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Jeez some of these details like Wendy's mom being dead and Waddles potentially dying are depressing.

The Dipper one especially. That recontextualizes so much about how him and Mabel acted around the end of the series.

No wonder Dip latched onto authority figures so much and wanted to stay with Ford. He was afraid that when he came home, his parents would be divorced.

But where Dipper looked for replacement parents in other adult figures in an attempt to find stability, Mabel clung to whatever stability/reliable family she already had, Dipper. Mable wasn't looking for replacement parents because Dipper essentially filled that role for her, a dependable, reliable family member who would always be there to get her out of trouble. But Mabel couldn't be that person for Dipper in return, so Dipper looked elsewhere for that stability and found it in Ford.

So when the possibility of Dipper not going home came up, Mabel panicked because she would be losing that stability and would return to fighting parents without anyone to depend on.

Mabel handing over the rift makes a lot more sense now. Endless Summer for her equals Endless Stability.

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Wendy Corduroy!

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           "Ughhh, I can't believe Mr. Pines is making me come in on a weekend. We don't even open on weekends!" Wendy snapped her magazine pointedly and kicked her boots up onto the counter. Whatever. If she had to be here, she was going to do as little as possible.

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hums, i really miss writing wendy sometimes

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“Pond side fog fortress”

(via #kylefinndempsey @instagram)

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The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021)

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Mabel: Can you recommend me a book that made you cry? Wendy: General Mathematics 6th Edition.

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Wendy: We learn about the other planets too young.

Wendy: They should keep it a secret from us until we’re, like, 16 and be like “guess the fuck what”

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Wendy: The ‘i’ in my name stands for I don’t care.

Dipper: There’s no 'i’ in your name...

Wendy: I don’t care.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤgravity falls:ㅤㅤwendy corduroy

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Stan: what’s a more creative way to tell someone they’re fired?

Dipper: you’re unable to work here again

Soos: you’re jobn’t

Wendy: you’ve been promoted to customer

Mabel: you’re employeet

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Sauntering into the Shack, Ezekiel perused the interior with the practiced eye of thief. His fingers and curiosity both itched as he began to rifle casually through the merchandise. Some things he passed carelessly over; the obvious fakes and knock offs. Others, he lingered on, like he was looking for something specific.

          Wendy watched the guy from the corner of her eye for a while. A few times, she even looked directly up at him from over the top of her magazine. Sure, she should probably stop him. She was the clerk and he looked like he was up to no good. How could she tell? Well, the only people who paid that much attention to any of the Mystery Shack’s junk were stupid tourists or shoplifters. Which… admittedly, were also pretty stupid. Save a few small things, the Mystery Shack’s merchandise was mostly a bunch of garbage glued to other garbage. Certainly not worth the jacked up prices that Stan peddled them for.

            Wendy almost opened her mouth to call for Stan or Soos—before remembering everyone was gone. It was just her today.

          S i g h.

          “Uhhhh, hey, dude?” The magazine lowered slightly. “If you’re looking for something to steal, the only thing that’s worth it is, like, the cash register, the ice cream, and maaayyybe the souvenir hats.” She paused and looked up. “But if you do that, I’m gonna have to break your arms.”

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(I saw you pop up on my dash and screamed with happiness)

LOL hello, dear! I’m absolutely horrendous at staying on this blog. I’m sortaaaa considering archiving this blog and remaking it so everything is fresh? Feels a bit cluttered atm but I dunno. I’m not sure what to do to revive my muse just yet.

But anyhow! Hello, hello! I hope you’re doing well and your New Year is treating you nicely. ♥ I hope you don’t mind me making this public. I like saving little nice messages for rainy days.

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Déjà vu. Via ray 

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stop asking me how everything is going, i don’t know i’ve been ignoring it

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plaidcool  asked:

"That’s…a lot of blood."

@man-with-a-scam​:

“And that’s none of your business!”

Stan laughed as he shoved the sack of bloodied clothes through the ‘Employees Only’ door.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be restockin’ somethin’?”

          “Aaaaaaaand I’m going to pretend I didn’t  see that.” Just add that to the ever growing list of Things You Don’t Ask Mister Pines And Should Never Think About Ever Again.

          “Uh, yeah, I was just wondering where you want your--” Wendy paused and looked at the box in her arms. “...’Lucky Tanzanian Cyclops Rabbit Feet’? Dude, aren’t these just regular rabbit feet?”