#implied Ford in here

[spirited-splashes]

Since Stanley faked his death and assumed his brother’s identity I always wondered what would happen if the twins found out sooner that he had a twin but didn’t know that he wasnt Stanford. I mean, that would definitely impact the story, right? Finding out they have a “dead” family member and he’s the brother to their great uncle.

I’d imagine Stanley would say “Stan” when referring to Ford whenever he had to talk to the kids about him. Also, I’m headcanoning he sometimes lets the nickname slip.

Yes, this is a Steven Universe reference.

[spaceistheplaceart]

thinking about what mabel and ford have in common <3 sweaters, diaries, and bad breakups.

[paintedcrows]

Human Bill! I wanna put him in a microwave

Bonus-ish: Really liked the flats on this one!

[dandeleon]

urapocere 💙❄️

-> fan mv i based this heavily off of + english translation <-

->my adipocere animation<-

[beijodefrade]

Caryn goes to the kitchen to make coffee. In the way, Filbrick passes by her, stomping towards the pawn shop. His face is impasse as always, but his anger is evident on his loud steps.

Ahead, she sees Stanley. He looks awful. There's blood on his mouth from a split lip, blood on his nose that's looking slightly crooked, and his left eye is turning purple.

"Stanley! What happened to you?”

He gives his mother a small smile. It's hesitant, as if he's ashamed.

"Pissed off the wrong person at boxing practice. You know how I am.”

"Oh, sweetie, what did you do?”

He laughs it off. It's a rough sound, and her worry grows at the insincerity of it.

"Believe me, Ma, you don't wanna know.”

She disagrees, but doesn't push the subject. Instead, she frets.

"Let me fix you up.”

She takes him to the bathroom, where they keep the first aid kit. They'll need to buy a new one soon, it's contents almost all used up. Always on Stanley. He gets hurt a lot, ever since he was a little kid.

He has a a knack for getting into trouble. Sometimes he can't help himself, and takes things that don't belong to him. Most of the time, it's because he got into a fight.

He has a short temper (it runs in the family).

Caryn sees a small gash on her son's cheek. It makes her think whoever punched him was wearing a ring.

But at boxing, they wear gloves.

Maybe it was after practice.

As she looks at the gash, her hands starts to shake. When she cleans it, she knows it stings. Stanley doesn't flinch from the pain.

There isn't much she can do for the bruises, other than icing them. Taking a closer look at his nose, it might be broken.

Someone broke her little boy's nose. The tremor in her hands gets worse, because as she's looking at his face, there is no anger. He simply looks sad.

"We might have to go to the hospital... I think your nose is broken, dear.”

Instinctually to hearing an idea he doesn't like, Stanley wrinkles his nose. Then he forgets himself and hisses at the pain.

She hears the sound in her heart, and pets his hair. The affection, somehow, makes it easier for him to breathe. He hadn't noticed the strain of his lungs.

Suddenly, he feels small.

"Ma, do you..." he swallows, eyes glued to the floor. "You'll always love me, right?”

Caryn gasps.

"Of course!”

"Promise? Even if I never stop screwing things up?”

She uses her other hand to lift his head, her fingers under his chin. She needs him to see her face.

"Oh, pumpkin, nothing could ever make me stop loving you. I promise that'll never change.”

In this moment, he believes her. He smiles. She thinks about a hand and a ring.

Caryn sighs, feeling a little scared.

"Your Pa looked quite angry when I saw him... Right before I found you." she moves her hand from his chin, and puts it on the side of his face. The one without the gash. "I know he's harsh on you.”

He leans into her hand, comforted in her warmth. Even so, his eyes fill with tears. So do hers. Shiny eyes meet shiny eyes.

"C'mon, Ma..." his voice trembles a little, and they both pretend they don't notice. "You know Pa wouldn't go this far.”

A few tears escape her. His tears stay trapped. She nods, and kisses his forehead.

