#Stan and ford

[nowimjustastranger]

How would STCMO!Ford react if Lee hid an injury or a sickness from him? Worried? Hurt? Scared?

“Ugh… shit. Ow.” Lee hissed, slowly easing his shirt up to get a look at the nasty bruising practically on top of his poor kidney. Damn, it was the kidney that he’d grown back too. The scuffle that resulted in said bruising had been short but vicious, Lee taking a bony elbow to the side two or three times before the would-be kidnapper succumbed to lack of oxygen –courtesy of Lee’s chokehold– and passed out.

Ford had been too busy soothing the kid Stan to give chase, the boy clinging to him and wailing his little lungs out. Honestly, Ford had looked torn as Lee surged into the alleyway to pursue the fucker who had tried to drag the kid off, but Ford had ultimately trusted Lee to catch the creep considering that the old fart was still with Stan when Lee hauled the asshole back to the scene of the crime.

Lee had left the unconscious fucker in a dumpster to collect later before emerging from the alley, brushing his hands off on his sweatpants as he sauntered onto the sidewalk to rejoin the sniffling boy and his now kneeling brother. Ford had managed to calm the kid down with a vibrant red toy race car, speaking in low tones as gloveless hands that were scarred from a rough life wiped away the boy’s tears with heart-wrenching gentleness.

The kid had been delivered to his shitty ass parents with a curt explanation of what happened, Lee tuning out Caryn’s hysterics and Filbrick’s attempts to speak over his distressed wife in favor of watching little Ford cling to his brother with huge eyes. The kid was already so smart at his age, fully grasping the severity of the situation if the way his face rapidly blanched of color as Ford spoke of the incident was any indication.

Stan was crying again, hiding his face in the crook of his brother’s neck to muffle his already quiet sobs. And Lee could hear the boy speaking, but he couldn’t make out the words. Lee could guess what the kid was saying though, it was written all over little Ford’s face. The kid’s wide eyes darted from Stan to the adults as his grip on his brother tightened, crushing Stan to his chest like he wanted to absorb his brother into his body.

After Ford calmed things down, Lee was really feeling the aches and pains of a quick and dirty fight. So when they got back home, Lee immediately distanced himself with the excuse that he needed a shower. And, in his defense, he did need one. Grappling in dirty and dank back alleys meant that Lee was covered in questionable substances and didn’t exactly smell like roses. But whatever, it was nothing that a thorough wash wouldn’t fix.

Which led him to this very moment in time, scrutinizing his reflection as he gingerly pulled his filthy shirt up over his head.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, but he could tell at first glance that it wasn’t anything serious. Wouldn’t be the first time he had to figure out whether or not he had internal bleeding by sight and feel alone. Thankfully, there was no swelling or unmanageable pain, so he resigned himself to just keeping an eye on the ugly patch of blues and purples that colored his skin for a few hours to ensure that it didn’t get any worse.

Lee stripped naked and fiddled with the knobs until the water was just shy of scalding, steam rising from the spray. When he stepped under the showerhead he very nearly moaned at the amazing water pressure, the hot water soothing his various aches and pains like nothing else. He braced his hands against the wall and tipped his head down to watch the filth swirl down the drain, lulled into a trance.

“Lee? I brought you a towel and a change of clothes.” Ford called out after delicately knocking on the door, his voice muffled by the obstruction. Still, it was more than enough to snap Lee out of his daze. He poked his head out as Ford entered the steamy bathroom, the older man unfazed by the drastic increase in temperature.

“Thanks, Ace.” Lee drawled with an appreciative grin, running a hand through his hair to slick it back. Ford spared a moment to give Lee an answering smile before he dutifully placed the stack of folded clothes on the counter, hanging Lee’s favorite fluffy red towel on the rack. But, instead of leaving afterward, Ford lingered.

