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@babyblankyerror *leans against doorframe blushing* why do you hide in tags bbg-

BUT YES HOLY SHIT-

2) I just love the idea of ford being 19 still not fully developed into his adult self looking as his MID TWENTY YEARS OLD TWIN BROTHER who is fully considered an adult be the same height as him or even better shorter and go from being the strong twin to not weak but definitely not like in his prime. He stumbled on his feet, he gets dizzy spells, his hands shake and struggle to grip or even hold anything; he’s always in pain and he looks tired and not in a “I spent all night studying or doing homework” way but in a sense that he carries that exhaustion with him, that by just looking at him you feel this sense of tiredness and pity because Stanley barely seems to be holding himself together. Not only that but he’s trying his hardest— and ford can tell he is— to please him, to take care of him while letting himself basically rot away. He sees how Stanley gives him extra food when he’s not looking while eating basically nothing, he sees how Stan always makes sure he is well rested while he himself stays awake or takes a nap on a old worn chair or even the floor: he absolutely notices how Stanley holds his tongue, so unlike the boy he knew would always speak his mind.

He sees the way Stanley tenses whenever ford shows even the tiniest bit of frustration.

3)For the withdrawals, I imagine Stanley almost ends up at the hospital because he became a little too dependent and to which ford freaks out (and Stanford does too but I also feel like he’d scold Stanley for even doing drugs as a way to hide his fear. He tells him he was reckless and irresponsible and how it could’ve been catastrophic if ford hadn’t helped him. And obviously Stanley gets pissed because he doesn’t take it as Stanford trying to hide his fear but rather getting told that once again he screwed things up) .

4) OMG *sneaks into your house to seduce you* hey~

You should, idk give more angst to this idea~😉LMAOOOOO

But that’s how I envision it if it were to be like that! Stanley basically throwing Stan to the side trying to please and help ford while Stan takes it. He doesn’t like himself much either and at least this way ford doesn’t have to be so uncomfortable in this situation, at least this way he can in a way make it up to ford, slowly at least. (And boy oh boy is there a lot of self hatred, especially because younger Stan sees what he’s become, he is seeing that yes he’s a live which is a surprise to him but also, he wished he wasn’t. He sees how his life hasn’t improved and how it seems to have worsen. He sees the way his list morals has shortened. He sees his future and how he still is a screwup time and time again and he hates it.)

And yes ford being confused and conflicted because his twin is being treated horribly, he’s being tossed aside and the feeling is all too familiar except it’s his twin who’s throwing himself aside.(also extra angst if Stanley is not just starving Stan but also himself to feed ford more, to give at least a full meal. That he gives ford the bed and a hotel and forces Stan to sleep on floor while he sleeps in the bathroom or guards the door. That he cleans the passenger seat tossing everything to the back while he drives for hours and Stan gets cramped in the back)

When they get over to Stanfords place both Stan’s are basically dead on their feet and ford is the only thing holding them together.

I need angst, I need 19 year old Stan and ford timestuck au where they meets their mid 20year old counterparts (a bit before the betrayal and ford hits rock bottom).

Now I have so many ways this could work:

1) Stan and ford (teens) end up getting stuck together and get stuck with Stanford, which leads to both fords having a lot of emotions. Stan looks sick, his baby fat is not quite gone but compared to ford it’s like he’s aged years despite him being 19 and the same age as his twin who still looks full of life. He sees Stan and ford as a child and the guilt that he tried to hide behind anger and betrayal is starting to peak out once more. His twins younger self is covered in new scars and his compared to the loud mouthed brother who always spoke his mind at any given time without any thought of consequences is now eerily quiet, always hanging in the background, trying to make himself small, trying to disappear.

Paranoia oozes out of Stan with every twitch and flinch at the slightest sound, and while not super obvious, he can tell that while ford has gained an inch or so, his body still maturing into one of an adult, Stan — well he isn’t. And while he is hunching Stanford knows that one inch difference should have never happened. Ford is almost the same noticing as much as Stanford except that that guilt comes crashing harder because that’s HIS twin brother looking absolutely miserable, exhaustion etched onto his skin. And the worst part for ford is that Stanley keeps avoiding him (well he avoids both fords but Stan and him are in the same situation so why can’t Stanley just stop his avoidance for one second? Be mature about this! Let ford make sure he’s okay-).

