#ford pines protection squad

[sicut-anima]

Posted this on Reddit and people got Mad so here ya go

I ship Billford. Stop detoxifying the yaoi, your lack of reading comprehension is showing.

[azelmaandeponine]

POV: You just victim blamed Ford Pines.

[orangeoctopi7]

Every Little Past Frustration

: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 :

Bill watched through the eyes of a hundred eye-bats as the truck carrying his quarry barreled down the wooded back roads of Gravity Falls. The flock was closing in, despite Sixer's erratic blaster fire and manic driving. Of course, just as soon as it looked like Bill’s victory was in the bag, the Mystery Shack came into view on the horizon through the trees. The demonic triangle growled with rage and willed the flock to fly faster. He was not letting his bargaining chip get away! 

The cloud of eye bats descended on the truck. Maybe Bill’s luck was changing. The idiots had just left Four-Eyes lying in the truck bed unprotected. Bill didn’t know much about humans and the protection laws they used to try and keep themselves alive a little longer, but he was pretty sure that was a stupid thing to do even if you didn’t have otherworldly forces chasing after you.

Unfortunately, the eye-bats weren’t strong enough to turn someone to stone yet. They still hadn’t absorbed enough of the Nightmare Realm’s power. But they did have this nifty tractor beam ability, which came in handy since they didn’t have any hands or claws to speak of. A few of the eye-bats got in close enough to start lifting the scruffy hillbilly out of the back of the truck. He started thrashing and yowling in panic. 

“I TOLD YOU, YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I GET WHAT I WANT!” Bill crowed triumphantly. True, since he was back in the Nightmare Realm instead of possessing that time traveling loser, the only one who could hear him was Four-Eyes, but it wasn’t any fun if Bill couldn’t brag to someone.

“!Votmzrig ivskrx oory! Taht rebmemer ot tnaw t’nod I! Niaga ti ees ot tnaw t’nod I! Gnimoc si mlaer eramthgin eht…” McGucket howled.

Of course, every time Bill spoke directly to Fiddleford’s mind, the nerd had to go and be a drama queen about it! It was honestly the main reason the demon had continued tormenting the guy over the years. It wasn’t like Bill got anything out of it, he couldn’t possess the old coot or coerce him into helping the rift along. It was just hilarious to see how he reacted. Some mortals and the Nightmare Realm just didn’t mix.

Four-Eyes’s clamoring got the attention of the rescue team sitting in the truck cab. Shooting Star fired her grappling hook out the back window and snagged onto the old inventor’s overalls. Meanwhile, Sixer leaned almost half-way out the driver’s side window, blasting down the eye-bats that had been carrying off his friend; Question Mark struggled to keep them on the road while the driver was otherwise occupied.

Bill roared with volcanic rage as the truck veered around the corner, into the long driveway leading up to the Mystery Shack. They were almost to the barrier! He was not going to lose this bargaining chip, not after everything else that had gone wrong over the past few days.

The remaining eye-bats clustered around the open windows, trying to squeeze inside and block the view of the road. The truck careened through a few advertising signs, but stayed on course for the Mystery Shack. Maybe, if he blocked their view long enough, he could make them crash into the wall of the Shack and break the line of unicorn hair, disabling the shield spell.

But luck was not with Bill this week. The breaks squealed, and the truck skidded to a stop just inches away from the gift shop entrance. Sixer threw his door open and laid down some blaster fire to cover Shooting Star and Question Mark as they carried Four-Eyes inside. They were within the barrier.

“GGGGRAAAAAH! COME ON!” Bill conjured a glass just to throw it at the wall in frustration. “WHAT IS WITH THIS TIMELINE!? DECADES OF PLANNING, AND IT’S JUST ALL THROWN OUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE WHAT? PINETREE AND SHOOTING STAR ACTUALLY TALKED ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS!? EUGCH!” 

“DiD tHeY gEt AwAy, BoSs?” Hectorgon asked, noticing his boss’ temper tantrum.

“THE ONLY REASON THEY GOT AWAY IS BECAUSE I’M STUCK WORKING WITH SUB-PAR LACKEYS!!” Bill steamed. Hectorgon took the hint, scurrying away.

