Billdip Rp

Dipper would be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited for this vacation. Really he had! Despite the lack of utter enthusiasm on his face as they entered yet another perfumed clothing store. Vacations were always fun, and they’d been to Portland a number of times and always had a blast. But the second day here was always spent as a shopping spree. Now he loved Mabel dearly, and his mother as well, but when it came to clothes and pretty things they tended to go overboard. Dippers father seemed to feel about the same as him on the subject, but he did a much better job to hide it.

Dipper groaned as Mabel held up another pair of pink sparkly shades and asked him if he liked them more than the last pair she got. “Ugh, Mabel you already bought like five pairs you don’t need anymore-” he started but was quickly interrupted with a “Yes but these are only three dollars, Dip! You can’t pass up prices like this, and what if I lose another pair or break one? You gotta plan ahead bro-bro!” She said, grinning from ear to ear as she turned to show there mom. Dipper had to admire her determination here, but he still wasn’t please. He had his arms folded over his chest and he scowled at a nearby rack of frilly lingerie. At least later he knew a favorite bookstore of his would be on there stopping list, so if he could just hold out for this long…

A hand on his shoulder stopped him from his thoughts and he looked up at his father, raising an eyebrow in question. “As much fun as you look like you’re having, why don’t you go on ahead down the road and we’ll catch up? I know your bookstore is a few places down and you’ll have a much better time there than I will be here.” He said, and Dipper snorted a bit at his last statement, enjoying the exasperated look on his face. “If you’re sure you can handle being alone with them while they get like this.” He said, laughing a bit as his father groaned and nodded. “Yes I’m sure- just don’t get side tracked to much on the way. We’ll come find you just keep your phone on you. Get out while you can.” He finished with a whisper, grimacing at the gaudy top his mother displayed for him and shaking his head. Dipper chuckled again and nodded, swinging on his heel and heading for the door quickly, so as not to be stopped by Mabel.

When he saw the book- that special addition in all its glory- his expression fell, eyes falling on the price and he grimaced. Geez. Well that was definitely going to put quite a dent in his savings…ahh but it was so worth it right?? Right? He sighed and fumbled in his jacket pocket for his wallet, seeing how many bills he had with him when he realized there was a distinct lack of…anything in his pockets. He checked the other one frantically, feeling a lump form in his throat as the horror set in. His wallet was gone. His wallet that held all of his money and personal information was gone- but he knew he’d had it when he walked in here! Dipper wheeled around and scanned the floor where he’d walked, seeing nothing but a couple pieces of trash before the situation dawned on him and his jaw fell open for a moment in shock.

Dipper would be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited for this vacation. Really he had! Despite the lack of utter enthusiasm on his face as they entered yet another perfumed clothing store. Vacations were always fun, and they’d been to Portland a number of times and always had a blast. But the second day here was always spent as a shopping spree. Now he loved Mabel dearly, and his mother as well, but when it came to clothes and pretty things they tended to go overboard. Dippers father seemed to feel about the same as him on the subject, but he did a much better job to hide it.

Dipper groaned as Mabel held up another pair of pink sparkly shades and asked him if he liked them more than the last pair she got. “Ugh, Mabel you already bought like five pairs you don’t need anymore-” he started but was quickly interrupted with a “Yes but these are only three dollars, Dip! You can’t pass up prices like this, and what if I lose another pair or break one? You gotta plan ahead bro-bro!” She said, grinning from ear to ear as she turned to show there mom. Dipper had to admire her determination here, but he still wasn’t please. He had his arms folded over his chest and he scowled at a nearby rack of frilly lingerie. At least later he knew a favorite bookstore of his would be on there stopping list, so if he could just hold out for this long…

A hand on his shoulder stopped him from his thoughts and he looked up at his father, raising an eyebrow in question. “As much fun as you look like you’re having, why don’t you go on ahead down the road and we’ll catch up? I know your bookstore is a few places down and you’ll have a much better time there than I will be here.” He said, and Dipper snorted a bit at his last statement, enjoying the exasperated look on his face. “If you’re sure you can handle being alone with them while they get like this.” He said, laughing a bit as his father groaned and nodded. “Yes I’m sure- just don’t get side tracked to much on the way. We’ll come find you just keep your phone on you. Get out while you can.” He finished with a whisper, grimacing at the gaudy top his mother displayed for him and shaking his head. Dipper chuckled again and nodded, swinging on his heel and heading for the door quickly, so as not to be stopped by Mabel.

