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.
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.
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
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
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 you’re doing 95.”
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,
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.