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I didn’t know what to do for the latest chapter of my fiction so I let the audience decide

It’s Dipper.

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Why worry? - Quick AN

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this is so so important to me and mine, and I'm asking you to Do Something so I'll respect your time and keep it brief

in the UK, if 100k sign a a government petition it will be brought to Parliament and debated. y'all know this country is suffering from some 80s-style bigotry right now, and this is one symptom: almost 200k fuckholes have come together to force the government to discuss whether it is 'appropriate' to tell children that queer people exist. this is a big symbolic victory for them. and i am burning with fury.

please, if you're from the UK, sign this counter-petition so they can at least see how much of a minority they are. simply put, the attempt to put these bastards in their place isn't gathering enough steam. there are barely 2000 more signatures now than there were this morning (27th January 2023), and that isn't enough. i refuse to let these people feel even a moment of victory or satisfaction. please help.

This was very upsetting

When he awoke voices echoed all around him. The sun was shining brightly above him, no…

A light hung over head, every other inch of his surroundings was cloaked in pitch black. Nothing but the single, glass? Rose layed in his grip. The grit and dirt of the ground lingered on his skin, but no where else. lime green and similar shades of clear glass held his body in the endless void he traveled through.

His clothes felt lighter, not that they dissipated just that the fabric had change, devolved and re-adjust to fit that of a newly bloomed rose.

Or it should have, instead it looked like what every high school frat boy wish they adorned. Same jacket, green with an even white line from around the collar down to the sleeves, sweat pants that where similar. And a red shirt underneath.

His face was what had changed the most, a read and green gas mask in the shape of a snarling monster mouth, spike like thorns around the edges. Battle paint, adjacent to that of a fan at a rugby match lacing his eyes. Finally his hair a fiery red and white.

Tw: swearing, talk of abandonment.

Neil’s transformation:

Being an adult sucked, it wasn’t like high school where your parents waited on you hand and foot or college were you can have everything paid for you.

“I actually have to go out and work?!” Neil whined down the phone line.

“I know it must be sooooo difficult for you” the voice mocked.

“Riley! No sarcasm this is actually horrible!” He shook his head aggressively, narrowly dodging a lamppost. He grimaced as people shot him looks “me and my mates we’re going out tonight but I’m broke and apparently that means I’m out the group!” There was silence from the other line, Neil grew nervous.

“Maybe….maybe it’s for the best…”

“What do you mean ‘for the best’!” He did air quotes “my friends just ditch the bro code and you just want me to move on!?” He spat, throwing his phone on the floor with the sound of splintering glass. “Oh for fuck sake!”

Rain poured in buckets, Neil scrambled around in the dark, the mud of the woodland floor coating him. “C’mon! C’mon we’re the hell is it!” Turns out your parents aren’t entitled to buy you a new phone every time you break the old one “C’mon!” His hand felt it, for a brief moment. His fingers brushed against the cracked glass again, gripping it tightly he kissed the dirty thing. “Ple! Pfft! Mud!” He wiped his mouth only dragging more muck across his face. Something pricked his fingers, a rose, blood dripped down it’s dimly lit stem.

Suddenly light flooded him.

Black.

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