#Gf rant

[rotating-pebbles]

guys do we think we vilify ford too much

Look I KNOW the 2015 stan wars lore. I know the IMMENSE amount of ford hate that existed (and still exits somewhere) when not what he seems first aired. I know. i KNOW.

But with the modern fandom I feel like a lot of people make Ford a lot more crueler in fanart, fan fic, any type of fan work, specifically to try and avoid making him seem like a 100% good character.

I don't know if that makes sense, but i feel like so much of the modern fandom want to avoid the "trap" of worshipping a character that has done morally grey things, in this case Ford.

I'm not quite sure if my point makes sense here, but the over villification I've see in SOME fanworks (no disparaging!! They are still all so good don't stop) and I'm not talking about the evil ford aus, I'm talking about canon adjacent fan works that make ford more mean than he is. To the point where when I rewatch the actual series, I get whiplash from how silly canon ford actually is.

I have no examples and I actually don't think this ramble makes too much sense, but I just think a lot of the fandom over vilified ford to try and avoid making him seem over heroic.

Also I think a lot of people do this in fear of making twink ford. Which. Ok fair.

Fors is a flawed, sometimes morally grey character. He is led by paranoia and insecurity. But he isn't mean or cold or kid hating, (especially post weirdmagedon) he's just a lil autistic

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[rippk3s]

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[paintedcrows]

It's really cute that you're gonna defeat me with the power of friendship and all, but again, I am the Devil from the Bible

(continued)

[gods-favorite-autistic]

To me there’s like a line between the Bad Kids who were always themselves extremely authentically and that fucked them up socially (Riz, Adaine, Gorgug) and the Bad Kids who spent a good portion of their lives playing a part and that fucked them up mentally (Fabian, Kristen, Fig)

[ryemiffie]

Okay something that's been annoying me lately is seeing people who don't like Ford say stuff like, "well he's so narcissistic! He's a bad person because he's self obsessive and thinks too highly of himself!" But like, yeah, of course he thinks highly of himself, of course he thinks he's destined for greatness, of course he's obsessed with being better than others, he has to be!

He's been told his entire life by everyone around him that he has to do something great, that he has a worth he has to live up to, that he needs to make something grand of himself or he's a failure. So of course he thinks this is true, of course he believes people when they say he needs to do something great, he likes believing that over the insecurities telling him he's just a freak worth nothing. Not only that, but if that's not true, if he's not meant for something more, something better, that means he lost Stanley for nothing! He has to believe there's some world shattering goal he specifically was made to reach because if there's not, that means he removed his brother from his life for nothing. If there's no predestined path to greatness he's supposed to be following, that means his brother wasn't a roadblock to get rid of, he was just his brother who made a mistake.

He has to believe he was made for greatness because if he wasn't then he's just a pretentious asshole who pushed away his brother.

I know other people have probably already pointed this out, but I felt like talking about it. Yes, Ford has made mistakes because of his ego, but that ego is a drug everyone in his life has enabled him to partake in. We see that once no one is enabling him to believe in some greater purpose, his narcissistic tendencies deflate and he functions very well with others and is happy to just be Ford Pines, human scientist. He doesn't need the entire world to know him as the best, he can just sail the world with his brother.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Need you to write more WLW 😫😫😫😫

It’s the only thing keeping me sane!!!!!

A/N: I wrote this based on a random ass scene I saw in The Boys and now...here lies this creation. (Female fitness trainer is nearing completion)

CW: blackmail, manipulation, toxic relationship type beat, controlling behavior, threats, cigarettes

Synopsis: you attempt to break up with your girlfriend-- she's too much. But she was going to keep you, one way or another.

You knew the rough crowd around town was... intense. But this chick was on another level. Kali liked to scare you; with how little you knew about her friends, leering on their motorcycles as she watched from behind a cigarette, your mind swam with scenarios of being abandoned on bloody asphalt behind a dumpster.

