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You know a fandom that I never see people criticizing? Epic the musical.

And by God does this fandom needs a harsh slap to the face to be reminded that no, Epic isn't a gift from God that needs to be defended and shielded from criticism at all costs. This fandom has become a toxic wasteland of ungrateful, pompous, precarious assholes who attack people for even hinting at the fact that epic might have a few negatives to it.

And don't get me started on how some of them treat the freaking animators.

They're not your dolls, you don't get to dictate what, when, or how they make their animations, let alone the contents they make outside of epic the musical. They've been so spoiled that the simple notion of something being outside of their perfect decorated box of expectations is enraging to them.

This has even spread to other musicals. Stories of Styx being a notable one.

I've seen people bash them for commissioning animators that worked with Epic, calling them copycats or thieves.

The phrase "fandom culture is dead" applies perfectly to this fandom.

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Reblog if you are insecure about anything below:

-weight

-appearance

-intelligence (or lack of) 

-skills (or lack of) 

-weird hobbies

-friends (or lack of) 

-body

-personality

-family

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Real.

And for some reason, it always goes away when I decide to write a damn fic. 😭

What I mean when I do not control the hyperfixation.

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It makes me happy when they listen

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I am once again back with my Percy and Neptune brain rot. Because apparently being normal about them isn't an option.

I was just thinking, do u know how funny it would be to see a custody battle between him and Poseidon on who gets Percy.

Neptune is probably an insufferable asshole about it, like he will yap Poseidon's head off every second of the day.

Poseidon: *in a meeting*

Neptune: ur the reason our child is suffering.

Poseidon:

Poseidon: I am *this* close to renting a place with our father.

Bro will not stop, and to spite him, Poseidon just gets incredibly clingy with Percy, constantly smooching his head and giving him gifts.

Percy is confused, not complaining though, who's he to say no to parental affection.

Just for shits and giggles, Paul is gonna get stuck in this mess.

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billford animatic i made to the song 'confrontation'! ^^

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Someone, please give the ninjas guns, I swear the battle would be over in 30 seconds.

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The gays should kiss

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I can physically hear Alfred screaming from here.

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I'm obsessed with this couple in my head and you will suffer with me

The tale of Nebula and Eclipse;

A mug, dusty and grim, clinked onto a charred table

They sat in silence among the rubble and remains,

The sky line set ablaze,

This beginning starts at the end

The tale of lovers, once enemies, alone together in the end

Fingers touched, the only thing left alive was their dying love

Hands squeezed tight, through their gloves

The sky was rose, the night torn away

Just endless, endless, burning day light.

They met in this warm tan walls,

The Angel stinged everything,

Burning away nightfall

And all within the castles walls

The Sun Chaser would be here soon

Brief rest over they struggled to their feet and began to move

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Splendid, beautiful. ❤️✨️✨️

Love is a burning grave,

It is the song the murder crows.

I love you with the coldness of the moon,

It is fierce in the way it seeps into my bones.

In the way it refuses to give you warmth,

It is the love of the icy depths narcissus sunk into.

The illusion of warmth and all ot entails

It is cold that burning way, my dear.

That's why, when you ask me why my hands are sticky with crimson warmth.

Why the blood is mine, not yours I can only answer;

“Love, my dear, burns like the sun and I fear my pulse is growing weak"

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Okay, shitty idea, let's give Ford a kid. (Bc I need to give this man an actual human being to care for and learn how to make genuine human connections. )

OK, imagine this, this dumbass is out here in the woods, stumbles upon a magic artifact, BOOM, now there's a baby, with six fingers, 99% likely to be his.

Ford: ah, what a glorious day,surely nothing will happen-

The universe: bet, here's a kid

Ford: I'm sorry wot

*sometime later*

Ford: *blinks*

Baby: *blinks back*

Ford:

Ford: omg I have acquired an offspring

So Ford in full panic mode calls Fiddleford, and Fids is in absolute confusion as to why his partner has called him at 3 am and also is that a fucking baby-

So they go back to the shack and try to understand whatever the hell is going on.

Fiddleford: so what are ya gon do?

