out among the flowers, adorned in a robe of slightly-discolored moss, alien to the Pacific Northwest. The stone memorial to the once-great dream demon, Bill Cipher. The chaotic entity that had terrorized the entirety of Gravity Falls during his and Mabel’s first visit to the town. The statue was a reminder of that horrifying time, but it was also a testament to his victory over the being. He was proud of it.
He wasn’t sure what guide him to this spot, but he didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Dipper didn’t know if Bill was still alive or not, but if he was, he hadn’t made himself known for five years, so Dipper figured that the statue it was relatively safe. He crept slowly towards the stone monument, and sat down on a smooth and comfortable-looking rock. Dipper rested his face in his hands, letting out a deep and exasperated sigh. Without expecting a response, he began to talk, ramble about nothing in particular.
“I hate feeling like this... I don’t try to act like a loner, all depressed and sad all the time, but it’s just easier that way. I don’t have to fake being interested in... girls and sports, or whatever the dudes are into these days. It’s just me... and my thoughts. I guess you’d know a lot about that, wouldn’t you Bill? What with being trapped in stone for all these years, right? ...ha...”
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ClosedStarter. Neha&Klaus.
Klaus checked the small piece of paper to make sure he had the right house before knocking three times on the wood. His face was shaven cleanly; his shirt and tie was neat. He was clearly out to impress. Waiting for the door to open, he smoothed his shirt, ran his hand through and rearranged his tie. When he was happy with his appearance, he clasped his hands together and placed them in front of his stomach.