Had a dream last night about a gravity falls game where you play as young Stanley having to sneak around and lie to stay out of trouble with Filbrick. It wasn't really a horror game but it had a lot of horror game-like mechanics and there was a general sense of discomfort the entire time.
The only quest I can remember is one where Stanley gets a bad report card while Stanford gets a good one. Filbrick is out doing business until tomorrow so you have until the morning to try and make it look like you got good grades. There's an option to use white out on Stanford's card while he sleeps and write your name instead.
You could also get future readings from mom, who would give hints on what will happen to you next so you can start setting up lies and stealing in advance instead of scrambling to cover yourself last minute. (If you could figure out what the readings were hinting at. They got progressively more vague as the game went on, going from "I hear" and "I see", to "I feel")
You didn't get to see what happened when Filbrick caught him, it just cut to a game over screen. You could be caught and sent to your room three times before this happens (which ends the quest you're on. Because you failed to lie well enough). There is no way to win. The game would just keep going with scenarios until you lost or gave up
There was a vending machine on the board walk that had warped reflections in the glass that corrected itself when you looked at it head-on
Just bought this book so saving this for later!
(Sorry this took so long, BTW.) Here are the codes I have found in Dipper and Mabel’s Guide To Mystery and Non-Stop Fun. The first group of codes will be Bill’s. Then I’ll move on to Dipper’s codes. All of the codes will be bold.(The page numbers will be in parenthesis.)
Here they are:
“Dipper wrote a theme song for himself and sings it in the shower.” (20-21)
“After nightmares, Mabel meows herself back to sleep.”(30-31)
“Soos keeps candy in his belly button for emergencies.”(52-53)
“Stan was a baby model.” (69)
“The mayor of Gravity Falls is not long for this world.” (76-77)
“Wendy wishes she lived in Portland.” (80-81)
“The end of the world is closer than the end of the Summer.”(88-89)
“Something strange is buried under Gravity Falls.” (92-93)
“Time Baby is worried about Bill.” (94-95) (I talked a bit more about this one here.)
“Bud Gleeful wants to run for mayor.”(96-97)
“McGucket has seen terrible things.”(106-107)
“Grenda will marry Rich.”(108-109)
“That burnt tree by Soos’s house is odd.” (116-117)
“Soos writes fan fics about Stan.”(118-119)
“The Gnomes have a clear view of Northwest Manor.”(124-125)
“Dipper and Mabel’s father worked in computers.” (132-133)
“Robbie secretly draws anime.” (142-143)
“The invisible wizard keeps untying Dipper’s shoes.” (144-145)
“The government can be forgetful.” (148)
“Growing up is optional.” (150)
Now for Dipper’s codes:
“Trust no one.” (123)
“Robbie is a jerk.” (123)
“This is way more fun than going outside.” Writing codes, he means. (124)
“To get back at Mabel,Candy, and Grenda for their tickle attack, I’m going to put peanut butter in their socks!“ (131)
The next one is on Dipper’s Certificate of Mystery (151):
It’s missing it in this photo, but there’s a code surrounding it:
As you can hardly see, there some black letters mixed in with the blue ones. Those make up this: “DISNEYXD.COM/ARENTYOUCLEVER” which shows this:
[That code says,”You’re not as dumb as you seem…I’ve got some secrets if you know where to look. The people of this town are an open book…”]
The blue-lettered code on the certificate says: “By signing this official document, you are hereby agreeing to dedicate your life, your afterlife, and any potential clone-lives to the discovery, uncovery (Is that a word?), and exploration of the paranormal, the alter-average, and the extra-usual. When friends ask you to stop being paranoid, you will scoff. When they say that you’ve been acting really weird since you read that book and they don’t even recognize you anymore, that means they’re jealous/you are like me now. We are part of a higher calling. We will meet one day and on that glorious day we will show the small-minded doubters we were right all along, and are also really cool, and they should have been nicer to us. Okay that’s about it. This sort of sounds like a supervillain manifesto in retrospect. But you get the gist.”
Bonus! Gideon code in his letter to Mabel (Page 87):
The letters on the side read, “Help me escape or be destroyed.”
That’s about it. Remember, REALITYISANILLUSIONTHEUNIVERSEISAHOLOGRAMBUYGOLDBYYYYYE!
Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found
Here are some fun sites
Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics
Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli
Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies
*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*
You’ll be okay, friend <3
Tiktok is banned. If you need me you can catch me neck deep in ao3 to a degree I have never been neck deep in ao3 before
Shoutout to all the children of parents that are abusive one way or another that sat their parents down and watched a movie that was a clear plea for those parents to realize that you needed them to be more of a parent and not an abuser. Sorry if it failed and congrats if it changed something if anything. Y'all did a good job speaking out even if it wasn't your voice speaking!
