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turns to my audience of two people. How my fellow Eye Stealer fans doing tonight

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* HEY! CAN SOMEBODY [hear me? it's so] ?!

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I DIDNT MISS IT THIS YEAR

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TENNA WAIT A SECOND HOLD ON NOW-

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After weeks of toiling away, studying magics and practices he'd never really seriously considered using before, and after going to any length to get all the ingredients he needed, Stanford finally stood over his brother, ready for the nightmare to be over.

It had been so stupid, really, that a split-second reaction could topple a mountain. But the proof was in the pudding, and Ford prided himself on building anything from the ground up- his life, his career, his friendships, his house- and now, this. He'd taken the broken pieces and replaced them, sewing up his mistakes into something better.

He took in a breath, giving the body one more look-over, before his face hardened with resolve.

"This is it," he murmured to him. "Just hang on, Stanley. I'm almost done."

He strode over to the lever mounted on the wall of his study, and heaved it downward.

Electricity crackled through the air, and Ford watched with detached fascination as the body spasmed. His hairs stood on end, fingers twitching.

After approximately ten seconds, Ford pushed the lever back up, halting the flow, and waited.

The body remained still.

Ford felt his body loosen, eyeing his brother with a half-lidded gaze. "C'mon, Stanley," he grumbled, "now's not the time. You-" he swallowed, "you gotta get up."

He stepped closer, and could swear he heard the faint traces of breathing. But as he closed in, there was no such thing.

His fingers felt for a pulse. He felt the very last beat of a weak heart before it stilled again.

His breath caught in his throat. "NO!" He darted over to the medical shelves he'd brought in, ransacked from a hospital a ways away, and grabbed defibrillators. He rushed back, flicking them on and rubbing them together, not caring about any of the other steps involved. He only heard the hum of electricity before he slammed them down on Stan's chest, watching his body twitch violently.

But he still remained as he was.

Ford shook his head, then did it again, shouting "COME ON!" as cold metal met cold flesh.

Still, nothing.

Ford panted, shaking away tears as he did it one more time. He raised his arms up, taking a deep breath. "I don't care what I have to do," he growled, "just GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!"

He slammed the controllers down one last time, and a bright flash of white enveloped the room.

Ford raised his hands up to block it, but it remained. The world had gone quiet. Eerily so. It reminded him of when Bill would visit, how their surroundings would go greyscale as he sped up his thoughts- or as he slowed down time.

Floating above his brother was a large, pink salamander.

Ford took a step back, then hardened his resolve. "Where is he?" he demanded.

The creature tilted its head at him, making a soft noise of pity. "He is in my care," it responded, voice soft and etherial- an opposite to the shrill sound of Cipher's voice.

Ford shook his head. "Well, release him! He's not yours to own!"

It tutted, swimming through the air a bit towards him. "I do not own him," it stated plainly.

"Then you should have no qualms giving him to me!"

"You do not own him, either."

Ford sputtered. "I never said I did!"

It gazed at him sadly, then swam upwards in the opposite direction. "Stanley Pines lived a hard life," it said, softly. "He is now resting. He is more at peace now than he was before."

Ford felt something pulling at his heart at that, but he shook his head, trying to dislodge the feeling. "I can give him that. His death was an accident, I do not wish for him to- to go away, just yet."

The salamander shook its head, frills swaying gently. "You cannot even speak the word."

"What does that matter?" Ford grumbled towards the ground. "I'm making it up to him, aren't I?"

"That is not your decision to make."

"Then whose is it?" Ford's head snapped back up. He crossed his arms, glaring. "Is it yours?"

"It is his."

Ford paused, letting his arms drop. "He's here? Can he hear me?"

The god of death shook its head. "He may return if he wishes. But I do not give up those in my care often." It swam closer, just in front of Ford's face. "Stanford Pines, if I return him, you must look after him. I do not wish him to return to the life he had before. He shall not return to needless suffering."

Ford paused, brows creasing. "Needless suffering?"

"He shall tell you," its wispy voice said, "it time. Should he choose."

