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I loved this part of the Mouthwashing game haha! (I am in denial)

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anya gets her degree (she invited the crew to the graduation)

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Howdy! Just wanted y’all to know that I’m gonna be moving to another account, Wanderin-Cowboy. I won’t be posting on this account any more, I’ll be posting on the new account. It’ll have the same background photo but a different profile photo. I’ll be re-blogging what I’ve posted on here.

See ya there!

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This feels like something Stan would buy off of Facebook Marketplace.

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“Sorry not sorry”

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Stan’s going through it after waking up as a ghost. Actually, let’s be honest— he’d been going through it for a long while now.

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I posted the first chapter of a new Gravity Falls story, “I Know How To Live (I Don’t Know How To Die)” where Stan is a ghost and ghost shenanigans ensue.

If you haven’t checked it out yet, please do so! And let me know what y’all think.

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Me: ☝️🤠

Stan: 🤨😧

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AO3 IS BACK UP! If you haven’t seen it already, chapter 11 of Meet Me On The Strange Trails is up! I hope y’all like it

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Ao3 is down for a bit!

Not sure about y'all, but Ao3 is down for me at the moment– apparently due to a DDoS attack– so I'll have to find something to occupy myself with until it's back up.

Good luck to the Ao3 volunteers with getting the site back up! Y'all are the best.

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My favorite goober ever

old man

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Pedro Pascal is Webslinger 😍

webslinger….

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“Stanley, I wasn't trying to send you away with the journal to get rid of you... You were just the only person I knew I could trust. I'm still... upset about the science fair project, but... I have missed you, Stan. And I'm... I'm sorry you've been through so much."

Stan's breath hitched. Sorry... When had anyone told him sorry before? Crampelter never apologized, and Pa most definitely didn't, and Ford never had to before, but he was now and wasn't even apologizing for something he'd done. He was just... sorry life had been so shitty to Stan. Tears prickled his eyes, but he swore he wasn't about to cry in front of his brother, too. Instead, he did what he always did; Deflect.

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"Maybe, maybe not. Sure hope so, though, 'cause we're all gonna need to work together to make this work."

Fiddleford quirked a brow, eyes wide. "Well, cut off my legs an' call me shorty! You actually sound sane! Most people I've seen 'round here are a few clowns short of a circus, y'know? Even Ford's a lil... well... crazy."

Nolan chuckled. "I get it. Folks 'round here are certainly... eccentric, and they don't really recognize when something is 'weird' anymore. When you live with gnomes rootin' through your trashcans and manotaurs punching your car, nothin' will faze you."

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Rico grabbed the man's throat, shaking him. "How," he growled. "do you know that? Any of that?"

"Because," the man wheezed, still smiling wide. "I know you, and I know Stan, and I know where Stan is. You're looking for him but can't find him. Lemme tell ya, you'll never find him here. He's not in Utah."

"New Mexico?"

"Not there either."

"Then where is he?"

The man smiled, eyes glinting yellow in the light of the setting sun. "You ever heard of a place called Gravity Falls, Oregon?"

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Some of my favorite moments from chapter 11 of “Meet Me On The Strange Trails”, Way Out There. This chapter was so much fun to write lol! I’m kind of excited to write more from Rico’s point of view, too 😈

Also, something I feel like pointing out because it’s a detail I really like: Toward the end of the chapter there’s a line that says ‘The man smiled, eyes glinting yellow in the light of the setting sun.’

This line is a reference to one of my favorite Lord Huron songs, “Setting Sun”.

“Now that the deed is done

I’m just waiting for night

And the fading light of the setting sun.”

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IN REGARDS TO MY STORY STRANGLING VINES

Just wanted to say real quick that I’m not planning to abandon my story Strangling Vines on Ao3, I just haven’t been super motivated to write it lately, and I’ve been struggling to focus on it, so I’m taking a break. Right now I’m super fixated on Gravity Falls for some reason, so I’m focusing on stories for that instead.

I really appreciate everyone who’s been supporting the story though! It’s one of my first fan fictions so it really isn’t great, but y’all really made me happy with your kind comments. I don’t know when the next update will be, but I will do my best to finish that story.

Thanks for understanding! Talk again later 👋

-Wander

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“Look, I’ve been around the world, ok? Whatever it is, I’ll understand.”

“There is nothing about this I understand.”

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Snippet from Meet Me On The Strange Trails chap. 11: "Way Out There"

"Ignoring me won't work, Stanley." Ford spoke up suddenly. Stan blew out a breath.

"Wha'd ya want from me Ford, a detailed description of my time away from home? Should I write it out on a dainty piece 'a paper like I'm a maiden writing in my diary? Dearest Stanford, since being banished from home I've made the unfortunate discovery that life on the streets fuckin' sucks. Warm regards, your idiot brother Stan." 

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Sneak-peek of a new story in the works!

I've got a story saved in my drafts that I'm slowly working on. Another Gravity Falls fan fiction (because I'm currently obsessed) titled "I Know How To Live (I Don't Know How To Die)." It'll have plenty of H/C, brotherly bonding, ghosts, amnesiac Stan, and supernatural elements (of course).

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Summary:

Stan couldn't explain it if he tried. All he knew was that one minute he was alive– heart beating, blood pumping, the whole shebang– and the next he was dead– No pulse, see-through, lying in the middle of a forest clearing. He couldn't remember much, but he was pretty sure he'd been in New Mexico last he'd checked. To make things even stranger, there was a sort of tug in his chest like something was trying to guide him somewhere…

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" It seemed that– as of yesterday– he was dead, which didn't surprise him much considering the life he'd lived. Still though, death didn't come without its mysteries, of which included, "How did I die?" and "Where the hell am I?" It seemed that instead of heaven or hell, Stan had ended up in the middle of some random ass forest which, if you asked him, was worse than just ending up in hell, mainly because he didn't know what to expect. "

" Maybe it had to do with unfinished business or whatever. Didn't that happen with ghosts sometimes? He remembered hearing Ma talk about it years back during a few of her psychic readings. Maybe that was why he'd ended up in the middle of nowhere, and maybe, if he followed this feeling and completed his task, he'd be able to move on. Not that he wanted to go to hell, which was probably gonna be his next stop, but the woods were getting boring. Whatever he was getting into, he just hoped it was interesting. "