Why Don’t We All Just Be Delulu And Become The Production Department For Season 3 Ourselves? 😭😭😭

Dammit Stone, those things have cameras!

A sort of part two to this post

Even anteaters have fun...

bath time :]

part two!!

(and also youre too young for her but you just cant get that one to stick in your brain, can ya?)

hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity

Something something about love something about denial something about uchihan gods and religion headcanons something about the weight on Madaras shoulders and about his intrinsic belief to never know peace.

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.

yo dudes so i'm currently making a tma book for my friend!

it's basically the tma wiki but in book form :)

(highly inspired by what pricklypearviking on reddit did just much less cool)

current status: i run out of printer toner and im in pain so decided to share this to pass the time

Idk where this idea comes from in my head, but it’s here so I’m sharing it with you.

Stan is turned into a dinosaur instead of a cat and ends up at Gravity Falls for reasons I’m unsure of. Either because he knows Ford is there or just Gravity Falls’s natural weirdness magnet. Either way, Ford finds this unusually friendly dinosaur and decides, hey, why not!

Of course he decides to call his friend Fiddleford over to see this marvel, who then brings his whole family along.

Emma-May is having a jolly time, Tate now has a dinosaur friend due to Stan being biologically incapable of not becoming a child’s uncle-figure, and Fiddleford remains the only sane one around.

Stan is trying to tell Ford that hey, he’s actually a human! While Ford is living his chosen one dreams by being the only one his dinosaur pal likes to interact with (except for Tate, everyone likes Tate.)

Fiddleford, the only sane one here, is trying to tell Ford that he cannot keep the dinosaur who actually is not friendly in his backyard, while Ford stubbornly ignores him, already planning the backyard renovations required for a forever Dino pet.

Thank you for sharing! I love all the fun Stan transformation ideas people come up with.

The question becomes, what kind of dinosaur is Stan? Not something huge, or he'd get got by something before making it to Gravity Falls (im thinking weirdness magnetism, as there's no way Stan would know Ford could help) but distinctly dinosaur enough he can't get mistaken for anything else.

Humor tells me velociraptor, as now Fiddleford is watching in horror as Ford gets very friendly with a huge carnivorous wild animal and acting like its his little buddy, while the thing tears into hunks of meat and lets his tiny son climb all over it. Turns to Emma-May for help, but shes too busy drooling over the very real live specimen in front of her.

Ford's main character syndrome strikes again, as he is very determined to keep this dinosaur, as they have a ~Special~ bond. It listens to him and seems to understand him and he loves it!! Look at this face Fiddleford! Is this the face of a wild beast!

(Stan bares his teeth at Fiddleford, and the man backpedals so fast he leaves a trail of dust behind)

Emma-May also thinks Ford should keep the dinosaur. And let her clone it. And if he could distract it, so she could touch it?

Both of them are utterly devastated when its revealed to be Stan. Truly something up there must hate them to crush their dreams. Tate doesnt care. Tate got to ride on a real life dino, regardless if it used to be a man or not.