#F. Gary Gary

[vibe-stash]

Chris Tucker in F. Gary Gary's Friday (1995)

[mebssann]

average yuri/ yaoi couple

[dammjamboy]

not part of the madness

[grapefruit185]

i just think he's neat

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[derpycatsu]

i cant even think of a caption for this one. spilled my autisms all over the floor again. Post

[daybreaklynx]

they're on a date!! 🥹🤏🏽

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alt versions and chibi below

[misted-buttercup-enjoyer]

Mental Note: Since the only songs Fionna and Cake know are ones Simon also knows, the reason we see an album that's called Vampire Queen in f&c's world is because Simon listens to her music.

[dvlcecito]

im sorry marshall lee im not drawing ur bf but congrats on the gay sex

[inbarfink]

It is actually super thematically important that the Gumlee Subplot is, like, the Fluffiest Fluffy Coffeeshop AU in existence.

Because the whole universe-ending danger Fionnaworld faces is, like, to me it reads very much as a metaphor for the value of art and creative works that are self-indulgent?

Like, the whole Problem is that Prismo is not supposed to use his powers of Creation for his own personal enjoyment - he’s only supposed to use it to grant Ironic Wishes for others. Metaphorically, I think this is like a Creative making art for a studio or some other kind or employer, or for the sake of some specific audience or something. 

And while Prismo found some creative fulfillment in his job, he also wanted to make something for himself, something private, something self-indulgent. And thus Fionnaworld was born. A personal creative project made with no other consideration but the artist’s own sense of fun and pleasure.

Which is very appropriate considering how in the real world Fionna and Cake, while it grew into more than that, it was originally just the personal lil’ creative doodles of Natasha Allegri did for fun while she was working as part of the AT Crew.

In the eyes of the Scarab, and apparently the greater cosmological laws that he enforces - the existence of Fionnaworld is an ‘abomination’. Prismo shouldn’t be allowed to use his powers of creation for anything but his designated role of creating for the sake of others. 

And it seems like the resolution of the whole Scarab and Prismo plot thread is going to be on some level a reinforcement of the value and importance of creative projects - or whole universes - that are born out of self-indulgence and a desire to have fun and nothing more. You know, maybe it's not the worst thing in the world for Prismo to do something for fun, Fionnaworld clearly grew into something more than just God's self-indulgent doodles... something like that...

So it seems only appropriate that our main representation of Fionnaworld once the plot kicks into gear, the thing that gives the viewers a face and a personal angle to the unfathomably monumental task of saving a whole universe - is a Fluff-tastic Coffeeshop AU. 

In many ways the icon of silly indulgent fiction that exists just for personal pleasure. 

Especially as it contrasts against the generally much darker and grimmer ‘Authorized Universes’ we’ve seen.

Of course, not everyone creating silly fanfics for just their own sake is gonna create peaceful low-conflict Modern AUs. I bet there’s tons of AT fans creating fanstuff for their own sakes that are going to make stuff that’s just as heavy and dark as Vampireworld or even Extinctworld. Sometimes self-indulgence looks like angst and pain.

Buuuutt, the Fluff-heavy fanfiction and Coffeeshop AUs are still associated with wish-fulfillment and self-indulgent fiction in a way that really feels thematically important. 

[ven-finn]

I believe in a more ottery Gary than twink. Cmon, he’s a baker!

These two are so fun to draw

[icedmochasi]

Gary immediately smiling fondly when he realized Marshall had nothing but good intentions when he got the Lemoncarbs to come. That could have very easily ended in a big misunderstanding and I'm glad it didn't.

[fear-ze-queer]

gary's face in this scene makes me giggle every time i see it

[artsy-azure]

Anniversary

[ghouljams]

What do you think would happen if fae Roach did manage to somehow get a hook in his darling? You wrote about him stealing his darling once — “He can't steal you, he has nothing on you, no pull aside from the marks you made” — do you think he’d actually go through with it? 👀

He'd steal you without another thought. He'd pull on that hook until it hurt, until the ache behind your ribs made you see a doctor, until you bled. In a way he's already stolen you, his name scarred into the skin above your womb, lighting up each time he brushes his fingers over it. A favor to you, so you wouldn't have to keep writing his nickname, but the looping pen on the inside of your arm makes him think you can't see it. You held so still for him like the sweet thing you are, you let him fuck his magic into you, should he have sunk his teeth in instead? He already runs his tongue over the places you've written his name, carving his claim into you with his tongue and teeth. He'll write it as many times as it takes to cover you, every inch of skin down to the marrow of your bones.

Your empatia drives him crazy, not working its bastardized magic the way it's meant to, but instead stoking the fire he already had burning for you. Every hook that doesn't take hold makes him more desperate to try again. You have this awful ability to anticipate his gifts, to find a return present with similar value. Roach isn't sure if he should make his gifts bigger or smaller, if you have the same internal calculator that he does, if he should just overload you until something catches. Having a claim on you isn't quite the same as having ties to you. It feels different, feels like a house without a foundation, liable to slip free of the earth at any time.

You bring out the worst in him. You're such a pretty thing, he can't wait to pin you to a board and keep you. You already have one of his charms in your house, the little butterfly whos wings still flutter even with a stake through its heart. Do you notice that? Have you seen that pathetic creature beating against its bonds as desperately as a dog pulling its chain? You don't seem to. Such a strange thing you are, you don't notice any of his magic even when it's staring you in the face.

He grips your throat, holding your chin up and out of the way so he can tease his teeth against your pulse. Maybe he should start being pettier, counting the things that he could do. He could kill you, right here, splatter your nicely shelved books with all the bright crimson that flows through you. Should he count the kiss he lays there instead as sparing your life? A debt you could never repay, a reason to steal you away for good.

Makes him feel like Ghost to think about. The hook drops without catching. He'll figure something out.

[lonisaiou]

trans gumlee be upon ye (its a mix between newer and older doodles)