Wander

Howdy, I’m Wander, welcome to my blog! This is where I post fan fiction snippets, updates, and the occasional artwork/fanart. Take a look around, and check out my TikTok and AO3 accounts, too: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Wandering_Cowboy/works

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Please help us get our lives back

My name is Marah, an aspiring computer engineering student. I dreamed of completing my studies and working in the field that I love. She enjoys spending long hours studying.

But the war deprived me of my ambitions

And my dreams and my studies

My university was demolished, as was my home

Donate to Please Save What's Left of My Family, organized by Marleen Tipu

Hello my dears, I hope you are well. Please help me. I, Mahmoud Baalou, have gon… Marleen Tipu needs your support for Please Save What's

I no longer have any dreams or ambitions

Your help may restore hope in completing my studies abroad

Any donation could make a difference in our lives and give us hope

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[wanderin-cowboy]

Please help however you can! Even if you can't donate, share this!

[wanderin-cowboy]

Hello dear,,,,

My name is Marah Baalousha from Gaza.

Computer engineering student

I hope you are well . 🇵🇸

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them

Please, any donation makes a difference in our lives, and every reblog helps reach as many people as possible. 🍉

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide.

Checked by Ghost 90 .🔻 .

Thank you for your message! I really hope for all the best for you.

To my followers, or anyone seeing this, lets help out however we can! Reblog, like, comment, and donate!

[wanderin-cowboy]

Some Snippets from the upcoming chapter of "Meet Me on the Strange Trails"

Chapter 15: Blood in the Water

1. "STANLEY!" Ford screamed in horror as he watched his brother crumple like a bloody rag doll, Rico standing over him with an expression full of so much manic glee that Ford thought he’d be sick. Stan had warned him, he’d warned him, but still Ford wasn’t ready for how truly terrifying Rico was. He understood now, all too well, why Stan had been scared. Beyond his horror, however, was anger.

2. "Nice try, Paul Bunyan, but we ain’t stickin’ around. Now stay put, or I start slicing." Brico warned, dragging the knife across the side of Stan’s neck, causing a thin line of red to appear.

3. "H-hey…" Jimmy rasped. Nolan stared at him, then poured a cup of water and handed it over wordlessly. Jimmy drank two cups gratefully before sagging against the bed with a sigh.

"You’re a fucking idiot." Nolan said finally.

[wanderin-cowboy]

Howdy y’all! I just wanted to jump on here to give y’all a quick update.

Unfortunately my laptop is currently not working right (the trackpad is being fussy) so I need to bring it to a shop. That said, my stories are gonna take a bit to update, so please be patient! I’ll try writing on my tablet, it’ll just take a bit longer. Anyway, just know nothing is being abandoned and I haven’t forgotten! Thanks for understanding. I’ll be moseyin’ on now 🏜️

[wanderin-cowboy]

Snippets from the upcoming chapter of "I Know How To Live (I Don't Know How To Die)"

Chapter 3: Not The Only Anomaly Here

1. "Greetings! My name is Stanford Pines, and I'd appreciate it if you could stop destroying my house. Can you show yourself to me?" Stan rolled his eyes.

"Destroying your house? It wasn't exactly put together when I got here." 

"Can you hear me? Make something float if you can." Ah, right, Ford couldn't hear him. Stan tried making the head float again, but nothing happened, and his hands phased through it as a wave of dizziness swept over him. Great, great– Fucking– Of course his ghost powers stop working right when he needs them the most, 'cause why not? 

2. What was he gonna do? He couldn't leave, and he couldn't seem to make contact with Ford, not that he really wanted to anymore. He had a feeling his presence wouldn't be well received. Maybe he could find a nice corner to haunt or something.

3. All his life, Stan's done nothing but mess things up, ride on everyone else's coattails... 

"Sheesh, this is just depressing."

Stan sat up. What was that? Was someone in here? That voice didn't sound like Ford.

"Nah, not Ford, but I was a friend of his if that makes you feel better."

