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I frequently feel aftersome knowing the odds of me meeting the people I love more than most were so infinitesimally small, I almost didn’t meet them. It’s to the point where I think, “man, if I could go back and change this one thing…” I have to stop and say, “but then what if I never met them?” I’m in the best possible timeline.

Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...

Pomegranates are the most dramatic fruit ever.

Bitch you are a piece of fruit why does it look like I murdered you. Why do you leave my fingertips red and stained. Why do you run down my hands to my elbows when I tear you apart. Why must I rip your body into bloodied chunks to get what's inside of you. Why do you sound so lovely when I crack you open. Why must I eat you with a knife and my bare hands. Why is there so much of you and why is there never enough.

Shermie!

It just occured to me that Stan technically canonically liked to draw, so here's my take of what Stanley's sketchbook would have looked like had he never gave up on art :]

Stanley first found this sketchbook left behind in a dumpster next to a library. The rings that once held the pages together were broken and warped, so he instead fashioned himself a jury rigged binder by weaveing one of his shoelaces through the holes in the side. In the end, it was essentially just a stack of barely held together paper, but he was still satisfied with it.

Pencils were easy enough to snag from the store since they fit so easily inside his pockets; but he had to settle for the shitty stubby pink erasers that barely did its job on the end of the pencils if he made any mistakes.

Stanley wasn't much of a poetic guy, and he didn't do the kind of art that had deep symbolism or meaning behind them. He was more the kind of artist that just drew what was in front of him, plain and simple. Had he been younger, he might have been able to fill in this cobbled together sketchbook in a matter of days, page after page filled to the brim with creatures and adventures of the wildest dreams.

Well, Stanley wasn't exactly a sprightly young child anymore with a boundless imagination to take inspiration from, but 10 years was a long time to be on the road and moving around, so there was plenty for him to draw.

(My primary goal was just to make these pages look as realistic as possible, but I did add in mini backstories in each of the pages' image description, if you feel like reading that :])

A Universe That Doesn’t Care and People That Do by SupposedToBeWriting or @organchordsandlightning (your fic is a 10 course meal my friend and I am EATING it up, yum good!)

He sat on the bed with his back against the wall, legs spread in front of him. John pulled Arthur (swaddled in blankets as he was) between them and let Arthur’s head rest against his chest. If Arthur awoke to a heartbeat, perhaps that would be a fucking decent indicator that his own should keep working.

my true favourite human bill is @ckret2 ‘s goldie locke from their sizeable fanfic wasting away in the goldielocks zone

Ok this was orginally a joke about how Arthur managed to hit rock bottom so many times but can you imagine if somehow, Parker was able to meet him now?

This man, that Parker pulled off a bartop and into a detective's office because he couldn't stand to see someone so clearly hurting left alone. This man, who was cold and angry and hated everything he was and had been allowing some wound he never mentioned to fester for years, but at his core was genuine, and kind, and wanted to help people. This man, who Parker found drowning himself in booze and pulled him up from the bedrock, who he was close enough with to share an apartment and an office. This man, who strangled Parker to death with his bare hands.

Who is now covered in a patchwork of scars that should have been -and were- the end of him. Who is now willing to draw his gun on anyone, who might even enjoy doing so if Parker looks a little too closely. Who has been fractured, the shattered pieces of a tender soul that was hardened into glass pushing up against his skin as if they were trying to claw their way out of this husk of a man. Who has died. Who has wanted to die. Who has been rendered blind, yet has born witness to so much more than any human was ever meant to.

This man, who would hear Parker's voice, and his face, but not his eyes, would fill with dread as the implications crashed down on him.

This man, who would go against his instincts and lunge forward, crushing Parker into a hug, because he knows all too well that if he isn't holding onto something so tightly his knuckles go white, it will be taken from him.

This man, who knows he can't save anyone he loves, who hasn't been able to save anyone he loves, yet who finds himself loving and losing regardless

This man, who Parker would take by the shoulders, hold at arm's lenght, look up and down across the tapestry of all manner of hurt and loss that has been woven into his skin and his soul and ask

"What the hell happened to you, friend?"

