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i wanted to see how well i could draw ford in an hour :D

one thing that's always really stuck with me about this is... yes some galaxies have star clusters in their center but... some have a black hole in their center. ford you're fucking cooked either way.

pre-betrayal your life revolved around your love for him, post-betrayal your life revolved around your hate for him. who are you without a life dedicated to him? what does a galaxy do when it has nothing to orbit?

the "I'M STILL ON YOUR MIND" part from thisisnotawebsite has always been haunting to me for this reason, it makes this stuck point palpable. ford leaned over the side of the boat, staring at the water, stan chattering in the background but we can barely make out what he's saying, presumably because ford isn't really listening, too in his own head with thoughts of bill. and since the hidden code gives us more insight into bill's childhood, he's presumably thinking about him in a positive or melancholy way, rather than a hateful one.

even when ford is free, even when ford has everything he's ever wanted, even when ford has won, he's still lost.

For your consideration, imagine if Stan got the same idea that Dipper did, with the copier?

"If only I could be two places at once? Hmmm..."

It would definitely not end well, but I think in the beginning it'd be semi-functional? Like copy Stan would run the shack, while "Stan Classic" would work on the portal. And judging by Stan's reaction to wax Stan, I think they'd get on swimmingly right up until Copy Stan gets too comfortable "running things" in the shack and Stan Classic wants a day of being Mr Mystery to get his mind on other things.

Also the whole thing with his copy having the same stubbornness, pride and self loathing that Stan Classic has, it's inevitable they'll come to a head.

Very fun to consider, also both Stans initially wincing at seeing each other before squinting into each other's faces with skepticism like: "Yeesh, I'm getting old." And "Hey, who're you calling old?"

Followed by both of them staring, then laughing. "This guy!"

It could be literally any time during his stay in the shack too, and imagine if it was when he was still in his 30's?? Like the 30's are where the eksistential dread and crazy ideas start comin', that'd be prime time for Stan to make a copy of himself to be more places at once.

Thought id mash my two favorite things together: stanford pines and angels :3 I might make an actual finished piece of this at some point idk only time will tell

they should invent a cigarette that gives you vitamins and hrt and shit

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Caterpillars aren’t exciting enough it should be random what comes out of the cocoon. And for my third wish make my tits bigger again

💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

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Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

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My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

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