Normal non-obsessive teenage girls
Uhhh I have no will power to draw digitally nowdays. BUT got some time to play Sailing with Stans and I LOVE IIIT! Check it out yourself if you can!!💖💖💖
Here are some cryon doodles, my prefered technique when it comes to drawing GF stuff 🌱
Under cut there is mild spoiler with MC (in my case it is obviously Celementine insert)
HITS YOU WITH FIDDAUTHOR BLAST
Ford's favorite place to be in Gravity Falls was the lake, solely because it reminded him of his brother and their childhood.
Some 30 years later Stan went fishing at that same lake and named his boat after the one they had built together .
Just two sentimental and very lonely brothers who missed each other so terribly.
Me, separating sugar cubes into individual grains: so you have 6? Which do you use as like, your arms haha
The ant whom I’ve befriended over the course of 3 weeks by feeding it singular granules of sugar: some things can’t be translated into the image of man
Me, imagining which legs it uses to jack off: True. That was myopic of me
The ant, imagining how I can jack off with only 4 limbs: don’t even worry Bout it
💬 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.
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.
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.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
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.
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.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
Im planning on reworking designs and maybe selling them during the summer !!!
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.