It really was a shame that good pawns were so hard to come by in Gravity Falls. Since the original plan of taking the rift from Shooting Star didn’t pan out, Bill had to start improvising. And hey, he was an ageless being of pure energy. He could do that. But the mortals available to him in Gravity Falls were just so lame!

Wendy, the Cool Girl, had seemed promising. She was smart and strong, and best of all, the Pines trusted her. Unfortunately she was a little too smart. Bill had known convincing her to smash the rift was a long shot, but she would have been a real asset, had things worked out. As it was, she was a nice distraction.

Toby Determined had definitely just been a distraction. The guy was about as competent as a leaky paper cup. But he’d actually gotten most of the Pines family out of the house, so that part of the plan, at least, had worked. They’d even left the Big Mackerel in charge of guarding the place! It seemed like the perfect opportunity to try out his new pawn, Preston Northwest. Bill had been sure Stan would take the bait, but no! Everyone in the Pines family had to do the opposite of what was expected this week. And Preston was such a priss, he’d rather just make vague threats and drive off than actually do what Bill asked him to and get his hands dirty! 

Unfortunately, possessing Preston wasn’t possible quite yet. The guy was too business savvy to make a deal on a handshake. It all had to be in writing with him.

The only other viable pawn in town was Lil’ Gideon, but he didn’t exactly have easy access to the Shack right now. Sure, Bill could break him out of prison, but it’d take a lot of effort, and it’d draw a lot of attention. Not just from the Pines, but from the Time Paradox Anomaly Avoidance Squad. There were a lot of perks to possessing a time traveler, but they came with the inconvenience of having to watch his step whenever he used them.

Bill sighed as he watched Sixer through one of his effigies still left in the Mystery Shack. Now there had been a good pawn! That rare balance of competence and gullibility, of intelligence and naivety, really did only come around once in a generation! So eager to please, so desperate to prove himself, so willing to just go along with things and not ask too many questions. Too bad Four-Eyes had to blunder his way into the portal on the test run. If Bill hadn’t had to tip his hand early, he might have brought the party to Earth thirty years ago. Ah well. Fighting Sixer all these years certainly kept him entertained.

For now, Bill was going to have to make due with his current pawns. Speaking of which, his latest puppet was trying to make a break for it. Bill popped out of the Nightmare Realm and into Blendin’s mindscape. The bumbling time traveler was about to pull out his time tape and jump into the future.

“AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?” 

“Y-y-you can’t do this to me!” Blendin stammered. “I-I’m a time officer! I h-have rights!”

“OH, SORRY, MY MISTAKE!” Bill said sarcastically. “WHY DON’T YOU HURRY BACK TO THOSE JERKS WHO CONSTANTLY MOCKED YOU FOR LOSING GLOBNAR TO TWO CHILDREN. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU’D BE EAGER TO ADD ‘GOT POSSESSED BY MY BOSS’S WORST ENEMY’ TO THE INSULT LIST. THAT IS, IF THEY DON’T LOCK YOU UP FOR AIDING IN THE END OF THE WORLD!”

“I-I’ve escaped the infinitentiary before!” the time traveler protested.

“YEAH, SURE, THEN IT’LL JUST BE LIFE ON THE RUN WHILE TIME-BABY PUTS OUT A DIMENSION-WIDE MANHUNT FOR YOU! FACE IT, BLENDO, YOUR BEST CHANCE OF SURVIVAL IS WITH ME!”

Blendin opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to come up with a good comeback, or rebuttal, or any reason to refuse Bill’s offer, but he apparently couldn’t think of one. Finally, he just hung his head in defeat and held out his hand. Bill smiled with his one eye and grabbed it, taking possession of the time traveler once again.

“THAT’S MORE LIKE IT! NOW, LET’S GO FIND A LADDER AND AN AK-47!”

* * *

The flock of eye-bats dispersed once Mabel and Soos got McGucket within the barrier. Ford breathed a sigh of relief. That had been too close. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if Bill had tried to bargain with Fiddleford’s life for the rift.

Thankfully, McGucket’s incoherent screams had stopped once he was safely inside. The old inventor looked exhausted, but relieved, like he’d just outrun a raging wild animal. Ford locked eyes with him, and for a moment, he could have sworn a hint of recognition flickered on Fiddleford’s face. But then, the fatigue caught up with his old friend, and he passed out in Soos’s arms. 

