#stanley doods

[doodlingbot]

Peekaboo ?

[butchclown]

> he's judging you and your human grossness. especially now that HE has to deal with it, too.

> aka i think narrator getting worked up over "being corporeal" is funny. that old man gets down to the office and immediately starts a coughing fit.

[johankasas]

i love your narrator's nails so much!! looks sooo fancy!!

I have tf2 hands syndrome-

[whaile]

just finished rewatching gravity falls and it's real gay grandpa hours, kids

[flower-do0dles-dump]

I walk into your house, sit this down on your lap in front of you, and I leave.

[kumatora770]

Also, have some doodles from a few months ago cause I'm back baby!!!

(Warnin, dey ain't da best but dey're alright)

[emcake1]

more stanley parable doods :P

[rosetta222]

A compiled collection of doods of ya boys the narrator and stanley

[mr-parable]

Oh my god I absolutely adore your art style

AND YOUR STANLEY

My god he is such a fucking goober, that is the only word that can describe him.

A goober

A doible

A scrimblo

A doode

A guy

I love him so much I wanna squish him. I wanna put him in a jar and shake him violently /pos

*foams at the mouth* autism moment

Oh don't worry .. I'm one step ahead of you...

[thisnoah]

Aaaa life is kicking my ass as per usual so have some traditional Narrator doods +a stanley

[birdy-bird-art]

WOE Parable Actors doods upon ye. Finally broke through my art block this past month, let's see how long this lasts ehehe

Got Gidget being cute with sooo many people (and being an AuDHD Mood), @charmemes and Nancy as besties, a possible scene from the possible third installment '(hey is it alright if I keep) calling out your name?' where perry... does its best to get into Stanley B's head, and-

Huh.

What's that thing doing there?

[doodlingbot]

First person

[butchclown]

its 3am and im having thoughts

[joostjongepier]

Wat?   Ringwood, a Brocklesby Foxhound (1792) door George Stubbs, A Dog lying on a Ledge (midden 17e eeuw) door onbekende kunstenaar, Laying down the Law or Trial by Jury (ca. 1840) door Edwin Landseer, Dog of the Havana Breed (1768) door Jean-Jacqes Bachelier, Portrait of Fanny, a favourite dog (1822) door James Ward, Hector, Nero, and Dash with the Parrot, Lory (1838) door Edwin Landseer, Podge (1850) door Koningin Victoria, Head of a Dachshund (1840) door Prins Albert, Pluto (1988) en Pluto’s grave (2003) door Lucian Freud en Dog Painting 30 (1995) door David Hockney

Waar?   Tentoonstelling Faithful and Fearless – Portraits of Dogs in de Walllace Collection, Londen

Wanneer?   8 augustus 2023

Vandaag bezoek ik een portrettententoonstelling in de Wallace Collection. Het is niet de eerste keer dat ik een expositie met portretten bezoek, maar deze keer is tóch anders: dit zijn namelijk allemaal portretten van honden.

Het schilderen van hondenportretten werd in Groot-Brittannië populair in de achttiende eeuw. Aristocraten kregen door de jacht een nauwe band met hun honden en ze waren rijk genoeg om hun viervoeters op canvas te laten vereeuwigen. De grootmeester op dit gebied was George Stubbs. Het Mauritshuis wijdde in 2020 een tentoonstelling aan de paardenportretten van deze schilder. Stubbs bestudeerde de anatomie van de door hem geschilderde dieren nauwkeurig en gaf hen weer met individuele kenmerken. Er zijn van deze kunstenaar vijftien hondenportretten bekend. Ringwood was een Brocklesby Foxhound in bezit van de eerste Baron Yarborough. Het was een top fokhond. Het gewas rechts is vingerhoedskruid. De Engelse naam Foxhood verwijst naar de naam van het ras.

Niet alleen aristocratische honden werden vereeuwigd. A Dog lying on a Ledge is een anoniem werk uit het midden van de zeventiende eeuw. Het toont een doodgewone straathond, maar wel uitstekend geschilderd. De belichting laat het dier prachtig uitkomen tegen de donkere achtergrond.

In de negentiende eeuw schilderde Edwin Landseer allegorische voorstellingen van honden. Een fraai voorbeeld is Laying down the Law or Trial by Jury. Een poedel als rechter spot met de pruiken en gewaden die rechters droegen. Het schilderij is een satire op de ouderwetse juridische procedures in de negentiende eeuw.

Ook van schoothondjes werden schilderijen vervaardigd, Zoals Bachelier’s Dog of the Havana Breed. Het beestje vertoont antropomorfe trekken. Hij kijkt schuldig uit zijn ogen, wetend dat hij ondeugend is geweest.

Bij de schoothondjes kom ik ook een bekende tegen. Afgelopen zondag was ik in Soane’s Museum en zag daar een portret van zijn vrouw Eliza met een hondje op haar schoot. Van datzelfde hondje, Fanny, hangt hier een portret door James Ward. Toen Eliza was overleden ontstond er een sterke band tussen Soane  en Fanny. Na haar dood bouwde hij een grafmonument voor haar en gaf de schilder Ward opdracht tot het maken van dit portret.

