Dodges the heat that other shows of its time get for pioneering and popularizing lore in cartoons
Dodges the heat that other shows of its time get for pioneering and popularizing lore in cartoons
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Lor.
It didn't popularize lore in cartoons it just didn't sacrifice story for menial episodes. For example, Steven Universe would dump a whole bunch of lore and when you think they're gonna explain it they immediately show two episodes of townie shit and a side character that isn't relevant talking about their feelings before going on a 2 year hiatus.
Dipper, he's the mystery solver
Ghosts fear him
Dudes wanna be him
Girls are warming up to him generally
Season 2 had too many filler episodes though. I would have rather gotten more build up towards Bill/Weirdmaggedon, or maybe even another minor villain on the way to that, than episodes like The Golf War of Roadside Attraction
Dudes wanna be him
nope
Agreed
What a little bitch Dipper is
Dipper is going to gain a humiliation fetish being forced to do shit like this
Ha
When “people” talk about “cartoon lore” you should interpret that is “time wasting garbage for manchildren”.
You should stop being a faggot
mass media disseminated overt young white man demoralization messaging
What happens after they've been demoralized?
They become Anon Babble posters
projecting your inner world onto me
Nice try fag
Break them down, then build them back up
How would you describe Dipper's personality?
True
Dippers still cooler than you
Dipper is cool.
I want to be like him.
You're damn right you do
You forgot log girl
popularizing lore in cartoons
GI Joe and Transformers did that in the 80s, and plenty of other cartoons did that before they did.
Idk, some of the lore was good. Remember when...
It was a warm, July afternoon in Gravity Falls. Dipper was walking home when he noticed the girl he obsessed over leaving the Mystery shack, thankful that her shift was finally over. Dipper couldn't help but notice the dark ring of sweat forming under Wendy's bra line which made breasts seem more prominent than usual. The heat was serving to exacerbate his budding sexual desires for the crimson haired object of his and lust. "I wonder if its true what they say? That he heat makes girls more...amorous than usual?" He thought to himself. "C'mon Dipper, say something to impress her, maybe about how many pushups you did yesterday! Girls like that sorth of thing ri....." his inner monolouge was cut short when to his surprise Wendy walked over to him.
She turned him around, grabbing him over the shoulders in a light playful chokehold as she gave him a nuggie. "Sup Dip-dawg?" She asked. "OH...UH...hey Wendy, just, you know headed headed home to record some some runes I took pictures of today in the woods! Hehe, Whats up with you?"
Wendy seemed not to notice his question. He turned his head to look up at hers when he noticed she was staring down infront of him. "Hey, what's that?" She asked.
"whats what?" he responded looking down. Suddenly he saw the object of her attention. The small bulge in his cargo shorts gave away his feelings for her.
He quickly tried to pull away to explain himself but Wendy's lythe arms pulled him back closer to her. "OH, I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T!..." He lost track of thought as he felt both her arms rearange themselves over his shoulders while her soft face pressed up against his.
"Dipper! Is this why your so nervous around me?" She giggled and ran her hand down the front of his shirt, pressing againts his pants just beside his throbbing erection, just short of touching it.
Dipper began shaking nervously. His face turned red as his eyes opened wider than they ever had. He felt her soft breath in his ear as she whispered to him.
"You know, there's things we could do to take care of this" She said softly. Dipper felt his heart stop. He responded in a nervous, broken tone.
"W...WE?" She then spun him around to face him . "Y..YEA WE!" She mocked him, the smiled as she looked into his eyes. "Tell me dipper. Have you ever had a blowjob?"
Dipper was too shocked to respond. Wendy giggled again and pulled him close to wisper into his ear again.
"Meet me at the old oak tree behind Mahr's cemetary in half an hour, and all suck you off."
Dipper swore he felt his heart drop into his stomach.
You should "kill" "yourself"
Half an hour later Dipper walked though the gravestones to meet Wendy behind the old oak tree. He was more excited than he had ever been.
"HEY WENDY......i'm.. um here" Unable to control the volume of his voice and shaking with excitement, he began breathing heavily while Wendy silently approached him and knelt down on both knees. "excited?" She asked, grabbing hold the wasteline of his shorts.
"OH GOD, YES! HERE IT COMES!" He thought to himself. Shen then pulled a handkerchief out of her chevage and handed it to him. "Here, sorry but i don't like being seen when I do this sort of thing" He was too excited to question it and quickly tied it around his eyes. He felt his underwear being pulled down as his erection popped out. "FINALLY!" he thought.
Then he felt a sharp, stabbing pain on the tip of his dick. He screamed at the top of his lungs and fell backward into a bush. Ripping the cloth from around his eyes he saw that it was all a cruel prank. Wendy and Soos stood a few feet away laughing at him. Looking down he saw a large mouse trap clamped onto the tip of his still erect 12yo penis. He tried desperately to pull it off but it seemed tighter than a bear trap. He ran off crying into the woods
Dipper was furious. Rage and frustration ran though his blood while pain shot through his now bloodied member.
"FUCK, FUCK FUCK!" He screamed in the privacy of his room. He didn't care if the entire house heard him. He was in the grip of a fury he'd never imagined possible. From the heights of expectation and ecstasy to the bottom of hell. All in a few moments his dream became his nightmare. How could she do this? How could she be so cruel? The humiliation was bad enough but it took all his strength to remove the industrial sized rat trap from his sore, bloody member.
