graboidfarmer

[graboidfarmer]

I’m sorry everyone, but I’ve come to the decision that I have to get off of tumblr and other sites, including AO3. I have begun to recognize that I have some mental issues, including anxiety and OCD tendencies, and I’m becoming fixated on things to an unhealthy degree. I feel especially bad for all of my readers. But I have to put my mental health first. I am taking steps toward getting help for my condition. I hope you all can understand, and I wish you the best. ❤️

[graboidfarmer]

I can relate to this.

“Billdip” “Mabill” “Stancest”

#sorry but if you’re into any of this… don’t follow me #gravity falls

[graboidfarmer]

While writing last night, it occurred to me that the Gravity Falls Gossiper would have the most insane newspaper article titles ever. Here’s one I came up with:

“Manotaurs Assist with Demolition Project; ‘Git ‘em!’ Encourages Mayor”

And I decided this would be a fun game to play. So reblog with your own title! I tag @nelson-and-murdock, @journalnumberthree, @i-prefer-base-twelve, and whoever wants to do it!

#these are GOLD jerry #gravity falls gossiper challenge

[graboidfarmer]

While writing last night, it occurred to me that the Gravity Falls Gossiper would have the most insane newspaper article titles ever. Here’s one I came up with:

“Manotaurs Assist with Demolition Project; ‘Git ‘em!’ Encourages Mayor”

And I decided this would be a fun game to play. So reblog with your own title! I tag @nelson-and-murdock, @journalnumberthree, @i-prefer-base-twelve, and whoever wants to do it!

#gravity falls gossiper challenge #gravity falls #tag game #chain post

[graboidfarmer]

Alslgjgkal I cannot BELIEVE THIS MAN

#this is still the only Valentine I like #stanley pines #stan pines #grunkle stan #alex hirsch

[graboidfarmer]

Just a little note to say that on today this day of commercialized romance and forced affection, you’re all valid whether you’re in a romantic relationship or not. You’re valid if you’re single or married or in a poly relationship or are ace/aro or whatever you are. You are valid, you are not some puzzle with a piece missing if you’re not in a relationship, you are a whole person and you are valid as you are.

#👏👏👏 #Valentine’s Day can be a harmful holiday #why put unnecessary strain on a relationship because the calendar told you #love should be celebrated every day of the year #also there’s nothing wrong with flying solo

[graboidfarmer]

Hello! I was wondering what your url is in reference to? (I recently watched a movie where the monster was named graboid. They were like giant underground worms)

You’re correct! “Graboids” are what they call the big worm monsters in the movie Tremors. They made a couple sequels, but I only really like the first one. It’s cheesy and ridiculous and pokes fun at itself and at monster movies in general.

#ask graboid #nour386 #tremors #my dumb username

[graboidfarmer]

Yoooooooooooooo! CONGLATURATION!!! I am honoured on your behalf :P. Since you're taking drabble requests, I had a really out-of-left-field idea: something involving Mouse and Robbie (because it occurred to me that I don't think they've interacted much in the main fic, if at all, and I wanna see your take on insecure emo boy. :V)

Thanks for the request, this was so much fun! I love getting to stretch my nerd muscles. (Also this turned out hella long.

It’s another typical day at the library: filling hold requests, reshelving books, selecting others to be put up for sale. There’s a certain point when it becomes mindless busy work, and you fall into a trance. At first you don’t even notice the teenaged boy standing in the middle of the Romance section.

He’s tall and skinny, with jet-black hair that covers eyes rimmed with smudged liner. You recognize him as the boy who dated Wendy and terrorized Dipper last summer; Dipper’s drawings of him are shockingly accurate. Robbie Something. He’s hunched over a paperback sporting an image of a muscle-bound man and a scantily-clad woman riding a wild-eyed stallion. Poor horse must be in agony.

The kid’s expression is that of mingled bewilderment and horror. You decide to take pity on him. Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, you walk quietly over to him.

“Hi, can I—“

The book nearly flies out of his hand as he jerks in surprise. “Holy shit!” he gasps. “Where’d you even come from? You snuck up on me like a little…”

“Mouse?” you supply with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. You just looked like you might need some assistance.”

The teen narrows his eyes. “What, do you work here or something?”

In answer, you tap the name tag on your chest.