The music she blares in her shitty, one-eyed car and the smoke trail she left in bathrooms-- she liked being revered as nothing but trouble. You were doing your best to stay away from any kind of danger, focused on fixing the pieces of your tarnished education as your grades had not been kind to you. But Kali got to you first, ripping away any thoughts of work and reparations to your tuition debt.

So, despite the foggy kisses, lipstick stains on your jaw, and unexpected clinginess she showed to the idea of moving you in with her, you're making an attempt to break up with her.

"You... want to ditch me?"

"What? No! I'm just, I'm extremely worried about this next semester." You put a hand on her square-cut, polished fingers. "If I fail even one class again, my scholarships will drop me. I'm already on probation with the university."

You hope she can see how worried you are in your eyes, squeezing her hand to ease the news. She was going rigid, stiff as a tree with the strength of a waiting titan.

"School, huh."

Kali watched you beneath wispy bangs, looking straight through you. As if you weren't there, heart-pounding and palm-sweating in front of her.

You were glad she balled her hands in fists before you grabbed them, having one too many instances of your fingers crushed in her grip.

"B-but... we can still see each other.. maybe, sometimes on the weekends. I just can't afford any distractions, I've already spent a fortune getting to where I am."

"Is this because I want you to move in with me?" She blurted, straight faced and tight lipped.

Dark, midnight eyes bore into you for the truth.

Her ears perked at the sound of your jaggy sigh, knowing this would come up. "... No, but I have to say that it is still pretty early in, well, "us", to be considering... that."

"Really?" She asked earnestly, cold fingers finding their way around your forearm. "Because I still feel pretty confident about the idea, baby."

You hated how she could call you "baby" so easily, how every "sweetheart" was patronizing or forceful, or could be the most saccharine thing you heard when you first woke up.

her boot tips pressed against the side of your shoes, trapping you in like a snake wrapped around a rat. One hand held yours in a death grip, the other raking shivery nails against your knee from under the coffee table.

"I've got a perfect place for your stuff, work's only ten minutes away; why would there be any little reason to stay at your dusty old apartment?"

"I, I don't think you're hearing me--"

"No, no baby, I think you forgot who's choice this was to make." Your skin was a deep color under her fingers, her strength far outmatched as your clammy, fragile hand was brought to her cheek. She tutted under her breath, tsk'ing in condescention. "What would you do without me? How are you going to survive alone, no car to get to your classes, or the grocery store, unprotected around your peers... I can't imagine it, especially since your landlord never got his money to re-lease your apartment next month..."

From under the table her swift fingers brought a bulging envelope to the table, previously stuffed in your landlord's mailbox.

It wasn't even opened, the cash and tenant forms sealed without a mark.

Your jaw went slack, coffee cup cold in your hands.

"How did you--"

"Try it again, and I'll find it. You'll keep losing money, keep draining chances to come to me lovingly."

Kali sweetly tiptoed her black nails up to your shirt collar, sending shivers down your neck with each gentle, uncharacteristically slow touch.

Without warning, the woman snatched your shirt in her fist and jerked you forward, pulling you tightly against the coffee table. The seething anger she bore hardly made a sound, leaving the fellow cafe attendants nearby unbothered.

Your wince left her apathetic, bear-like eyes relishing in how unnerved and frantic you were becoming.

"I so rarely give out second chances. You, my love, are very lucky to be the exception. Don't make me regret it," your girlfriend was only inches apart, painted lips plump and teasing only breaths away. "I don't like to play dirty, but I will if you run from me. Is that clear, baby?"

You swallowed thickly, letting your gaze run away from hers as she bore into you with intense malice.

"Say yes," She whispered, on edge of twisting your wrist. "So I don't have to show everyone in here who you belong to."

Your cheeks lit up, terrified of the baristas and groups of students who'd look your way if she carried out that threat. Kali was unpredictable, something you found so endearing when you first met. She was always moving, doing something you couldn't expect. Now, it was scaring you.

You nod your head, regretting the idea of trying to break up with her in public. She wasn't afraid to make a scene, unlike you.

"Of course, Kals. There won't... be any need for that."

You hoped the sweetly familiar nickname with a hint of an anxious smile would make you sound casual, as if you weren't sweating behind your jacket and avoiding her blinkless stare like the plague.