And meanwhile Stan feels super happy that Stanford got himself a good place and that even thought Stanley ruined his life he still made something of himself! Even if it was without him. Because pa was right, everyone was and Stan was only holding ford back

And also for a little curveball Stan thinks his older counterpart is dead. He’s 19 barely scrapping by, he lives in his car, gangs are coming after him, and Stanford hasn’t mentioned anything about his Stanley, and when asked where his Stanley was he had this far away look as he shamefully said I don’t know. That was enough confirmation for him to know that he wouldn’t make past 30.

(He does indeed freak out when Stanley shows up still alive and looking worse for wear)

2)The Classic Stanford gets Stan and Stanley get ford. Except ford is there for the aftermath of either the Tijuana incident, the trunk incident, or the kidney incident. Either or but basically he saved Stanley and comes to the realization that his own twin’s future could be like this. That he could lose or have lost Stan without knowing. The fact that HE saved this Stanley and that if not for him this ford would have lost his brother and possibly have never of known. It sickens him and he makes it his personal mission to get home, rebuild his relationship with Stan if possible, and save his brother no matter what.

Stanley meanwhile is trying to fix his “mistake” (ford shouldn’t have seen that, he should have never known-) and is pampering the shit out of ford, stealing whatever he can for his little brother (?) , which caused more tensions because Stanley is the one hurt not ford! He needs to rest not be trying to shoplift his favorite snacks, books, etc!!!

On the other end of things Stanford still had the same realization from the first idea (minus the height thing but he does take into account that Stan is severely malnourished) and does try to pamper and connect with him. Does it backfire on him? Yes. Does Stan feel like he doesn’t deserve it? Yes. Does Stan lash out because clearly ford is doing it out of guilt? Yes. Is there drama where Stan ends up running away because ford reveals that the dream of sailing was never going to happen, especially not with Stan suffocating him!

(Some dialogue I thought for it.

“Stan, that’s not what I meant to say-“

“You think I’m suffocating?”

“No- well, yes I did but that doesn’t-“

“Is that why- that’s why you wanted to leave me. I’m suffocating, a burden-“

“Stan you’re not a burde-“

“YES I AM- IM THE EXTRA STAN, THE DUMB STAN, THE STAN THAT NOBODY WANTS-“

“STAN YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND-“

“Oh i understand, i might be stupid but i understand this, you don’t want me, nobody does. All my life I’ve been nothing but a burden to you, all I’ve ever done is ride on your coattails. It’s just like Pa said. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Stan what are you-“

*restraints Stanford in some way idk *

“You don’t have to help me anymore, it’s not like I’m worth much”

*runs away* )

3) Stanley and Stanford are the ones to get stranded in time thanks to Stanford doing some magical stuff that had the twins connected and sent to the past. Idk too much about this one but it could be fun. Especially if Stanford accidentally gets drunk trying to help Stan and reveals stuff about bill only for Stan to clock his shit and be like “yeah no you’re getting scammed bro. Played like a cheap kazoo”

Meanwhile Stanley is idk doing drag, perhaps going through withdrawal symptoms from lack of “flour”. Maybe some mental issues? Who knows, ford sure doesn’t!

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I need angst, I need 19 year old Stan and ford timestuck au where they meets their mid 20year old counterparts (a bit before the betrayal and ford hits rock bottom).

Now I have so many ways this could work:

1) Stan and ford (teens) end up getting stuck together and get stuck with Stanford, which leads to both fords having a lot of emotions. Stan looks sick, his baby fat is not quite gone but compared to ford it’s like he’s aged years despite him being 19 and the same age as his twin who still looks full of life. He sees Stan and ford as a child and the guilt that he tried to hide behind anger and betrayal is starting to peak out once more. His twins younger self is covered in new scars and his compared to the loud mouthed brother who always spoke his mind at any given time without any thought of consequences is now eerily quiet, always hanging in the background, trying to make himself small, trying to disappear.

