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Welp, it's anniversary

Luisa kin bingo

Credits on template (Founded on pinterest, I can't find tumblr user with the same nickname)

Also, I've got a bingo!

The whole fun gang are aroaces

Because I said so

I fucking hate the fact that tag "No incest" existing. Because there's people who would actually think that father hugging his daughter means more than simple family love.

Personal opinion: "Mirabel didn't get a gift BECAUSE she's the future candle holder" theory ruins the movie whole point

So, this theory is pretty popular, but I strongly dislike it. Because, yes, Mirabel was portrayed as the outcast of the family for years, then the house is fall apart and river scene happened. And it showed to us how much Abuela actually suffered. She admitted that she was too strict and valued her family mostly for their gifts, forgetting of what was really important. Then Mirabel assured her that everything okay and everyone is coming home. And All of you is happening. A song where Mirabel saying to Luisa that she is more than just super strong person, song where Abuela confirmed that "The miracle is not some magic that you've got. The miracle is you, all of you"

And it's basically the point of the Encanto. They are special because they are family, not because of being able to hear a pin drop or grow the flowers. Magic's condition depended on family relationships. House stared to cracking for the first time when Mirabel felt like an outcaster. Cracks started to disappear when Mirabel and Isabela became close again, and house was broken when argument happened. Magic's condition depended on family's relationships with each other, which clearly shows that Madrigals were the miracle themselves, not candle or Casita, only them.

And Mirabel's getting a gift in any way just ruins it for me. She is special because she's part of the Madrigals, she was the miracle like everyone else in this family.

I have no problems with Mirabel being the future familyhead, I actually think that she would fit in this role better than anyone else. NOT because of not having a gift, but because of how she managed to unite her family.

Nothing at all

Mabel was worried that her lack of attraction to others was abnormal. Turns out that she wasn't the only one.

Ford and Mabel talking in the night. And a couple of months later she called him to tell about something.

According to clock it was about 3 AM. Pretty much, it was time when kid supposed to sleep, instead of lying on the table in the kitchen.

Ford said the same as he saw Mabel in the kitchen. She didn't answer just sadly looked away.

“Something happened?” Her gruncle asked worriedly as he pushed back his chair and sat next to her.

“I think there's something wrong with me.” Mabel whispered almost unhearable.

Ford's eyes widened. “Who said you so, pumkin?” He slighty pat her spine. “You are perfect.”

“Girls supposed to love boys. Romantically, I mean.” She kept resting her chin on her shoulders.

Stanford frowned. “As I heard from Dipper and Stan, You've got a pretty big amount of crushes during this summer.”

He shuddered as Mable whimpered. She rubbed her eyes with a sweater sleeve. “W-well... I don't actually... love them?” Mable hited table with fists and kept talking before gruncle Ford could actually explain something. “Others just keep told me that falling in love is the best thing that could happen to girl. So I thought that... maybe...” She whimpered again. Ford moved the chair closer and pressed Mabel to his chest. “If I choose a cute boy and keep told myself that I have crush on him, I might actually do it.”

Ford's sweater started to be wet from Mabel's tears. “... And it never worked.” He continiued as his great niece wasn't able to say anything. Sobbing stopped for a moment as Mabel looked up to Ford, eyes still filled with tears. “I know how it feels.”

Saying it out loud felt strange. Ford never told anybody about this problem, he just forgot about it when he graduated from college. But back then he was trying to feel anything. He even stole dad's magazine with naked girls thinking that he would find them actually attractive. And they looked nice. But it was nice in a way like nice scenery. Nothing like doing that strange stuff that adults liked to do. At least, by Stan's words.

“You tried to fall in love?” Mabel asked unsurely.

“Well.” Ford shrugged. “Not really. I actually wanted to love girls, even so I never find them attractive. But I never tried to fall in love on purpose. But, honestly, my only love is anomalies”

Mabel giggled. “Then my true love is sequins.” Her eyes were still wet, but voice became a bit funnier.

“Becides” Ford added patting Mabel's head. “You already love many people.” A little smile appeared on his face. “You love your brother, you love Soos and Wendy with her friends. You love your family and friends. And who said that love supposed to be romantic?”

Mabel laughed. Now the fact that she cried a couple of minutes ago was unbelivable, Ford scratched the back of my head thinking how his great niece was able to change her mood so soon.

“Are you feeling better right now?” Ford asked putting a hand on her shoulder. Mabel gave him a fast nod. “I suppose it's time for somebody to go to sleep. It's past you bedtime.” He smiled.

Mabel crossed her arms resentfully. “Then you will go to sleep to.” She said firmly. “You look like you haven't sleep for days.”

“I have work.” Stanford explained as he stood up and extended his hand to Mabel to help.

Mabel shook her head. “I won't go to sleep unless you will do the same.” She turned away amd closed her eyes.

Ford let out a sigh. With this face expression Mabel looked really simulare to Shermy when he was angry. On other hand, she was his granddaughter, so it probably was a genetic stuff. “Okay, I'll try to sleep a couple of hours.” He wasn't in mood for argument. Becides, a little part of his mind actually understood that he needs some sleep. And as much as Ford hated this thought, it still was true.

Mabel threw her hands up in the air with a victorious facial expression.  She jumped off the chair. “You better to sleep well!” She puted her hand on her hips.

Ford nodded as both of them get out of this room.

****

When Mabel called him, Ford was really suprised. Usually, Mabel always talked eighter to Stanley or to both of them. Still, she always made a phone calls to Stan's number. So at the first moment Ford thoughed that his niece just called by mistake.

“No, no, no!” Mabel assured him. It was pretty suprising. Between both couples of twins there wasn't really need to say that Mabel has closed bond with Stanley, when Dipper were more close to Stanford. “Grunkle Ford, do you remember our conversation?”

Ford scratched his head. “Which one?”

“About love!” Mabel's tone was so light that Ford decided that she actually fall in love for real. “And how both of us bever actually had romantic feelings to anyone?”

Ford nodded weakly, even so it was useless because Mabel couldn't see him. “Well, yes.”

“I find out that it actually was a thing!” She screamed happily. “It's called being aromantic!” Her words began to blend together as she clattered into the phone. “It's like when you don't feel, or feel very little amount of romantic attraction, regarless of people gender. And there's many people like this!”

She kept talking for a while before her energy went down.

“Aromantic.” Ford whispered a word that he just heard, just like he was trying to taste it. He heard about it once or twice, but he never actually thought about this. Mostly because back in Twentieth Century there wasn't much of information about non-hetero relationships. Becides, when Ford was too busy with all of these anomalies in Gravity Falls to think about this. And before he went to this town, he kept telling himself that he just haven't found the right person yet.

According to the fact that he was over sixty years old, there's probably wasn't a right person, actually.

Ford fell on his bed. Or on his brother's bed, since Ford slept on the second floor. His head was full of thoughts. He whispered this word once again. Like if it was a Lifebuoy. A little part of him, that he never understood suddenly started to make the way more sence now. This word felt like something, that Stanford really belonged to. Like a little part of him that he never realized. It just... felt right. And that's all that was matter.