Dipper, who had been keeping watch from the window, rushed over to them. “Oh my gosh, are you guys ok?” He asked, taking in everyone’s battered appearance. 

“I think I might’ve cracked a rib.” Soos said nonchalantly, as though he was talking about a paper cut and not one of the most painful injuries he could still walk on. 

“Come bring Fiddleford into my room; I’ll examine you both.” Ford instructed.

Dipper followed them in as they laid Fiddleford on the couch. A quick glance over found no serious injuries that needed immediate attention, although the old inventor definitely looked like he needed a few good meals in him. Next, Ford had Soos pull his shirt off, so he could properly check his ribs.

“Luckily they’re not cracked, just badly bruised.” Ford assured the handyman after a few moments of careful prodding. He handed Soos a small packet of some medicinal cream. “This cellular-regeneration optimizing salv should allow you to heal within the hour. I assume you can apply it yourself.”

“You got it, dawg.” Soos took the packet with a salute and left for the bathroom.

“Er, alright…” Ford wasn’t quite sure what that response meant, but it sounded like an affirmative. 

“What happened?” Dipper asked once Ford finished his examinations and just sat down, watching his friend anxiously.

“Your sister was there for it all. You can ask her.” Ford replied simply. He was trying to let the boy down gently, but the kids really were better off without him.

“Oh, O-ok…” Dipper left reluctantly, casting a glance over his shoulder as he closed the door.

* * *

“And so we skidded into the parking lot next to the gift shop like something out of Nagoya Burnout!” Mabel concluded her dramatic retelling of their rescue mission.

“Aw man, I wish I was there!” Dipper complained. “Although, I did get to see Stan psych out Preston Northwest. That was pretty gratifying.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Mabel pulled out her cell phone. “Pacifica called me while we were at the dump, but it wasn’t a good time, so I hung up on her.”

“Huh. We got a call just before her dad showed up, but Grunkle Stan told me to just let it go to voicemail.”

Mabel checked her inbox to find several missed messages from Pacifica.

“Hey you asked if my parents were acting weird earlier?” The rich girl’s voice crackled from the voicemail. “Well, my dad just asked the chauffeur to take him to your shack. Last time he wouldn’t even ride there himself, he made ME go! ...Omg he’s packing a briefcase of money. I’m gonna have to call you back.”

The next message continued Pacifica’s panic, “When I asked him what he was doing he just said he was going to make a ‘business transaction’. Mabel seriously, call me back! I am freaking out!”

“I think he’s going to try and buy your house? Either that or maybe your uncle deals drugs? None of this makes sense to me. Just call me back already!”

“Mabel! Pick up! Why aren’t you answering!?”

“Uugh, fine! I’m calling your house!!”

“Oops.” Mabel grimaced. “I guess I should call her back.”

“Do you think her dad is actually working with Bill?” Dipper asked worriedly.

“I mean, I know he’s a shady rich guy and a bad parent, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of person to make a deal with a demon.” Mabel reasoned. “But maybe Bill came to him disguised as Blendin, like he did to Toby, and offered him technology from the future or something?”

“Maybe.” Dipper agreed. “I can’t think of any other reason the Northwests would try to buy out this place. I know Stan’s made enough to support himself and run the portal, but the Shack can’t be that successful compared to all the Northwest’s businesses. I’m just worried about Pacifica. Her parents are already the worst. If Bill is controlling them, who knows what they’d do to her?”

Mabel pulled up Pacifica’s contact and started calling. Her crazy rich rival picked up on the second ring. “Now you pick up!? What happened!? My dad said Stan pulled a gun on him!”

“Sorry!” Mabel apologized, “I was on a rescue mission, I had to be stealthy!”

“And Stan only pulled a gun on him after he made it clear calling the cops wasn’t an option!” Dipper defended.

“Why didn’t you just text me?” Mabel asked.

“And leave a written record that I was trying to warn you guys?” Pacifica scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

“...Your parents go through your texts?” Dipper asked warily.

“Yeah, don’t yours?” Pacifica asked, clearly not seeing anything wrong with the practice. 

“Nevermind all that!” Mabel interrupted, “We wanted to make sure you’re alright!”

"What? I'm fine. You two are the ones living with the guy who pulled a gun on my dad!"

