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STANFORD PINES!!!
Hello?!?! Posting my first thing on here hope y'all like it😭
The silver fox himself teehee
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ford is the only person stan allows to see him cry, these days.
he’d rather have the kids unwise to it, content them with the thought that the brief, unexpected, three-decades repressed sniffles he used to let out around them have gone with his brother’s return. he’ll allow an emotional goodbye or a soft, personal moment—age and love have worn him down. but those tears aren’t the kind he means, really.
his gasping, hiccuping, private meltdowns would just make the kids anxious. and yes, they make ford anxious too—he hovers, then wraps stanley up in a tight embrace, desperate to know if there’s anything he can do, threatens the long-dead monsters that still haunt his mind. but ford is made of anxiety, and he always has been. he’s a sort of vessel for it, and though it pains stan to add more water to his overflowing pitcher of guilt and stress, some days he feels fragile, his own jagged-edged soul pressing up against his ribs and threatening to puncture his lungs.
he is strong for everyone else—he is strong for ford, most times. but on some evenings, or in the dead of night, it is dark and oppressive and lonely, and the memories feel too fresh in his mind, unearthed from years of repression by the ray of the memory gun, and he needs to let it go. he needs to cry, needs to be held and told that those times are far, far behind him. and who else would he turn to but his brother? the brother who knows so much of hard times, knows him, even after all these years? the brother who screams in his sleep, who wakes up in fitful jolts and hides himself from the entire word, save for stan?
they rely on each other. they cry in front of each other. they pour into each other’s pitchers until the water is so mixed they can’t tell what started where. for that is the way that they are—two parts of a patched-together whole.
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we see from Stanley's perspective that he thinks of himself as the "bad twin." so a lot of the fandom assumes that everyone in Stan and Ford's lives treated them like the "bad twin" and the "good twin" when they were younger. that that's just how things were. but I'm not so sure that's actually the case.
because when they were kids, Stan was also the stronger one. yes, Ford was also put in boxing with him, but Stan is the one who actually puts those lessons to use more often. I think it's just as possible that Ford saw himself and Stan as "the strong twin" and "the weak twin," and I think that double, opposite designation of a "better" twin is a) way more interesting and b) much more in line with the show than automatically making Ford the golden/favored child.
there's a few other analyses that I'm gonna link back to in this if I can find them later, but they're excellent takes on two things: Ford's complex around his own physical strength and his focus on developing it throughout his life, and Filbrick's lack of acknowledgement of Ford's intelligence for what it is until it was possible for that intelligence to make him money. (one thing I haven't seen mentioned a lot when it comes to Ford, Stan, and physical strength is their primary choice of weapons: Stan uses things that require strength of the user, such as bats, brass knuckles, and fists. Ford's weapons of choice are always guns of some sort, which require good aim, but not much in the way of inherent physical strength, unless it's like a massive unwieldy sci-fi space gun, and I think that says something about how they view their own strengths and weaknesses maybe.) I might also try to find that analysis on Ford being just as much of a menace as Stan.
anyway what I'm trying to get at here is that the "good twin, bad twin" angle isn't entirely accurate. it's the one that Stan ascribes to himself and his brother in the climax of the show, so it makes sense that's the one that sticks with fans. but the whole point of their childhood is that they only really had each other, because everyone else looked down on them. they weren't "the dumb twin and the smart twin", or "the behaved twin and the misbehaving twin", or "the strong twin and the weak twin," or "the freak twin and the not-a-genetic-freak twin."
they were "the weak twin and the stupid twin." "the freak twin and the misbehaving twin."
there's a reason Crampelter's taunts are highlighted in ATOTS. "hey, look, it's the loser twins." "you're a six-fingered freak, and you're just a dumber, sweatier version of him." they were both looked down on by others, in different ways.
but working on the Stan-O-War, things were different. "good thing you've got your smarts, Poindexter. I've got the other thing. what is it called? oh, right, punching!"
when it was just the two of them, they could be the smart twin and the strong twin. they each took the traits they were better at—the traits they were at least not bullied for, if not praised for—and each formed their sense of self around it. they saw themselves as two halves of a whole, each with one good quality that they could use to work together.
(@canadianno essay one have fun)
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I will never understand how and why people seriously hate on teenage Ford. I get not liking some of the things he would do later in life, sure, but was he really wrong for how he behaved before his and Stan's falling out?
If you ask me, then no, I don't think he was. Because what did he want? Why was there a rift between the brothers even before the science fair?
For all of his youth Ford had a very strong desire to be seen for something other than what he was born as. Because who was he, really? One of a set of twins? Specifically the weird one with six fingers? And of course, he loved his brother and wanted him to be a part of his life, but that's the thing, isn't it. He, Ford, wanted Stan, his twin who was very dear to him, in his life, but it would be Ford's own one, separate from Stan's. He didn't want to be just one half of a person anymore and he didn't want Stan to be that way either. Stan, however, who had throughout his life repeatedly been told that he is worth nothing without Ford, obviously clung to this "dynamic duo" hard. And actually I can't help but think that here Stan was the one whose emotions were unhealthy. Because how wrong is it to just want to be your own person and to follow your ambitions?
Actually this may or may not be a hot take, but I do believe that everyone would be so much better off if everything went well and Ford got into his dream university. Both Stan and Ford would be able to develop as people separately from each other, while still being on good terms. In canon so much of their lives was defined by attempts to fill the hole in their lives which was left in the absence of the other twin. And besides, Stan would not have that need to focus solely on earning as much money as possible as quickly as possible (which is what got him into all the legal trouble that he found himself in. I do think he could've settled down and done somewhat well, just didn't, because people don't become millionaires by getting a minimum wage job and settling down, do they?).
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hi hi hi more commissions 💥
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u get my sad post for today SORRYYYYYYY💔💔💔💔
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very good, now make them lesbians
uncensored version and closeups under cut. I just don't know how tumblr would react on a lil bit of nudity. cw: bare tits (just in case)
click for better quality :3




