It's Time Again For The ✨#ADHDCosmicTakeover!✨ My Comic This Year Is About Pinballing Helplessly

Moment of peace inbetween observing/punching anomalies

they’re judging you so hard kathy omg

bonus:

only gonna post one reupload today :]

here's a mabel animatic!! we love angst right

so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.

doing perimeter patrols is a common but little known ptsd symptom, and i think ford doing it not only makes sense for him post-portal but also is a great way to force awkward, impromptu conversations between him and everyone else

a note on "fordtramine"

just a thought while im working on a comprehensive history of bill.

by now i'm sure it's common knowledge that stanford's favourite colour is "fordtramarine", a colour only him and bill are able to see due to bill rewiring his optic nerve as a gift, but something i find very interesting is this page from thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com

specifically, that note at the bottom on the "beautiful" paintings ford submitted to (unsuccessfully) demonstrate the colour. most of them are normal, including a self portrait in gouache until you get to "(E) A muse, oil on canvas".

not only that, but in the abstract ford writes that "specific two dimensional entities may act in the same way as a prism, refracting light.... new perceptions"

something something devoting a painting to your muse in the colour that they let you name, that they gifted you with the ability to see. something something bill acting as a prism, like the crystals ford keeps all over his house, that ford can look through, like a doorway into a world entirely made of the weird and wonderful that you connect so deeply with. a world that you can never show anyone else, your canvases are always blank and no-one else has the eyes that you do, your study is rejected and no-one will hear you out.

do you think bill felt that way? growing up, able to see what others couldn't, "its not your fault you have that strange eye", "the doctor says three sips a day will make the visions go away", able to see an entirely different dimension to his own parents, always too different and too strange and too weird.

CODES: "THEY'LL SEE" "THEY'LL ALL SEE" "THE EUCLYDIAN DEPT OF VISION SUPERVISION"

growing up in a world where it seems that seeing beyond the norm is heavily punished, it's kind of telling that bill's gifts to ford are often relating to seeing or knowing things that ford would never experience without bill (new colours, new directions for his research, his mindscape, the portal). the gift of vision from a god who grew up being blinded. bill really is his all-seeing eye, in a lot of ways.

in the same way, fiddleford's gifts to ford almost always revolve around very human comfort (gloves to fit his hands specifically, a pet to keep him company, a snowglobe reminder of the time they spent together) comfort that he was too distracted to devote to his wife and child, only ever to ford who broke or threw them away.

fiddleford accepted ford for who he was, and he showed that through his gifts. all of ford's strangeness and brilliance, gloves made specifically to protect and warm six fingers, a pet that looked like him for him to ramble to when fidd is gone. bill's gifts were brilliant and tailored just for ford, but they were isolating. experiences he could only have with bill, things that made him stranger, more alone, pulled him further into the weirdness, the grey area. all in preparation for the day bill would take things too far, and pray ford, so alike to him, would join him.

In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

Day 21 (page 25d) (goth phase ver. under the cut)

In the echoing remnants of Weirdmageddon, Mabel had one question for herself:

Was she a good person?

Sure, the whole unicorn 'pure of heart' thing was a farce. And, sure, her Mabel Bubble was classic Bill Cipher manipulation. But if she hadn't given the rift to him--- if she hadn't been so selfish---

Mabel wasn't scared of Bill coming back (she didn't doubt the powers of Stan's punches) and she wasn't scared of 'the next big bad' like Dipper was. She wasn't even scared of her Grunkles going off to sea--- she knew they would come back. She was scared, in the way a child can be, of herself. She wanted to be a good friend, a good sister, a good niece, a good person. She wanted to be so golden-hearted that no one could convince her into doing something so selfish again. Her time after Bill is the time, she determines, to reinvent herself into something better.

She starts to give up parts of herself, in order to serve others better. All of her knitting projects must be gifts to others, so she stops wearing sweaters herself. Ducktective was her favorite show, so she stops watching it. Forcing others to look at her crafts is selfish, so she hides them, doesn't share them, eventually stops making them. Mabel dissolves into a shell of herself, because she's trying to become something better. Loud, bright, colorful Mabel helped start Weirdmageddon, so she had to die. She doesn't share her fears or her nightmares, because that would selfish, but sometimes she dreams that they all just left her in her Bubble to rot away, and the world was better for it.

The kids are visiting the Shack at the same time the Grunkles are rolling into port, so it should be loud and chaotic and covered with glitter, but it's not--- Stan has never been so unnerved. He finds Mabel on the porch, but it's not the Mabel he knows--- reading quietly, wearing all black, eyes pinched and tired. She smiles when he sits next to her, but it's a dim smile. Stan's heart hurts

"Mabel," Stan says, his voice gruff, but not gruff enough to hide his concern, "The parts of my life where I was my worst, my meanest, my saddest? Those were the days when I pretended to be something I wasn't." He holds up a lumpy pink and purple sweater he learned to knit just for her, because he was a good Grunkle, dammit. "Pumpkin, I think we need to have a talk about guilt."

i cant stop thinking about the AUs where the Axolotl was the one who caused or directly lead to the destruction of Euclydia