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The poor Argerathi didn’t know what they were dealing with.

Not just when they came to Earth, oh no, though that was also a lapse in judgement on their part. The ancient etchings on the walls of the dusty base told a story, one Hal was able to translate, albeit partially. They were here, they were gone. They brought with them something that was going to change the Earth, but it never got passed the confines of the little town.

Something about dark magic, an open rift between dimensions that shook the land to it’s core, turned it strange, filled it with unnatural flora and fauna. The deeper Hal went, the more it told. The humans didn’t like it. They wanted it to stop, the Algerathi did too. But they couldn’t, and to make it worse they had to flee, to leave everything behind and fight in a war they knew they were going to lose.

And now they were gone completely, their history all but eradicated from record in favor of the titular snacking planet, Foodcourtia. Records were wiped, replaced with a false history of ‘Foodenings’ and the Invader turned founder who started it all. Last Hal checked he was retired on a beach planet somewhere. Ah, that would be nice.

It had been a week since she began to call the ancient place home, a strangely familiar memento of her galaxy amidst the unusual customs of Earth. She’d made it her own, pink doodads spread about, a brand new security system and pretty Christmas lights. Truly a fortress worthy of the galaxy’s most wanted criminal.

If only her blaring music wasn’t sending ripples through the valley, scaring away the birds and deer. Hal, with a blowtorch working on something neat while she sung her favorite Earthly ballad.

“Pull up in the monster automobile gangster! With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka! Yeah I’m in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka! You could be the King but watch the Queen conquer!”

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though unexpected, his return home had certainly been eventful, while sharing games and facing a wizard alongside his nephew had been a welcome distraction, it was high time to get back to the matter at hand. ford had a JOB to do, one he’d dedicated the last thirty years of his life to doing, and he wasn’t about to give up now. being yanked from the nightmare realm wasn’t going to make his task any easier, however, and it had been a daunting one to begin with. the only way he could possibly face bill was in his own domain… perhaps there was still some way to rid the multiverse of him for good. for the time being, however, it was his duty to keep his home universe SAFE. to do that, however, he would need some supplies, and there was only one place in town that had what he needed. it was time to revisit an old haunt: crash site omega. many of the original parts of the portal had come from the decrepit ship, the ancient and foreign technology far more advanced than anything earth had to offer. if there was any chance of stopping bill, it lay within the ship. he left the shack under the cover of darkness, the rest of his family neatly tucked be- neath their sheets, blissfully unaware of the dark path stanford walked. while he would consider taking his nephew under his wing as a protege, for the time being he preferred to keep them safe by keeping them in the dark. moving at night also minimized the chance of anyone from town seeing him emerge from the shack. it wouldn’t do anyone any good to reveal himself to the populace at large – not yet. so he ducked through the door, carrying with him his journals and what supplies he’d need for the short hike ahead. it had been thirty years, roughly, since he’d walked this path, and traversing it alone felt almost hollow. it would just be this one stop tonight, and perhaps next time he could bring with him an apprentice. as he approached the site, ford was greeted not by the silence he’d grown accustomed to in the woods, but rather a loud and thumping that reverberated against the trees. it was an assault to his senses, and he stiffened as he approached the ship’s entrance. six fingered hand drifted towards his holster, prepared to draw his weapon at a moment’s notice. descending through the hatch, his movements are slow, deliberate, careful… he’s silent in his approach, but he finds himself drawing nearer to a short figure before a console. ford grips his gun, drawing it and aiming it at the strange, shadowy being. “ freeze. turn around slowly and tell me what you’re doing here. “

#vortship #▽ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ﹕ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ — (post nwhs)#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ research papers ] — (para)#{ayy finally replies to this}#{ford and hal brotp}#{once ford finds his chill}

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to observe it directly would be foolish, but he was certain ford lost more sleep than he did — these days, at least. several recent events allowed him plenty of reason to be nervous about closing his eyes, but stan was also satisfied with the resolution. satisfied with leaving all the odd troubles of the past that he faced in the past, ready to look toward settling more stagnant matters ( the exact matters that he figured must really be witholding rest from ford ) stan was certain ford lost more sleep than him ;; it was why when questioned for the reason he could not sleep, it seemed right to LIE, to tell something more comforting so that ford was not burdened with another worry. pride was nothing to his concern, his protective nature, but ford had no need to know that.