"After he threatened us!" Dipper repeated.

“Not in any way that would hold up in court, I’m sure.” Pacifica said, and Dipper swore he could hear her rolling her eyes.

“Anyway, we called because we’re worried about you!” Mabel broke up the argument.

“Why would you be worried?” Pacifica asked. “Guys, I’m just grounded. It’s not like my parents have me locked up in a dungeon or something.”

“We have reason to believe your parents are fraternizing with a dream demon.” Dipper explained. “Or at least your dad is.”

“Um… you’re joking, right?” the rich girl huffed a weak laugh.

“Don’t freak her out, Dipper!” Mabel elbowed her brother.

“But it’s true!”

“Hey Pacifica, sorry, Dipper’s being crazy paranoid.” Mabel forced a laugh, “But seriously though, you should keep an eye on your dad. And like, if he gets yellow eyes or something, you should just leave.”

“What!? What the heck is going on, you two? Is this another ghost thing?”

“Well I mean, it does seem like Bill’s main way of getting things done in our world is possessing people, so that’s kind of like a ghost…” Dipper answered.

“Who the heck is Bill!?”

“He’s a dream demon who wants to end the world.” Dipper explained bluntly. “But he needs something in our house to do it.”

“Are-are you serious?” Pacifica asked incredulously. “You’d better be serious right now, because if you’re messing with me I’ll come over there and buy your uncle’s filthy tourist trap myself!”

“I’m dead serious.” Dipper assured her. “What do you know about that creepy tapestry in the alcove just to the left of the grand staircase in the main dining hall? The one with the triangle eye on it?”

“Ugh, that ugly thing?” Pacifica groaned. “Mom can’t talk dad into throwing it out because it’s a family heirloom or whatever. Once I inherit this mansion, it’s going in the trash where it belongs!”

“Haha, Bill belongs in the trash!” Mabel giggled.

“So what, is Bill the guy who made the tapestry or something?”

“He’s the one on the tapestry.” Dipper corrected. “He’s the triangle eye.”

“I told you, if you’re messing with me--”

“I’m not messing with you! I know it sounds crazy, but this is a matter of life and death!” Dipper said earnestly.

“Ok, ok!” Pacifica backed off, surprised by Dipper’s sincerity. “I honestly don’t know anything else about it, though. Just that apparently it was a gift to Nathaniel Northwest when he founded the town.”

“Which we all know he didn’t do.” Dipper reasoned. “So where did it actually come from?”

“How the heck should I know?” Pacifica retorted.

“Could you maybe ask your dad about it?” Mabel proposed.

“I guess. He might find it a little suspicious if I suddenly seem interested in it though.”

“Could you at least take a picture of it and text it to us?” Dipper asked. “I didn’t think to take a good look at it while I was there, and I only remember a few vague details.”

“Ugh, ok, but you’d better help me find a good way to explain why I sent it to you once my parents find out.”

* * *

Dinnertime rolled around, and Ford still hadn’t left his room since the rescue party returned earlier that afternoon. Dipper was beginning to worry. Despite his insistence that he could live off of his nutrition pills for another three years, Ford always made a point to join the family for dinner. Even though the old researcher wouldn't admit it, Dipper was pretty sure it was because he got lonely spending all his time in the basement. The fact that Ford was absent as they dug into a plate of Mac'n'Cheese left Dipper wondering if something was wrong.

"Hey, uh, Mabel? Did Great Uncle Ford seem upset when you guys found McGucket?"

"He did seem pretty sad, but I don't think he really had time to be upset. We were busy running from Bill."

"Of course he's upset. He's finally seen first-hand how his old college buddy has become the self-proclaimed local kook." Stan said without looking up from his dinner. "Just give him some space, kid, he'll be fine."

Dipper wasn't in the habit of listening to Stan, so as soon as he finished eating he dropped his plate in the sink and snuck down the hall to Ford's room. Thankfully, it wasn't locked.

Ford looked up at him with such a dead-eyed stare when he stepped in that the boy suddenly wished he had listened to Stan.

"H-hey… um… we, uh, missed you at dinner… heh…"

"I'm otherwise occupied." Ford said quietly, not looking the boy in the eye. "Don't worry about me, I still have plenty of nutrition pills."

