Hi! It Seems As If I'm Known On This Hellsaken App As Someone Who Made A Divider To Do With Tapeworms,

Wanted to draw something nostalgia.

I remember staying up late to watch the premier of the final episode of Gravity Falls. And afterwards, sitting in my chair after an emotional finale, I knew I wanted to be apart of that. With getting to work in animation and creating stories. (More specifically storyboards.)

Many, many years later, I did it. I'm in my 3rd year working in animation. I may not be a storyboard artist. But I instead design the characters and props for both TV and Movie productions! And I honestly owe Gravity Falls so much for guiding me there.

anatomy practice ft. stan

oouuhg when the violence and the affection are intrinsically linked

my favourite tumblr phenomenon

I want to KISS the person who made this display, that is AMAZING

have you noticed that they don't even want you right clicking anymore

Head canon: Stan and Ford have bunk beds, like on the ship as well as in the shack.

When they come back from sailing at sea for almost a year, they've gotten used to their sleeping arrangements; it reminds them a lot of when they were kids. It's comforting to know their brother is just above/below them.

So when they come back for the summer and they are in different rooms, it doesn't bother them at first; they actually think it's good not to listen to 'Stan's snoring' or 'Ford's scribbling' for once... but after they get everything set up and it's time for bed, neither of them can sleep; they just stare blankly at the ceiling.

At first both of them don't know why; they both toss and turn. Ford starts reading to see if that could tire him out, but it doesn't work. Stan starts counting smuggled pugs over the border; that doesn't work either...

"What if he has a nightmare?" Stan thinks to himself.

"Is Stanley having a hard time sleeping too?"

"What if he needs me?" They both think in unison.

Ford gets out of bed right away and grabs his pillow to go to Stan's room.

Stans was a bit hesitant at first till he heard a knock on his door, so he opened it, and it was Ford standing there like a kid who had just come to pester his parents after a bad dream.

"Having trouble sleeping too, eh, Sixer?"

"Yeah, I can't get to sleep. Is... is it ok if I sleep with you tonight, Stanley?"

Stan has a big dopey smile on his face. "No problem at all, Pointdexter."

For the rest of that night, Stan and Ford sleep peacefully, hugging each other (platonically!).

The next day Ford buys a bunk bed for the shack and builds it with his brother.

pirate voice: there's a beautiful person out there reading this post, I can feel it in me bones

mailman voice: I'm curious, what did you make me sound like?

Fiddauthor yuri

forgot i had tumblr