❛ Lemme guess, you’re tryna figure out some new anomaly, right? Well, whatever it is, it can wait. I lost my flashlight last time we fought some- thing weird at night, those things don’t just grow on trees ! ❜

damn. a part of him, a large portion of his consciousness, had wished that ford would let it slide this time, let him slip out of a potentially awkward situation. but he had to ask at some point, had to indirectly admit the fear he had harbored since ford had first invited him on this adventure. it was a presentation of self-consciousness, an unnecessary display of low self-esteem, that only queries thrown out casually could even hope to mask. but he was caught with no opening to diverge from the topic, to turn the insecurity back on ford, to be silent completely. but it gnawed on him, kept his mind preoccupied far too often for his comfort, for any salvageable notion of stability. perhaps it was on a day-to-day basis, perhaps ford simply operated differently than he once had, but there was no prediction to sustain of his brother’s reaction. how different could the answers be? there were only two answers available, && no space to give a third. enough time had passed, enough miles logged in between their current location && the shore they had set out from. && perhaps he should just be grateful that he was not in ford’s shoes on this one, even if his own answer was so clear. it shot past their pleasantries, past shouted requests when hunting down anomalies, could break what devotion stan was still able to hold, could push ford to the point of communication for all stan knew. but it gnawed on him, lingered at the forefront of his mind until there was no option for silence.

❛ You……………. you really wanna know? You don’t gotta answer it, Ford. I just gotta ask anyway. Just gotta know….. do you like being out here sailing with me? ❜

because we barely talk about the past, or the future beyond a few days. because all you seem to need is your own thoughts, its all you know now. not that i’m much different. he wants to pull away, avoid the question now that he has said it, but there is no moving away. and just perhaps, it could be enough to know that at least ford pressed the question ( he had learned not to expect much from his twin ) but he would not filter his already formed query now, would not let it go.

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since the precedent had already been set, ford chose to LIE. to play along with his brother’s guess would likely best serve them both. the true reasons for the restless nights that plagued them was a conversation best left for another time. it was no great leap of the imagination to conclude what was really keeping them up at night, and while certainly no small problem, it had yet to affect their progress with any great significance. stubborn old men that they were, that was one honest conversation that could wait.... “ yeah, figuring out where we’re headed next... there seems to be a more significant anomaly a few klicks north, but that takes us further from land. if we go south, we might find nothing, but at least we can make a supply stop. -- I already apologized for that -- we still have my spare flashlight, and we can get you another one next time we reach land. “ his words are punctuated by a soft chuckle mixed with a noise of exasperation. he hasn’t heard the end of it since the damned thing went missing. ( he also neglects to mention that there is, quite likely, a dimension where flashlights really do grow on trees. ) he falls completely silent at stanley’s question, though, allowing the words to hang in the cold night air for a long moment. the gears in his head begin turning once again, working even harder -- you can practically see the smoke they emit coming out of his ears. in all the languages he’s learned, stanford hasn’t quite found com- bination of words to properly convey his thoughts and feelings towards his brother. within him sits over four decades of resentment and regret, festering away until it sits rotten and wretched and their stench impossible to cleanse completely. but his own bitterness is somewhat diluted by the mistakes he himself has made, the hand he played in the misery his brother experienced for so long. stanford pines had vowed to atone for the destruction his foolishness and grandiose notions had caused, but he was still having trouble working through his own damned PRIDE. && so he ruminates, stony expression etched onto features that stare out towards the inky horizon. he swishes words in his mouth, testing and tasting for just the right ones. he’s somewhat taken aback by stanley’s fears. undoubtedly, his true thoughts often remained enigmatic,buried beneath layers upon layers of codes that were, at times, undecipherable even by the person who knew him best. it was, perhaps, this coupled with the lack of depth their typical conversations possessed, that had given his twin such an impression... “ stanley, I -- I wouldn’t have asked you to come along if I didn’t want this. I would’ve thought you’d be the one not enjoying yourself. I never got the impression you’d enjoy devoting your life to seeking anomalies and not just peddling them... “ but he’s dodged the question. the answer he so wants to blurt is of course, a strong and resounding YES, he’s incredibly grateful to have stanley along for the ride. the words catch in his throat, however. so many years alone have left his already weak social skills degraded, and he’s yet to break the habit of taking great care with his communication. he trusts stanley, more than anyone else, but the proper conveyance of his true feelings still lies just beyond his grasp.

