Already Been Done. Lil Bits, The Kitten From Wander Over Yonder.

I'm back again after like no time at all anyways Rapunzel hcs?

rapunzel <3

-will cry if she sees a tiny and cute enough baby animal. will cry hard enough to worry eugene.

-sometimes has a sleepover in eugene’s room when she has a nightmare (this was before eugene proposed & during the time when frederic would have been extremely against this.) she used to send pascal to eugene, who would sneak into her room, but then rapunzel realized how much worse it’d be for him if he got caught, so now she goes to his. even after they’re married, they have their own rooms, because they like having their space, but they both end up sleeping in one bed, most nights.

-gets yellow-painted tattoos later on. sunflowers and swirls on her shoulders.

-upon seeing quirin in the amber, her mind flashed to gothel’s death, and she felt responsible.

-has picked eugene up before and will do so again at the slightest excuse. they both love it.

-felt guilty for befriending stalyan after eugene filled her in on some details of his & stalyan’s past.

-once she & varian are on more comfortable ground, she makes a point to teasingly annoy him sometimes. he usually ends up pranking her in return. one time, he put salt, instead of sugar, in a cupcake he gave her, and rapunzel proclaimed that that was the worst thing he’d ever done. they both stared at each other for a second before cackling at themselves. (well, varian did a bit more cackling, while rapunzel had a regular sane laugh.)

-spars with cass & the brotherhood sometimes. she doesn’t want to hurt them, but once she gets in the self-defense zone, she can hold her ground very well.

-automatically tries to heal people who’ve gotten hurt somehow and has to work to calm herself when she can’t.

-the ride to the castle to meet her parents for the first time was awful. rapunzel was in shock and kept crying as she continuously realized that gothel was gone, and she almost couldn’t let go of eugene because he’d died right in front of her.

-still has a hard time believing that things can be okay even if everyone isn’t perfectly happy.

-struggles with disassociation and uses painting to ground herself.

-hates lettuce. specifically rapunzel lettuce. i think i’m funny.

-was the officiator at stan and pete’s wedding. was crying so hard with joy that she could barely get the words out. she thinks weddings are the most beautiful thing on earth when nobody is suffering from spider venom or being forced into a marriage.

-has scared several members of nobility, and scares pretty much everyone, when she gets angry. (this is practically canon.)

so weird when your brain just switches hyperfixations for a second. one moment you look at blorbo and are incandescent with joy. then you pick up other blorbo and the first doesn’t look so shiny. and then you are a monster.

fanfic writers are so fucking awesome man. they write novel length fics that are sometimes even better than some published bestselling books written by professional writers. like fanfic writers are professional writers to me and they gift us their masterpieces for free. they give us something we can look forward to after a long day. something from which we can seek comfort when life is hard. something that can be our own little getaway. in a world of capitalism, despite everything, they give us all of these for free. like holy fuck. shout out to every fanfic writer. I wish all fanfic writers a very ‘I love you with all my heart and soul. I thank you from the bottom of my heart’

“i want varian to voluntarily disclose his past villainy” “i want varian’s old enemies to come back and forcibly reveal it” i want varian to explain his past crimes while doing really bad impressions of people like in episode 1

“so then rapunzel was all, ‘ooh, i’ve gotta take a PAINTING class, because that’s important’— oh, i forgot to tell you about the armed guards stationed outside my house, lemme back it up—“

FUCK YEAH!!

*LOUD THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE*

reblog if you’re a writer who’s very terrible at responding to comments from your readers, but has read them all and loves and appreciates each and every single one of them very dearly

*tired sigh* no, mabel did not create dippy fresh as a mean-spirited replacement of her brother, evidenced by the fact that 1) the prison bubble was messing with her mind and 2) she wanted the real dipper to stay there with her.

no, stan would not have actually forced mabel to marry gideon.

no, dipper was not being controlling of mabel’s life when he felt lonely because she was having sleepovers with her friends.

no, ford did not scramble fiddleford’s cube because he loved to worsen fidds’ anxiety. no, it is not a metaphor for him single-handedly ruining fiddleford’s life, and no, him joking about making an unsolvable one is not a metaphor for him wanting to tear fiddleford’s very brain apart with a pair of pliers and a lot of maniacal laughter.

you guys really need to let these characters be flawed and do bad things. (and in ford’s case, just… stop. have you never pranked someone before? is everybody on this site a patron saint?)

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

“actually, despite all their actions that prove who they are, Lying Liar McFalsehoods said this to Gullible von Naïveté, and Gullible von Naïveté believed them, so your take is bad” is a statement i read way too often on here.

today, my sister did jazz hands in my direction, but only used one hand. she half-jazzed it.