This.

This happened at least once

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

please stop writing "viscous" when you mean "vicious", it produces the weirdest mental images ever

well okay

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

happy pride to t4t with different transition goals

*places an orange just outside a fairy ring to see what comes out* science is more of an art than a science

Okay, I'm doing this anonymously because I'm being a bit vulnerable here, but I really want to tell you how much I love your fics.

I have two older siblings, but I only have a good relationship with one. The other is someone I don't talk to and haven't talked to for years. It's a long and complicated story that I'm not going to dump on you, but the main gist is that we have a terrible relationship, and I know we are never going to have a good relationship, no matter how much I try or have tried.

I've mostly healed from this and accepted that sometimes relationships don't go how you want them to, but still, when I get sad, I read about my favorite doomed siblings making up and having a good, or sad, time depending on my mood.

For the past several months my favorite sibling duo has been Stan and Ford. Reading your fics has really hurt in a way that was really healing for me because I felt the care between them and the love and passion both between Stan and Ford, and between you and you're writing.

Even though my sibling isn't dead, I can recognize and relate to the kind of grief of losing a sibling, alive or not, and the disconnect from someone who you were never supposed to be so disconnected from/

My situation is much different from Stan and Ford's, both in the show and in your fics, but even so, there's something about your writing that makes it all feel a little kinder, even when it isn't.

There is a care between Ford and Stan that you portray so well, that I know me and my sister lack, but being able to read and share in that is still incredibly healing.

The ultimate point is that, even though I don't get sad about it often, it still hurts, and reading your works made it hurt just a little less. Or more like, hurt in a different way—a better way, I guess. So, thank you for writing, and I hope to read whatever else you make.

I'm sorry if this was too much. I didn't mean to be so heavy, and you can totally ignore this if you wish. I just wanted to say my piece, lol.

Okay Anon. I want to thank you, very sincerely for this.

Grief, and the inherent, human nature of missing someone, is something that spurs in a lot of my writing. I think that might be why I've stuck around Gravity Falls for so long, but I digress. That simple and yet so complicated emotion of wanting someone, alive or dead, to still be around.

I lost people when I was growing up. Good people, too early, and the grief doesn't leave. It's an anchor, and it's incredibly heavy. But I've found, that every once in a while, when you're on your own two feet and grounded, it's good to pick up that anchor again.

It's good to stand and see how it feels in your arms, that pulling gravity of grief, because then you can get better acquainted with it. You don't get used to it. You never get used to the heaviness of it, but if you learn how to pick it up and hold it, it makes it so the weight doesn't pull you all the way down.

And that's what I like to do with my writing, at least in the sense of grief. Abandon My Eulogy is a story about grief. It's a story where I get to pick up and feel the weight, write it out some, to test the water.

But I'll tell you a secret.

It's a story that I'm writing. And this time, in this universe, in this world, the grief doesn't win. Death doesn't win. Missing your sibling and never talking to them again, doesn't win.

Because this story was always going to have a happy ending. There was never a moment, writing this, that I wasn't absolutely positively sure that eventually everything would be okay. Because that's the kind of stories I write.

And I think it shows, just a little. The care that underlines everything isn't because I'm necessarily all that good at writing, or because I know the characters inside and out, but because while writing, I always remember how the weight of grief feels, and with every word I type for that story, underneath it, I'm also writing Not This Time.

I am so, deeply satisfied that this story has helped you. I'm so proud, and so happy that this story acts for other people the way it does for me, in a way that underlines the best part of things. That we keep going, and that things get better. Because they do.

I'm writing the ending to this fic, and while it's a little sad to finish Abandon My Eulogy, I know that putting it down will put the last rock into place, and fit the whole thing together. I'm excited to share.

Thank you.