"That's right." She whispered, letting go of your collar to pull at your jaw, this time only with the intent of dragging you closer. She was always so rough with her grip, capable or causing pain with its force, or merely leaving you breathless.

The punk's hand from beneath the table took mercy on your thigh with its painful rakes, moving instead to your cheek. Cold rings nicked your skin, her knuckles brushing against your face in a gentle, longing caress. You were hunched over the table now, uncomfortably risen as she sat like a queen in her cushioned chair, your face in her hands and your breath stolen by her.

Her pierced tongue came to graze the inside of your mouth, all-consuming and grinning through her teeth.

She tasted of stale cigarettes and mint gum, her current oral fixation besides the longterm smoking vice she's had since middle school.

You reluctantly kissed back, feeling wrongness in your gut. This isn't how it was supposed to go, you weren't supposed to be sharing hot breaths or hearing her satisfactory groans for capturing you once again. You were supposed to be leaving teary eyed and frightened of what she'd do now that you were no longer on her good side. But this, was far worse. You were walking on ice that was already breaking, the freezing water below beginning to flood the only surface of land you had left.

Kali pulled away, not without a few last kisses to the corner of your mouth and cheek, leaving wet lipstick stains. Your lips were probably about as red as hers were now. Dark lashes heightened by her thick mascara clouded your view, your girlfriend looking up at you through them with a gentle hardness.

She wasn't so scary when you were falling to her whims, like putty in her fingers and teeth.

"Kal..." you mumble, upsettingly conflicted between your failure to carry out what you came for, and your fear of what her threats would do. Her history of breaking into your bedroom window and making herself at home wherever she tracked you left you without a doubt of her potential. It made you all the more anxious of what she would be like if you didn't follow through with what she wanted.

"My friend is out of town for the weekend, said I could use his condo by the beach... a getaway, just for us baby." Her cold thumb smoothed over your bruised lips, an inkling of a smile coming to curl her mouth upward. "You'll be there, tonight. Dressed in that cute little number you wore on our first date. Is that right?"

It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. 'Are you going to let go of this once in a lifetime second chance I'm giving you? ' is what she was asking.

You didn't want to say yes. You didn't want to show up, to spend another agonizing second with her knowing that your failing at everything you hold dear. But her hold on your face brings you to fall back into your comfort zone.

"Yeah, Kals. I'll... I'll be there. But--"

She laid a firm hand on your shoulder,  leaning against your ear with wrathful delight.

"Promise you won't bail on me, sweetheart. I don't wanna come looking for you," She let go of your sweet lips to play with a strand of your hair, curling it around her finger. "I really don't enjoy forcing you to obey.."

That was such a lie. She loved it, relished in your mild disobedience at times. But this was a different level of rebellion, one she detested.

You swallowed your protest, frustration bubbling in your stomach in distress and fear.

"I promise, Kal."

[oakleyyz]

SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK OF BILL!!

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TAKE THAT FORD HATERS, US FORD APOLOGIST WERE FUCKIN RIGHT, MY GUY HAS JUST BEEN MANIPULATED SO MANY TIMES, HE DIDNT START THE SAYING!!

Also how do we feel about this.

[eloiseyybish]

Does anyone else think about how kinda problematic it is for people to just assume that Eddie is gay because of how he has treated his wife and gfs?

He was a bad husband to Shannon, but I'd always assumed (based off we know from canon) that he felt guilty for getting Shannon pregnant and married her due to the pressure he felt from the Church and both their Catholic families (THIS is where the Catholic guilt comes is friendos - not exactly related to latent homosexuality).

