Tag: pinecest

chillguydraws:

toongrowner:

Dipper x Pacifica or Wendy or Mabel… actually I like all 3 of these
shippings, but the way I imagine them going, they can’t work at the same
time/ universe (well except Pacifica goes for Dipper and Mabel, to have
“the set complete”
). So I’m sometimes not sure which of these I should focus more on…
but yeah, pinecest seems the more thrilling for me so far.

And if you are wondering why I ship Dipper and Mabel, well let this be my answer:
toongrowner.deviantart.com/art…

And
for the people wondering where Candy is. I dunno, I don’t think she
fits to Dipper, they don’t work together in my opinion, and this one
episode with the spider woman just proofed my thought. Also I don’t
think they should be shipped, only because Candy is one of Mabels
friends. Seems not right and kinda lazy.

Decisions. Decisions.

pineneedleshurt:

Sweet. Warm. Tender.

Their lips gradually pull apart with a soft smack.

A thrill shoots up Dipper’s spine as the warmth of her breath bathes over his mouth in a silent gasp. It tingles his skin, even as Mabel takes a small step back. Dipper opens his eyes just seconds before Mabel, watching her eyelids flutter as if she’s awakening from a pleasant dream. Dark doe eyes then gaze up at him in wonder. His heart skips a beat. Her rosebud mouth is still slightly puckered and agape. Her cheeks are blushing a deep red that match his own. A smile curls his lips because, wow, that kiss was…

“Poop.”

Wait. What?

Dipper blinks. “Poop?”

“Yeah, Dip. Like, poop, I was kinda hoping that would be bad,” Mabel laughs, leaning forward to wag her finger accusingly in her brother’s face. “You were suppose to slobber all over me like a dork, and your peach fuzz was suppose to be scratchy! It was suppose to be weird and awk, bro!”

“Uh, sorry to disappoint?” Dipper chuckles, brow raised at her antics, her finger now tapping the tip of his nose. He grabs the offending hand, tugging Mabel so she’s flushed against him. She beams at him and it shoots him straight in the chest. “Could’ve just been a fluke? Maybe we…I mean, we should try again, right?”

Mabel nods, fingers curling in his shirt as she rises on her tiptoes to press their lips together for a second kiss.