Just reposting this to use at some point.
You and your friends, age ten, meet your adult selves from fifteen years in the future. Some are surprised, others are delighted, but you… you’re afraid of this person. “What… happened to us?”
guinea pig instagram accounts are so funny cause the captions will be like "uh oh! pumpkiwumpkin is being extra sassy today!" and the picture is literally just
Fiddleford :) (the last one’s staying as a sketch cause I don’t like it very much.)
Guys guys
So we have Fiddlestan and Jimstan
What about
JimFiddleStan
AUGGG THEY’D BE SO CUTSIE I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THEM
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
This miiiiight be a stretch, but. Hear me out.
In the Gravity Falls episode, Headhunters, when Grunkle Stan hosts a funeral for his wax figure, he’s mourning his brother, whom he didn’t think he would get back from the portal, but he’ll be damned if he stops trying. But he’s also mourning himself, and who he used to be. Think about it, he had to fake his own death and pretend to be Ford, only his mother, ‘Ford’(himself), and an FBI agent came to his funeral. No one else cared enough to come. So now, he has people who actually care about him. Hell, Mabel and Dipper went to avenge his wax figure, and he was so happy that they cared enough to do that. He actually has people who care about him, so he wants to see if they’d come to his funeral. He’s mourning his brother, but also who he used to be, and he has people to mourn with him now. He has a family.
Idk if any of that came out correctly, but y’all know what I’m getting at.
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your age regressed Stan has interested me, would you be willing to do more?
very well <3
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