Paranoia oozes out of Stan with every twitch and flinch at the slightest sound, and while not super obvious, he can tell that while ford has gained an inch or so, his body still maturing into one of an adult, Stan — well he isn’t. And while he is hunching Stanford knows that one inch difference should have never happened. Ford is almost the same noticing as much as Stanford except that that guilt comes crashing harder because that’s HIS twin brother looking absolutely miserable, exhaustion etched onto his skin. And the worst part for ford is that Stanley keeps avoiding him (well he avoids both fords but Stan and him are in the same situation so why can’t Stanley just stop his avoidance for one second? Be mature about this! Let ford make sure he’s okay-).

And meanwhile Stan feels super happy that Stanford got himself a good place and that even thought Stanley ruined his life he still made something of himself! Even if it was without him. Because pa was right, everyone was and Stan was only holding ford back

And also for a little curveball Stan thinks his older counterpart is dead. He’s 19 barely scrapping by, he lives in his car, gangs are coming after him, and Stanford hasn’t mentioned anything about his Stanley, and when asked where his Stanley was he had this far away look as he shamefully said I don’t know. That was enough confirmation for him to know that he wouldn’t make past 30.

(He does indeed freak out when Stanley shows up still alive and looking worse for wear)

2)The Classic Stanford gets Stan and Stanley get ford. Except ford is there for the aftermath of either the Tijuana incident, the trunk incident, or the kidney incident. Either or but basically he saved Stanley and comes to the realization that his own twin’s future could be like this. That he could lose or have lost Stan without knowing. The fact that HE saved this Stanley and that if not for him this ford would have lost his brother and possibly have never of known. It sickens him and he makes it his personal mission to get home, rebuild his relationship with Stan if possible, and save his brother no matter what.

Stanley meanwhile is trying to fix his “mistake” (ford shouldn’t have seen that, he should have never known-) and is pampering the shit out of ford, stealing whatever he can for his little brother (?) , which caused more tensions because Stanley is the one hurt not ford! He needs to rest not be trying to shoplift his favorite snacks, books, etc!!!

On the other end of things Stanford still had the same realization from the first idea (minus the height thing but he does take into account that Stan is severely malnourished) and does try to pamper and connect with him. Does it backfire on him? Yes. Does Stan feel like he doesn’t deserve it? Yes. Does Stan lash out because clearly ford is doing it out of guilt? Yes. Is there drama where Stan ends up running away because ford reveals that the dream of sailing was never going to happen, especially not with Stan suffocating him!

(Some dialogue I thought for it.

“Stan, that’s not what I meant to say-“

“You think I’m suffocating?”

“No- well, yes I did but that doesn’t-“

“Is that why- that’s why you wanted to leave me. I’m suffocating, a burden-“

“Stan you’re not a burde-“

“YES I AM- IM THE EXTRA STAN, THE DUMB STAN, THE STAN THAT NOBODY WANTS-“

“STAN YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND-“

“Oh i understand, i might be stupid but i understand this, you don’t want me, nobody does. All my life I’ve been nothing but a burden to you, all I’ve ever done is ride on your coattails. It’s just like Pa said. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Stan what are you-“

*restraints Stanford in some way idk *

“You don’t have to help me anymore, it’s not like I’m worth much”

*runs away* )

3) Stanley and Stanford are the ones to get stranded in time thanks to Stanford doing some magical stuff that had the twins connected and sent to the past. Idk too much about this one but it could be fun. Especially if Stanford accidentally gets drunk trying to help Stan and reveals stuff about bill only for Stan to clock his shit and be like “yeah no you’re getting scammed bro. Played like a cheap kazoo”

Meanwhile Stanley is idk doing drag, perhaps going through withdrawal symptoms from lack of “flour”. Maybe some mental issues? Who knows, ford sure doesn’t!

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YESSSSS- you see the vision, like he has everything ready; spells, material, organs, and when he goes to find Stan’s body he is instead met with his brother not only alive but literally a state (or so) away from him. 😭

I love late night thoughts cause why did my brain just go “imagine if Stan’s kidney landed somewhere in the black market somewhere and FORD is the one to acquire said kidney”

Hear me out, it’s not even for anything creepy or disturbing but rather to test for regenerative plants and potions etc. that could save people’s life’s! And ofc he doubts he could just be able to walk into a hospital and ask (very politely) for a kidney!