“Somethin’ the matter, Digit?” Lee prompted when it didn’t seem like Ford was going to speak his mind anytime soon, opting to pull the curtain open further so he could just focus on covering himself from the waist down. Although he may not have thought his plan through because Ford’s eyes immediately honed in on the bruising, his kicked-puppy expression rapidly darkening as he swiftly closed the distance between them.

“It seems I’ll have to reevaluate what manner I dispose of the maggot in the basement.” Ford stated with a chilling calm that didn’t match the rage that colored his face, stormy eyes examining the bruise. Ford’s tender fingers mapped out every little cut and scrape that littered his torso, his previous scarring long gone thanks to Ford’s serum.

“So long as it’s painful, I could care less how the bastard dies.” Lee huffed with a shrug, his callous words drawing Ford’s intense gaze from a scabbed up scrape that he had gotten when he tackled the would-be kidnapper to the ground. And once Lee had gotten the man pinned, he had been awfully tempted to just handle the matter himself, his fingers itching to curl around the man’s throat and squeeze until he saw the light leave the fucker’s eyes.

You don’t mess with kids. You just don’t.

“I can arrange that.” Ford murmured with a decisive nod, as if Lee’s verdict had sealed the man’s grim fate. It was an addicting kind of power, to hold someone like Ford in the palm of his hand. Lee could ask Ford for anything and it would be given to him. He could ask Ford to do anything and it would be done without hesitation. And Ford didn’t go along with Lee’s every whim because of something as cheap as worship; it was love.

“You told me that you weren't hurt, Lee.” Ford grumbled disapprovingly, his eyes narrowing. Lee… hadn’t actually considered that it might occur to Ford that Lee had technically lied to him earlier. Lee hadn’t exactly known that he wasn’t seriously injured until he was able to get a look at his side, not that he would ever admit to deliberately hiding a potentially life-threatening wound from Ford.

“I’m not.” Lee sighed with a decidedly fond roll of his eyes, though he was forced to amend his statement when Ford pointedly poked Lee’s bruise like a total asshole. “Not seriously, at least. You don’t need to make a fuss over every little bump ‘n bruise, Ace.”

“Is that not my right as your big brother?” Ford challenged and Lee found himself far too stunned by the casual declaration to protest, blinking dumbly at Ford’s annoyingly smug face. Ford had never outright said that Lee was his brother before, so Ford blatantly claiming the position of big brother had Lee’s insides squirming with both joy and no small amount of anxiety.

Was he really allowed to have this? To have him?

Lee still had an older brother out there, a brother that had joined a psychotic sentient nacho chip in destroying the world. Lee was supposed to die there, driven to take drastic measures in order to escape the gilded prison that his brother had put him in. Ford had reluctantly coughed up that little tidbit after several bottles of the good shit a few months ago, and thankfully Ford doesn't remember that he told Lee.

Still, the knowledge had burrowed deep, growing and festering with every moment Lee spent second-guessing his existence.

“You got me there, Ace.” Lee managed after a lengthy pause, hoping that his smile wasn’t as strained as his voice. Fortunately, Ford seemed to be under the impression that Lee was all choked up because he was overwhelmed with happiness and not because he wanted to scream or cry or possibly even both. Ford took Lee’s trembling hands into his own and gently squeezed before guiding them up to his face for a sweet nuzzle.

[maplepinew]

⚓The little slow Ford 🖊️

I always liked to think that Stanley doesn't just stand out as the "strong twin", I mean, yes, it's true that Stan always protected Ford from bullies when he was a child, but I have a headcannon in my head where he is really good in Math, for example, he can add large numbers without needs any calculator! In just a few seconds! The same with different exercises math, it's only that his talent isn't development (because he thinks that he is the dumb twin).

The sequence in this episode is that Grauntie Mae asked about an amount of money. Mae asked Ford how much a certain amount was. Ford would answer in a while since he would take a while to think until, oh surprise! Stan answers in a flash.