De band van het Britse koninklijk huis met honden is bekend. Vooral koningin Victoria was een fervent hondenliefhebster. De schilder Edwin Landseer, met wie zij een uitstekende relatie had, schilderde haar favoriete huisdieren: Dash, Hector en Nero samen met de papegaai Lory. Victoria en Albert waren zelf ook actief als kunstenaar en maakten waterverfschilderijen en etsen van hun honden, zoals Podge (potlood en waterverf door Victoria) en Head of a Dachshund  (ets door Albert).

Lucien Freud schilderde de geadopteerde hond Pluto meerdere keren en na diens dood schilderde hij zelfs zijn graf. En ook David Hockney schilderde zijn honden Stanley en Boodgie veelvuldig.

[gravityends]

Gravity Ends

I’m not very good at writing so don’t mind that!

This is the first chapter of many!

Chapter One: Welcome to Gravity Falls

It’d been about half a year since the kid was adopted into the family but he still hadn’t adjusted. There were many relatives he was still yet to meet, but he was on his way to stay the summer with his grunkle, Soos Ramirez. From what he’d heard, Soos was also adopted into the family, but at a much older age, 23? 22? He couldn’t quite remember. But before he could remember, his thoughts were interrupted by his father.

“Hey bud! You doing good back there? You’re quieter than normal.” Mason Pines (preferably known as Dipper). The one who’d taken him out of that slowly decaying orphanage. Dipper was a great father, he was stern at times but only when he needed to be.

“Im fine. Just..yknow…bored.” Louis responded.

“Fun fact! I actually spent my first summer here at your age! That’s how I met Candy!” Dipper was way too energetic to be considered an adult, but nothing can change that.

Louis stared out the window mindlessly. That was until he saw the sign.

“Welcome to Gravity Falls”

Dipper precisely parked outside of some ugly, old, ruined, tourist trap called the “Mystery Shack”.

“Here’s where you’ll be staying!” Dipper blurted out gleefully.

“What??? Aw come on! This place is a dump!” Louis was pretty sure his father was joking, well he was hoping he was atleast.

“That’s exactly what I thought when I first saw the Shack, but I grew to love it!”

Dipper hopped out the car and greeted an older man, from some pictures Louis had seen he could just about piece together that it was Soos. One thing was for sure though. He. Wanted. To. Go. Home.

“Louis! You can come out of the car yknow! They don’t bite!” Dipper laughed, waving over at him.

The tween hopped out of the car and awkwardly shuffled over to the two.

“Hiya Dood! I’m your great uncle Soos,” He happily reached a hand out to Louis offering a handshake (which the kid hastily declined), “but for ease, just call me ‘grunkle Soos’!”

Louis groaned at the meer mention of that word, as someone who’s favourite lesson is English, he hated that abomination of two words that should not be combined. He thought it couldn’t get worse but just as that thought exited his mind two much older men crashed out of a nearby trailer.

“THEYRE HERE??” One yelled.

“Yes Stanley, they’re here.” The other, much more mature, one replied calmly.

Who Louis could only assume was Stanley rushed over ,the mature one following behind, and rapidly got Dipper in a headlock.

“Ya knucklehead! I missed ya!” He bellowed.

His voice seemed louder than Louis’ morning alarm (and that damn thing is way too loud).

“Haha! I missed you too, grunkle Stan!” Dipper responded, giggling lightly.

The look on Louis’ face was priceless. He was concerned, confused and annoyed all at once.

“There he is!” Stan released Dipper and walked over to Louis, “I’ve heard much about ya, you little squirt!”

Louis looked at the man and frowned.

“Ya don’t talk much do ya.”

“Dipper it’s great to see you!” The other one came over to Louis, “And you must be Louis! I’m Stanford, but do call me ‘grunkle Ford’!”

Louis was so bothered by the name that he didn’t notice Dipper saying his goodbyes and getting in his car. By the time Louis had zoned back in Dipper was already gone.

“How long does an American summer last again?” Louis asked.

“About 3 months, dood!” Soos replied.

“Great. Just great..” Louis groaned.

“And this is your room, dood! Make yourself at home!” Soos audibly grinned.

Louis was more than happy to sit down and relax. The tour was boring, the shack smells of old people, and the room is full of mold spots! For the love of god! Someone get this place a safety check! Louis decorated the room with jars and jars of bones, crystals, sea glass, plants, sticks, coins and feathers (plus the occasional terrarium). He’d put up a poster here and there of his favourite shows, games, and movies, then he climbed up on his bed to hang a couple pride flags, some ghost lights, and fake vines. If he was staying here for three months he’s making this place feel like home. And for one final touch he decorated his bed with a mountain of plushies. A knock on his door made Louis jump.

“Hey kid! Mind if I come in?” Stan said, his voice muffled by the door.

“Sure.” Louis hastily replied.

As soon as Stan entered he was shocked by the decor.