And once he gets said kidney he run some tests and comes to the realization of “wait a fucking minute… the dna is saying is mine which is not right. UNLESS-“

Leading to ford freaking the fuck out cause holy shit Stanley’s organ is sitting in ice in his fucking house and wherethefuckistherestofhisbrother-

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One day ��

I love late night thoughts cause why did my brain just go “imagine if Stan’s kidney landed somewhere in the black market somewhere and FORD is the one to acquire said kidney”

Hear me out, it’s not even for anything creepy or disturbing but rather to test for regenerative plants and potions etc. that could save people’s life’s! And ofc he doubts he could just be able to walk into a hospital and ask (very politely) for a kidney!

And once he gets said kidney he run some tests and comes to the realization of “wait a fucking minute… the dna is saying is mine which is not right. UNLESS-“

Leading to ford freaking the fuck out cause holy shit Stanley’s organ is sitting in ice in his fucking house and wherethefuckistherestofhisbrother-

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A special day is coming up tomorrow and this is a totally non-related doodle page about it

Okay I lied here’s what’s happening,

On June 14th there will be a huge protesting movement happening in several parts of America called the No Kings protest, against the presidents inhumane acts of large scale deportations of Hispanics/ Latinos, I am a proud Mexican American and these operations will never change the way I see myself because I know the difference between criminals and innocent civilians (newsflash its not somebody’s skin color)

Nobody is illegal on stolen land.

Instead of focusing on any real issues the talking Orange man wants to drive good hard working people away from their homes and families all while claiming to “protect” our police officers and army soldiers by turning them against the very people they swore to protect. To anyone that supports this insane injustice, Fuck you

With that being said, Palestine still needs help, heres some post with many references and resources so you can find a way to help other human lives

This one

And This one

Humanity is second nature don’t let it become a second thought

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Stanley Pines has been able to see a number above people's heads for a while. He knows no one can see it but lately the big difference between his own number and his twin's has been bothering him.

Every day the numbers go down and it only serves to feed his anxiety because Ford's numbers are shorter than his own...and so is everyone else's in the family.

Then he gets kicked out and his number drops to a significantly low.

It doesn't take much longer to realise what those numbers are and Stanley uses it to his advantage. Take one step to the right and it drops? Fine, left then. Going to a different state? Well the one he's banned from gives him a higher number so he'll just need a new ID.

A postcard arrives and he doesn't even check his number, he just rushes to his twin because his twin needs him. This time their numbers are the same but while Stanley's was incontinent, Stanford’s had been decreasing steadily like any other normal person who doesn't defy fate would..

Still, doesn't mean he likes to see those low numbers any better.

Then he accidentally pushes his own brother and he's floating towards the portal, his number rising significantly.

(Or: Stanley can see a death counter on everyone, getting pushed through the portal is what helped Ford survive longer from his fate :3 )

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I love late night thoughts cause why did my brain just go “imagine if Stan’s kidney landed somewhere in the black market somewhere and FORD is the one to acquire said kidney”

Hear me out, it’s not even for anything creepy or disturbing but rather to test for regenerative plants and potions etc. that could save people’s life’s! And ofc he doubts he could just be able to walk into a hospital and ask (very politely) for a kidney!

And once he gets said kidney he run some tests and comes to the realization of “wait a fucking minute… the dna is saying is mine which is not right. UNLESS-“

Leading to ford freaking the fuck out cause holy shit Stanley’s organ is sitting in ice in his fucking house and wherethefuckistherestofhisbrother-

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Stanley's luck was finally turning for the better. Sure, he was a week into panicking, having a feverish high over his minor inconvenience of a shoulder and many many MAAANY more suicidal thoughts than usual ever since the incident but now he came across baldy. So it's all good!

Finally things were looking up. How do you, an idiot high-scool 'drop out', a 'slow' in French, fix a portal when 1: you have no intelligence and 2: you have no materials? Easy! You steal from the time traveller!

And yeah- it'd be just Stanley's luck that the moment he is about to bring his brother back, the tkme police rushes after him and he accidentally throws himself 30 years into the future. And yes. It'd be just Stan's luck that his time machine is now broken.

(Or: Mullet Stan meets older broth- I mean dad- I mean- His older twin... and the niblings!)

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give him a big fat cigar (and if you do ford give him a soder pop)

stanley couldn't fit the cigarette in his mouth right but he was gonna die trying........