Not to mention, Eddie needs THERAPY and a lot of it to deal with his unhealthy relationship with his grief. Like, the whole point of the Kim arc is to show that he has unresolved feelings for Shannon. Ultimately, he knew she was going to leave him, and then she died before they got the chance to actually talk further about what that meant. He never got that closure from the relationship that he may have gotten from her if they managed to go through with the divorce she wanted. At the end of the day, Eddie looks back on his time with Shannon with rose tinted glasses because his memory is being selective (something that happens in grief a lot, you remember what you want to remember and forget the...less good times), and sees her as the big love of his life because of that. Not to mention, he started having panic attacks with Ana because (and they actually say this in the ep) it was becoming a ready-made family (which ties back to his unresolved feelings for Shannon and her role as both Eddie's wife and Chris' mother...). It felt like Ana was stepping straight into Shannon's place, and Eddie struggled with that whole concept.

Not to mention, Eddie has been a terrible boyfriend to every single woman he's dated and it's so deeply problematic to say that he's treated them badly because he's gay. Like, do you see how bad that is?

It's actually super misogynistic to say that if he suddenly started dating Buck that he would treat him so much better and be a great boyfriend to him... just because... he's a man. Eddie (in his current state) would be a terrible partner to anyone!

Also, just a little note here, I'm not saying you can't have headcanons for characters, but the insistence that Eddie is a gay man because "there's no other explanation for how he's treated the women he's dated" is actually so harmful, not just to women but also to gay men.

I just wish people would think a bit more about the things they say and what the meaning behind what they're actually saying.

Anyway, sorry for the rant (and you can disagree with me if you want, that's what fandom is for, but don't start sending me hate because you will just be blocked, I don't have the energy)

[fearlessreid]

eddie munson meeting goth!princess reader

(blurb series)

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

it was a normal day except for the whispers going around about you, the new girl. eddie paid no mind to the whispers about the girl, another girl that would be popular by tomorrow, dating a member of the basketball team.

what he didn’t expect was the girl of his dreams to walk through the lunchroom doors.

you were dressed in all black, long dress with flared sleeves that came down to your ankles paired with high platform boots.

you were his own personal elvira come to life (someone who eddie has jerked off to the thought of more than he’d like to admit).

he was drawn to you with a magnetic force he couldn’t explain, he knew he needed to serve you just like gomez does to morticia.

mikes eyes follow eddies gaze to you and mike takes one look at you and chuckles “someone should tell her halloween doesn’t come for another month” he teases and eddie glares at him and throws a cracker at his head

“silence sheep, that’s my future wife you are talking about” eddie hisses and goes back to worshipping you with his eyes.

gareth scoffs “do you even know her name?”. eddie slightly blushes and glares.

“not yet but i’m gonna find out” he states confidently. gareth sees you walking towards their table and he snickers “better be soon, gomez, your morticia is coming our way”

eddies palms start to sweat as you approach the table.

“which one of you is the dm” you say blankly. eddies words get lost “i-uh-what?” he says nervously and the rest of the table snickers.

you roll your eyes “the dungeon master? a red head girl said you guys play dnd”

eddies at a loss for words, not only are you the object of his spank bank desires, you also play dnd? how perfect are you.

eddie smirks “that would be me”, you nod “great, do you have room for one more…” you await his name.

he stands up so you are face to face with him “eddie…eddie munson” he sticks his hand out.

you firmly shake it and tell him your name “well eddie…do you got room for one more”

he leans down, your hand still in his hand and gives you a kiss on the hand, mimicking gomez to morticia.

“i’d let you in anywhere princess”

eddie munson knew from then on his mission in life was to serve you.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

leave requests of anything you want to see or happen between eddie and goth!princess reader!!

[vividaway]

so like, you know the way bill cipher was formed in a 2d world? and you know the way he can see through our fanart or any images of himself? do you ever think about the fact that every time we're drawing bill, he's become 2d again. for just a moment, he can remember euclydia and relish in the 2d world, but it'll never be real for him because he's just looking in like a window and not wearing it like a suit.

because uh.... yeah. i think about that. a LOT.

