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ok this dni has me sobbing

proshippers are the ONLY thing on the list

this person doesn’t know what they are

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I love love love that omegaverse Callisto is intersex in both primary and secondary sexes. Peak vibes for them tbh.

....i just love Callisto a lot and everything about them actually. 💖💖💖

Okay okay okay

You mentioning Callisto got me curious

What would you assign them if they were in the ABO universe?

- idk-man

HI HELLO, ive talked about this with my boyfriends before!

My assessment ended at “A intersex Alpha that doesn’t really experience Ruts”. You could define this as an Alpha/Beta Intersex combo or just a Intersex Alpha.

Callisto would have everything pointing to Alpha except just, not having Ruts. They’re intersex with their primary sex cause of their weird puberty and gonads, so I thought it was appropriate for the same to be true of their secondary sex!

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☝️🤓

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having a normal amount of emotions about kid stan and shanklin tonight

i wish we had more of them. you can see the love in that possum's eyes in lost legends, like... they're just as precious to me as mabel and waddles. a weird and/or chaotic kid and their bond with an unusual pet gets me every single time.

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Shanklin II - Return of the Stab Possum! (click to embiggen)

Just a cute idea I had, that I decided to get done as a sort of birthday greeting for @toasttbutt – happy milestone birthday, my dear, to both you and @eggscargo!  I hope you have a wonderful day!

(No opossums were harmed in the making of a new Shanklin.)

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Shanklin the Stab Possum

Master post of nothing but Shanklin in the Gravity Falls Lost Legend comic because I love him.

Part 4/4 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Shanklin the Stab Possum

Master post of nothing but Shanklin in the Gravity Falls Lost Legend comic because I love him.

Part ¾ (Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

Keep reading

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Shanklin the Stab Possum

Master post of nothing but Shanklin in the Gravity Falls Lost Legend comic because I love him.

Part 2/4 (Part 1, Part 3, Part 4)

Keep reading

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Shanklin the Stab Possum

Master post of nothing but Shanklin in the Gravity Falls Lost Legend comic because I love him.

Part ¼ (Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

Keep reading

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dipper age 12: i have to take this terrible crush on great uncle ford to my grave dipper age 16: i NEED senior citizen cock mabel mabel: word?

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adulthood is for realizing that being gay and weird is actually really cool

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Soostan Month Prompt 6: Fortune

A young Soos Ramirez stood in the back of a supply closet, clutching the magic eight-ball he'd found close to his chest. The big staff shirt hung off him like a dress, but Soos didn't care. It was one of his most prized possessions. It showed everyone that he worked for Mr. Mystery himself. The man taught him everything he knew. He didn't even fire Soos when he got confused or forgot something or broke something by accident.

He'd only worked at The Mystery Shack for a few months, but he'd already outlasted most of the folks that signed up to work there. His Abuelita told him that showed he was reliable. A valuable asset to his boss. Someone who could be depended on. And that was really important to Soos, especially if he had any hopes of marrying Mr. Pines when he grew up.

It had to be fate that he'd found the fortune teller at work that day.

“Will me and Mr. Pines fall in love and get married?”

Then, he shook it with all his might, eyes screwed shut with effort before he quickly popped them back open, holding the back of the ball up close and waiting with bated breath for his fortune to appear. The blue die bobbed into view in the middle of an inky black sea.

REPLY HAZY, TRY AGAIN.

Soos stuck out his lip. Maybe he hadn't concentrated hard enough? 

He screwed his eyes shut, trying to think as hard as he could about him growing up and getting married to Mr. Pines one day. Hopefully. He needed to know.

Opening his eyes back up, he stared back down at the blue triangle, mocking him, and took a deep breath.

“Please, I gotta know, are me and Mr. Pines gonna fall in love?”

He shook with everything he had, so hard that his arms started to ache. He couldn't bring himself to look at first, hoping with all his heart that it'd answer with an affirmative. He peered one eye open.

BETTER NOT TELL YOU NOW.

Oh, come on! What better time than now? Maybe he was wording it wrong?

“Will–”

“Soos! What in the heck is takin’ so long?”