Ford tried to cheat with some magic object This object allows the person to find or think quickly, either through agile movements or thoughts. (This is how Carla would manage to catch them and tie them to a chair.) Although, it also allows doing the opposite, the boys when reconciling would do something like breaking the magic object in Carla's pocket and leaving her in mode "stop" until the effect wears off, and then Grauntie only took her and left her outside xD

[fanaroff]

Fun fact about the maine coons that I really want to share:

So I have this Rimuru slime plushie that’s pretty decently sized. It’s stuffed like a bean bag chair and has a very specific spot in my bed that it sits for one reason and one reason only.

Stan and Ford are absolutely obsessed with it. They love sleeping on it, kneading it.

Anyways, I say this because I wanted to give context. I was watching anime with my partner and Rimuru wasn’t in his normal spot, a stuffed bunny was, so Stan came up kneading bread on it and realized “Oh no, this isn’t preferable.” My partner didn’t understand why Stan didn’t settle like he normally did so I told him to watch.

I replaced the bunny with Rimuru and Stan just pranced over and curled up on it. He conked out so hard he drooled a mat into his cheek. He looked so comfy. Gods I’m so jealous of cats.

I have battle wounds

B- baaaaabies

A- ayyo ayyo my booooooys

T- time for claw trimmies!

T- treats abound for my good boys!

L- lookie! lookie treats for trims!

E- everyone gets a trimmie treat!

W- wow my cats

O- ouch ouchie oo

U- uuuuough

N- no sit still! need to trimmie!

D- don’t move!!! dang it!

S- see buddy?? that wasn’t so bad!

The “that wasn’t so bad” in question:

[evilincoperated]

Look how happy he is to be besties with his brother again 😭

[go-star-sailor]

strange old guys

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Pt 2 to “A name you can still kinda trust!!!”

Politics aside, rest in peace to the people who died and my condolences to anyone who was hurt in the audience.

(I’m nowhere near right winged, I do not like tr*mp ^^^^)

[joicecubes]

the implications of ford pulling this photo out of his trenchcoat in the last episode you guys… THE IMPLICATIONS.

look at the state of this thing!! look at its rips! the stain in the bottom right corner! it’s dog-eared, the color is faded, the paper has browned… he’s kept this photo of them since they were kids. through all the years he stubbornly swore to hold a grudge, all the years he and stan never spoke, he kept this photo.

and we can assume he probably didn’t have it dimension-hopping, since i find it hard to believe he would’ve had it on him when he initially got sucked in, but ford pulling it out of his trenchcoat here!! implies!! that he had been CARRYING IT AROUND WITH HIM for some time after he got back!

imagine if he found it in some of his old stuff the night he returned, after punching and yelling at stan, after being sure to keep as much emotional distance between them as possible, and he finds this photo. would he have stared down at it? for a little while? smoothed the creases out on his desk? thumbed the torn, loved edges while he mourned a simpler time? then pocketed the thing to always have it with him?

i dunno. maybe i’m looking too far into it. but i can’t help but wonder if ford kept it because, against all his big dreams and ambitions, deep down he always wondered what his life might have been like if he sailed away with his brother when they were teenagers. never able to throw it away because doing so would symbolically destroy the last remnants of a childhood fantasy, the last piece of him that remains young and hopeful of a future at his brother’s side.

[misteria247]

I'm realizing that Stan is actually incredibly smart. Like in a Ford kind of way to some extent.

Like yes Stan's street smart and life smart but he's also got the smarts that Ford's praised for. Because he had rebuilt the portal and figured out his brother's notes and equations.

Like do you know how hard math is on Ford and Fiddleford's level of expertise??? How complicated and delicate it is????? Especially the kind that brings portals to life???? And Stan figured it out. Had taught himself to read and comprehend these difficult things. Difficult things that requires college degrees in science and mathematics.

And Stan did this on an incomplete high school grade level of academics.

That's fucking nuts. Sure it took 30 years but he learned it. By himself, can you imagine how frustrated he got, teaching himself Ford's educational level??? Using his mechanical skills of fixing his car to be up to par to Fiddleford's impressive craftsmanship????