“Wow kid, you sure know how to decorate. Anyways wanna come out for a walk with me, Soos, Wendy, and Ford later?” Stan asked.

“Sorry, sorry, who’s Wendy?” Louis tilted his head to the side as he asked.

“Oh right! You’ll meet her later! So do ya wanna come or not?” Stan chuckled.

“Sure why the hell not.” Louis shrugged.

“Alright meet me downstairs at 9 PM!” Stan patted Lou’s head before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

Louis sighed and looked at the clock. It was 8 PM so he had just about an hour to get ready. He brushed his hair, put on his all time favourite outfit (with a matching jacket), the best pair of boots he owned, and stumbled downstairs the second it hit 9.

“Damn kid, when I said you had to be here at 9 I didn’t expect you to be here at exactly 9!” Stan cackled and ruffled the kids hair, messing it up.

“Oh hey! I’m Wendy!” The tall redhead approached Louis.

Out of pure habit Louis reached his hand out for a handshake which Wendy happily accepted.

“Hey! Why does Wendy get a handshake and not me?” Soos laughed from the doorway beside Lou.

“Alright everyone lets get going! We’ve got a treacherous road ahead of us.” Ford chimed, exiting the shack. The group followed behind.

The crunchy sound of leaves underneath Louis’ feet echoed through the forest. It was just about sunset and the forest radiated in the orange light of the sun. Louis had one headphone on so he could just about hear the conversation between Stan and Soos.

“And that’s how Ford thought a stranger was his own reflection!” Stan said as Soos chuckled back.

Louis was lost in the thought when suddenly something called out to him. Not verbally but he knew it wasn’t his imagination. He stopped in his tracks, catching the group off guard.

“Something the matter kid?” Stan asked, putting a hand on Louis’ shoulder.

“No.” He muttered in reply.

But something was the matter. He had this urge to go and look for whatever was out there. But something just wasn’t right. It felt…familiar? Like his own voice had just called out to him in the night. The orange light from the Sun was slowly fading away, and out of habit Louis grabbed Stans hand.

“Ok, what’s up kid?” Stan questioned, still walking.

“Sorry, can’t see well in the dark,” Louis tapped his head, “especially with this visual snow syndrome nd all.”

Stan shrugged, “Whatever ya say kid.”

He wanted to go out there. No no cross that, he NEEDED to go out there. There was something in the distance. Louis could just about make out it’s shape. It was triangular and seemed to have some sort of twig hanging out of it, or maybe it was an arm. Louis didn’t know.

Louis jumped lightly when Stan stopped. He looked up. They seemed to be standing around some sort of fire circle. Stan let go of Lou’s hand and walked into the circle, placing down some fire wood and lighting it on fire. He tossed on some gas for a larger affect and sat down on a nearby log. Louis joined everyone as they all sat down. He couldn’t lie, it looked quite cultic. There was a question itching at the back of his mind. What’s that triangle thing? He couldn’t bare to ask it though. He was way too far into his mind to hear the start of Stan’s horror story. His leg bounced rapidly. Ford looked over to him. He recognized the action from Fiddleford but didn’t end up saying anything. Stan yelled, failing to end his story with a jumpscare.

“And that’s why you don’t mess with the moth man!” He shouted.

“Actually Stanley, Moth Man is rather polite. If you forget the fact that he owes me money..” Stanford remarked.

Louis sighed.

“We done yet?” He stammered.

“Yep! Now let me just-“

Something rushed past Stanley nearly knocking the old folk over.

“HOLY MARY.” The man yelled.

“Mary on a cross.” Louis mocked.

Stan gave him a stern look before trying to locate the creature. He spotted it in the moonlight. It had large, feathered wings, a beak, but the body of a lion. It was clearly a griffin. It stared at them. Letting out a cry before pouncing towards them.

“RUN.” Ford squawked.

The group rushed into the darkness accidentally leaving Louis behind. The poor guy was practically blind out here. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, quickly turning his torch on. He looked around him. Nothing. He stood up. Slowly walked out of the circle. But stopped. He’d bumped into someone. No scratch that. Something. He blasted his torch light up. The beast stared down at him. He couldn’t move.

Stan yelled from the distance,

“YOU GET AWAY FROM HIM!” He flung himself at the bird, punching at it uncoordinatedly.

Soos grabbed Louis’ arm and ran, bringing him with him. Louis could just about see the shack in the distance. They rapidly approached it and entered, slamming the door behind them. They stood in silence for about five minutes before something pounded on the door. The gang stared in shock. Suddenly, the door flung open and the group screeched.

“What?” Stan asked.

Soos sighed in relief,

“Dood we totally thought you were like some monster or something.”

They all chuckled at his remark.

“I’m way too tired to process anything right now. I’m heading to bed.” Louis groaned.

“Alright, night kid!” Stan smiled.

“Night guys.” He replied back.

Louis headed up the stairs to his room and threw himself onto the bed. He got changed into some PJs and lied down. He stared up at the wood ceiling and slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Night Louis.”

It?

Whispered.

[boopliette]

so i’m really into it right now?