When he saw the book- that special addition in all its glory- his expression fell, eyes falling on the price and he grimaced. Geez. Well that was definitely going to put quite a dent in his savings…ahh but it was so worth it right?? Right? He sighed and fumbled in his jacket pocket for his wallet, seeing how many bills he had with him when he realized there was a distinct lack of…anything in his pockets. He checked the other one frantically, feeling a lump form in his throat as the horror set in. His wallet was gone. His wallet that held all of his money and personal information was gone- but he knew he’d had it when he walked in here! Dipper wheeled around and scanned the floor where he’d walked, seeing nothing but a couple pieces of trash before the situation dawned on him and his jaw fell open for a moment in shock.

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Dipper would be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited for this vacation. Really he had! Despite the lack of utter enthusiasm on his face as they entered yet another perfumed clothing store. Vacations were always fun, and they’d been to Portland a number of times and always had a blast. But the second day here was always spent as a shopping spree. Now he loved Mabel dearly, and his mother as well, but when it came to clothes and pretty things they tended to go overboard. Dippers father seemed to feel about the same as him on the subject, but he did a much better job to hide it.

Dipper groaned as Mabel held up another pair of pink sparkly shades and asked him if he liked them more than the last pair she got. “Ugh, Mabel you already bought like five pairs you don’t need anymore-” he started but was quickly interrupted with a “Yes but these are only three dollars, Dip! You can’t pass up prices like this, and what if I lose another pair or break one? You gotta plan ahead bro-bro!” She said, grinning from ear to ear as she turned to show there mom. Dipper had to admire her determination here, but he still wasn’t please. He had his arms folded over his chest and he scowled at a nearby rack of frilly lingerie. At least later he knew a favorite bookstore of his would be on there stopping list, so if he could just hold out for this long…

A hand on his shoulder stopped him from his thoughts and he looked up at his father, raising an eyebrow in question. “As much fun as you look like you’re having, why don’t you go on ahead down the road and we’ll catch up? I know your bookstore is a few places down and you’ll have a much better time there than I will be here.” He said, and Dipper snorted a bit at his last statement, enjoying the exasperated look on his face. “If you’re sure you can handle being alone with them while they get like this.” He said, laughing a bit as his father groaned and nodded. “Yes I’m sure- just don’t get side tracked to much on the way. We’ll come find you just keep your phone on you. Get out while you can.” He finished with a whisper, grimacing at the gaudy top his mother displayed for him and shaking his head. Dipper chuckled again and nodded, swinging on his heel and heading for the door quickly, so as not to be stopped by Mabel.

When he saw the book- that special addition in all its glory- his expression fell, eyes falling on the price and he grimaced. Geez. Well that was definitely going to put quite a dent in his savings…ahh but it was so worth it right?? Right? He sighed and fumbled in his jacket pocket for his wallet, seeing how many bills he had with him when he realized there was a distinct lack of…anything in his pockets. He checked the other one frantically, feeling a lump form in his throat as the horror set in. His wallet was gone. His wallet that held all of his money and personal information was gone- but he knew he’d had it when he walked in here! Dipper wheeled around and scanned the floor where he’d walked, seeing nothing but a couple pieces of trash before the situation dawned on him and his jaw fell open for a moment in shock.

Dipper would be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited for this vacation. Really he had! Despite the lack of utter enthusiasm on his face as they entered yet another perfumed clothing store. Vacations were always fun, and they’d been to Portland a number of times and always had a blast. But the second day here was always spent as a shopping spree. Now he loved Mabel dearly, and his mother as well, but when it came to clothes and pretty things they tended to go overboard. Dippers father seemed to feel about the same as him on the subject, but he did a much better job to hide it.

