its that time once again to get too technical so that i can have fun
anyway i was talkin to @imaginashon a few days back about weirdmaggedon and how bills time bubble stopped time. i could ask a million questions about how everything worked in and out of the bubble, but for now ill sum it down to two, did it stop the progression of age and how were those turned to stone effected?
and what i mean to say is, is stan now 3-4 (5?) days older than ford i feel like them dealing with these questions would turn into a+ content
Note: The long awaited second half of @witete‘s birthday gift!! Hope you like it, and sorry it took so long!! :0 Enjoy the Space Mum!!
Ford had not undergone a surgical procedure in a very, very long time. Not since his childhood, and even then, it was only a small surgery meant to repair a broken arm. He remembered being afraid. He remembered lying in an uncomfortable hospital bed, wearing a humiliating, scratchy gown. He remembered gentle hugs, soothing voices, a hand gently squeezing his, a voice saying, “Don’t worry Sixer, I’ll be right here when you wake up!”
“And do ya’ wanna know what’s so funny about this whole thing, sixer? What the real kicker is here? He still loves you! No matter how many times you kick him to the curb, he comes crawling back to you every single time! Isn’t that hilarious?”
I’ve just accepted the hundreds of wips I have for Gravity Falls.
Stanford’s frustration builds in his chest the more he looks around. He was so close to defeating Bill and then he was sucked into a world he thought was lost to him forever.
It only grows hearing the voice of his brother-muffled as it might be at the moment. He takes off his the constricting cloth and giggles so he can see better in the dimly lit room. He barely has time to make out a shape moving towards him before arms wrap around him.
His immediate reaction is to jerk away and get free, but he stops when he feels the person holding him trembling.
“Finally… finally,” Stanley says in a tight voice- he’s choking up.
It’s when something warm and wet hits his shirt that he realizes something’s wrong, but he’s not sure what.
He looks down in confusion at his younger brother with his face buried in his shoulder and can feel the back of his shirt being bunched up between fists.