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Reason To Believe

Man it struck me kinda funny Seemed kinda funny sir to me How at the end of every hard earned day People find some reason to believe

tw: drugs mention

Ford had been receiving mystery calls for a while. They weren't very common, but in the last seven years he had got over 50. They were all fairly similar: he would answer the phone introducing himself, then asking who was on the other side of the line, and then he'd hear some quick breathing and other assorted street noises. Whoever they were, they would always call from a phone booth, not a closed space like a house. Sometimes, especially at the beginning, Ford would wait a few moments to try to get the other person to talk; he never succeeded. Then, as time went on and he became busier with work, he would snap at the caller, demanding them to reveal themselves, because he had no time for stupid games. The worst part came later, when he was in contact with different institutions that were offering him grants and he would be forced to always pick up the phone and wait for an answer, just to be met with more sighing and silence. It was driving him crazy.

He had tried everything: he had waited patiently; he had talked into the phone in hopes the receiver would articulate a single word back; he had changed his phone number a few times and only shared them with scholars, his family and Fiddleford; he had threatened the mystery caller with calling the police, trying in vain to intimidate them... None of that ever worked. In the last few years, he simply settled for ignoring it. Not because he didn't want to know who it was, but merely because he didn't have time for another theory to solve. He had to focus on his work, and he made the stranger know just that.

“It's you again? Wonderful. Make sure you listen to me. If the next time you call I don't hear a word as soon as I pick up, I will track you down. I have the technology to do it, and I will. This is my final warning. Do you understand?”

As per usual, no answer. Ford had hung up feeling like he finally made some progress, even if that was just partially true. He had made Fiddleford aware of his situation after the previous time, in which his friend was in the room when the call came through. The taller man, as usual, had matched his curiosity and was rather interested in the mystery, and he had begun building a tracking device. With their very packed schedules it was taking longer than they initially expected, but it was coming along. It was ready just in time for the next call.

“F! Get your invention, quick!”

The aforementioned jumped out of his bed and looked under it, pulling a box with God-knows-what in it.

“Are you ready?”

“Yessir.”

“Stanford Pines speaking.”

A beat of silence. Expected.

“Stanf-”

“Sixer...”

Ford's eyes nearly popped. He couldn't believe it.

“Sixerrr... tallk t'me...”

Actually, he could believe it.

It was so obvious. Who could have access to his phone number if not the people he gave it to? Easy: someone who got it from someone he did give it to. It also had to be someone close to him: he had thoroughly insisted on keeping this number private and to not share it with anyone he didn't know about. Of course, his mother (definitely not his father) had found the legal loophole and sent it to his only brother that didn't already have it.

Now it was his time to sigh. “Stanley?”

“Heyyy... what's up, whatcha doin'? How's life?”

This was unbelievable.

“Are you serious?” he began, his tone severe but under cont– “Are you serious?!”

No more self-control. Ford had exploded, destroying any remaining patience and curiosity he had before he heard his brother's voice. Even Fiddleford had stopped in his tracks, looking at Ford like he just grew an extra head. He knew about Stanley, his friend had told him about him when he found an old picture of two identical boys on top of a boat in between all of Ford's papers. He hadn't elaborated further, and Fiddleford hadn't pried.

“It was you? All of this time, it was you who was calling me?! For what, just to play with me? Was this just a sick prank of yours?!”

“...”

“Don't you dare stay quiet now!”

“I won't... 'm sorry.”

“Yeah, I bet you are sorry. Sorry because I caught you, I presume. What sort of prank is this?”

“S-Sixer pleas’... liss'n t'me...”

“Maybe I do not want to, Stanley! I have tried to listen to you, and you would not answer! Why should I listen to you?”

The sound of a slap against flesh was his only response, followed by a loud metallic thud. For a split second, Ford's anger turned into concern.

“What was that?” No reply. “Stanley, what was that?”

“Me,” his brother said. “'m tryna stay 'wake.”

“What do you mean awake–” Ford's concern quickly dissipated. The rage that followed was like nothing he had felt in a long time. “Have you been calling me while drunk?!”

It all made sense. The sighs, the silence, the very noticeable slurring that Ford hadn't discerned due to his agitated state... and now the self-beating. His brother was drunk, very drunk, and he was dragging Ford along with him for his miserable ride. The absolute nerve.