Caryn can't stop shaking for the rest of the day. She avoids looking at her husband's hands.

Stanley starts to get used to a heavy feeling inside his chest.

[hypertechnica]

i’m going to make fiddauthor art with fidds wearing his wedding ring and you are NOT going to like it

big obligatory banner that says “cheating is bad don’t do it i just like stories with relationship drama”

closeted, internally homophobic gay men who are married with kids has to be the trope i’m weakest to. no person involved is escaping the despair brought on by a relationship built on a well intentioned, desperate lie, born out of a desire to be normal and good

he WANTED to love her so fucking badly. he felt no ill will towards her and he loves their son more than words can say. he thought the attraction, the way she felt about him, would come with time. it didn’t. he doesn’t want to hurt her yet was doomed to from the start, and he’s truly, truly sorry. this does not absolve him of anything whatsoever and she has the full right to never want to speak with him again. he lied! he pretended to feel the same when he never once felt anything but platonic affection! he’s been in love with someone else this whole fucking time! and their kid… he’s caught in the middle of it all, too young to understand why his father would hurt his family like this.

and then he disappears and never comes back. imagine you’re 5 and your dad goes to the middle of the woods with his buddy for science shit, all of the sudden your parents are yelling on the phone and signing papers, and then he goes MIA. for years.

imagine your husbands “buddy” was the one he was thinking of all this time, not you, never you. and the first chance he gets to run away from you, he takes, and you should have been suspicious by the rushed frenzy of it all, the phone calls getting shorter and shorter until it fizzles to nothing. he forgot to get you a christmas gift. he hand-made him two. there has to be something wrong with you, it has to be your fault. you wish you married the man he becomes when he’s in his presence.

he folded when you started questioning him directly - he’d been to neurotic to ever be a good liar. you thought he was the one. he thought you were nice.

by the time the divorce is finalized he’s different in a wrong way. confused, angry, forgetful, insane - if the giant homicidal robot pterodactyl you’ve been harassed by is any indication. (he’s had a bad habit of building homicidal robots when he’s mad since they met -engineer things- but it was never directed at her - thankfully it never actually does anything) he’s clearly abusing drugs - you’d feel bad if he hadn’t abandoned you with the burden of explaining why your son can’t see his father anymore.

it’s a rotten bit of your soul, but time heals you. you move on and no longer think of him. trust in your career. find a man who truly loves you with no motives attached. raise your kid to be a good man. and in a fashion not unlike shakespearean dramatic irony, this makes him move to gravity falls to find and take care of his father. you couldn’t care less what hee doing now, but damn it, it’s his father, what is the kid supposed to do? but its futile- he appears to have no remorse, hell, no memory of the incident in the first place. (this isn’t his fault but how are they supposed to know that?) so he grows bitter and cold just like his mother used to be.

imagine that.

all over a mans inability to do anything but live in denial. to force himself to live in a box and pine like a dying man over the right one at the wrong time, destined to crash and burn. to take denial to a new level- a cult, brain damaging radiation, a total ego death - just to take the edge off. take off that damn wedding ring

[heshmmity]

i cant even fully explain how much i love bill and mabel's friendship. they paint their nails pink together. throwing sleepovers with candy and grenda, he is like a girl dad but uncle to all of the girls. (including pacifica, shes also a guest on parties when she isnt busy)

bill gives mabel dating tips (poorly. these tips suck.) and all these tips suck bc bill is a pathetic dude. he literally whines to mabel every time ford is busy with researches and ignores him for five minutes. mabel knitted like a million sweaters for him with personal designs (sooo much doritos jokes)

and they dont allow ford, stan or dipper on their sleepovers. bill teaches girls how to play all sorts of gamblings and at first he was like doing all sorts of giveaways to girls but then he realizes that he cant actually win them in damn poker. he lost a lot of sweets that day. sweets and dignity

i have so much headcanons for them helppppp

[canadianno-gravityfalls]