#journalsaved #✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ research papers ] — (para)#▽ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ﹕ᴄʀᴏssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ — (post show)#{gdi ford just give your bro a straight answer}#{he deserves that much}#{also rip I word vomited you do NOT need to match length}

I have barely written for weeks but I just finished a reply that sits at just under 600 words rip. gonna sit on that for a bit and proofread it before I publish it but dang. also gonna attempt some other things between here and dip, mostly starters bc dang I wanna interact with peeps. hope you’re all doing well this fine monday tho !!

#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ᴍᴜɴ [ smol swim nerd ] — (ooc)#{Im off today}#{but tomorrow I work at an ungodly hour......}#{rifp me}

I’m not sure this really counts as a SPOILER, but it does come from the journal so I’m putting it under a readmore regardless but. my friends, I present to you stanford freaking pines, the biggest dweeb in the multiverse !!

#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ᴍᴜɴ [ smol swim nerd ] — (ooc)#{I hate this man}#{and also I love him}#{and also I can't get over this book}#{somebody pls send help}#{he's gonna reach maximum nerd levels !!}#gf spoilers #journal 3 spoilers #gravity falls spoilers

"So, get this. A photon checks into a hotel and is asked if he needs any help with his luggage. And he says, "No, I'm traveling LIGHT."

—- beat. his silence hangs in the air for a brief eternity, but after a few long seconds, the corners of his mouth TWITCH.

“ heh. that one wasn’t half bad… “

#{but I'm biased bc that's like one of MY fave jokes}#journalsaved #✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ᴍɪsᴄ [ humour ??? ] — (jokes)

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if there’s one thing stanley pines denies doing often, it’s thinking. it was still biting, but decades had dulled the realization. it still charged him with low self-esteem, left him in debt for pride && confidence, but what did it matter now? his fingers glance off of cold metal railings, the soft vibration of a sea currently at rest. pricks of white stars against painted canvas, interrupted by the still figure of his twin, his brother. what did it matter now, with his long torn dream sewn back together && his family returned to his side? all of those years of testing his limited intelligence had finally been rewarded, the thinking could be left up to ford. they had said ford’s pursuit was never to be his, && his assumed pursuit of his brother could be forgotten. he did not need time to think, time alone, just time beside a friend during the calm.

idle hands tug his red cap further down his ears, against the cutting wind. soft light of sky above && expansive reflection below guide him across the deck, no need to throw his hands out before him to keep from tripping, running into something, as he finds his way to ford. he knew to EXPECT it, the sprawling silence that hung between them the majority of the time, the physical distance ford kept them at. not that he was oft willing to push it. had it been much different when they were children? it was enough just to stand beside him. everything would become more NATURAL in time, he knew this on his own. && he let’s a pause follow ford’s query, just momentarily, enough time to collect a predictable response, even if it differed from the true one. differed from the fact that the mind he denied using would not let him sleep, was providing him with the soft joy of his life being together at last, with a checklist of questions that he would keep to himself, because stan was the open book, not ford. because he could not drive him away, not again, he had to think twice.