“Are you fucking serious, Stanley?! You've been calling me for years only to say nothing, making me paranoid that someone was stalking me, making me lose sleep over this, just because you were getting drunk?! And what, you decided that being miserable on your own wasn't entertaining enough, so you would call me… for what exactly? What were you trying to achieve with this stunt? Are you that much of a coward that you wouldn't even speak as I picked up?”

More silence, only broken by a nearby motorcycle.

“You're unbelievable. Utterly unbelievable. Almost ten years and you haven't had the guts to call me once, to apologize, to even start a conversation. And now it turns out you only do not care to speak to me, but also that this is some sick joke to you!” Once again, Ford's anger was turning into something else, and he knew what it was. He tried to focus on his rage rather than on the tight feeling that was taking over his whole heart. “I don't know what compelled you to do this dozens of times, but whatever you just drank, I need you to sober up and listen: Stop. Calling me. I was already mad at you and I was already mad at the mystery caller. But knowing that you're the same person is just too much. If you want to spend your time making poor decisions and ruining your life go ahead, but don't rope me into this no more! So for the last time, what do you want?!”

Ford's ears were ringing. He didn't think he had it in him to blow up like he did, but there it was; the accumulated frustration he had been feeling for almost a decade, let loose in a few minutes. He was furious, not only at the situation, but also because he didn't want this. He didn't want to explode like that. He didn't want his brother to be the mystery caller. And, above all, he didn't want to know Stanley was only calling him while intoxicated. Like their relationship was something so unimportant that a drunken conversation would do. Like he cared so little that a drunken joke was his way of entertainment.

For as much as he wanted to hate his brother, he couldn't. He could be angry, but not hateful. He had tried for years, but just imagining Stanley stopping by his college to apologize and make up was enough to give him hope. Such useless thing, hope.

“I jus' wanna say goodbye.”

What was that? “What?”

“Goodbye, Ford.”

A chill ran down Ford's spine. He should be angry, why was Stan's voice worrying him?

“What do you mean 'say goodbye'?” His voice was way less demanding than he would've liked. Ford looked up, only to see Fiddleford staring at him with his eyes fully open. At least he wasn't the only one taken aback.

“You won't hear from me again, doncha worry.”

“Stanley, clear your drunken mind for a second and speak. What are you talking about?” Stan said he'd leave him alone, why hadn't he hung up on him already?

“'m dead, Sixer. They're gonna kill me.”

Great. Just what he needed, a paranoid drunk brother.

“Stanley, for god's sake, you're just–”

“I'M NOT DRUNK, SIXER!” Stan screamed, loud enough that even Fiddleford on the other line flinched. “They... they found me... they gave me some'ing... but I ran. I'm out.”

Ford couldn't speak. If this was his brother's last attempt to gain his pity, it was working. He wanted to believe this was some drunken delusion, but Stan sounded incredibly scared. Stan was never scared. And if he was, he wouldn’t show it. In the very offhand chance that he was right...

“They'll find me. The car's outta fuel, and I... I can't even think. Whatever they put in my arm, it's strong. I can't go anymore. I'm so tired.”

A gentle hand on his knee brought him back to his senses. Fiddleford, who was sitting right in front of him on the floor, mouthed the words what's happening?.

“'m so sorry, Ford,” Stan said all of a sudden, and Stanford's heart fully broke. His twin was crying. His brother never cried, not even when he tricked people as kids. When was the last time he'd seen Stan…? Oh. Oh, no. “For everythin'. You're right, always, like always. I tried, I really did, I promise, but I just... I couldn't even be the only thing I was born to be... a brother.”

Ford opened his mouth, only to close it again at the sound of another, harder slap on the other side of the line.

“Listen, I put all ma money on this call, so please... please don' hang up.” Stan's voice was the slightest bit clearer after that second slap, but Ford could only focus on the way his voice was raspy, shaking, and pleading. He couldn't find a single trace of lying.

I won't, he said, only to himself.