Growing up neurodivergent coupled with abuse (mainly emotional) definitely shaped the way I see myself gender wise and existing in general.
I felt like a frankenweenie of a person. A stitched up creature in the shape of a dog that wore a shirt and pants.
It felt like my main abuser, my creator, didn't want me to be a human. That for some reason other children were stitched up with love and fresh flesh in the shape of a human while I was stitched up and patched together with wooden screws and dead flesh in the shape of a dog. And when people asked what the smell was she always pointed to me as if I'd chosen to wear a rotten suit.
I sat stuffed with organs that didn't belong at the table with my creator and others like her and tried to pretend I was made up of the same stuff. Everyone tried to pretend too. But there's a difference between a human's company and a dog. My tail always hit the table in loud thumps until it fell off and I would crank my head to chew while everyone else ate normally. Something always ruined the already horrible disguise. And then the whole table would point out how truly horrible the disguise was. I would retreat to the ground with my ears folded in.
My creator wasn't afraid of telling me how the green mold and cracking of bones were becoming too much of a problem. Most days it felt like she had given up on even looking at me. She had a dog for a child and I knew myself that I was in no way better than a real child. I was a dog. No dog made up for a human. And no human wanted a dog for a child.
I see myself in the mirror and try to imagine a version of myself that's human. A womanly me, a manly me. But I still end up poking and shoving that dead flesh back into its stitch before I get dressed. I know I'm human. I know I'm human, but here's a disconnect between the words me and human.
(Most of my posts have been me talking about my experience with being neurodivergent and having cptsd since Tumblr for me is a place where a bunch of skrunkly humans join and be skrunkly humans for however long this site stands up so here's another post about that.)
Anyways, that's it for tonight I got to scroll all the way back through my last searched tag since my Tumble crashed.
Hell yeah! Transness is no one way street and it ain't clear as a blue sky.
Your transness is whatever you want it to be with no care or concern towards others because they don't hold your soul. You do.
If an individual trans man did transition as a trauma response to misogyny, or a trans woman did identify as such because it's tied to her kinks, both of them would still be valid. Every reason for being trans is valid. When transphobes bring out those canards, we act like those are hideous things to be when we should be treating them like reductive stereotypes that are one of ten million different reasons someone might identify the way they do. Neither inherently undermines other trans people.
When you say "how dare you accuse me of being a disgusting faker like that" you're playing by transphobic society's rules. Do not believe that you can convince them your masculinity is truly destiny built into you from birth, or that your femininity is squeaky clean.
Sometimes I look back at my memories and think "Yeah no, my childhood wasn't that much it was pretty normal."
Cue someone asking me what it was like and the complete dread that passes through me as my brain intentionally tries to sift through the river for normal memories because you don't share some messed up shit with most strangers unless ya' want to and everytime it comes up really blurred or practically nonexistent. And that makes me realize that yeah, my childhood wasn't actually normal. Does someone with a normal childhood need to search every nook and cranny of their memories for a single memory that they can comfortably share with someone and come up short each time? Probably not.
Alone I can convince myself of having a normal enough childhood but that's because my brain accepts a single moment out of hundreds that was relatively normal enough to count and then immediately takes it as a "Yeah that works, it was a good childhood."
Hell my brain can barely remember most of my childhood not because of a lack of memory but because it just won't show up. I search and search and it's all a blurry mass of "Yeah I was alive at that point." But like, that's not what I'm looking for. I'm looking for what I did when I was alive. But yeah, brains are flippin' weird.
Reminded of someone saying that that was his way of saying "Dude you're gonna follow right after me lol." and that has been in my head for the past month and a half just waiting for the hours to tick by until March.
I don't care what official translations say, I chose to believe "Et tu, Brute?" translates to "What the FUCK, Brutus?"
