summer of stanley

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Daytime Pines!

[Sunset: Stanford; Sunrise: Stanley; Midday: Mabel; Midnight: Dipper]

anonymous asked:

Can we get a sketch of Stan showing off Ford's embarrassing baby photo as Ford tries to stop him?

Ford tries to burn it but Stan’s already made 50 copies and hidden them around the house.

@gfzine gave the OK for the full image eyyy! Really loved the colors in the gravity finale. I miss the show a lot ;u;

If you’ve ever taken a road trip through the Pacific Northwest, you’ve probably seen a bumper sticker for a place called Gravity Falls. It’s not on any maps, and most people have never heard of it. Some people think it’s a myth. But if you’re curious, don’t wait. Take a trip. Find it. It’s out there somewhere in the woods, waiting.

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i love gravity falls and im so excited that it’s back!!! so i made another pair of playlists to celebrate

a melancholy mix for stanley and stanford (listen here, tracklist here)

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an upbeat mix for dipper and mabel (listen here, tracklist here)

We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when…

Gravity Falls has made quite the impact on my life ever since my brother introduced it to me four years ago. A week after it has ended and my heart still aches. It’s basically one of my favourite animated series. I’m tremendously sad to see it go and I’m going to miss all the characters, but ultimately I’m just glad it happened and that it ended on a high note.

This piece is a huge thank you to the Gravtiy Falls team for making one of the funniest, cleverest, weirdest and greatest cartoon series of all time! Know that you have made something truly amazing and that you all, like the rest of us, will continue to find more weird and wonderful adventures.

Okay but consider

A Gravity Falls art book with this as the cover:

Think about it. We have Journal 3 coming out in July filled with information and sciency stuff we never knew about Dipper and Ford (and everything else about Gravity Falls for that matter), but it’d also be cool to have something fun and artsy and Mabel-y.

It could be filled with different scenery/background/episode art/concept art with maybe some sticker designs on the side and it’d be totally cute.

After all, it’s the book that saved it all.

Idk I just really want an artbook to go with my Journal 3 aheh. ;u;

who ever made it (cause was awhile back, do not remember where) Thank you

That AU where Wendy is a Slayer

such a bad ass idea

I was trying to remember who was her watcher (was it Ford or Stan???)

then I started thinking, if Ford was her Watcher, but disappeared, similar to the  way as in the show (supernatural or same portal) and Stan pretends to be him (and same as show, trying to get him back) but later finds out Ford also has the job as a Watcher and then Wendy’a Slayer powers awaken and now Stan gotta train this teenager with superhuman abilities to kill vampires.

all the Stan and Wendy bonding I could ever hope for :D

lets go punch some pale freaks

@marypsue: “ford fiesta tantrum”

Ford’s eyes closed reflexively as Stan took another hairpin turn at 75 miles an hour. He recited the first 30 prime numbers in his head, then opened his eyes- just in time to see Stan swerve out of the way of a logging truck.

In the wrong lane.

Ford did not survive a year at sea, fighting the worse chthonian monsters of the briny depths, to die in a dumb car accident.

It’d be one thing if they were in Stan’s old clunker, three tons of the finest and rustiest steel that Detroit had to offer. However, the El Diablo was in the shop after an…. Incident, involving Soos, the local gnome troop, and three gallons of maple syrup. Melody had been kind enough to lend them her Fiesta while they were in town for the summer to use but-

“STANLEY FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!”

“Yeah, yeah Sixer, I’m watching,” Stan said, oblivious to the freshly dead deer in the middle of the lane he had been within two seconds of running over.

Ford appreciated Melody’s thoughtfulness, especially since every time they rode in the twin’s car, he came out covered in glitter. But the fact remained that his brother was driving what was essentially a go-kart that was almost entirely plastic, and not the most sturdy and-

“Stan.”

“Mmmm?”

“Stan you’re doing 95.”

“So?”

Ford peered at a sign that went whizzing by way too fast.

“The speed limit through here is 40.”

Stan shrugged, and Ford saw the speedometer go up another click or two. “I like to think of them as more…. Suggestions! Yeah, suggestions.”

They just sped past a police station, because of course.

“Stan, this isn’t our car we’re using. I’m sure Melody won’t appreciate you destroying her vehicle.”

Stan waved him off-

“HANDS ON THE WHEEL HANDS ON THE WHEEL!”

-and scoffed. “Relax Ford, we’re almost there. Thanks to my excellent driving I may add!”

Were those blue and red flashing lights in the rearview?

“I really think you should let me drive Stan.”

His twin shook his head. “No can do poindexter; I’ve got thirty years’ experience on you after all.”

“I think you mean ‘thirty years somehow not dying.’”

They slowed to a stop at a red light that Stan thankfully decided to actually obey.

Ford unbuckled his seat belt. Stan wasn’t wearing his, as usual, which would make this easy.

“What are you doing Ford?”

“Well, since you’ve obviously taken leave of your senses twenty miles and two aerial maneuverers back, I’m taking control of the car. You are completely unfit to drive, Stanley!”

Stan muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Well, at least I wasn’t the one that scratched the Stan-O-War when we docked last month.”

Ford saw red.

The policeman could hear the screaming from three blocks away, screaming which continued in his car, even as he hauled both old men to county jail.

Tuesday, July 26th - popsicles, sea, refreshing
All Digital

I started with a piggyback ride, thought I’d end with a shoulder ride. Cause Fidds probably likes to be up high (even if I draw him taller than everyone when he’s younger) and Stan likes to be strong!

And I did! All 8 days. Wooooo! And most of at least some color thrown on them.