❛ It is a nice night. No. No these damn waves keep me up all night. I already know why you’re up, thinking about some braniac thing no doubt… Hey, Ford, do you— No, nevermind, forget it. ❜

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the lie slips off his brother’s tongue far too easily. it’s surely habit by now, just one more falsehood amidst the slew of them stanley had made a living off of. and really, stanford supposes he can’t fault him for it. they hadn’t really discussed the true reason they’re both losing sleep -- the reason ford had been losing sleep for over three decades, really. he’s still not sure if they’ve even reached the point where they can have that discussion. for the moment, at least, it’s far easier to blame the water. it’s a perfectly RESPECTABLE reason to lose sleep, after all. “ heh, yeah. something like that... “ and then there’s the things left unsaid, the things they’ve both started to say, both wanted to say, but ended up looping back to nothing but idle chatter. their inter- actions remained pleasant, for the most part, but they lacked an understanding and DEPTH they’d held decades ago. they were still brothers divided, and though the rift between them was slowly being mended, it seemed like the more they fixed the more cracks they uncovered. as much as either of them might have liked to return to the simpler times overnight, it wasn’t going to happen. at times it felt like they were walking on eggshells, treating their relationship as though even a wrong glance would shatter whatever bonds they’d reformed. and perhaps that really was how fragile their relationship was at this time. it was hard to say. one thing ford knew for certain, one conclusion he’d drawn from the countless hours he’d spent in con- templation, was that any hope at repair would only come with time and effort. “ stanley, you KNOW I’m not going to just forget it. do I WHAT ?? “ ...so many things left unsaid. so many times ford himself had bit back queries and conversations. ( and countless apologies and thank yous he was certain his brother was owed, but couldn’t quite bring himself to form. ) so many words left stewing in his mind, where he could meticulously sort through them, categorize them, tuck them neatly away... perhaps tonight was the night to finally dust a few of them off.

#journalsaved #✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ notes ] — (short)#▽ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ﹕ᴄʀᴏssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ — (post show)#{no. nerdiness is FOREVER}#{oh look I'm already making it longer}#{even tho I have no idea where Im going with it}

@wiishfulheart || call

“ -- oh. uhh, hello. “ visitors to the shack was taking some getting used to. he’d spent the better part of a decade nearly alone within these walls, so tourists coming and going as they pleased still caught him off guard. though most of his time was spent in the basement dismantling the portal, a required tool was missing from his box and ford had ventured upstairs in search of it. on the rare occasion he was re- quired to leave the lab, he was careful to avoid the people as best as he could. for the most part, he was successful, but every so often it was UNAVOIDABLE. ( he also did his best to avoid thinking about the number of bustling strangers who had tromped through a place he’d once called home, a task met with much more mixed success. ) “ are you here for a tour, or are you a friend of dipper and mabel’s?? “ either option was likely, and either option could result in sending the child away from him so he could return to his work. while interaction with his peers was hard enough, children presented their own unique puzzles. far better to avoid that altogether, really.

#wiishfulheart #▽ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ﹕ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ — (post nwhs)#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ notes ] — (short)#{ford voice: children. what the fuck.}#{kat voice: it's been 84 years benzy what the fuck}#{let's write together again yes good}#{don't mind the clueless and nerdy old man}

Headcanon

ford curses like a sailor, and after spending a good majority of his life alone, he’s never felt the need to filter himself, particularly after all that time spent travelling between dimensions. as a result, he’s a bit less adept at keeping things PG around the kids, and he’s let the odd swear loose around dipper and mabel more than once. if stan’s around, his brother won’t hesitate to admonish him, but if he’s not then half the time ford doesn’t even notice unless one of the twins mentions something. he’ll apologize, of course, but it takes a fair amount of practice form him to get good at censoring his speech around the kids

#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ [ the author ] — (headcanon)#{I mean he gave mabel a crossbow}#{so like what's a few bad words every now and again ??}#{ford you aren't very good at}#{being a human being are you}