4. "Can you stop reading my mind or whatever?! It's creepy!"

"Sure thing, Mac, sorry about that." Bill didn't sound very sorry. "Look, I gotta admit, I'm surprised to see you here, especially like this. What happened?"

"Died, I guess. I dunno. Now I'm stuck here and I can't leave."

Bill looked at him in an almost pitying way. "Sorry to hear that. I know how it feels to be nothing but a ghost, haunting a guy who does nothing but push you away." 

Stan looked up, surprised. "You do?"

Aw, how sweet! Stan's making a new friend 🥰 

[wanderin-cowboy]

New chapter of Meet Me On The Strange Trails is UP! Please go check it out (and maybe leave a comment?)

Here’s a few snippets of chapter 13: “Maddest Man This Town Has Ever Seen”:

1. Ford and Stan had just shut the door behind them when Jimmy ran up, pale as a ghost.

"We've got a problem," He said, jittering slightly. Stan's jaw clenched.

"What is it?" Ford asked.

"Rico. He's here, I think.”

2. "Well, that'll certainly give us an edge over Rico and Bill. We should see if Fiddleford's nearly done with his invention. We don't have a lot of time left."

Stan grimaced. "Geez Ford, make it sound more ominous, would ya?" He said with a huff, following after Ford. His brother was right, though, they probably didn't have a lot of time left. Stan could only hope their plan would be enough.

3. There was a loud 'thwip,' a shocked wheeze followed by gurgling, and then the thin man was falling to his knees, blood pouring from his mouth and dripping onto Stan's leg.

4. "Ford, I'm lightyears away from bein' calm, ok? I ain't gonna be calm until Rico and Bill are gone." He jumped again when a shadow figure moved in his peripheral vision. "Shit!"

5. Stan let out a bark of pain, rolling onto his side, the kick having aggravated the bruising left from both the fights with Bord and with Jimmy. He kicked out wildly, but the man caught his ankle and pulled, causing Stan to flip onto his back again.

This chapter took a lot of work but it was fun to write. Things are heating up and the end is near! Things are gonna get worse before they get better…

[wanderin-cowboy]

Snippets from Chapter 12 of “Meet Me On The Strange Trails”, Planning and Plotting and Talking and Forgiving

(Yes, its finally posted!)

1. "Perfect! That looks good. Now I'll just comb your hair quick." Ford said, doing just that. Jimmy looked taken aback as Ford examined the comb, nodded, and used the tweezers to place the hair in one plastic bag, setting it aside. The final test simply involved swobbing Jimmy's mouth, the swob being put in the second plastic bag afterward. Once everything was packed away, Ford placed his hands behind his back, face solemn.

"What's the first thing that comes to mind when you think of forks?"

2. "Wouldn't it be easier to have Rico come to us? Set up a trap here?" Nolan asked. Stan shook his head.

"Easier, maybe, but a whole lot more dangerous. Rule number one when dealin' with a guy like Rico is to never let 'em get too close. In the cabin, it's cramped. Too many places to get stuck with a wall at your back."

3. "I ain't fuckin' psychic, Ford. But–" Stan studied Jimmy's face and body language. "Yeah. He's tellin' the truth."

4. "Can we talk?" Jimmy asked. Fuck. Stan swallowed thickly and nodded. This was gonna happen eventually, wasn't it? Best to get it over with fast, like ripping off a bandaid or whatever. They sat back down with a pregnant pause. When they finally spoke, it was at the exact same time.

"I'm sorry–"

[wanderin-cowboy]

Snippets from “Meet Me On The Strange Trails” Chapter 12:

1. "Right then. Guess it's a start. Let's go–" Stanley stood and made to walk through the front door. Ford raised his hands.

"Stanley, wait! Jimmy's only been in jail for a few hours, that's not nearly enough time for us to be certain whether or not Bill is still in his head."

"Well, what are we supposed to do until then, stand around and twiddle our thumbs?"