Queerest Bill (TM)

This scene had me cracking up in my living room at 2am so I was legally obligated to draw it.

(AU by the incredible @ckret2 go read it, I’ve already gotten 2 people to read it and I want to infect more)

I absolutely LOVE the Bill Goldilocks Cipher AU. (AU by @ckret2) I love it to bits. I think that its important everyone knows WHY I love it so much so more after the cut

I have recently gotten into reading the Bill “Goldilocks” Cipher AU, and I’m absolutely in love. (As an important note, I am on chapter 45) Not just because of the characterization and how it feels like how all the characters would act and adventures that could happen in the show, but also because specifically what Bill looks like. And I WILL INFODUMP!

Bill, for context, is stuck in this body. it’s not something he’s possessing, it’s his own body, but it was made by a computer. He created it instantaneously to escape the Theraprism (in an INCREDIBLE one shot I suggest fans of the Book of Bill read)

But then he got stuck. He couldn’t leave it, his soul was essentially stitched to the body with no powers and no way to escape. And he hates it. Bills body doesn’t look like him, not because it’s a woman, because it’s a human, and he wishes he was still a 2D triangle. The FACT that it’s a woman, the fact that it doesn’t match up with what we the audience imagine Bill would look like, let’s us imagine some of that “this isn’t right” dysphoria that is so essential to the story and Bill’s characterization. Of course we would imagine Bill to be a man, but he isn’t here. When he says he hates how his body curves and moves, we think, “oh, he means cause he’s a woman” NAW HE JUST WANTS TO BE 2D! It’s BRILLIANT!

But that’s not all!

Bills entire reason for escape is because he doesn’t want to stop being himself. He doesn’t want the prison to take away his memories or make him “perfect”, he just wants to be him and he’ll do anything to stay himself. He wants to be free.

and then when he escapes to try to stay himself forever, to “freedom”, he’s immediately trapped again. He’s trapped inside Gravity Falls, he’s trapped with the Pines, but worse; he’s trapped in a foreign body. He isn’t himself. The thing he wanted most cost him what he was fighting for to begin with.

This AU is so beautiful. It’s amazing. I adore it. And Author, if you’re reading this, your work has brought me many days of brainrot and joy.

Also, importantly, I haven’t read through the authors blog, so there’s a chance that they just think Bill should be a woman and that’s just what he would look like humanized, and there’s nothing deeper than that and I’ve made a fool of myself. If that’s the case, and the whole “the audience understands the dysphoria” part isn’t correct, I apologize, but if that is what you were going for, you did it perfectly and please never stop writing because it inspires me.

Also I have more fan art coming this AU really did give me serious brainrot like nothing else

idk has someone done this yet

Mlp x Gravity falls | Rainbow Falls Au! HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL MY EYES???

Behold my brainrot personified! I decided to mash up my two hyperfixations for the Handyman AU and MLP lmao, I had to learn to *animate* for this.

Go check out the @handymanbill au it’s REALLY good

my Fursona

SHES A RAT AND I LOVE HER! she is either an alt queen or girliepop and there is no in-between

Little bastard.

Advil ibuprofen. He is terrible. Dramatic. Kick him. He deserves it.

I was havin a REAL bad day a while back….someone crossed a lot of lines and it all turned into a big huge thing. Lucky I had the friends I do who helped me through it.

guess who’s back…back again…!

I did art for this 🔥💕 Also this is something I’m really passionate about go check it out I can’t wait to see where it goes

The next Summer

If yes, tell me what it is in the tags!

gives u a banan

i love the vibes of just showing up to random ponies and passing them bananas lmaoooo, if this is ponyblur it’s already better than ponygram

Badge of my sona :)

The one problem with resurgence of Gravity Falls on Tumblr is that I’m now having trouble determining whether the art of a disheveled middle aged man with the unnaturally yellow eyes is Ford Pines or Arthur Lester from Malevolent.

Does tumblr know about the animation union yaoi yet

A old conversation….

commission for jay_sus_renamon_in_vent on discord!