@ascotted || call

it’s almost deja vu that stirs in him at the sight of the young man, marvel at the unknown evident in that twinkle in his eyes. it’s one he recognized, wearing it in his own for so many years. it’s all he can do to hope that the boy avoids the mis- takes made by the elder, for stanford exists as a cautionary tale of just what one can become should the curiosities of the world around them CONSUME a person. for the time being, though, he’ll encourage the inquisitiveness. it’s healthy, in some doses, and can lead to the greatest discoveries. “ so what is it you’re looking for exactly ?? “

#ascotted #▽ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ﹕ᴜɴsᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴍᴀʟʏ — (undetermined)#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ notes ] — (short)#{so this can either be like}#{in gravity falls}#{or somewhere else I'm chill with whatever}#{but mystery nerds}#{things I require....}

ask-meme-addicts

@wolfpupy twitter ask meme

❝ its all fun and games until its not that anymore ❞

❝ i grow more powerful every day and by powerful i mean sad ❞

❝ only the good die young? phew good thing that i am so incredibly awful ❞

❝ if theres one thing i dont know about its everything ❞

❝ heres some general life advice, when the sun hits the ground find somewhere to hide ❞

❝ surfs up. hail satan ❞

❝ after 13 long years congress approved a bill that will finally let the bodies hit the floor ❞

❝ hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever ❞

❝ in a way aren’t we all responsible for my actions ❞

❝ some say love is a river, me i say things that make sense ❞

❝ if your newborn baby has a full head of hair that means it is a business baby and is ready to enter the world of finance ❞

❝ i may be dumb as hell but i am also insanely stupid ❞

❝ take every thing you own and throw it into the ocean who cares ❞

❝ you know the old saying, boys will be trash ❞

❝ one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa ❞

❝ if i could shoot anything with a gun i would probably shoot another gun, the hunter become the hunted ❞

❝ lets forget about the bodies for a second. what do you really want to let hit the floor? your feelings perhaps? ❞

❝ i’ve seen a lot of things in my time, which i blame on me leaving my eyes open. things got a lot better once i decided to just close them ❞

❝ learning from mistakes is for people who recognise that they make mistakes. i dont give a shit ❞

❝ there are few things in life that can’t be achieved with occult dark magic ❞

❝ how to predict the future: think of the worst possible thing that could happen ❞

❝ halloween is forever bitch ❞

❝ who are the real criminals, me who does the crimes or the people who hurt my feelings all the time ❞

❝ looks like things are always happening once again ❞

❝ i am going to lay completely still on the forest floor until either things start going my way or i disintegrate into nothing ❞

❝ im sure im going to ruffle some feathers with this but given the choice between good times and bad times i would like to have the good times ❞

❝ the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead ❞

❝ tired of people always telling me go to hospital and that i’ve lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it ❞

❝ i hit the hay all day mother fucker. 24 hour sleep cycle. if you awake you a fake. its bed time bitch ❞

❝ i hope one day i will find love, or a cool looking leaf. either one ❞

❝ piles of uneaten candy will signal im dead ❞

❝ the hairless rat is not a new species, merely a result of my failed scam of shaving rats and selling the hair back to them at a high price ❞

❝ we let the bodies hit the floor then what? next we’ll have bodies hitting walls, roofs, you name it, bodies will be hitting it ❞

❝ sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us ❞

❝ yeah yeah blame the guy whos dna matches with the dna found at the crime scene. surprise surprise ❞

❝ for as long as i can remember i have been able to remember things, maybe even before that ❞

❝ yeah i looked both ways before crossing the street, i looked both ‘handsome’ and ‘radiant’, too bad i got hit by that car ❞

❝ stop living in a dream world and start living in the regular nightmare world all of the rest of us live in ❞

❝ blood moon, very cool to see. and whats the sun doing again? the same regular thing for the millionth time? what a load of worthless trash ❞

❝ if existing for an amount of time has taught me anything its that i have no idea whats going on ❞

❝ hurled my bible at the paper boy and knocked him off his bike with the real news ❞

❝ i’ll go in whatever direction the wind takes me, and if i am too heavy for wind to move me around i will probably just lay down and die here ❞