“'m so sorry for everything. Everything. Not only whatcha thinkin' 'bout.” Even through the phone, Stan could read him like a book. “'m sorry for not being enough, ever. I wasn't smart 'nough to go study with ya, or strong enough to defend ya from all those assholes at school, or rich enough to get us both outta New Jersey like we wanted.” Ford was trying to make a mental note of everything his brother was saying, and he restrained himself from denying Stan’s words. “I always knew I was useless, but... you were still with me. And I would think it was because we're just twins, but... but you would tell me you liked having me around. Even if I was useless, you wanted me by your side.” Ford could almost see his brother smile while talking about him. “I didn't get it, and I still don't. I know it's different now, and I promise, I know that you want nothing to do with me, but I... I needed to call you before I'm gone, 'cause... I love you. I love you, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”

With his brother openly sobbing on the other side of the line, it shouldn't have surprised Ford to find a tear running down his cheek, but it did. It was a wakeup call, a sign that time was still ticking.

“... I'm sorry, I love you, Sixer, I–”

“Stanley, where are you?”

“... what?”

“Where are you, Stanley, come on.”

“I... why?”

“Just tell me!” The anger was there, but it had definitely shifted. His worry was taking over. If what his brother was saying was true, he had to go get him right now. If he was lying... at least he could go and spit in his face in person. Unfortunately, everything in the last five minutes was telling him it wasn't a lie. “Please, before the call cuts. Tell me.”

“What, you're gonna come pick me up?” Stanley laughed humorlessly, and Ford's mind replayed some moments back in their teen years in which Stan would scoff exactly like that.

“What, you're gonna come sleep in my bed?” That time when they were 12 and Stan had such a panic attack that he would not fall asleep.

“What, you think he's wrong?” That time when they were 14 and a teacher screamed and called Stan everything under the sun for not being able to read a text out loud.

“What, you think I didn't deserve it?” That time when they were 16 and Ford learned for the first time that their father had been hitting Stan since they were little.

All those times, Ford had surprised Stan by telling him the opposite of what we was thinking: yes, I'll sleep in your bed if it helps you stop shaking; yes, I think it's wrong that a teacher insults you because you have trouble reading; no, I don't think you deserve to be beaten up by your father. His brother had been shocked to hear those words every single time, like anyone in their right mind wouldn't say the same thing. Or maybe he was shocked that it was Ford who said them. Either way, he had always reminded Stan that he had his back.

When did that turn into this?

“Do you want me to?”

“...”

“Stan, I'm going. If what you're telling me is true and you really are in danger, I'm going.”

“...”

“Stanley, don't fall asleep!”

“'m not...” Stanley's voice was tired, too tired. Ford wasn't sure who would give up first, him or the phone. “Six', I... 'm already dead. It's not worth it. I'm not worth it, and y'know it. Deep down.”

Ford closed his eyes tightly. This self-loathing wasn't new, but it was terrible timing. His brother would shut down whenever he was like this and he wouldn't speak another word on the topic. He couldn't afford that. He needed to make him talk.

“Stan.”

“Yeah.”

“You said you love me, right?”

“...”

“Stan.”

“... more than anything, Six.”

“Then if this is our last talk, please, tell me. Where are you?

“'m... in New Mexico.”

“Okay, New Mexico, good. I need you to be more specific. Albuquerque? Santa Fe? Las Cruces?”

“I don't... I can't remember...”

“Stanley, you have to. Where was the last place you went to?”

“I... was on the run. From Mexico.”

“Mexico and New Mexico are not–” Seriously Stanford? Is this the time for a lecture? “Listen, are you positive you are in the US?”

“Yeah, 'm sure.”

“Alright, so if we've established that, I need you to focus, okay? What city is closer to you?”

“I don't know, I don't know Ford.” Stan's voice was getting increasingly weaker, and now the panic was seeping through.

“Okay, Stan, listen to me.” Stanford's mind was screaming at him to comfort his brother now; he could hear Stanley's breath getting faster, and his voice was getting higher. He was seconds away from a paralyzing panic attack, and he knew for a fact that a 'calm down' would not work on him. He just had to get him to talk, answer his questions, and nothing else. “How much does your payphone charge per minute?”

“Uhh... 15 cents.”

“How much did you put in?”

“I don't know, I think... like four bucks?”

“Okay, good, we have some time.” They did not have time. “After you left Mexico, do you recall the name of any city?”

“Some... they were mostly in Spanish.”

“Okay, good. You were good at languages, I bet you know what they meant. Which ones do you remember? What did they mean?”