2. "Stanley, I really am sorry I pushed you away. I've... missed this. I've missed you."

Stan's eyes glazed over, causing him to blink rapidly. "I– Yeah. Yeah, I've, uh, missed you too, pal."

"Once this is all over, maybe we can... I don't know... reconnect? There's so much I want to show you here. You could claim a room in the cabin and we could explore together!"

Stan stared at him with wide eyes, expression one of surprise. "You'd... want me to stay?"

What? How could Stan think Ford would want anything else? Well, perhaps Ford could understand why, actually. "Of course! I mean, if you're amicable..."

"I'm definitely amigable," Stan said, his face dead serious.

[wanderin-cowboy]

See you ‘round, space cowboy.

[innactives-blog]

This feels like something Stan would buy off of Facebook Marketplace.

[innactives-blog]

I posted the first chapter of a new Gravity Falls story, “I Know How To Live (I Don’t Know How To Die)” where Stan is a ghost and ghost shenanigans ensue.

If you haven’t checked it out yet, please do so! And let me know what y’all think.

[innactives-blog]

Me: ☝️🤠

Stan: 🤨😧

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AO3 IS BACK UP! If you haven’t seen it already, chapter 11 of Meet Me On The Strange Trails is up! I hope y’all like it

[innactives-blog]

Ao3 is down for a bit!

Not sure about y'all, but Ao3 is down for me at the moment– apparently due to a DDoS attack– so I'll have to find something to occupy myself with until it's back up.

Good luck to the Ao3 volunteers with getting the site back up! Y'all are the best.

[pinetreeshack]

old man

[innactives-blog]

My favorite goober ever

[szczurherbacany]

webslinger….

[innactives-blog]

Pedro Pascal is Webslinger 😍

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“Stanley, I wasn't trying to send you away with the journal to get rid of you... You were just the only person I knew I could trust. I'm still... upset about the science fair project, but... I have missed you, Stan. And I'm... I'm sorry you've been through so much."

Stan's breath hitched. Sorry... When had anyone told him sorry before? Crampelter never apologized, and Pa most definitely didn't, and Ford never had to before, but he was now and wasn't even apologizing for something he'd done. He was just... sorry life had been so shitty to Stan. Tears prickled his eyes, but he swore he wasn't about to cry in front of his brother, too. Instead, he did what he always did; Deflect.

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"Maybe, maybe not. Sure hope so, though, 'cause we're all gonna need to work together to make this work."

Fiddleford quirked a brow, eyes wide. "Well, cut off my legs an' call me shorty! You actually sound sane! Most people I've seen 'round here are a few clowns short of a circus, y'know? Even Ford's a lil... well... crazy."

Nolan chuckled. "I get it. Folks 'round here are certainly... eccentric, and they don't really recognize when something is 'weird' anymore. When you live with gnomes rootin' through your trashcans and manotaurs punching your car, nothin' will faze you."

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Rico grabbed the man's throat, shaking him. "How," He growled. "Do you know that? Any of that?"

"Because," The man wheezed, still smiling wide. "I know you, and I know Stan, and I know where Stan is. You're looking for him but can't find him. Lemme tell ya, you'll never find him here. He's not in Utah."

"New Mexico?"

"Not there either."

"Then where is he?"

The man smiled, eyes glinting yellow in the light of the setting sun. "You ever heard of a place called Gravity Falls, Oregon?"

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Some of my favorite moments from chapter 11 of “Meet Me On The Strange Trails”, Way Out There. This chapter was so much fun to write lol! I’m kind of excited to write more from Rico’s point of view, too 😈

Also, something I feel like pointing out because it’s a detail I really like: Toward the end of the chapter there’s a line that says ‘The man smiled, eyes glinting yellow in the light of the setting sun.’

This line is a reference to one of my favorite Lord Huron songs, “Setting Sun”.

“Now that the deed is done

I’m just waiting for night

And the fading light of the setting sun.”