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i'm at the stage of writing this script where I am genuinely wondering if it is too weird, but you know? say what you want about this next video, but it definitely isn't the type of thing you can make with AI
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so about that new TBOB...
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 2 days ago
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pine tree
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 5 days ago
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Hey can we talk about the sweater choice in NWHS/ATOTS because OH MY GOD It's LITERALLY a key
The ultimate decision, the button, is left in Mabel's hands. By choosing not to press it, she *unlocks* the Pines history. Stan and Ford's side, and an explanation for why everything ended up this way.
She is the key to the past, the present, and the future (If she had pressed the button, Stan would've been arrested again and the consequences would've been much more severe..... Also.... No Ford.
Mabel was always gonna be the one to decide ughahh Mr Hirsch I love you
I'm very aware the sweaters are usually representative but this one in particular has me in a chokehold hello
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 5 days ago
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The reason why Stan likes his armchair more than any sofas: weight blanket twins
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Kinda sketchy meh
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 6 days ago
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My unsleeping city illustrations! Available early on my Patreon!
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 10 days ago
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okay hang on I need to see something
reblog for more data points etc etc
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 14 days ago
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Hey do you guys remember the Memory Vial AU?
Great me too.
Ford's thumb slides against the rims of Stan's glasses.
One way, slow, then back the other. The plastic under his fingertip is dull and worn, Stan only ever bought a pair, in the twenty something years he's had glasses. One pair, and Soos says it's because Stan complained about having glasses at all.
Ford wouldn't know.
He never heard his brother complain about his glasses. Or complain about paying the electricity bill, which Ford immediately forgot about. He never heard his brother complain about the food of Gravity Falls, or the weather in different seasons.
Ford didn't live through all four seasons with his brother as an adult. Stan didn't live at all.
It's snowing outside now. Little dots of white drift gently and settle into the undisturbed plane of white. It reminds Ford of the one other time he saw Stan in snow, the first time, the only time since their childhood. When he'd called Stan to Gravity Falls in the first place.
Ford's thumb slides against the rims of Stan's glasses.
There are tears sliding down Ford's face. His eyes ache from them, the right one especially, but he doesn't lift his hands to wipe them away. At this point, crying doesn't even feel like crying anymore. It just feels like breathing.
An intake of air. Hold. Stanley is dead. Tears run down Ford's cheeks. Exhale. Ford's thumb slides against the rim of Stan's glasses.
When they buried him, they put him in the ground in his Mr Mystery suit.
Technically it was the best thing Stan owned, the easiest thing they had on hand for him.
Ford was wearing it, and Stan was wearing his clothes, when all was said and done and the sky put itself back together. But the world was missing a piece, and Ford will never get it back.
He'd been the one to redress Stan properly. The suit jacket, the leather shoes, all of it.
The only thing Ford didn't return was the fez, and the glasses.
They didn't bury Stanley with his glasses.
It feels like one last betrayal.
Ford's thumb slides against the rims of Stan's glasses.
No one can fault Ford for it, can they?
He's not sure what stage of grief he's in. They all blur together, anger into acceptance and then back to bargaining. One morning Ford woke up and trashed what was left of the basement downstairs. The next, he couldn't get out of bed.
Today, he made it as far as his bedroom doorway, before the world got too heavy again.
Ford's thumb slides against the rims of Stan's glasses.
If he wakes up tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, Ford wonders if there will ever be a moment when each breath he takes doesn't feel like theft. Like a robbery of a better man, like the desecration of a grave.
He'd switch their places, if he could.
On the surface it seems like a beautifully self sacrificial thought. But Ford knows it's because between the two of them, Stan was always the survivor.
Thirty years Ford lived in the multiverse. Thirty years Stan survived after putting him there.
For thirty years Stan carried his guilt, used it to build a place, a home and a family and the portal, all at once.
Ford crumbles under the weight of his own.
He misses his brother.
Ford's thumb slides against the rims of Stan's glasses.
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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Uhhhhh
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WHO THE FUCK IS THAT
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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Something silly I made with my free will
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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I鈥檓 trying out this mostly lineless style after doing it for Goose Grunks AU and decided to do a screepcap redraw of baby Stan
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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this post but with gravity falls because it's pride month
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and also just. why not.
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anyways. that is all. happy pride!!!
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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a stop motion thing i did for finals in art a few weeks ago! It was...a very rushed project, and my first stop motion ever, but I think it came out rather charming in the end. I got an A on it and everything so I might as well share it.
Filmed over the course of a week from 10-1 am every night with a Lot Of Clay!
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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im selling lil ford to one direction guys
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im glad i waited until morning to post this i forgot the entire will/will not draw page fiuhvrfiuh
i really recommend looking through my art first if you dont already look at it so you know what you're buying btw!!
i doubt anyones gonna want a commission of specifically things i want to draw but im going through something of an art block and this makes it easier so i figured id give it a shot so dm me or send in an ask (i can answer them privately in case you dont know) if you're interested!
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 15 days ago
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"And now I know why! He hates me!"
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mysteryshack-hrt-liveblog 17 days ago
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Edit I made. Pines Family game night one year later
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