Note: As far as I'm aware if you input any word after selling your soul to Bill and press the knob you'll get the same result. I still think it's important to highlight the ones that didn't have any result once you imput them normally the day the website updated (AUDIOLOG, BUBBLES, CLEAR, CONTRACT, SMALL) these may have been just an error since it has been fixed since then
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ABUELITA
ADASTRAPERASPERA
ALEX HIRSCH / ALEX / HIRSCH
AM I BLANCHIN
ANSWER
AXOLOTL
BAAAA
BABY / BABY BILL / LALALALALA / MOMMY / DADDY
BILL / BILL CIPHER / CIPHER / ILLB / LLIB REHPIC / REHPIC
BLACK SHEEP
BLANCHIN / BLANCHING / BLANCH
BLENDIN
BLIND EYE
BOOBERRY
BURN SIDE
BURNED INSIDE
BYE GOLD
CAESAR ATBASH VIGENERE / MULTILEVELMARK
CARD
CARYN
CIPHERTOLOGY
CLONE / TYRONE / PAPER JAM
CONSPIRACY
CRAY CRAY
CRYPTOGRAM CODEX
CURSE WITTEBANE
CURSED
DEATH
DEER TEETH
DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION
DIONARAP
DIPPER
DIPPY FRESH
DISCO GIRL / BABBA
DISNEY / MICKEYMOUSE
DISPENSE MY TREAT
DIVORCE / BREAKUP
DORITO / NACHO / CHIP
DUCHESS APPROVES / THE DUCHESS APPROVES
DUCKTECTIVE
EASTER EGG
EMMALINE BUTTERNUBBINS
EUCLID / SCALENE / SCRIMBLES
EUCLYDIA
EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES
FAMILY MATTERS
FBI / CIA / NSA
FILBRICK
FIXINIT1
FORD / SIXER / STANFORD
FORDTRAMARINE
FORGET THE PAST
FUCK / SHIT / BITCH / SLUT / SEX
FUCK YOU ALEX
GIDEON
GIFFANY
GLASS SHARD BEACH
GLOBNAR
GOD / HELP ME / SAVE ME / FRILLIAM
GOODNIGHT SALLY
GRAVITY FALLS
GREBLEY HEMBERDRECK
GUN / THE GUN
HAROLDS RAMBLINGS
HECTORING
HEY NERD
HISTORY
HOLOGRAM
HORROR / CREEPYPASTA / ANALOG HORROR
HOTXOLOTL
HOW WILL I DIE / WHEN WILL I DIE
IM STILL ON YOUR MIND
IRREGULAR
IS HELL REAL
IS THERE AN AFTERLIFE
JOURNAL 1
JOURNAL 2
JOURNAL 3
JUST BLEND IN
JUST FIT IN
KINGS OF NEW JERSEY
KOOK
KUBRICK
L IS REAL 2401
LIAR LYRE
LIES
LIFE
LOVE / BOYFRIEND / LONELY
LOVE YA BRO
MABEL
MASON
MATH / GREECE / SHAPES / GREEK / PLATO / GEOMETRY
MCGUCKET / FIDDLEFORD / OLD MAN MCGUCKET
MEOW / MEOW WOW
MONSTER
MORALITY
MOUNTAIN DONT
MYSTERY
MYSTERY SHACK
NAITSUAF
NO
NOT A PHASE
NOTHING
OCCURREMUS ITERUM
OH YES THEY BOTH
ONE EYED KING
OROBOROUS
OWL TROWEL
PACIFICA
PAPER IS BOOK SKIN
PEAK
PINATA
PINES
PLATINUM PAZ
PORTAL
QUESTION
R34LITY
RAT
REALITY
RIDDLE
ROBBIE
RUBBERHOSE
SCARY / SPOOKEMUPS / SPOOKY
SCIENTOLOGY
SEASON 1 / SEASON -1
SEASON 2
SEASON 3
SEVEN EYES
SEVERAL TIMES
SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA
SKELETON
SKIBIDI / FORTNITE / ELON / CRYPTO / DOGE / GYATT / RIZZ
SOMETHING
SOOS
SORRY
STAN / STANLEY PINES / STAN PINES / STANLEY
STOD EHT TCENNOC
SUCK IT MERLIN
TAD STRANGE
TANTRUM
THE BOOK OF BILL / BOOK OF BILL
THE DUCHESS APPROVES
THEORY / MATPAT
THERAPRISM
THEYLL SEE / THEYLL ALL SEE / I SEE
TINSEL SNAKE
TITANS BLOOD
TJECKLEBURG
TOBY DETERMINED
TORTURE MENTALLY
TOURIST TRAP
TRIANGLE
TRIGONOMETRY
UNIONMADE
UNIVERSE
UNREALITY
VALLIS CINERIS
VIRUS
WADDLES
WEIRD
WEIRDMAGEDDON
WELL WELL WELLBEING
WENDY
WHICH RELIGION IS RIGHT
WHO ARE YOU
XGQRTHX
XYLER / CRAZ
YES
YOU CANT KILL AN IDEA
YOURE INSANE
Will update if more are found
I will never understand the narrative that people have to stay the same throughout their life when it comes to orientations and identities.
Hey, it's almost like people change constantly and things don't have to be set in stone?
Isn't the expectation that we change and stay changing since we have plenty of life lived and unlived?
People can be queer and not have their identities be forever, cishet people always question about whether queer people are sure about it or if they'll change their mind and it's like, maybe, so what? How is that the worst thing? When it comes to genderqueer people most understand surgery and what it means in the long run but so what? What's it to you, the person that isn't in their skin? Dear gods give it a rest.
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