#epicjellyfish

[waldangerous]

Ur cosplays and memes are very fresh, my dude. Love it 👌🏼👌🏼

Thank you boo :)

[knicks-knacks]

presented without comment. you know what this is, epicjellyfish just a preview but still

A wolf with two faces and six legs. A sentient cloud. A mirror that only showed your left side. He had to write it all down. Record everything he saw, heard, and ran from. It didn't matter if it was on a strip of paper shoved into his pocket or a full on journal, he would find a way to document it all. How else would he make it up to Ford? After all, it was all his fault. He'd been the one to provoke the fight, he was the one who pushed Ford. He was also the one who had jumped after his levitating brother, managing to swing him around and use his own momentum to fling his brother away from the range of the portal. He was the one who got himself sucked into this hellhole. It was no one's fault but his own. So even as his his hand shook from pain, the large gash on his forearm leaking a steady stream of blood, he wrote.

[amascomet]

is u reDY FOR SCHOOL ON MONDAY

maybe

yes

but i dont wanna go

give me like

a month

then im ready

[moonturtle6]

*wipes the tears from my eyes as I scrolls through your art tag*

Omg XD

[ashtrayteeth]

202 FOLLOWERS HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS

So I check my email and I get all these _ is now following you emails and I go, can it be? I go to tumblr. Click on the person in the corner and lo and behold- 202 FOLLOWERS I AM DYING. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE 202 AMAZING PEOPLE, WILLING TO PUT UP WITH MY MEDIOCRE ART SKILLS AND TENDENCY TO FOR GET TO TAG SHIT. THANK YOU ALL SO FUCKIN MUCH, REALLY. THANKS. 

And now I’m totally doing that give away. I told you I would, and Imma totally do it, for my followers who have been with me for a while and my followers who have just joined the shit show. 

Rules and regs:

- like or reblog to enter your self into the raffle. do it as many times as you want, I honestly don’t give a fuck

- this is a completely random thing, I’m just gonna put every thing into a thing that scrambles and picks one so no favoritism(besides, i love all of you anyway)

- since this is for my followers, you have to be a follower to be entered into the raffle

- If you live out of the country I most likely wont be able to afford to mail anything to you (I’m sorry guys) so If you win one of the prizes and I am unable to provide, we can either work something out (like an extra free commission or something) or we can collaborate on the shipping costs

Now the give away prize stuff!

1ST FUCKIN PRIZE: A shirt with a design(by me) of your choice(I’ll post some pics later so stay woke) a commission slot, and candy 

2ND FUCKIN PRIZE: a commission slot, and candy!

3RD FUCKIN PRIZE: a commission slot!

So the details for commissions can be found on my blog page, If you have any other questions feel free to drop me a line in the olde’ ask box, and remember how happy I am that YOU ARE HERE TO SHARE TRASH, JOKES, AND FANDOMISH THINGS WITH ME. Thanks guys. 

The give away ends july 10th ya’ll. 

[knicks-knacks]

You should do fluffy stancest reunion. Except it's reverse roles so author stan has been trying for thirty years to rebuild the portal.

(I might have listened to a lot of classical while writing this. There’s literally only one line of dialogue no idea how that happened, but I actually really like how this turned out. Thanks a bunch for the prompt!)

It had the potential to tear their universe apart. Billions, possibly trillions, of lives would be lost. Turning on the portal was the most selfish thing he could do.

He’s done the calculations hundreds of times. They’ve swam in his brain constantly. The chances of finding his brother at all were slim. Finding him alive? Even slimmer.

Yet no matter what the numbers and algorithms screamed at him, no matter what percentage or logical thought, he wouldn’t give up.

He couldn’t give up.

Because he knows his brother would do the same if it had been him.

So he never did.

That’s what brought them here, standing a few feet away from each other, staring at each other through glazed over eyes.

Who was he anymore? Had he changed at all? 30 years is such a long time to be apart. To be isolated and afraid.

Everyone in the room stood tense. Emotionally heavy air weighed Stanley down as he stepped forward.

“Stanford?” His voice was hoarse, quiet. As if he hadn’t spoken in years. To this person, he hadn’t.

The addressed person nearly went limp. He took a quick breath in, reveling in the moment.

A tentative smile crept onto his face as he took in the sight of his beloved slowly walking towards him.

All it took was for him to step down from the ledge and his feet flew on their own.

The author had no idea whether to shield his face or to outstretch his arms. His heart must have won out because he captured Stanford in an embrace that instantly dissipated 30 years of uncertainty.

Ford buried his face in Stanley’s shoulder and held back a sob of rapture. The hand that ran through his hair caused his scalp to tickle.

His brother wondered at the fact that he could run his hand through Ford’s hair. He used to never let it get longer than his pinkie. “Too much work,” he’d always say.

Their brown eyes met through cracked glasses as they gently pulled apart. Only the daintiest of smiles graced their lips.

Stanford brought his hand up to caress his brothers cheek, rough stubble unfamiliar under his palm. Always the clean shaven one was Stanley before. Lee turns his head to press a delicate kiss against Fords palm, causing a warmth in his heart that he hadn’t felt for an eternity.

He gently pulls his brother down and places a tender kiss to his forehead. Lee sighs at the touch, closing his eyes in bliss.

The giggle of a child causes the two to be yanked from their absorption.

Dipper and Mabel stood slack jawed. The taller of the two seemed to have regained control of her mind and was giving them a bit of an odd look.

Lee’s heart sunk as reality came flooding back to him. He sighed and defeatedly glanced at his brother.

Understanding their happy family reunion might have to wait, Ford pulls away as Stanley clears his throat.

Stanley wasn’t surprised at all when Fords knuckles brushed against his wrist.

His six fingered hand effortlessly entwined with his brothers own. After 30 years, their hands still pieced together so perfectly.

[moonturtle6]

Grunkle Stan in 7D?