“Oh,” he blurts. “Right. No, I’m good. This?” He gestures at the lurid novel in his hands. “This isn’t— I don’t read this kind of stuff. This is just for… research. I’m working on a project.”

You pretend to ignore the obvious avoidance tactic. “Oh, what kind of project?” you ask with interest.

“Composition. I’m a musician.” He leans against the bookshelf behind him, the very picture of directionless youthful rebellion. “Indie punk rock. You probably wouldn’t be into it.”

You shrug. “I don’t know, I like the Ramones, and the Pixies. Are they punk?”

The kid’s eyebrows shoot upward, clearly not expecting that response. “Yeah,” he says slowly. “Yeah, those guys are legit.”

You suppress a smile. “So, you’re writing a punk love song?”

The boy — Robbie — immediately goes on the defense. “Maybe, so what?”

“No, that’s great,” you tell him. “It’s just… Harlequin romances may not be the best resource. From what I understand, punk is about defying stereotypes and cultural norms, and those books kind of perpetuate outdated, sexist ideas of love and gender roles.”

He gives a scoff. “So you’re some kind of love expert?” he asks skeptically.

You nearly let out a laugh. “Wow. Uhh, no. Quite the opposite, actually.” A harsh, bitter quality seeps into your voice, against your wishes. “I just read a lot. Librarian.” You clear your throat. “Anyway, I’ll be over here if you need help.”

You start to walk away, but Robbie calls to you. “Wait.”

Turning, you find him wringing the old paperback in his hands. “Okay, look,” he says in a low voice. “My girlfriend broke up with me over this stupid fight. I’m writing a song to get her back. Not like… get her back, like I want revenge,” he amends quickly. “I just… She’s super important to me, and I don’t want to lose her.”

He looks so genuinely remorseful, you can’t help feeling sorry for him. “I think a song would be a really sweet gesture,” you tell him quietly. “What sort of things does your girlfriend like to read?”

He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck. Fingerless gloves. Oof. “She’s… really into poetry,” he replies at last. “Shakespeare and Dickinson and Keats and crap like that.”

A smirk finds its way onto your face. “Okay, well, people wouldn’t still be performing Shakespeare’s plays four hundred years after he’d written them if they were crap, but anyway. Let’s check out the poetry section.”

He follows you like a lost puppy, the cheesy romance novel still clutched in one hand. “You know, writing songs is a lot like writing poetry,” you say as you scan the shelves. “They’re both about rhythm, flow, expression, hidden meanings.”

“Pshh, I know that.” His eyes dart around, as if expecting someone to challenge his claim.

After a moment, you find what you’re looking for. “It sounds like your girlfriend has an appreciation for Gothic poetry. How familiar are you with Poe?”

For the first time, Robbie smiles. Well, almost anyway. “I’ve read some of his stuff for school. He wrote The Tell-tale Heart, right? That was sick.”

“He also wrote a lot of poetry. Not just ‘The Raven’, but some beautiful love poems. They’re full of such vivid imagery and loss and melancholy, and his use of rhythm is masterful.”

Ah, dream too bright to last!

Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise

But to be overcast!—

You shake your head. “I’d recommend ‘Annabel Lee’, ‘A Dream within a Dream’, and ‘To One in Paradise’, for starters,” you say, handing him an anthology of poems. “Just don’t copy out of them, because I can almost guarantee your girlfriend has already read them.”

Robbie’s cheeks turn red. “Yeah, no, I learned my lesson. I write all my own songs now.”

You check his book out for him at the front counter, glancing at his full name on the computer screen. Robbie Valentino. Appropriate, you think with a smile as you slide the book back to him.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“No problem,” you reply. “Good luck. Oh, hold up!” you add as he starts to leave. He frowns, but stays where he is as you run to the Fiction section and grab an additional book: High Fidelity. “This isn’t poetry, but I think you might find it interesting. It’s about a guy who works in a record store and loves music. He goes through a breakup and has kind of an existential crisis, but he learns a lot of things about himself. And his name is Rob.”

Robbie blinks a few times. “Uhh… okay, I’ll check it out.” You quickly scan it and hand it to him. “Later.”

His manner is amusingly furtive as he leaves, as if he’s terrified that someone he knows will see him carrying around a book of poems. But at least he took them. There’s hope for him yet.