Dipper groaned as Mabel held up another pair of pink sparkly shades and asked him if he liked them more than the last pair she got. “Ugh, Mabel you already bought like five pairs you don’t need anymore-” he started but was quickly interrupted with a “Yes but these are only three dollars, Dip! You can’t pass up prices like this, and what if I lose another pair or break one? You gotta plan ahead bro-bro!” She said, grinning from ear to ear as she turned to show there mom. Dipper had to admire her determination here, but he still wasn’t please. He had his arms folded over his chest and he scowled at a nearby rack of frilly lingerie. At least later he knew a favorite bookstore of his would be on there stopping list, so if he could just hold out for this long…

A hand on his shoulder stopped him from his thoughts and he looked up at his father, raising an eyebrow in question. “As much fun as you look like you’re having, why don’t you go on ahead down the road and we’ll catch up? I know your bookstore is a few places down and you’ll have a much better time there than I will be here.” He said, and Dipper snorted a bit at his last statement, enjoying the exasperated look on his face. “If you’re sure you can handle being alone with them while they get like this.” He said, laughing a bit as his father groaned and nodded. “Yes I’m sure- just don’t get side tracked to much on the way. We’ll come find you just keep your phone on you. Get out while you can.” He finished with a whisper, grimacing at the gaudy top his mother displayed for him and shaking his head. Dipper chuckled again and nodded, swinging on his heel and heading for the door quickly, so as not to be stopped by Mabel.

When he saw the book- that special addition in all its glory- his expression fell, eyes falling on the price and he grimaced. Geez. Well that was definitely going to put quite a dent in his savings…ahh but it was so worth it right?? Right? He sighed and fumbled in his jacket pocket for his wallet, seeing how many bills he had with him when he realized there was a distinct lack of…anything in his pockets. He checked the other one frantically, feeling a lump form in his throat as the horror set in. His wallet was gone. His wallet that held all of his money and personal information was gone- but he knew he’d had it when he walked in here! Dipper wheeled around and scanned the floor where he’d walked, seeing nothing but a couple pieces of trash before the situation dawned on him and his jaw fell open for a moment in shock.

I don’t know if this post has been made yet but I just want to warn everybody that if someone stops you in a parking lot and asks you if you’re interested in some perfume and hands you a paper to smell, PLEASE DON’T SMELL IT.

i repeat, DON’T SMELL IT.

If you wish to take part in any fandom, you need to accept and respect these three laws.

If you aren’t able to do that, then you need to realise that your actions are making fandom unsafe for creators. That you are stifling creativity.

Like vaccination, fandom only works if everyone respects these rules. Creators need to be free to make their fanart, fanfics and all other content without fear of being harassed or concern-trolled for their creative choices, no matter whether you happen to like that content or not.

The First Law of Fandom

Don’t Like; Don’t Read (DL;DR)

It is up to you what you see online. It is not anyone else’s place to tell you what you should or should not consume in terms of content; it is not up to anyone else to police the internet so that you do not see things you do not like. At the same time, it is not up to YOU to police fandom to protect yourself or anyone else, real or hypothetical.

There are tools out there to help protect you if you have triggers or squicks. Learn to use them, and to take care of your own mental health. If you are consuming fan-made content and you find that you are disliking it - STOP.

The Second Law of Fandom

Your Kink Is Not My Kink (YKINMK)

Simply put, this means that everyone likes different things. It’s not up to you to determine what creators are allowed to create. It’s not up to you to police fandom. 

If you don’t like something, you can post meta about it or create contrarian content yourself, seek to convert other fans to your way of thinking.  

But you have no right to say to any creator “I do not like this, therefore you should not create it. Nobody should like this. It should not exist.”

It’s not up to you to decide what other people are allowed to like or not like, to create or not to create. That’s censorship. Don’t do it.

The Third Law of Fandom

Ship And Let Ship (SALS)

Much (though not all) fandom is about shipping. There are as many possible ships as there are fans, maybe more. You may have an OTP (One True Pairing), you may have a NOTP, that pairing that makes you want to barf at the very thought of its existence.

It’s not up to you to police ships or to determine what other people are allowed to ship. Just because you find that one particular ship problematic or disgusting, does not mean that other people are not allowed to explore its possibilities in their fanworks.

You are free to create contrarian content, to write meta about why a particular ship is repulsive, to discuss it endlessly on your private blog with like-minded persons.

It is not appropriate to harass creators about their ships, it is not appropriate to demand they do not create any more fanworks about those ships, or that they create fanwork only in a manner that you deem appropriate.

These three laws add up to the following:

You are not paying for fanworks content, and you have no rights to it other than to choose to consume it, or not consume it. If you do choose to consume it, do not then attack the creator if it wasn’t to your taste. That’s the height of bad manners.