And I can just see how Ford and Fiddleford react post apocalypse. Ford doing equations and science stuff and talking while Fiddleford listens and gives his input when Stan pipes up unintentionally and puts his hat into the ring. And it's mathematically sound?? And these two men are just blown away cuz what the actual hell?? Ford's immediately questioning Stan, wanting to hear his thoughts while Fiddleford watches impressed and Stan's mortified and a bit overwhelmed. Or Fiddleford working on something and Ford's watching him when Stan points out a better way to make a part work and Fidds is like omg thank you Stanley??? And Ford's looking at his little brother dumbfounded and itching to bomb him with questions and whatnot.

Stan never knows peace afterwards.

[spleenthecat]

"oh i love sea grunks because they both work out all of their problems together and have clear communication!" WRONG. i love sea grunks because you know that both of them are getting thrown overboard multiple times a week because stan stole fords glasses, then ford made jokes about stans fanfiction, then stan shot back about fords fanfiction, then ford stole stans glasses in retaliation. and in the process of trying to tackle ford, stan throws them both overboard and afterwards they sit on the deck facing opposite directions, pouting, while looking like sad wet cats.

then they get over it, the exact same thing happens 2 days later and the cycle repeats.

(since this post is inexplicably blowing up again i’m gonna shamelessly plug my art. please look at my art.)

[nowimjustastranger]

This idea came to me after reading this ask

///https://www.tumblr.com/nowimjustastranger/773600868286283776/has-stcmoford-ever-come-across-a-stan-that-is?source=share

But how would Watchdog Ford react to a Ford that is younger than Stan, would he treat the Ford any differently because he's the little brother in this universe. it doesn't even have to be as big as an age Gap as in this post it could be a year or two, or even Stan is just the older twin I know Stan is already the protector even though he's younger, but would it be viewed any differently in a universe in which he's the Protector because he is the older one

Watchdog Ford wouldn't treat Ford any differently unless he was a kid, then he'd be noticeably softer/kinder.

When Ford is young, Watchdog Ford sees it as an opportunity to set him on the right path before anything bad can even happen between Ford and Stan. And with Stan being the older brother and, therefore, Ford's role model, they're would be a chance that Ford would turn out different.

Fuck knows that Stan would be helping his mom look after both kid Ford and baby Shermie (because he'd be the youngest brother in this case) because Filbrick is too focused on his business to help (plus he comes off as the type of man who thinks raising kids is a woman's job). So Stan would mature very quickly in order to better take care of his mom and brothers.

You know that worship Ford had for Bill? It would be directed toward Stan instead, his larger than life big brother who can do no wrong in Ford's eyes. Especially considering that Ford would see the abuse (verbal and occasionally physical) that Stan was subjected to as the eldest. Stan would die before he let Filbrick talk down to his mom or brothers, using himself as a literal shield against Filbrick's bullshit ideals.

For once, Ford would be the one clinging to Stan. And since Stan would never go off to college after he graduated (despite his mom urging him to do so) because his family needed him here. Stan would be convinced to attend Backupsmore though because Ford would coax Stan to see if he could get into any colleges, getting an acceptance letter from Backupsmore. Then, Ford would obviously go about getting an acceptance letter from the same college, turning down West Coast Tech in favor of attending college with his brother.

Caryn would just be relieved that her kids were moving toward a brighter future away from both the suffocating town and Filbrick.

[goreroll]

collab of the year

poor Dipper is already thinking of an escape plan xP

[mr-jack-letterman]

We need more young stan content out here.

And nah I ain't talking about 12 year old Stanley or 30 year old mullet Stan, I'm talking 17 year old, slicked back hair, acne riddled Stan pines.

Yeah that one.

I am so happy mullet Stan is so popular because his fit slaps ngl and the angst is so potent I can't not respect it. But teenage Stan has so much potential it's driving me insane.

There is a line dividing the 17 years of relative happiness Stan had with Ford and the 10+ years of depression and crime he had on the streets, and teenage Stan uses that line as a goddamn jump rope.