"GODDAMN THAT RED HEADED BITCH! i'LL FUCKING MAKE HER PAY. I'LL MAKE EVERYONE PAY!" The beguiled boy walked toward his bed and pulled out a large black case from underneath. Opening it with blood-soaked hands he retrieved the object that would grand him his vengeance. He held a fully loaded AR15, ready to drag his cruel tormentor down into hell with him.
Later, Ford would show Dipper a faded, creased photo of himself crying like a baby at 12 with a mousetrap on his equally tiny cock, and launch into one of his homilies about the destiny of Pines men to suffer.
I think he means mysteries
But first, a grumbling in his empty stomach told him it was time for a side trip to Taco Bell.
"SO COME ON DOWN TO THE MYSTERY SHACK AND BUY YOURSELF YOUR VERY OWN "MYSTER SHACK" BRAND INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH RAT TRAP! STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK A CHIUAUA'S NECK AND GURANTEED TO WORK OR YOUR MONEY BACK!" Stan was ecstatic to be advertising his new product on local television. He was sure this was finally the thing he needed to pay off his fines with enough left over for a trip to Thailand a week in the warm embrace of ten year old prostitutes as he delved back into his cocaine habbit. "SHOW EM' THE GOODS WENDY!" He shouted at the camera. The non-union cameraman quickly turned to Stan's favorite eye candy who was clad in a tight, scarlet dress. Wendy was laying on the floor with an assortment of mouse traps in front of her. The very same model she'd used to humiliate Stan's nephew only 2 hours before
Something like the clap of thunder erupted outside the mystery shack, causing everyone inside to jump out of shock and Soose to loosen his bowels into the cheaply made rat costume his Abuela had sewn together for his commercial debut. The door was suddenly kicked in by small, sneaker-clad feet. Dipper was ready to bring hell into this once safe and docile escape from the outside world
The angry boy ran into the room, shooting his weapon randomly into the air. One of the rounds hit Soos in the shoulder, causing him to pass out from both pain and shock. Stan's instincts kicked in as he quickly ran towards the opposite side of the room where he jumped through the glass Payne of a window. Wendy was too shocked to move. Her eyes grew wide as she struggled to comprehend the bedlam that erupted around her.
Dipper cried out in fury as she turned towards the object of his bloodthirst. Wendy quivered, barely able to hold herself up on both knees. She saw the once lovable, quirky boy she loved to mess with transform into the very picture of Satan himself. He stopped a few feat infront of her.
As her eyes teared up in fear she looked down in shame she lost controll of her bladder and felt a warmth run down her legs. "hey......D...Dipper"
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP YOU LITTLE BITCH! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ONE FUCKING WORD FROM YOU!" Dippers voice rang out. Wendy drew back and began to shiver uncontrollably.
Wendy looked down at the floor, afraid to move or speak. She had never been this afraid in her life. Not when she played Russian Roulette with Robby's dad's 22 revolver to show how tough she was, not when her father undressed her and forced his fingers into her at the tender age of 8, not even when she tried psychedelic mushrooms and had a bad trip last at last years 4th of july cookout.
She was sure she was going to die, then one last desperate stratagey ran through her mind. Looking up at Dipper with tear-filled eyes she spoke.
"I'M SORRY DIPPER, I SWEAR TO GOD I'M FUCKING SORRY. I SWEAR TO GOD IT WASN'T EVEN MY IDEA, IT WAS SOOS, HE SAID THAT..." She was cut off
"BULLSHIT! FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU FUCKING BITCH! GET READY TO DIE WENDY, GET READY TO FUCKING DIE AND BURN IN HELL!" He screamed.
"I'LL DO IT FOR REAL THIS TIME! SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SUCK YOUR DICK! I'LL DO IT RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! PLEEEEEEASE! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!"
Wendy closed her eyes, praying her last gambit would save her life. She felt her would be killer's hand grip her dress and pull her face close to his. Dipper voice was raspy from screaming as he spoke to her.
"This...had....better....be...FUCKING EPIC!"
She didn't know where the urge came from. She didn't know how she mustered up one last ounce of desperate bravery, but one single though came to the young woman's mind in the face of certain death. It was like the very spirit of Anon Babble itself spoke to her through some unseen, mystical channel. It spoke and it said "TROLL HARD, OR GO HOME"
As her would be killer unzipped his pants, she reached behind her. She had one of the mousetraps stuck into the lining of her silken, victoria's secret panties. She had planned to pull the same prank on Stan later that evening, but now plans had changed.
With the power of over 9000 trolls she quickly pulled out the device and slapped it into the underside of Dippers penis, triggering the mechanism that caused it to snap back onto his already injured phallus.
Dipper screamed and jumped backward loosening his grip on the gun. Wendy had done it, she had trolled death itself.
Suddenly an orange fist seemed to come out of nowhere. It struck Dipper in the face, knocking him unconscious immediately.
Wendy clasped her hands together in relief as she looked up towards her savior.....He stood there in his republican glory as the sun seemed to emanate from his glorious blonde hair.
Donald Trump had come to to gravity falls to invest in Stan's new product, and not a minute to late. Wendy grasped his leg with a mixture of lust and gratefulness. The Don had truly made Gravity Falls Great Again.
THE END
no, no! NO!
Dodges the heat
Did it really? All I see is constant shitting on Hirsch here
This show kind of dropped the ball with pacing its thread levels poorly. They introduced an interdimensional reality-altering deity-like entity in like what, the second episode? It's hard to get excited about a bigfoot or whatever after that.
Hot glue scented candle gift for sister
Talk about giving a little bit of yourself
I hate when the coomer fanart draws him as some dumpy post-pubertal greaseball with a dirty beard and leghair
It's better when he's just Alex
That’s not saying much