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making thibgs... to send people

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a herd of beasts approaches

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had to dig souper deep for these ones

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i made a lot more of these guys actually

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Reposting this again cause, like I said before, It's awesome

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original post

bonus:

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I was instantly inspired by @oldfashionedhand 's request of this disastrous parent teacher night.

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помойная семья

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PART 2

uhhhhhh don't repost without credit(?

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damn it all.

there’s no escape from it.

no escape.

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a comic about someone who gets a visit from the reaper a bit sooner than expected, but has someone whos been waiting for them 

Hey, do you like my art? Help support me and buy me a coffee! ko-fi.com/zipper ❤️

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McGucket Holidays

Alright, so it’s another holiday fic. However, it’s an important holiday fic! It has lot of plot in it! Sorry anyway for those of you tired of it. Some ideas inspired by this post by thesnadger’s tumblr post.

Mild warning for child abuse mentions.

Takes place during the events of my upcoming Fiddauthor Coffee Shop AU. Mostly just adorable fluff of Ford meeting the McGucket clan for the first time.

Ford was not expecting what he got when Fiddleford took Stan and him to his home in Alabama for the holidays. He was expecting a cute, quiet, well-behaved family, with Fiddleford’s older siblings and cousins chatting amiably with the other family members and his younger siblings and cousins playing quietly in the corner. That was how Hanukkah was and, as far as he was concerned, Christians were even more straight-laced.

What he got was barely organized chaos.

Everything was a bright, loud cacophony of colors, voices, laughter, shouting, clinking dishes, pounding feet, breaking items, and a tangle of mixing odors–the scents of farm animals, sweet grass and hay, food, and probably nearly a hundred people, all in one moderately sized house.

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Since Gravity Falls is ending soon, I thought I’d make this

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On Hippies and College Credits

For months, it was about the only thing Stanford did. To Fiddleford’s annoyance, it seemed that Stanford rarely slept.

Stanford Pines just knew that Backupsmore was going to be horrible. The dorms were only mostly bug-free, his parents hadn’t even bothered to help him move into his dorm, Stanley isn’t here– no, no he was just fine without Stanley, it’s not like his twin had been his only friend for years, it’s not like he missed him, god no. He just had to work his way through this, just like he’d worked his way through his last few months of high school, just like he’d worked through his first birthday without Stanley there. All he had to do was go to his dorm, unpack his bags, and meet his roommate. Just meet your roommate, hope they don’t think you’re a freak, get your PhD and get the fuck out of Backupsmore. Stanford took a deep breath, adjusting the grip he had on his suitcase, and opened the door.

“Greetings, I’m Stanford Pines–” Stanford stopped short, taking in the sight before him.

The first thing he noticed was the god awful tie dyed bedspread on one of the twin beds. There were gaudy, multicolored “PEACE” posters on the walls. His apparent roommate was a thin, wiry man with sandy blonde hair down to his shoulders, and– oh god, was that a goddamned banjo?

My roommate is a fucking hippie.

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It makes me angry that this is such a fucking bop