Me: I’m Gonna Sit Down And Write!!

 The strongest woman in the world!!!

Let’s see where this goes!

“I think I got got everything we need for the spell just like last time.” Dipper stated as he exited out the elevator carrying a rather large box for himself to be carrying.

He set the box down on the ground next to Stan’s head, now Ford can see that the box is filled with many candles. Some new, some used, and some....covered in glitter?

“Plus, Grunkle Stan’s favorite pillow so he doesn’t have to lay his head on the dirty floor anymore!”

While Dipper was setting up some of the candles, Mabel took the dirty and worn out pillow she was carrying out of the elevator and placed it underneath Stan’s head.

She had a smile on her face while making her Grunkle as comfortable as she could on the dirty floor but, if they looked closely at her, they could tell that her smile was just a mask she was wearing to hide her fear. She was the cheerful and positive twin. That was her job since she was born.

“Are you sure you kids know what you’re doing? You’re dealing with dangerous things.” He knows how how powerful these spells are and the last thing he needs right now is some else getting hurt.

Ford felt hard eyes on him. Like needles being jabbed into him.

“Listen hear Great-Uncle Ford.” Dipper voice was as cool as ice yet his eyes were refusing to look up at the man he used to worshiped like a God. Oh the irony. “We have been dealing with dangerous things all summer. All things that could have possibly killed us. We can handle this ourselves, we’ve done this once before anyway.”

His next line was like a needle though Ford’s heart.

“So stay out of it....we don’t need you to hurt Grunkle Stan again.”

The room was quite. No one wanted to comment on his words. The only noise in the room was Dipper taking more the candles out of the box and setting them up in a circle around Stan.

Where his words harsh? Yes, yes they were.

Did Dipper care? Nope, not at all. All he wants right now is for his Grunkle to be ok.

Soon later everything was set.

Just like last time, they all had one of their hands on Stan’s head inside the lit circle of candles.

“Is everyone ready?”

“Yep!”

“You got it dude!”

“.....yes.”

Right when Dipper was about to start the incantation. They heard the elevator descending from the main floor. None of them were paying attention when the elevator was called up.

Ford was the first one to move, “Who is that?” His free hand immediately went to his gun on his thigh ready for another unwanted individual.

As soon as the elevator opened it’s doors, heavy boots and a loud, angry, and......feminine(?) voice bounced off the walls of the basement.

The individual yelled out, “What the hell is going on?!”

You know those AUs and fics where Stan is badly injured/dying in NWHS when the portal opens, and it forces Ford to react differently when he steps out?

Imagine Stan being more exhausted than he was in canon (after all, he was fighting off agents, sprinting across town, and getting thrown around the basement, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug but still)…exhausted to the point that when Ford punches him in the face, Stan just straight up passes out

I’m just picturing Ford going “OH CRAP DID I REALLY HIT HIM THAT HARD” and Soos freaking out that “MR. PINES IS DEAD” and Mabel and Dipper still being like “WHAT IS H A P P E N I N G”

(and Stan will be fine, of course, but Ford’s potential reactions in this scenario are hilarious to me for some reason)

the one thing you can’t replace

I’ll take ALL of them!

I've been thinking of doing a new batch of keychains of these lil guys( I previously only ever did blades and sold out in less than 5 minutes in a con) would you guys be interested in them? I might open pre orders for them.

This is the best thing I’ve woken up to a while.

MJ: Hey don’t forget about Spider-idiot. Ned and I have split custody over him.

Ned: He’s an idiot white boy but we still love him.

Peter:

*Wong showing Rhodey around the sanctum*

Wong:  This is the Wand of Watoomb. This is the cloak of Levitation. This is my idiot white boy.

Stephen: 

Rhodey: Oh you got one too? There’s my idiot white boy over there.

Tony:

I have an 4-6 page essay, a major project, and a final exam all due on the same date. I need some luck please…

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

I would watch the hell out of this if it was a tv show!

I found a thread and decided… Hm… Maybe a need a little bit of sin afterall…

Excuse me! I’m feeling very attacked right now… especially since I did all three of these today.

Also,

I hope some of you guys will appreciate it!