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[querytheauthor]

education

(learned recently that there's a higher concentration of stress hormones in emotional tears, pretty interesting fact!! figured minified!ford might want to teach the masses)

[querytheauthor]

education

(learned recently that there's a higher concentration of stress hormones in emotional tears, pretty interesting fact!! figured minified!ford might want to teach the masses)

[querytheauthor]

Right... I'm sure you wouldn't. In either case, I will be keeping this advice in mind. Thank you!

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT LOOK I’M SORRY FOR THREATENING YOU, OKAY SIX? ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE I’VE SEEN ANOTHER FORD I GOT A LITTLE EXCITED, A LITTLE HASTY. I AM TRYING TO GET BETTER IN THE THERAPRISM I JUST SLIPPED BACK INTO SOME BAD HABITS IS ALL. LETS START OVER, YEAH? I’LL EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR THE JELLYBEAN THING EVEN IF THEY TASTE CHALKY AND GET STUCK BETWEEN YOUR TEETH.

- @doingthisfortherapydotcom

I'm not sure I can trust this. How do I know that this isn't more trickery? That one moment of slipping into your "bad habits" won't lead to utter catastrophe? And, for the record, nothing can "taste" chalky—'chalky' is an adjective for texture! Even furthermore, I heavily doubt that an apology is in your vocabulary in the first place.

[querytheauthor]

This is quite kind, if not slightly aggressive. Thank you either way.

[querytheauthor]

[OOC: I'll get to your asks by 11:00 AM-3:00 PM EST! Feel free to take this time to drop in any that you'd like answered. I hope you have a wonderful day, and if your day is ending, I hope it was at least decent or enjoyable enough!!!]

[querytheauthor]

Have fun! Or, alternatively: find improved results to your liking!

I feel like a home design expert every time I redecorate this room. Except everything is throwing me off at the same time.

Have you tried wearing a parachute or a jet-pack? Ha-ha!

[querytheauthor]

Stanford's eyes lit up even more at the creation of the lock, and he unconsciously leaned forward. "Absolutely interesting!" He remarked. "You can produce matter and, ergo, objects of what I assume to be any kind?" He raised a brow, then leaned back.

This interaction was getting more and more intriguing by the second, and, quite frankly, he was glad at this point that he hadn't turned and ran either direction at the sight of a mysterious figure. This boy wasn't... as intimidating as he'd expected, to be entirely honest—but what he did do was catch his attention, and he caught it very well. At the explanation, he brought a hand to his chin.

"An accident? Did you see it was supposed to be someone else?" He questioned, his curiosity relentlessly bombarding him without him seeming to even realize it. "Is it a curse of some sort? A familial mutation that you intervened? A sacrifice, or a misfire?"

Outside the shack, in the thick woods, a figure lurked. He was half-hidden by a tree, which one of his dark clawed hands rested on. The mostly brunette boy had a striking resemblance to Dipper, mostly in the face, but a lot of key features were off. He had yellow slitted eyes, for example. The figure seemed to stare at the shack, worry present in his gaze.

(I tried to sort of draw in the GF style!)

- @the-bitterness-of-death

When the unusualogist had decided to take a walk in the nearby forest, he certainly hadn't expected an encounter like this.

Stanford was following an imaginary path, as he had been for the past thirty seconds. It was one he'd habitually found himself taking year after year, venture after venture. Each time his foot hit the ground it felt like an instinctual movement; muscle memory that he'd developed on his own. He was focused as he watched his brown boots rise and fall in a familiar, rhythmic pattern—so focused, in fact, that he didn't notice as the tip of his right boot jammed into a large rock, the force of it nearly causing his glasses to fly off his face.

His eyebrows shot up as he let out a cartoonish yelp, and he caught himself before he could fall. He sincerely hoped nobody saw that—that was quite embarrassing. When he lifted his head to fix his crooked glasses, he saw the sight of a mysterious but small figure peeking out from behind the bark of a nearby tree.

He blinked once, twice, scanning the figure's features from about six metres away. Oddly enough, they resembled Dipper—but he was no fool, he could tell something more was off. The yellow eyes, the clawed hands... He was certainly in for an interesting interaction.

"Who are you?" He called out, taking a few steps forward.

[querytheauthor]

That would entirely depend on your home dimension, though I certainly have gotten around to visiting other variations of myself. Yourself? Us? I'll sort out the pronoun details at a later time. How are you doing over there?

Hello? I am testing out this journal. It is said to be responsive, but I am unsure. Please give me a sign of life, or a response of some sort.

@institute-of-oddology-founder

Greetings! This is your prompted sign of life. I am, indeed, alive.

[querytheauthor]

Some ridiculous things must be done for the better of science, even if they put notebooks in harm's way.

I feel like a home design expert every time I redecorate this room. Except everything is throwing me off at the same time.

Have you tried wearing a parachute or a jet-pack? Ha-ha!

[querytheauthor]

I should've assumed so. That's only logical, after all. I've only attended raves for the motivation of scientific results.

I feel like a home design expert every time I redecorate this room. Except everything is throwing me off at the same time.

Have you tried wearing a parachute or a jet-pack? Ha-ha!

[querytheauthor]

No reason. Nevermind. Discard the suggestion.

Can’t you just home school me??

@daughter-of-the-author

Although I certainly could, that would entirely take the thrill out of laughing at your teachers' attempts to correct grammatical rules that they don't even realize are fully mandated and responsibly used.

[querytheauthor]

It certainly is!

I got a tattoo of Bill on one of my forearms so I came flip him off occasionally or mock him by saying stuff like "how's therapy going?" and even showing him his fears but now I'm wondering what you would do to mess with Bill since he's powerless now

One of the many great things about having six fingers is that I carry the ability to dedicate four middle fingers towards someone at a time.

[querytheauthor]

Get hit with random incorrect quotes (I'm on a rampage)

Fiddleford : Can I have a private talk with you?

Ford: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

Ford: Apparently, it was Rude™ of me to pitch in my two cents on a conversation I happened to overhear, despite agreeing with them.

Ford: On an unrelated note, I am no longer allowed in the ceiling vents.

Ford: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone.

Fiddleford : And I need you to be less vague and weird.

HAHAHA! These are quite amusing. Thank you for sharing.

[querytheauthor]

It can be exceedingly difficult to tell! I would recommend staying away from raves until you are absolutely sure.

I feel like a home design expert every time I redecorate this room. Except everything is throwing me off at the same time.

Have you tried wearing a parachute or a jet-pack? Ha-ha!

[querytheauthor]

...Yes, that certainly makes more sense, doesn't it?

I feel like a home design expert every time I redecorate this room. Except everything is throwing me off at the same time.

Have you tried wearing a parachute or a jet-pack? Ha-ha!

[querytheauthor]

Have you attempted wearing an animal or equivalent, costume-styled mask?

Can’t you just home school me??

@daughter-of-the-author

Although I certainly could, that would entirely take the thrill out of laughing at your teachers' attempts to correct grammatical rules that they don't even realize are fully mandated and responsibly used.

[querytheauthor]

That would be a logical route to take. Good luck. I hope you do not encounter any level 3+ ghouls!

I feel like a home design expert every time I redecorate this room. Except everything is throwing me off at the same time.

Have you tried wearing a parachute or a jet-pack? Ha-ha!