the statements "clothes don't have gender" and "clothes can and do invoke gender dysphoria and euphoria for many people" can and should coexist.
Every four months for the past three years, I have been like "i think I'm transmasc" for a week or two before coming up with some reason why I'm not. Unsurprising revelation: I am, in fact, a dude. Yay, I guess
Stanley is an absolute asshole and that's one of my favorite parts about him. Like yeah we can talk about his hidden heart of gold and whatnot, how he subtly shows his care for the kids and for his brother, but, like. He's still an asshole.
He has beef with multiple children! (Gideon and Pacifica, at the very least). And he has a reason--- defending his family--- but it's still beef with children! He regularly scams travelers out large amounts of money! He doesn't pay his employees! He insults people to their face! Even if he's doing it out of projection love, he still gives Dipper the short end of the stick, like, all the time. He opens a potentially world-ending portal just to get back his brother--- that's an asshole thing to do!
And this isn't a critique of Stan at all. But his churlish asshole nature is a beautiful part of him that makes him a really fun character. Being a good character doesn't = being a nice character. I'd even argue him becoming nicer isn't--- shouldn't be--- a requirement for his character development post canon. This is a guy who's yelling at other boaters over the radio. This is a guy who undoes your boat's drain plug 'cause you insulted his brother. Stan's a rude, penny-pinching curmudgeon that his family insists is nice deep down because he is--- to them. He don't give a shit about anyone else!
Let Stan be mean, dammit. He deserves it.
I think it would be funny if everyone collectively just didnt care to change in to their work clothes for the plot of dead apple cause imagine Chuuya fighting that big ass dragon still in his dog themed pajama pants 🐶
Eyes of the forest. Aspen trees
I just think, NM looking at his boys laid over the floor and couch with blankets and pillows and mess. They're all asleep, whatever dumb movie series they were marathoning on Netflix is paused by the "are you still watching?" Screen. They're all dead asleep.
Watching his pieced together little family, they look so peaceful. He pulls blankets over them, and turns off the TV. Then he looks at them, tucked in, resting together, some of them snuggled up together... and he cries.
What would he do without them?
beginning to feel strongly that "autistic csa kid" is its own neurotype