[kittynugg]

pacifica joining the pines family is not slept on at all but i love thinking about like,, her and ford's dynamic and just the dynamics in general

their only interaction is in lost legends where she calls him hot so i think i'd like to play into that in a way that isn't weird like she'd make him try on all kinds of outfits or force him into a skin/haircare routine (i feel like she'd do shit like that for every member of the pines family-- buys dipper like really high-end deodorant ["The cheap stuff is NOT going to do anything for THAT," she says, pinching her nose] or throw stan a bottle of sunscreen citing that he should at least try to save what little of his face there is left) she would supply him with coconut-scented shampoo and threaten to sue anyone else in the family if she smells it on them because she specifically got it for *his* kind of hair (whatever that means. nobody in the pines family knows what shes talking about)

i don't think ford would mind it because pacifica knows how to get his hair to be nice and fluffy via this strange magic called.. "self care"? he's not too sure about it but it works!

she'd definitely start wearing more sweaters. her parents would be pissed about her wearing mabel-made clothes because "it's not even designer!" and "you're taking HANDOUTS!?" but she wouldnt give a shit. mabel sweaters are made with pure love and also mabel's shockingly good at making fashionable clothes

stan and ford would just take her under their wing and raise her as their own like dipper and mabel (did i ever say they move in with stan and ford in my brain. their parents get the divorce) and ford tries to murder preston after hearing about the bell thing (stan robs them)

honestly i used to ship dipcifica hardcore but nowadays ehh. its a great ship i love it but im just not as into shipping anymore im thinking more of a "dipper, mabel, your grunkle stan and i stole this child from its parents. you have a new sister now" situation. you know when that happens.

and she would INSIST on spending money on them at every opportunity she and ford would fight (almost physically) to foot the bill if the family eats at a restaurant

god forbid she catches one of them looking at something for a second too long in a store. they are walking out with that object if she has to glue it to them. (this is especially terrifying for ford who i can't imagine liking it when people spend money on him)

she'd force dipper and ford at credit-card-point to take a day off from whatever lab work or paranormal cryptid bullshit they're doing to have a spa day and ford hates everything about it

stan is determined to give her the working class experience so he takes her to mcdonalds and like normal people grocery stores and allow her to say "what the fuck" while trying to withdraw from an atm

dipper obviously gives her the paranormal investigator experience (drags her into the woods, gets lost for six hours, reveal that he actually knew the way back the whole time and was just testing what she'd do in the situation and she passed the test this was totally his intent)

anyway what the fuck am i talking about im done bye

[lemons-and-pie]

I want Fiddleford and Ford to go on a little dinosaur adventure in the past.

Like, during their time working on the portal, the time travel guy accidentally drops his tape in the forest and they find it (why was the time travel guy there? idk)

Then they nerd out about dinosaurs together

Before promptly being chased down by a T-Rex

Guys do you see my vision

Idk I want to see those two on more adventures they make me sick

[moon-light-bow]

I lied. Put your clothes back on. I'm gonna show you a 20-page-long google doc analyzing the Bill-Stanford-Fiddleford relationship, with proof included and deep-diving on all the rights and wrongs from all three characters

[kcthelazyartist]

Something of note is the ‘MCGUCKET’ code on thisisnotawebsite.com and how the song  further confirms that Fiddleford is the reason for Bill not getting Ford in the end. This could either be just plot related [As Fidds leads to his downfall] but is more likely in a romantic sense as it references the singer not being married due to the other. 

This could be just making fun of Fidds or be from Fidds’ perspective, but as Fidds won in the end and Bill lost Ford this is unlikely. Instead, it's likely Bill showing his frustration at Fidds getting in between him and Ford.

This could also imply two things, Fidds being too wary and perspective got in the way of everything, or Ford had feelings for Fidds instead of Bill.

In regards to Ford changing the story from ‘A Tale of Two Stans’ to ‘The Last Mabelcorn,’ when Ford was pushed through the portal queer people were about 4-6 years away from being legalised and it was very looked down upon. Of course when he first arrives home he is unaware of the current state of queer politics and is going to assume it will be the same as when he left. 

This could be an explanation as to why he changed the position to something less intimate. Alongside the wording used around him saying he’s glad he's friends with F with the ‘…’ before explaining that Fidds would be terrifying as an enemy, as well as Bill constantly mentioning ‘the hillbilly’ and putting him above Ford’s own father, his feelings towards Fiddleford are very suspicious.

