#belledpuppet

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

Dipper was exhausted, which is probably why he shouldn’t have taken up Pacifica’s offer to hang out, but he was only going to be in Gravity Falls for the weekend. So his time was limited. 

tbh makes a double promo for us on my stiles

One, two, three deep breaths, three swipes of his fingers through his hair, three different applications of hair care product to keep his hair that way, perfect. Three spritzes of cologne. The checks in the mirror, and three white roses wrapped in pink ribbon, dethorned, nestled in a little floral themed tissue paper cone.

Three stop signs, and Dipper was there.  He liked to think that the instance of multiples of threes was a good sign, so as he shifted the car into park, he double checked the mirror. Scowled at the white that was already beginning to peek through the hair dye, and got out of the car.

He couldn't keep Pacifica waiting any longer, he'd already found himself a few minutes late thanks to Mabel's miniature hissy about his excitement, but how could he keep himself away? As much as Mabel teased and prodded and ridiculed this girl-- She was fantastic. Her style was quaint, your heart was pure, and boy was she beautiful, with lips that looked like heaven. And maybe if he played his cards right, he would be able to coax more than a date out of her.

Maybe even a kiss. Or dare he imagine, hand holding.

Straightening himself out once he was at the door to the Northwest home, the teen drew in three more calming breaths and braced himself, knocking three more times.  A small count and it opened up, Dipper looked up into the face of Pacifica's father. Witha  brief exchange, he was calling for Pacifica, and Dipper's heart was thumping heavy in his chest.