The next time Robbie comes in to the library, he makes a beeline to the counter just to inform you that his girlfriend loved the song, and they’re back together. He invites you to come hear his band play at the all-ages club in town, and that you had better not “lame out”. As you watch him go with another armful of poetry, you feel strangely smug.

You may have been a nerd in school, but it’s finally paying off.

#drabble request #presidentstalkeyes #where the light is #mouse (gf) #robbie valentino #I just can’t hate this hopeless kid

[graboidfarmer]

I request Ford and Mouse at the lake together (fic or art, I’m fine either way)

@nelson-and-murdock It’s a bit longer than a drabble, but WHO CARES

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You park your car and switch off the engine, looking out your windshield at the scene before you. It’s a scorching hot summer day, and Lake Gravity Falls is absolutely swarming with townspeople trying to cool off in the muggy heat. As you peel yourself out of your seat, legs sticking to the faux leather, your immediate impulse is to run straight for the water. But of course, Ford has other ideas.

“Hurry along, Mouse,” he says briskly, hopping out of the passenger side of the car and helping you out. “We’re burning daylight!”

“Wouldn’t it be better to wait until there’s a little less daylight?” you grumble, squinting in the sun. He just grabs your gross, sweaty hand and pulls you along like a rag doll. Whatever.

He leads you past the crowds along the shore, and you find yourselves picking your way over rocks, fallen branches, and scraggly bushes as you circumnavigate the lake. You stop at one point to watch your old friend the Parasaurolophus as it wades in the shallow water, dunking his head under the surface to pick aquatic plants. You’re glad it’s doing well. You’re equally glad that its fellow denizen of the mines, the Utahraptor, isn’t around to terrorize the valley.

At last Ford brings you both to a halt, urging you to crouch down behind a clump of cattails and stay silent. You frown, wondering what on earth is supposed to be happening, but he points a finger at a very familiar-looking hole in the wet earth just above the shoreline. Almost as if on cue, a stout little plaidypus squeezes its way out of the opening and waddles down to the water.

It’s immediately followed but a pair of tiny, fat, adorable plaidypus babies. They’re both greenish-blue in color, their tartan patterns barely coming in. You watch as they scamper after their mother, tumbling and tripping all over themselves. Good God.

“Oh, get out of town,” you whisper, reaching out and shoving Ford’s shoulder. “They’re so cute, I can’t stand it.”

He chuckles under his breath. “Worth sitting out here in the ninety degree heat and one hundred percent humidity?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You fight the urge to squeal in delight as the plaidypus young splash about. “How did you know about these little guys?”

Ford’s smile is smug. “I have my sources.”

“The gnomes?”

He huffs a laugh. “The gnomes,” he confirms. “I knew plaidypus breeding season was a few months ago, so I asked our forest-dwelling friends to keep an eye out for nests. Last week they spotted these two first venturing out of their den, and came to inform me.”

You feel a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the heat. This man really recruited a bunch of gnomes to help him plan an outing that he knew would make you happy. Talk about an anomaly.

“Twins,” you observe, holding his gaze with your own. “I love twins.”

He smiles. “Twin brothers, I believe.”

“Stan Junior and Ford Junior,” you dub them, making him snort with amusement. “Oh, I should have brought Porridge! She would have loved playing with them.”

“Unfortunately, plaidypuses are solitary animals, much like their non-patterned kin,” says Ford. “And they’re very territorial. I’m afraid this female would feel threatened by the presence of an intruder.” He shakes his head. “Frankly, I’m amazed that Porridge is so social. She gets along with everyone and everything, including pigs, goats, and Multi-bears.”

You watch as the babies and their mother look over at you with interest, but don’t show any signs of alarm. “These ones don’t seem particularly frightened of us.”

“No,” Ford agrees. “It’s curious; plaidypuses seem to have no sense of self-preservation when it comes to larger creatures, unless they pose a direct threat to them. They must sense that we mean them no harm.”

You both stand up slowly, not making any sudden moves so as not to startle your little friends. But they’re completely unbothered as they root about in the mud for worms.

“I love them,” you declare, taking Ford’s hand. “And I love you. Thank you for dragging my sweaty ass out here to see them.”