Another suspicious thing on his end is that he writes literal pages about gifts he is given by Fiddleford and Bill at one point [The squash, the gloves and snowglobe, the axolotl…]

@hugenthusiast recently made a post discussing the line, ‘Go back to your doting family and a life of fear and compromise,’ and the queer undertones and comphet feel around the phrase. I would like to expand on this idea and how queer the context actually is.

Starting off with the line directly after, “I weep not for our failed partnership, but for the golden opportunity thrown away! To think I considered him a friend! I know my true friend. It is my Muse.’ This line adds more context that makes the line they pointed at that much more queer, Ford telling Fidds to go back to his family then saying he isnt crying over their partnership but something else makes it sound like a breakup. Ford then compares his friendship to Bill’s, whom he has a queer relationship with.

Combining this with the full page rant and how he was willing to tell Fiddleford about his muse even after years of manipulation and it just feels like a breakup. Ford throwing away the ring also adds to this as it mimics people throwing away things related to their ex and another thing that mimics a breakup is Ford calling Fidds names.

Now going back to the line @hugenthusiast points out, whilst fear and compromise in this context is supposed to be about the portal it is a bit of a double-sided phrase as compromise can mean making do with less than ideal circumstances and being married to someone you have no interest in absolutely fits that, and the fear of outing was very real during this period of time.

‘Doting family’ is also interesting as mixed with the second half of that line it seems as though taking away the fear and compromise would alter his relationship with his family, whom later turn their backs on him, showing how rocky their relationship is and his family's bias’ as they don't even try to help him. I feel like this mixed with how he chooses not to go back really says something, ford calls his family doting yet he doesn't return to them?

[flower-zombiee]

i literally just do not understand the amount of shit fiddlestan gets in this fandom man 😭

like it’s fine to not get it or even dislike it but ppl really feel so comfortable openly hating it…?

like it’s such an inoffensive little made up ship. we r literally just having a good time. if u don’t like it there’s this fun little feature called blocking the tag that’s totally free to use

[running-with-kn1ves]

sooo you know how you wrote jealous bf x reader...would you ever considered writing the same reader witnessing someone flirting with jealous bf and flipping the roles on him?

On a crunch time so I'll just write some shortsie stuff for this ^^

I think jealous bf would want to see what reader would do before he acts. They'd be at a bar together, maybe reader went to the bathroom only to come back and find another pair of hands trying to roam against their boyfriend's shirt, a new untouched drink on the counter that this mystery person is tempting him to drink. Malachi would purposefully entertain them, subconsciously testing reader to see what they would do. Do they love him enough to stake their claim? How far are they willing to go, as far as he would?

I imagine reader wouldn't be as aggressive as Malachi-- likely stunned for a moment, before coming up and trying to drag him away.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Reader might ask, feigning cluelessness while wrapping his free hand in both of theirs, gently pulling him away from the bar rat.

"Nothing, just waiting for you. Seems i've caught the eye of a few others."

He'd prod, trying to invoke a reaction out of reader, not letting this sink into unspoken discussion like so many things between them do. He wanted, needed, you to verbalize your thoughts on watching him potentially get snatched up like a prize for the taking. He'd never betray or abandon you like that, but what did you think?

"Yeah? Maybe we should start wearing rings whenever we go out then."

Reader would joke, but the idea strikes Malachi so wonderfully that he won't hesitate to start shopping for garishly obvious promise rings for you both to sport before the night is over.

If it was a friend of reader's who kept pushing themselves onto Malachi or shamelessly flirting, I imagine reader would get pretty pissed, complaining and ranting to Malachi how they had the audacity to act so cutesy around THEIR boyfriend. This, Malachi likes best. He likes seeing reader pissed, upset over someone else wanting him. Makes him feel like maybe he's not the only obsessed, needy one in the relationship. He'll soothe reader, saying he's not going anywhere, that no one could replace them. And yet, the next time someone tries to flirt with him around reader, you won't find him discouraging their advances as obviously as a boyfriend should. He wants you to come in and be his savior.