Is this anything

The wotwb au is still going strong I just got sent back to school n shit

[twoinsaneheartstoppers]

guys I have an au idea, hear me out on this

a gravity falls au thats a jekyll and hyde type deal, with ford being jekyll and bill being hyde

(I know something similar has probably already been done before and that so many animatics have been made with them and confrontation but LET ME COOK CHAT)

also I may or may not have accidentally developed a little bit of an obsession with the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde so if anyone wants to yap about it with me PLEASE LET ME KNOW I NEED TO YAP ABOUT THIS TO SOMEONE

[icethinggigachad]

(To preface this fiddleford is my favorite character and I love him so when I talk abt this im not doing this to go omg hes the worst character and I hate him. Nah I love him and his moral ambiguity.)

CW for mentions of addiction (that come along with talking about the memory gun)

Hello. This is crazy if the memory gun is an addiction metaphor is this like a drug deal or the equivalent of meeting some kid and going "hey buddy, you have trauma? Omg, me too. How about using the thing I'm addicted to so you don't have to remember it?"

Like replacing the memory gun with literally anything makes this sound so much worse.

When the society of the blind eye was erased from Blind Ivan's memory it's possible he couldnt remember who he was because the society of the blind eye was who he was.

[misteria247]

Bill complaining loudly: And THEN Ford wouldn't let me have even a moment to try and talk to him which was super rude-

Pacifica reading a magazine not bothering to even look at him: Maybe the reason he won't talk to you is because you whine like a bitch.

Bill glaring menacingly: Hahaha. You little shit-

[comically-blu]

The technically chapter 1 (I wish I could change the chapter number (I am new to ao3) is here!

[rottingskunk]

So the yellow triangle got me oopsies, hes too fun to draw honestly

[spirited-splashes]

(Click drawing for higher quality cause tumblr compressed the hell out of these) “EYE see you!” guess who just learnt how to draw lightning without it looking mushy

Bonus sixer for you

[hawaiian-shirts-and-coyote-bones]

Hello! I'd like to ask how the Ford and Stan in your guys' are. Are they any different or are they the same? I'd like you know your guys' relationship. For science, of course. (Not quite. Just curiousity.)

—Auburn Mintz 🧪 ( @auburnmintz )

Hohhh man, now can I tell y’all about that! This’ll get long I fear

Hello again, Dr. Mintz, it’s good to see you again. This will indeed be quite long

I have known Stan for a long time, actually! Back in the 70s, we were something of lovers for a time when he blew through Missouri.

To keep things short: I wasn’t in a good place, wasn’t the kind of woman I am now. He was a lonely, lonely man who in hindsight might have just tried to charm me to steal my wallet. Still, it made me feel seen in a way I…hadn’t been getting and it ended up turning into a whole love affair.

We never became official back then, not worth the mess it would be. Too risky, too much drama. Didn’t want to cut my folks off back then.

Sure, things weren’t perfect but they were…nice. At least, until he up and left. I don’t blame him for that one, we were in over our heads and no, we couldn’t fix each other. Still, meeting him made things different for me, I ended up getting the courage to get out of the shitty situation I was in. He, of course, had no idea about that but it doesn’t bother me none.

I admit we had a strange reunion much later down the line. Things were awkward, more than just “sending your ex lover hatemail” but I guess we couldn’t help ourselves and we started officially dating soon enough.

I think my Stan is like most of them, though mine runs his mouth a little less these days. Heights are a funny difference though, we’re the same height if he bothers to stand up straight. I saw one that I think I put the fear of god into by being a whole head taller than him…didn’t help that I was wearing big ol’ boots that day either….

As fer Ford? I…won’t lie, knowing Stan back then made things strange to say the least? Not to mention that he looked like he had a real thick stick up his ass that he was two minutes away from beating someone with. Turns out that was not true and he just kept glaring at me like that cause he was sure I’d be bad news for his brother.

We’ve had some…talks that have been…productive to say the least. I admit, some of it was Leo’s idea and some of it Stan’s.

