hums, i really miss writing wendy sometimes

“Pond side fog fortress”

(via #kylefinndempsey @instagram)

The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021)

Mabel: Can you recommend me a book that made you cry? Wendy: General Mathematics 6th Edition.

Wendy: We learn about the other planets too young.

Wendy: They should keep it a secret from us until we’re, like, 16 and be like “guess the fuck what”

Wendy: The ‘i’ in my name stands for I don’t care.

Dipper: There’s no 'i’ in your name...

Wendy: I don’t care.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤgravity falls:ㅤㅤwendy corduroy

Stan: what’s a more creative way to tell someone they’re fired?

Dipper: you’re unable to work here again

Soos: you’re jobn’t

Wendy: you’ve been promoted to customer

Mabel: you’re employeet

Sauntering into the Shack, Ezekiel perused the interior with the practiced eye of thief. His fingers and curiosity both itched as he began to rifle casually through the merchandise. Some things he passed carelessly over; the obvious fakes and knock offs. Others, he lingered on, like he was looking for something specific.

          Wendy watched the guy from the corner of her eye for a while. A few times, she even looked directly up at him from over the top of her magazine. Sure, she should probably stop him. She was the clerk and he looked like he was up to no good. How could she tell? Well, the only people who paid that much attention to any of the Mystery Shack’s junk were stupid tourists or shoplifters. Which… admittedly, were also pretty stupid. Save a few small things, the Mystery Shack’s merchandise was mostly a bunch of garbage glued to other garbage. Certainly not worth the jacked up prices that Stan peddled them for.

            Wendy almost opened her mouth to call for Stan or Soos—before remembering everyone was gone. It was just her today.

          S i g h.

          “Uhhhh, hey, dude?” The magazine lowered slightly. “If you’re looking for something to steal, the only thing that’s worth it is, like, the cash register, the ice cream, and maaayyybe the souvenir hats.” She paused and looked up. “But if you do that, I’m gonna have to break your arms.”

yannoooo i doubt i��ll come back here very much (it’s hard for me to keep muse for wendy when the gf rpc is so small / inactive / hard to find) and most of my writing juice is focused on two other muses atm but... just to see if it helps, i’m gonna do a big cleanup here to feel less overwhelmed.

i’ll be dropping most (if not all) threads, deleting asks, and combing through my blog to delete any clutter. if anyone is interested in interacting with me still, please let me know! 

(I saw you pop up on my dash and screamed with happiness)

LOL hello, dear! I’m absolutely horrendous at staying on this blog. I’m sortaaaa considering archiving this blog and remaking it so everything is fresh? Feels a bit cluttered atm but I dunno. I’m not sure what to do to revive my muse just yet.

But anyhow! Hello, hello! I hope you’re doing well and your New Year is treating you nicely. ♥ I hope you don’t mind me making this public. I like saving little nice messages for rainy days.

Déjà vu. Via ray 

stop asking me how everything is going, i don’t know i’ve been ignoring it

plaidcool  asked:

"That’s…a lot of blood."

@man-with-a-scam​:

“And that’s none of your business!”

Stan laughed as he shoved the sack of bloodied clothes through the ‘Employees Only’ door.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be restockin’ somethin’?”

          “Aaaaaaaand I’m going to pretend I didn’t  see that.” Just add that to the ever growing list of Things You Don’t Ask Mister Pines And Should Never Think About Ever Again.

          “Uh, yeah, I was just wondering where you want your--” Wendy paused and looked at the box in her arms. “...’Lucky Tanzanian Cyclops Rabbit Feet’? Dude, aren’t these just regular rabbit feet?”

................how is wendy wearing flannel, boots, AND a fur cap in the middle of summer

smoothie sounds good