“El Paso. The Step… Oscuro. Dark... Corona. Crown... Estancia. Stay.”

“Alright, and the one you're in right now, is it in Spanish?”

“No, this... I stopped here... because I knew the name.”

“What name was it?”

“It's... from a book. I book you read to me.”

“What book?”

“I thought... it was funny. And I stayed here. Before the car broke down.”

“Stan, what book was it?”

“Ford...”

“Tell me the book, come on.”

“I... I can't see.”

“Stan, just tell me the book, or the name, anything! Please, just anything!”

“It's... fine. I'm sorry, Ford.”

“Wait, Stan!”

On the other side of the line, a loud thud was heard against the pavement. Ford shouted his brother's name urging him to stand up, to wake up, to please say something. It only lasted a minute, though, until the signal went dead.

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Honestly we need more aus where Stan becomes god, like idk he dies tragically (yk basic simple Stanley activities) and afterwards either because of his connection to the universe or because of some other supernatural circumstance he becomes godlike.

Best part? It’s not even in a cool way, like this man is the most chill “idgaf” god to have ever existed. He can literally raise the dead, change gravity to his liking, save countless lives and the only thing he does with his powers is getting into hotels to sleep and take long hot baths. Oh and maybe get food service and checking up I’m on his family but that’s about it.

(He does get revenge on Rico/other gangs who fucked him up, not by killing them but by basically giving them the worst luck ever leading ti them getting caught by the police.)

And yes he does help ford against bill or prevent ford from ever even contacting him.

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OMG YES THANK YOU UGH THATS SO BEAUTIFUL- YES MORE GOD STAN AUS SEND THEM TO ME-

Honestly we need more aus where Stan becomes god, like idk he dies tragically (yk basic simple Stanley activities) and afterwards either because of his connection to the universe or because of some other supernatural circumstance he becomes godlike.

Best part? It’s not even in a cool way, like this man is the most chill “idgaf” god to have ever existed. He can literally raise the dead, change gravity to his liking, save countless lives and the only thing he does with his powers is getting into hotels to sleep and take long hot baths. Oh and maybe get food service and checking up I’m on his family but that’s about it.

(He does get revenge on Rico/other gangs who fucked him up, not by killing them but by basically giving them the worst luck ever leading ti them getting caught by the police.)

And yes he does help ford against bill or prevent ford from ever even contacting him.

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Functional Freeze

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Honestly we need more aus where Stan becomes god, like idk he dies tragically (yk basic simple Stanley activities) and afterwards either because of his connection to the universe or because of some other supernatural circumstance he becomes godlike.

Best part? It’s not even in a cool way, like this man is the most chill “idgaf” god to have ever existed. He can literally raise the dead, change gravity to his liking, save countless lives and the only thing he does with his powers is getting into hotels to sleep and take long hot baths. Oh and maybe get food service and checking up I’m on his family but that’s about it.

(He does get revenge on Rico/other gangs who fucked him up, not by killing them but by basically giving them the worst luck ever leading ti them getting caught by the police.)

And yes he does help ford against bill or prevent ford from ever even contacting him.

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There is so much family drama rn lmao🧍🏻‍♀️hopefully this is the last week I’m living with my parents, and perhaps this week is the ultimatum of whether or not I need to cut off contact with most of family (aka let’s see how they react to my nazi uncles newest fuckup)

In other better news, my friend /crush is literally the fucking sweetest person ever, genuinely he is such a great man 😭 I need to marry this dude I swear to gods.

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How sad would it be that right as the portal reopened, ford had taken that shot, except it went wrong. Beams of splitting off like a splintered tree, rays of light and destruction hitting everything in its path, hurting the monsters that have hurt Ford for the last 30 years. Perhaps it didn’t kill them, and there was no time to do so now with a portal clearly opened, but it filled ford with joy seeing them either in pain, damage that no ability or magic would be able to fix unless you were the axolotl.

But as ford steps out the portal, his joy turns into dread upon seeing the two children ontop the body of an older man, another person (giant gopher?) holding the man’s face gently. And ford steps closer, his boots stepping onto the small growing puddle of blood his own blood freezes. Glassy eyes stare back into him with hope and haziness as ford feels his world tilt.

In other words an au? Prompt where ford gun malfunctions and accidentally hits Stan