Does anybody else remember the cringy things they've done in the past? I'm constantly haunted by those reminders ;-;
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Chat, Fiddauthor is slowly growing on me! I can kinda see it now :P
I don't regret hating Billford and I'm gonna keep hating it, that shit was one-sided and abusive asf (probably intentional but still I don't think they were actually together eugh) π
Stanford Pines? More like Pan Fried Pines
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Happy Summerween everybody, just spent most of my time imagining scenarios with Ford on this spooktastic day
Playing a special game of DD&MD filled to the brim with horrifying puzzles and monsters, going out trick-or-treating with the niblings, studying the Summerween Trickster together, and finally; ending the day off by watching horror movies and eating candy, falling asleep in his arms.
God, I am HOPELESS... ππ
Thinking about the guy but also my brain is too tired to think about anything so all that I can see in my mind is
GUYS IF YOU KNOW ABOUT ANY FORD SHIMEJI *PLEASE* TELL ME. I ALREADY HAVE ONE OF MABEL, NOW I JUST NEED ONE OF FORD GODDAMNIT
Grunkle Stan: "Dipper you were supposed to aim for the HEAD, ya dimwit, you missed him by an *earshot*!"
Dipper: "Grunkle Stan I'm sorry, I-I just- it doesn't feel right to shoot a guy-"
Grunkle Stan: "Jesus fucking christβ alright alright, *I'm* shooting next time and it's NOT gonna barely scrape his Cheeto-colored ass."
Mabel: "Why not ask Grunkle Ford to do it?"
Ford: "Do you really want a knock at the shack's door from the government *again*, Stanley? Unbelievable."
Goddamn I want my birthday to be here already, literally gotta wait until like near the end of July for it... sigh π