The door slammed open and Soos all but leapt into the air, letting out a sudden cry. An imposing, shadowy figure stood suddenly in the middle of the doorway, eclipsing the light shining from outside the hallway.

Mr. Mystery.

Startled, the eight-ball fell from his hands. He stepped forward, arms rocketing out to catch it, only for his foot to make contact and send it skittering across the floor. The ball slowed its roll until it gently bumped against the man’s shoes.

Soos watched in silence as the man’s eyes darted down, tilting his head as he took in the sight before him. Recognition lit up in his eyes and he chuckled softly. Mr. Pines let out a soft grunt of effort as he bent down and scooped the eight ball into one hand, lifting it up to inspect.

“So that's where it went,” Mr. Pines stepped further into the closet, allowing Soos to see him better. “Whaddaya still doin’ in here, kid?”

Soos averted his eyes, seeming to find focusing on his hands to be far more interesting. “I'm sorry, Mr. Pines, I didn't mean to. I mean, I– I was looking for what you told me to get, but then I found that, and then I forgot what you wanted me to find, so I started playing with that instead ‘cause I wanted to know my future and–”

“The snowglobes, Soos,” he said sternly. ”I wanted you to bring some out front. And just bring the whole box out, don't just take a bunch in your arms. You remember what happened last time.”

Soos nodded. He did. It was so embarrassing. He could still see all the snowglobes go crashing to the floor as glass and glittery water and mini-Mystery Shacks went everywhere. He was sure Mr. Mystery would be angry at him. Fire him, even. But, he was more worried than anything, sitting Soos down and making sure he didn't have any cuts anywhere. Just the memory of it made Soos’ stomach fill up with butterflies.

“Here,” Mr. Pines spoke up again, bringing Soos back to the present. He served the ball underhand and it sailed over to hit Soos softly in the chest and fall into his open palms. “Trying to tell your future, huh?”

“Mm-hm,” he trailed his eyes over the figure eight staring up at him. “I wanna make sure what I want to happen comes true.”

He heard heard the steady footfalls of the older man's approach before Mr. Pines leaned down, wrapping a large arm around his shoulder. Soos leaned in. Mr. Pines smelled of cologne and leather and kinda like smoke. And Soos knew cigarettes were bad for you, but for some reason, he sorta liked how Mr. Mystery smelt like them. 

“Listen, kid, you want some advice?”

A small gasp escaped the boy as he looked up and nodded furiously. Any chance for him to absorb the wise words of Mr. Mystery was not one to be taken lightly.

Mr. Mystery set his big hand down on the eight ball in Soos’ hands. If the boy thought about it hard enough, it was almost like they were holding hands. He stared into his mentor’s face, hanging onto every word.

“Ya can't just sit around wondering if things are gonna happen to ya. Any schmuck can sit around on their behind, hoping that what they want is gonna happen. But ya got make your own luck. If you see the life ya wanna live, ya gotta take it. You get what I'm trying to say?”

Soos nodded like a bobblehead on the dashboard of a particularly terrible driver. Oh, he read Mr. Pines loud and clear.

Mr. Pines gave him a soft smile, one Soos was proud to say he'd only seen on his face when he looked at Soos. Then, they parted and Mr. Mystery was walking back into the hall. Before he disappeared from view, the man shot him one last glance.

“Remember, Soos. The snowglobes. I better see you out there restocking when I'm done with this next tour.”

“Aye, aye, captain!”

And with that, Soos was alone again.

He looked down at the magic eight-ball once again. With renewed vigor, he flipped it over to face the fortune, still reading the same as before. But he knew better now, he had to make his own destiny.

“One day, Mr. Pines and me will be in love. And it'll be so awesome.”

He didn't even need to close his eyes before his future was revealed. He already knew tje outcome, of course. And his smile only brightened as he read his fortune. 

IT IS CERTAIN.

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studying

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hiiii i’m not sure if your requests are open, so ignore this if they are not!!!! but i always love stan taking care of a clingy and sick ford or vice versa!!! and i feel like that would be amazing in ur style!!!

but again no pressure <333

y'all ever had really bad fever dreams before? i didn't even know they were real until like. recently.

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