❝ i’ve said it before and i will say it again, i think people should give me hundreds of dollars and feel good about doing it ❞

❝ wow, i’ve never thought about it like that before. and i never will. i’ve already forgotten what you said, good bye forever ❞

❝ stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons ❞

❝ dont betray me and act surprised when i get revenge on you, thats the number one consequence of betraying me. everyone knows it. even babies ❞

❝ blood is just nature’s red water that flys out when you make a mistake. relax and enjoy the experience for once ❞

❝ reached the limit of what you can do with imagination? why not try occult dark magic ❞

❝ if anyone needs me i will be laying face down on the ocean floor ❞

❝ its time to forget the mistakes of the past and start making the mistakes of the future ❞

#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ prompts ] — (meme)#{I need to finish answering these on dipdop still}#{but hey send me a few}#{while I work on some more starters}

"Hey, hey Ford. You gotta make like a proton and stay positive."

“ staying positive would be easier if I didn’t have to endure these terrible jokes of yours, stanley. “

#{save ford from terrible jokes 2k16}#journalsaved #✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ᴍɪsᴄ [ humour ??? ] — (jokes)

captivatinginnocence-a

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— “Grunkle Ford – we need to talk.”

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“ -- oh !! ahh, of course, mabel, is something wrong ?? “

#captivatinginnocence #▽ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ﹕ᴜɴsᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴍᴀʟʏ — (undetermined)#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ banter ] — (chat)#{ahh yes hello !!}#{mabel and ford are}#{important to me....}

@journalsaved || call

if there’s one thing stanford pines does a lot of, it’s thinking. there’s a near constant turning of gears and firing of pistons in his mind, whether he’s piecing together a puzzle or simply lost in thought. these days, out at sea with only his brother and the odd monster for company, he still finds himself caught in long stretches of time spent in quiet contemplation. perhaps it’s habit, perhaps it’s that he’s not used to working with company -- ( perhaps it’s that he’s not used to being around stanley ) -- but the time spent in his own head borders on the excessive. the night air is cool against his cheeks as he stands on the deck of their vessel. above him, the moon hangs high in the sky, doing little to illuminate the inky depths below. within him there’s a tranquility that reflects the calm waters, though it’s just beneath the surface that those thoughts whir away. the sound of FOOTSTEPS pull him to reality, halting his drift into a reverie. he’s not sure how long it’ll be before ford stops tensing at the presence of the other, stops glancing over his shoulder in fear of who his company might be. he’s ALSO not sure how long it’ll be before con- versation finally comes natural to them once again. “ nice night tonight. couldn’t sleep ?? “

#journalsaved #▽ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ﹕ᴄʀᴏssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ — (post show)#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕sᴄʀɪʙʙʟɪɴɢs [ notes ] — (short)#{me bro...}#{why do I get the feeling that}#{this is gonna get long....}#{here have some sea grunks}

who knows how long I’ve been awake now

these shadows on my wall don’t sleep they keep calling me -- beckoning.

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#stanford pines rp #ford pines rp #gravity falls rp #gf rp #disney rp #✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ғʟʏᴇʀs [ shameless plug ] — (self promo)#{and here's my solo promo banner}#{but hey hey hey love me}#{I'll get to starters in a bit}#{my mom keeps giving me chores}

MY EX WIFE STILL MISSES ME

“ so I performed the exorcism. “

#{I need to. find that art}#{and reblog it.}#ascotted #✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕??? [ princess unattainabelle beckons ] — (crack)

and now for my favourite part of opening a new blog -- starter call !! note that I might be a touch selective and you might just get a short thing while I figure this nerdy old man out, but let’s get the ball rolling !!

#✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ᴍɪsᴄ [ investigating... ] — (starter call)

HER AIM IS G E T T I N G BETTER!

“ yes, I heard you the first time. it’s not any funnier the second time around. “

#{my ex wife still misses me}#{so I performed the exorcism}#journalsaved #✎ ғɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ᴍɪsᴄ [ humour ??? ] — (jokes)

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