Ford: idfk bro I'm incapable of taking care of myself let alone a baby

Ford:

Ford: let's just give him up for adoption

Fiddleford: u sure?

Ford: positive.

Fiddleford:

Ford:

Fiddleford: *looks at baby*

Fiddleford: aww, would you look at that, he has six fingers like his Dada

Ford:

Ford: *sobs* omg this is my kid-

So they end up keeping the kid, which is where things get interesting, this is about the same time frame where Ford summons Bill, and shit hits the fan, and by God, the fan is less a fan and more a fucking wind turbine.

I'll make part two later lol.

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Do you guys ever think how little sleep Stan must've got in the thirty years Ford's been gone?

This man has been getting up, every night, for thirty years trying to fix that damned portal, and then had to wake up early in the morning to keep the business of the mystery shack going, the sleep deprivation is real people.

But from another angle, do you think when he accidentally fell asleep at times, he woke up violently ill and guilty? Thinking to himself 'my brother is out there, who knows facing what and here I am, sleeping while he could be fighting for his life.' ?

It's probably not what happened, but I can't help but think even though his meeting with Ford was bitter, he finally slept at peace that night, knowing that at the very least his brother was here, at home, with his family, with him.

God these old men make me sick.

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....

AND I DONT WANT THE WORKD TO SEE ME-

30+ Years AU Pages 11 and 12! The Nile is a river in Egypt. 😔 Two pager today as penance for the long wait! Thanks for reading y’all.

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The things they say...lord...the words...

*Sobs*

Hello!

I'm sorry I must curse you with this knowledge, but I recommend your comic to my friends, and they are simping for your older version of dipper. Hard. 😃

(Pls save me I'm scared they're so unhinged-)

Tell them he lives on a boat and smells like fish 😬

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OK but an au where Ford is the kids grandfather, and by some weird ass shenanigans they end up under the care of shermie and all that jazz.

Like, imagine how much worse that would be for Stan.

Like, these kids are the grandchildren of the twin brother he thinks has been doomed to an eternity of being lost in the multiverse, and they are quite literally the reflection of him and Ford.

Dipper is a smart boy with so much thirst for knowledge and to find secrets unknown to others, who looks at the world with an ambition unmatched in any kids his age.

Then there's Mable, a loud and kind, happy girl, an imagination so vast that baffles everyone, shining brightly like the sun as it brightens the world with light and warmth.

This two are gonna be a stab in a heart to Stan whenever he even looks at them.

Now I kinda imagine Ford sleeping with someone in college and having a kid, then his kid ends up being adopted by shermie and raised as his, so his grandchildren don't really know Ford is their grandpa.

But damn, imagine Ford coming back and finding out he's a fucking old ass bitch and a grandfather.

Also, the guilt of having a kid he didn't know about all his life, seeing his grandchildren and just realizing that "Oh shit, I wasted so many years of my life on creating that damn portal, that I forgot what having a family is like"

This has to be another level of heartbreak lol.

Also, Bill kinda liking these kids and wanting to use them as a kind of doll to create his own twisted reality where he and ford never break up.

Bill you fumbled hard pls get over it-

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Did you know that your brain actually flashes your life in front of your eyes when you die?

It's actually not a wholesome explanation as many would believe it to be. They tell you it's your brain trying to remember your happy moments one last time, but that's not what happens.

It's your brain frantically trying to stay alive.

When you were a kid, when you fell, you always took note of the object or situation which hurt you, trying to never repeat that again as to not hurt yourself again.

It's the same thing in death.

It's your brain scouring, tearing apart your memories, frantically searching for something, something that will keep you alive.

It's your brain grasping at the straws of anything similar to the feeling of your body shutting down, permanently this time.

Problem is, you have never died before. You have passed out, cut your hand or scratched your knees, broken your bones and hurt yourself in any way imaginable.

But you haven't died.

But it's all fruitless, because you only die once.

And it's the gutwrenching realization that it can't do anything.

It searches for a solution.

"What am I gonna do?"

"What can I do?"

You can't bring back someone from death, and neither can your brain.

Because death is an ailment you can't heal from.