hey. can people please stop parroting "stan only regained his memory because it's a disney show" like it's an objective fact and somehow a storytelling flaw? because that's reductionist and straight up untrue. stan regaining his memory is not a random deus ex machina, it's clearly established earlier in the season that the memory gun isn't permanent via mcgucket's storyline. as soon as mcgucket watches the tapes in society of the blind eye, he begins to gradually heal and regain his memories. it makes perfect sense that mabel's scrapbook (and in journal three, stan and ford's old home movies) would function the same way for stan.
realistically, stan probably wouldn't have remembered his entire life in the span of a week, but his recovery is obviously being condensed for the sake of pacing. there's a ton of awesome fanworks based on the idea that he's still recovering new memories long after the end of the show, particularly from the darkest period of his life when he was homeless and estranged from his family. but that's not relevant to the finale. what matters for the show's purposes is that stan remembers the events of the past summer, so that his goodbye with dipper and mabel at the end of the episode holds dramatic weight. because THAT'S HOW YOU WRITE A STORY.
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Twelve & Clara | Remember, Christina Rossetti
[id: the poem remember, by christina rossetti, interspersed with shots from doctor who of the twelfth doctor and clara oswald. "remember me when i am gone away," is followed by an image of clara oswald cupping the twelfth doctor's cheek. he smiles, sadly. "gone far away into the silent land;" is followed by clara breathing out black smoke as she dies. "when you can no more hold me by the hand," is followed by an image of clara and the doctor facing away from the camera, holding hands. "nor i half turn to go yet turning stay," is followed by clara holding onto the tardis's railing, as she calls danny pink. "remember me when no more day by day" is followed by clara hugging the doctor from behind, both of them smiling. "you tell me of our future that you plann'd:" is followed by the doctor and clara again embracing in the tardis. "only remember me; you understand" is followed by the doctor gripping a wall, in pain, as he climbs up a staircase in his confession dial. "it will be late to counsel then or pray." is followed by the doctor sitting in front of the azbantium wall separating him from his tardis. "yet if you should forget me for a while" is followed by the doctor and clara pressing down on a mind wipe device. "and afterwards remember, do not grieve:" is followed by a close-up of the doctor's face, as he forgets clara. "for if the darkness and corruption leave" is followed by the doctor and clara sitting in clara's diner, conversing. "a vestige of the thoughts that i once had," is followed by an image of clara, looking with curiosity at the doctor, who has forgotten her. "better by far you should forget and smile" is followed by an image of the painting of clara's face left on the doctor's tardis dissolving into the wind. the final line is, "than that you should remember and be sad." /end id]
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hi! hope your week is going well. for the wip game, i am a big fan of slasher handler, but i’m also intrigued by being gaz’s ex. your choice, but if there’s anything you want to share for either 👀🧡
For the WIP Ask Game!
Oh. Oh. Oh. Being Gaz's ex is... a helluva project. It's an exploration of the end of a relationship when no-one is "winning." I wanted to explore another side of Golden Boy Gaz, where his dogged determination to do right in the world has a negative impact on his relationships.
The main character is Autumn, who has filed for a divorce that Gaz refuses to sign off on, and I'm waffling between writing it from a first person/reader POV or third person.
This first part takes place with Gaz in the hospital after an injury. Autumn is still his emergency contact. I'm skipping ahead a bit, but I think this short exchange really showcases the energy I'm going for.
“Who are you texting?”
“Ron,” you answer without looking up from your phone.
“Does Ron know that you’re married?”
When you set your phone down, Kyle, Price, and Soap are looking at you with hard expressions. Simon’s out, picking up lunch. If Kyle was going to spring a guilt trap, now would be the time.
You'd tell him that Ron is your cousin Veronica, who’s allowed you to move into her apartment since you started your new job, if he’d just asked. A part of you reflexively thinks about his pain levels, if he’s due another round of pills. That part is quickly squashed by the knowledge that he knows to ring the nurse if his pain gets to bad, instead of taking it out on you.
So you go low. “Did Crystal know you were engaged?”
The next section hurt my feelings when I wrote it, so I'm putting it under the cut.
CW: Discussions of infidelity, relationship turmoil, inattentive partner
Autumn isn't leaving Gaz because he cheated, by the way. That happened once before they got married and once after. They almost called off the wedding, the first time, but they did premarital counseling and things were "resolved." The second time happened a year into their marriage. With a second round of counseling, Gaz really seemed to get his act together. Autumn went into individual counseling to work on trust, anxiety about his job, her expectations of the relationship, and general maintenance. And there weren't any issues with infidelity ever again. In fact, she once offered to open the relationship, with rules, and he declined.
She's divorcing him because her eyes are brown.
The issue in their relationship, as I see it, isn't that Gaz did something really bad. It's that he and Price have the same affliction that makes them not recognize that they don't actually see their partners as whole beings. Two years after they got married, Autumn realized that Gaz didn't really care about her as much as either of them thought. He got her birthday wrong (switched the month and day). He forgot their anniversary after he cheated. He bought her apology flowers, an arrangement which contained flowers she was allergic to.
And when she bought colored contacts on a whim, he didn't make any comment until she prompted him.
"Hey, does anything about me look different?" She asks, three days into wearing the contacts.
"I've been trying something new with my eyes, but I'm not sure if it's that noticeable."
"I dunno, lovie, you look stunnin' as always."
"Nothing seems different to you?"
And he looked at her, really looked at her, for a minute. "You know I've always loved your green eyes."
And that was the beginning of the end.
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“Now we just go in there, with bats swinging, and we—“
“Slow your roll, Mabel.”
The gates open and Bill has to squint against the bright, pulsating, technicolor lights of the glen. He holds a hand up to shield his eyes as an over pronounced “neigh” is shouted into the air, the unicorn in question shaking its mane back and forth as it stands up proudly beside the babbling water.
“Welcome to my realm of— You!”
Mabel takes three strides forward with her crossbow in hand, but stops when Bill puts a hand out to stop her.
“Quit the drama, Celeste,” he tells the unicorn flatly.
Celesteabellabethabelle and Bill regard each other for a few moments. It squints at Bill before its eyes go wide.
“Bill?!”
He raises his hand to give a wave with a grimace.
“What’re— What’re you— Why are you here?!”
He folds his arms and then starts to tick off on his fingers.
“Tried to take over the universe, got taken down by meddling kids and their pet grunkles, was sent to prison, flunked out of prison, was sent to this universe to do community service, and now my ex-boyfriend wants to turn me into a living beacon so he can take over the world.” Bill pauses for a second before looking down at Mabel. “Am I missing anything?”
“We’re here to take her hair?”
“Oh! Right. We need your hair.”
“What?! I’m not just going to give you my hair! In order for a lock of my hair, you need to be a maiden of—“
“Yeah, yeah, pure of heart,” Bill waves it off. “I remember that whole scam you set up in your realm.”
He leans down to Mabel, a hand put against his mouth as he speaks to her in a stage whisper.
“You know, they used to be from another dimension pulling this shit before everyone got pissed and they were able to bleed over here. Anyway!” He straights up and looks at Celesteabellabethabelle, “Either you give us a lock of your hair so we can do what we need to do, or I set this thirteen year-old on you.”
“And I’ve got so much pent up puberty rage!”
The three of them regard each other for a moment, Celeste looking put out, Mabel looking bloodthirsty, and Bill is kind of proud of the look on Mabel’s face. He really is starting to rub off on these kids, he thinks.
Or puberty is more of a bitch than he gave it credit for.
He prefers to think it’s the first one.
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