Ford swallowed. He took a step forward, lifting his eyes to meet the creature's. "He won't suffer anymore," he declared, making sure his voice was loud and clear. "I'll take care of him. And if we…" he glanced away for just a moment, "if we drift apart, or separate, he'll always be welcome in my home again."

The beast paused, then nodded. It turned away from him, swimming up towards the sky and disappearing behind the light.

A moment later, it swam back down, carrying a familiar face in its small arms.

"He is ready," it said. "He shall see you soon."

Time began to resume, the light disappearing as the defibrillators went off. The force of them knocked Ford back a bit, stumbling as he reached out for any surface to catch himself on.

From the table, Stanley gasped.

Ford's head snapped up, his eyes taking in every detail. Stan was breathing, face twitching in discomfort while his hands flexed and bent, likely stiff.

Ford dropped the equipment, startling Stan into opening his eyes.

Ford took a small step forward. "…Stanley?"

Stan didn't react immediately. He instead let his eyes roam across Ford for a moment, taking in how battered and tired he must look.

But then he smiled, letting his head fall back onto the table. "Hey, Poindexter."

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Reconciliation <3

(based off a fic I wrote a bit ago! link in notes ^^)

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I have actual uncensored horror, blood, death, and torture on this blog, but two infants sleeping in a cradle together was too much

Why are so many of my posts getting marked as mature, hello?????

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Why are so many of my posts getting marked as mature, hello?????

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🎵 Queen of the best strategies we've seen 🎹

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Jerk Ford AU: They Hate Each Other

Gift for @mistertiberius / @nowimjustastranger:

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Come on guys they're clearly not friends. They have begrudging professional respect (disrespect in Jerk Fords case because he's never respected anything in his entire life) at best, and hate each others guts at worse but don't have legitimate excuses to kill (Watchdog Ford), or emotionally destroy (Jerk Ford) the other one.

It's not like they have a borderline parasitic bromance that they deny brazenly in the face of all evidence.

Transcript and dedications below:

[1st Panel]

Watchdog and Jerk: We're not friends. *as they're seated next to each in O'Sadlys while surrounded by empty seating*

[2nd Panel]

Watchdog and Jerk: We're not friends. *waiting in line at the Annual Friendship Convention*

[3rd Panel]

Watchdog and Jerk: We're not friends. *while sitting directly next to each other on the couch with an empty spot on their other side*

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Lee, Anti Ford, and The Archivist: *stressed out and chain smoking because they're sick of those twos shit*

[Watchdog Ford and Lee-77/H by @nowimjustastranger.

The Archivist by @tearosepedall.

Anti Ford's design based off of the design by @zombiedeers

My first ask about the StCMO AU: Here

Tibby's first ask about the Jerk Ford AU: Here]

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I read reblogged post "What people often get wrong about young Ford" and I don't know how to feel about what I read. Because if we're going with the interpretation that the fact that Ford didn't defend Stan from that shitty principal had nothing to do with him being afraid of facing authority but because deep down he believed and agreed with what was being said, it makes the whole scene a thousand times worse. And it also eliminates the only excuse that makes it justifiable for Ford not to have said anything in that scene. I honestly don't know how to feel about all this.

Context: This post about younger Ford Pines by @padmerry

I'm not the blog that wrote that post, so I'm not sure you sent this to the right person, but I do wanna throw my own two cents in here regarding this as well.

Ford was 17. Maybe 18, but still. Bro was a kid.

His not wanting to speak up against authority does make sense to me as he wants to impress all the adults that are present in the room, and I do think that could be partly why he chose not to say anything, but since reading the post I agree with OP more in that it reads more like Ford agrees and just hates that he agrees. The thing he was cringing at was the way they were talking about Stan and not necessarily what was being said.

His entire life, Ford has been listening to this Stan smear campaign. Everyone thinks he just lies and cheats all day, dodging responsibility and overall just causing problems on purpose. The worst part is that they're partially right about that, too- there is irrefutable evidence that that's been the case for a long time.

The difference, to me, is that as a kid, Ford was in the middle of it and understood his brother and often partook in those activities as well. But as he grew up, his aversion to authority became more subtle while Stan was as loud about it as ever.

