The Tight Writing In Gravity Falls Just Gets Crazier And Crazier Because Alex Hirsch In The Director’s

STANLEY PINES IS NOT DUMB. Stanley. Pines. Is. NOT. Dumb.

Listen to me; during the portal era, after Ford had been pushed in, Stanley fixed it. By himself. He had 1. ONE. Journal almost the entire time he was working on it. He didn’t know how to decipher the messages, he didn’t know about the blacklight messages. He had to learn insanely advanced and difficult math by TEACHING HIMSELF. He had to learn such advanced mathematics and other things by himself. Keep in mind, he cheated off of Ford in school. He was without the other two journals for thirty years. He rebuilt the portal by himself, with one journal, and no other knowledge on how to build it. He taught himself everything. He had it mostly finished before he got the two other journals. He is a fucking genius and no one can tell me otherwise.

Stanley Pines gets his body turned back to his younger self except it just so happens to be the same exact time frame as when he:

- got a kidney stolen

- was chewing his way out of a trunk

- other form of injury and trauma that will shock the others when they see it

COPS ARE NOT OUR FRIENDS.

As someone who was spanked as a child it only taught me to be on edge around my parents. Don’t. Hit. Your. Fucking. Kids.

Were you ever spanked as a child AND do you think that spanking is ok?

Yknow when people say stuff like “you’re perfect” and like, “people say nobody’s perfect, but here you are” I was thinking about it and I’d hate to be perfect I love being a messy incomplete human being I love baking and getting flour everywhere I love having bad hair days I love not having perfect skin I love being able to run around and get dirty I love to make “bad” art if I had to perfect it would be hell

Silly piggies :)

I know life isn't always good, but I am so glad that you're here. thank you so much for making it past your worst days, it's a lot of work and I appreciate what you do

Short thingy I wrote for English class today, couldn’t help but make it about gravity falls. (The lesson was on suspense and I had to use the beginning as a starter)

I had 24 hours; I needed to get this journal away. Far, far away. I had made many mistakes, the journal contained all of them. It cannot fall into the wrong hands. I had called my mother on the landline and asked her where he lived. I could only hope that the postcard would arrive in time, and that he would come. We hadn’t seen each other in over ten years. He owed me this one thing, after all; and knowing him, he’d be worried enough to show up.

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.