Seriously, depending on how you look at it dude is either living his best life or is fighting for said life in the trenches of homelessness and poverty.

I see a lot of content regarding Stan on the streets but it only ever focuses on 30ish Stan in his later years of homelessness where he's already a hardened adult after years of dealing with this bullshit. But Stan didn't just drive away and then magically turn 30. There were times in those first few months after Stan got kicked out where he was in his car, trying to sleep, probably starving, while still being fundamentally a child.

Hell, compared to the 30ish age of mullet Stan and the 60+ year old con man he'd later become, teenage Stan is damn near a baby. There's a certain brightness about him, a sort of warm naive optimism that still clings to him because he's straight up just too young to know any better.

He's still fully convinced he's gonna make it rich and go back to his family in a few years. He still believes wholeheartedly that even if shit sucks right now, eventually everything is gonna be okay. It has to be. But it's not gonna be okay. It's not gonna be okay for a long time. And some parts are just never gonna be okay.

Seeing a happy and oblivious teenage Stan feels like watching a baby lamb walk into a slaughter house.

The next 10-something years are going to tear him apart limb from limb. In 40 years he's going to wake up on a boat during a bout of amnesia thinking he's in Columbian prison, or he's locked in the trunk of a car and about to drown, or his shoulder is on fire and his brother is gone, or it's the end of the world and everyone he ever dared to give a shit about is about to die in front of him and it's all his fault because he was too weak to stop it.

At some point, a young Stanley is going to get into his first true life or death fight. He doesn't even have to be involved with crime yet for it to happen. He's probably bruised and bleeding, with not nearly enough money to afford a doctor. He's sitting in the driver's seat of his El Diablo having a complete and utter break down because he almost died and suddenly everything is real.

Nothing is okay, absolutely nothing is going to be okay and whatever is left of his teenage innocence, naivety, and warmth dies in that car and it never comes back.

The next 10+ years are going to fundamentally change Stanley as a person and he's never going to be the same ever again. But teenage Stan doesn't know that, he's still a kid trying to sleep in the back of his car, ignoring hunger pangs and finding comfort in the half baked business ideas his mind cooks up because he doesn't understand how utterly done for he is.

12 year old Stanley I believe is so appealing because of his bright rambunctious spirit. He's still just a kid playing on the beach with his brother, but so was teenage Stan. I just wish the wholesomeness that comes with that and the subsequent hurt that follows as that spirit is broken over and over again by the world was explored more.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[mortalfaerie]

imagine you're stan pines.

you've been through the fucking meat grinder of life. you've been banned from multiple states, went to prison in columbia, had a horrific falling out with your twin brother, spoke to him for the first time in ten years just to lose him again and then have to pretend to be him in his house for another thirty while you try to get him back. and jesus, you're lonely.

and then your nephew - who you don't know all that well and also thinks you're the wrong twin - calls and asks if you'll host his kids (oh right, twins!) for a summer. and you say yes.

so the kids arrive and from the get go, they're so familiar. and it's a bumpy start - they almost run away - but then they stay and you get to know them better. sure, they can be whiney preteens and bemoan hanging out with their great uncle, but they're good kids.

you see so much of yourself in the girl. she's so enthusiastic and stubborn and headstrong and she's so much like a version of you before the world got to you. she likes watching your soap operas and knits you a sweater - and before you know it, you've got a pig living in the house because jesus you just can't say no to this kid.

the boy's familiar, too. he's quieter and sensitive and smarter than he has any right to be, and you feel conflicted because you expect him to push you away or shut you out just like your own twin did. it's hard for you to understand each other, but you work on it - not without bumps. but you save his ass from zombies and they help you run for mayor, and slowly he starts to trust you. if only you could keep that trust this time.

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Thank you @petrichorandarson for suggesting I draw them hugging because “WDYM FORD JUST PUNCHES HIM AND MOVES TF ON”

[thisispersonal]

Don’t joke about that.

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It’s probably normal