"Oh, uh, yeah…." Dipper scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "... That's not what I'm really worried about though."

Ford tensed. "Has there been a new development with Bill?"

"Uh… I mean, Preston Northwest did come by here and try to buy the Shack, but Stan scared him off, for now…. Oh! And Wendy wanted to know if you would help put up a barrier around her family’s house if she got some more unicorn hair.”

The old researcher nodded. “It will take time. It would be safer for her to stay here until I’m able to assemble another barrier spell.” 

“Oh, ok, I’ll let her know.” Dipper shuffled his feet. “So, uh, how’s McGucket?”

“He needs rest.” Ford watched his friend’s sleeping form carefully, still refusing to meet Dipper’s gaze.

“Um, are you ok?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Ford reiterated shortly. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to your sister about now?”

“...Mabel told you we weren’t going to stay, didn’t she?” Dipper fretted. “...Are you mad at me?”

Ford finally turned to face him. “Of course not, my boy! If anything, you should be mad at me.”

“What, why?” Dipper asked in confusion.

“I came between you and your family. I got you involved in my problems. I put you in danger. I shouldn’t-- you shouldn’t-- you’d be safer if you kept your distance from me.”

“But you are my family!” Dipper insisted. “And I was involved with Bill before I even knew who you were!”

“Because you found my journal. I still started you on that path.”

“Well, technically, I guess.” Dipper admitted grudgingly. “But that wasn’t your fault!”

Ford scoffed and looked away again, obviously not convinced.

“If you and Mabel already came to your own decision to return home, then you must have realized on some level that I am a toxic influence. I don’t understand the thoughts and feelings of other people. I’ve hurt every person I’ve ever been close to.” The old researcher watched the slow rise and fall of Fiddleford’s far-too-thin chest. “You deserve better than that. You deserve better than me.”

Dipper was dumbstruck for a moment. He never would have guessed that his Great Uncle Ford, the Author of the Journals, would feel this way. And it felt so wrong, because this wasn’t the way he viewed his uncle at all. Didn’t he know he was Dipper’s hero? Deserve better? Ford being Dipper’s uncle, and actually liking him and spending time with him, was better than the boy had dared to hope for.

“That’s not why we decided to go home!” Dipper insisted. How had Mabel put it? She made it sound so simple. “It’s not like we don’t want to stay with you. Now just isn’t the right time.”

“Not now… and not ever.” Ford said glumly. “It’s… it’s for the best.”

“No it’s not!” the boy blurted. “I know a lot of the people you care about end up hurt, and I know you have a hard time understanding why other people do things sometimes, but that doesn’t mean you don’t understand other people’s thoughts and feelings at all! That doesn’t mean all you do is hurt other people! I know because you were the first person this summer who understood me! 

“I love Mabel, but we don’t see the world in the same way. That’s a good thing most of the time, but sometimes when I try to talk to her about the paranormal, she just dismisses it as me being paranoid, or ‘dumb nerd stuff’. And don’t even get me started on how hard it is to talk to Stan about that stuff. 

“When I found your Journal in the woods, it wasn’t just an exciting mystery that fell into my lap. It was like finding validation that all the weird things I saw actually mattered. I think that Journal helped me get out of trouble just as often as it got me into trouble. And as the summer went on and I read more and saw more, it was like I was getting to know you, even though I still didn't have any idea who you were. I knew I felt a connection with whoever wrote it, so I started trying to figure out who it was. 

“Yeah, I got in a little too deep and got in trouble at a few points, but that just made it all the more amazing when I finally found out that the Author was you, and you were my family, and I wasn’t just imagining that we had something in common! And somehow, impossibly, you’re even cooler than I ever imagined because you’re more than just paranormal mysteries and cryptograms that take me ages to decode! You like to play the same games I do, and you actually take my theories and stuff seriously instead of just laughing it off or telling me I’m paranoid! And… and…” Dipper slowly became painfully aware of how long he’d been talking without any response from Ford, who was still turned away from him. “And you’re really important to me, ok? I know we’ve known each other for less than a month, but I just can’t accept a future where we can’t hang out anymore, ok?”

Ford didn’t answer for a long time. He just stared down at McGucket’s sleeping form. But if Dipper watched closely, he could see his uncle just barely keeping his breathing under control.