It was real awkward at first. Poor fella looked like he wanted to climb the walls just to get out of having to talk but once we actually talked? I think we reached a good understanding. Learned we weren’t so different after all. It really helped out with any lingering tension we might have had.

Our Ford is…skeeved out by snakes but we’ve been working on that! Methany barely counts as being a live snake so she’s been perfect to work with. We’ve actually made some progress on that front! He still doesn’t want anything to do with Cash, but he’s a big snake so I can’t say I blame him.

We have some…other things in common, habits and…some lived experiences. It’s why the boys wanted us to talk so bad. It’s worked out pretty well all things considered! — Jolene🐺

I will say, when Jolene told me that she reconnected with an ex of hers I was…very apprehensive of Stanley. Jolene has, put simply, a questionable taste in men. I was not interested in seeing some rat bastard break her heart again.

Sure, outwardly he appeared to fit the mold for the kind of men that Jo used to bring back home and swear up and down were finally Mr. Right, but as we got to interact more I realized he was…far more than that. I do believe Stan might be the one person who deserves Jolene’s affections.

Between the two of us? It was surprising to find that we had common tastes, that being an enjoyment of period dramas. It wasn’t intentional, being stranded in front of the TV due to our other commonality: chronic pain. Turns out we have both seen “The Duchess Approves” and I had the pleasure of introducing him to our current series: An overdramatic Spanish period drama that is truly one of the most insane and campy things I have ever watched. It’s been a truly beautiful bonding experience and we have only needed the TV fixed twice, which I say is good all things considering.

As for Dr. Pines? Where do I begin?

I believe it was Jo’s plan to introduce me to Ford and Fiddleford, so that I could “Have yerself some proper nerd friends!”

I offered my skills as a biologist and proposed a research project, something I have not been able to do in quite some time. I felt out of my league with such brilliant minds and…physically displaced in their excitement. It took an embarrassing moment for them to realize that the physical limitations of my body needed to be considered. I was worried that I might be met with frustration as I was unable to follow them to the lab as I did not trust myself not to fall down the stairs…but the embarrassment that followed felt genuine and they…instead focused on building what would essentially be a stairlift. I was touched by that, very deeply so.

Our partnership became more than just colleges or peers. Friendship began to encompass it and a romantic relationship…even moreso.

Alas, they were both spoken for and I did not want become between the two of them because of my yearnings. Imagine my surprise when I was approached with reciprocated feels from both parties and a quiet, nervous offer for a polyamorous relationship. I still scarcely believe my luck some days. —Leonel🐱

[joicecubes]

the implications of ford pulling this photo out of his trenchcoat in the last episode you guys… THE IMPLICATIONS.

look at the state of this thing!! look at its rips! the stain in the bottom right corner! it’s dog-eared, the color is faded, the paper has browned… he’s kept this photo of them since they were kids. through all the years he stubbornly swore to hold a grudge, all the years he and stan never spoke, he kept this photo.

and we can assume he probably didn’t have it dimension-hopping, since i find it hard to believe he would’ve had it on him when he initially got sucked in, but ford pulling it out of his trenchcoat here!! implies!! that he had been CARRYING IT AROUND WITH HIM for some time after he got back!

imagine if he found it in some of his old stuff the night he returned, after punching and yelling at stan, after being sure to keep as much emotional distance between them as possible, and he finds this photo. would he have stared down at it? for a little while? smoothed the creases out on his desk? thumbed the torn, loved edges while he mourned a simpler time? then pocketed the thing to always have it with him?

i dunno. maybe i’m looking too far into it. but i can’t help but wonder if ford kept it because, against all his big dreams and ambitions, deep down he always wondered what his life might have been like if he sailed away with his brother when they were teenagers. never able to throw it away because doing so would symbolically destroy the last remnants of a childhood fantasy, the last piece of him that remains young and hopeful of a future at his brother’s side.