And while I could go on forever about Stan and how his nature is to be a caring person while his nurture was "you're the bad kid" over and over and over and over again, but I wanna stay focused on Ford for this post. So just keep that in mind.

So while Ford started trying to improve his own image, since he knew academics was the only way to move up in the world (or at least, that's what people told him and what he clings to), he started trying to obey rules more. Or at the very least, he was quieter about his disdain for them. I don't think he got more "meek" or anything, just quiet.

Stan didn't though. He was a menace in high school just as much as middle and elementary school. We can see in how he treats fellow students in ATO2S that he was kinda a low-key bully as well, which. c'mon man gfhsdkja

To me, it looks like Ford was trying to improve his image so he'd be seen as someone worthy of being taken seriously, while he saw that his brother was doing the exact opposite of that. While Stan fell further and further into bad habits, Ford tried his best to excel.

THAT'S what it really comes down to for me. He agreed that his brother was not doing well and possibly never would- not because he thinks Stan is dumb, but because Stan wasn't trying to. Again, we could read into why forever, but not on this post. I'm saying that to stop myself from doing exactly that LMAO

Ford KNOWS how smart Stan can be, and how skilled he is at sailing, building, planning, ect. He watched Stan buy his own car, they worked on the boat together, and overall his brother was a bit of a trickster. That's the part that really hurts- Stan could be becoming a better version of himself, and he's choosing NOT to.

So yes, Ford DOES agree that Stan isn't going anywhere in life. And he HATES that he agrees because he's aware of how cruel a statement like that really is. This isn't him harboring a secret hatred of Stanley or anything, this is him thinking Stan could be doing better if he simply applied himself! And he has to watch as Stan actively chooses NOT to do that again and again and again.

He's torn. He's sitting there like "don't talk about my brother that way," but if he were to speak up, he'd need to be able to prove that his brother wasn't what they were saying he was, and he couldn't do that.

So he just took it, cringing at the wording and hating how much easier this would be if Stan just applied himself. Stop goofing around and actually try for once.

This is getting long for what could be summed up in 3 paragraphs if I knew anything about condensing (which. i dont), so lemme just say that his closing the curtains isn't really a justifiable action.

What it was was Ford deciding that he didn't wanna stick up for Stan. Not this time. As the post pointed out, Ford had been sticking up for him for a long time over things he KNOWS Stan did wrong. But none of those things had been against Ford. The science fair project was the final straw. Now, Stan HAD hurt Ford- from his perspective, intentionally!- and this same guy turned around and was asking the person he just hurt to DEFEND him?!

Yeah. No. Not this time. You made the bed, now lie in it.

Again, it's NOT a justifiable action here. I'm not defending him. I just think this is what was going through his head. He was pained to close the curtains. He peeked out afterwards to see Stan reaching up for him, but couldn't go back on his decision. He wasn't thinking about the long-term, just the short-term feeling of "you hurt me and now you expect me to ignore that to get you out of trouble AGAIN? For the MILLIONTH time?"

I have this theory that if the show had been from Ford's POV, people would be hating on Stan WAY more and defending Ford WAY more. But that's the power of screentime lol.

Ford is a complex character and I adore him to no end. I don't blame him for what happened that night, but I don't think he was justified, either. What happened happened, and now both of them gotta live with that.

Though, as an ending sidenote, I am once again saying that this is kinda irrelevant and we SHOULD be pointing fingers at FILBRICK PINES, NOT THE TEENAGE CHILD WHO REALISTICALLY COULD DO NOTHING. Thank you.

I have a whole other hot take about the writing of the Science Fair that the GF fandom as a whole is NOT ready for, but that's for another day. Or post, I guess.

tl;dr ford was 17 and this was all the society they grew up in's fault with a little sprinkling of Filbrick being a bad father thrown in. Thank you.

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He's so greek hero coded to me. so uh. here's a culmination of my madness

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Well Dipper and his sis Mabel They liked to solve mysteries~

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She's telling the twins about her fashion lineup