Even in the sweltering heat, he manages to blush. “Well… I would think it apparent by now that I’d do anything for you.” The corner of his lips twitch. “And your ass. Sweaty or otherwise.”

A surprised laugh escapes you. Bending down, you dip a hand into the water and splash him. With an indignant noise, he reaches down and splashes you back, his six-fingered hand creating a much wider spray. Soon you’re both knee-deep in the water, laughing and splashing each other relentlessly while the family of plaidypuses watch in confusion.

#ask graboid #drabble request #nelson-and-murdock #where the light is #ford x mouse (oc) #baby platypuses are called puggles and if that isn’t the cutest thing ever I don’t know what is

[graboidfarmer]

AAAAHHH @angelbirdo this is the sweetest thing ever!! No one has ever written a story based on my fic before, and the timing just makes it even better. And it’s so damned CUTE!! Thank you so much!

Yk, you were warned in the tags of my last post that this was very inevitable--

UH, yeah! @graboidfarmer, my beloved /p, has a super bomb ass Ford/Reader fic, and today is its anniversary! Neither of us realized until like, yesterday, I think, because I mentioned it and then Grab was like "Oh okay" and then I reminded her again this morning so she had'a nyoom to make an announcement post *wheeze*

ANYWAYS YEAH, It's fluffy, it's short, it's just Ford and Mouse because I'm super nervous about trying to write multiple unfamiliar characters at a time, but! It's there nevertheless

#how do i even tag this #fic inspired by my fic?? #stanford pines x reader #gravity falls fanfiction #look just read it

[graboidfarmer]

So Ford told Abeula that he did intend to marry Mouse if she’ll have him. How would Ford propose? Would he be a nervous wreck the whole time?

Ford is an incurable nerd, and so is Mouse, and they first bonded over ciphers, so he would absolutely plan an elaborate and ridiculously convoluted series of clues and codes to lead her to some special place, where he would be waiting to propose. But he would be sweating bullets the entire time, wondering if he made it too difficult, or if it was too much in general. And when Mouse finally showed up, he’d be so relieved that he would completely forget why he was there, and totally botch his proposal speech, but it wouldn’t matter, because she had a feeling it was coming all along.

#ask graboid #ramblesanddragons #where the light is #wtli anniversary

[graboidfarmer]

So I almost completely failed to realize it, but today is the one-year anniversary of Where the Light Is!!! Here’s a gif interpretation of how I feel about my readers:

I never expected my crazy story with its weirdly specific premise to get the response that it has, or to become the most kudos’ed FordxReader fic on AO3 (not counting crossover fics 😅). I’m so overwhelmed and grateful to everyone who has read, left comments, sent me asks and requests, made fanart, and just… Yeah. I don’t know how to thank you all. You guys are the best.

I figured I should do something for the occasion, so send me asks! Shoot me a question, drawing idea, drabble request, you name it! I’ll do my best to make it happen!

#where the light is #fanfiction anniversary #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines x oc #ford pines x reader #ford pines x oc #ford x mouse (oc) #gravity falls fanfiction #fic announcement

[graboidfarmer]

Forduary, week 2:

Dungeons, Dungeons, & More Dungeons

#morning rebloop #why do I post things so late

[graboidfarmer]

Forduary, week 2:

Dungeons, Dungeons, & More Dungeons

#forduary #forduary 2022 #forduary2022 #stanford pines #ford pines #gravity falls fanart #my art

[graboidfarmer]

JURASSIC PARK (1993) JURASSIC WORLD DOMINION (2022)

#AAAAAAAAAHHHHH #dr alan grant my beloved #dinosaurs eating people my other beloved

[graboidfarmer]

It has belatedly come to my attention that storyboard Ford is a ridiculous fluffy duckling. So I had to redraw him.

Since people seemed to enjoy the owl Ford challenge, I thought it might be fun for everyone to draw their version of storyboard Ford, too! …StoryFord? Anyway, feel free to add your own!

#aaaah he’s adorable #I should be working but screw it #I must reblog #storyboard ford challenge #cbmagus49

[graboidfarmer]

Soo, since @forduary's week 2 theme is Dungeons Dungeons And More Dungeons, I figured maybe it would be about time to revisit my old DnD design for Ford! I really do want to get back to that whole project, now that I'm thinking about it...

#ooooh very cool gobbs! #forduary2022 #stanford pines