god bless women
#gravity falls#fiddauthor#stanford pines#ford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#yuri#i love women so much it hurts#god bless lesbians#i made this instead of sleeping#my art#ford squared
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A mug is home.
Stanley Pines never really had a ceramic mug, ot was always those plastic and carton cups for his coffee and his coffee always tasted like shit...he always liked it creamier, with milk and sugar but that costed extra and caffeine is what kills his hunger easiest.
When he began living as Stanford Pines he used the dishes that were already there, finally he could carry around a steaming cup of coffee down to the basement, boring and white.
Then he became Mr Mystery and began selling mugs as part of merchandise: a classic ugly yellow with a question mark. A mug?
It was for customers only, or at least it was supposed to be but Stanley fojnd himself taking one for himself. He found himself dropping the Stanford act more and more because yeah it was a ceramic mug but it was HIS.
Then the little twins came along...by then things had changed a lot but it was never truly home. It was Ford's house afterall. Still, if Stan closed his eyes and ignored the many nights and early sunrises he spends in the basement, he could almost pretend it was a home.
He is one day handed a mug. It is glittery and messy and probably has materials that wouldn't be safe do drink from. It is his mug, given by the twins. It is HIS.
A ceramic mug is something you only get when you settle, when you plan to stay and wake up under the same roof for a long time. It is a promise of home.
A mug is home.
Later on, when Ford and Stan prepare to sail away, Stanley insists they shoukd make their own mugs from scratch.
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Here's a little butterfly skeleton i drew, totally scientifically accurate
(source: trust me bro)
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Do we ever talk about how Stanley aged? And I don't mean in a "haha younger twin look older" kinda way, but just how much he ran himself into the ground?
Imagine what Ford was thinking once he got a good look at Stanley. Without the judgement or bitterness, without the haze. REALLY looked at him. His sunken eyes, his thinning and greying hair, the layer of chub that has accumulated on his torso and arms. The amount of scars and marks he had earned.
The realization of just how much Stanley neglected himself in favor of him. Neglected himself in favor of the kids, of the business, of everything.
Maybe even the realization of how HE would have looked, if Stanley didn't swoop in all those years ago. How HE would look if he had to fight sleep at night and work his ass off during the day like he planned. The realization that Stanley took all that burden, and he'd do it again for him in a heartbeat.
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quick sketch to cheer our favorite old man victory
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i think it's unfortunate you cant really discuss the possible connotations of bills abuse of ford in an allegory for sexual abuse because everyone is so quick to defend their triangle when the room for that discussion is very present
i mean even without going into all the metaphorical mess with the possession theres just the straight up nonconsensual public nudity and sexually charged tattoo bill forced ford into getting


would i call the way these are played off in the canon tasteless? yeah. but regardless this did occur
and as for the possession. not only is it literally in this mentality of "you said yes the first time which means you say yes for every single time i do this to you/you cant take back your consent" that is very Indicative of something but this literally is a violation of fords body and control and anything at a fundamental level.

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I wanted to draw fish more than ford lol
it shows, bro's kinda crooked don't mind him

look at him with fish. so happy to have the fish. let the old man have the fish
original pic under the cut


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