“You’re a very intelligent boy, Dipper.” The old researcher finally croaked. “Why can’t you see the evidence lying right before you?”

Dipper looked down on McGucket's prone form, then to his uncle, who was just barely containing his grief.

“You may have hurt McGucket, but you can’t completely blame yourself for the state he’s in now. And you obviously still feel bad about what happened, and you’re doing everything you can to help now. If you ask me, that’s not toxic. 

“I know you’re scared of hurting the people you love again, but just cutting yourself off from everyone isn’t gonna help, even if it seems like the easiest option. I think you just need some people who love you back and are willing to help you learn to be better.”

Dipper decided to take a risk and stepped forward, tentatively hugging Ford around the waist. His uncle tensed for a second at the unexpected contact, but his rigidity crumbled after a moment. The old researcher dropped to his knees and hugged his nephew tightly. 

“Thank you, my boy. I didn't realize how badly I needed to hear that.”

[minijenn]

Arc 9 Summaries

OH MY GOD FINALLY???? Its about damn time I got my act together and posted these. Anyway, here’s what I got in mind for our lovely little upcoming arc, the first one to feature AU chapters might I add, so that’s exciting! Anyway, here they are for your speculation pleasure: 

Chapter 81: Theory of Weirdness: When Pearl takes Steven, Connie, and Mabel on a special mission to the mountains, the three find they’re a bit more than weighed down by stress caused by recent events. Likewise, while he stays behind, Dipper struggles to cope with his lingering feelings of regret and anger toward Bill, the others, and himself. 

Chapter 82: Played in Reverse: The kids accidentally stumble into their first parallel dimension, where they find a strange world where their alternate selves are a far cry from themselves. With the help of some new friends, will they be able to stop what their powerful parallel selves are plotting to save this dimension and their own? 

Chapter 83: Greg the Babysitter: Greg regales the kids with a story of his very brief stint as the town’s up and coming babysitter... and how he got fired from the Mystery Shack years ago. 

Chapter 84: Opposites Attract: In another parallel dimension, the gang comes across versions of themselves that are practically the opposite of how they usually act. Even stranger? The Crystal Gems in this world are none other than Lapis, Peridot, and Jasper!

Chapter 85: Crack the Whip: Amethyst helps Steven, Dipper, and Connie unwind from their training for a bit, at least until their fun is interrupted by an unexpected appearance from Jasper. Meanwhile, Mabel and Ford team up with Lapis and Peridot to look for more dimensional portals. 

Chapter 86: A Rock and a Hard Place: A vignette chapter featuring three different tales: a fierce fight between Steven and Amethyst, Stan and Garnet bucking heads to teach Mabel boxing, and Dipper, Connie, and the teens stumbling across a classic haunted house. 

Chapter 87: Bismuth: Steven comes across the bubbled gem of one of the original Crystal Gems, much to the excitement and slight suspicion of the others. But even though most everyone hits it off with Bismuth, the kids soon discover the unsettling reason why she was hidden away for so long...

Chapter 88: It's All Relativity: With conflict still stirring between Stan and Ford and Ford and the Gems, the gang comes across a dimension where the older Pines twins and the Gems are all kids! But will seeing versions of themselves who are best friends finally be enough to convince the adults to finally get along? And will the older alternate versions of the kids start to stir up some doubts among their own friendships? 

Chapter 89: Double Date: Dipper starts to have doubts about whether her can protect Pacifica from harm, leading to worries about the future of their relationship. Meanwhile, Steven and Connie begin to realize their true feelings for each other through fusion. 

Chapter 90: Beta (part 1): The kids, Amethyst, and Peridot investigate the Kindergarten where Jasper emerged, only to run into the orange Gem herself there. Will Steven and Amethyst finally be enough to stop her this time? 

Chapter 90: Bubbled (Part 2): The Ruby Squad returns to earth, prompting a return trip to the Moon Base. However, the secrets uncovered there begin to stir doubts within Steven concerning his mother, and when him and Mabel are accidentally flung into the depths of space together, that’s not the only long-kept secret that’ll be revealed...

[artsymeeshee]

Soos ford and mabel all wearing 'Stan Pines Protection Squad' sweaters

!!! YES. What a good

[azelmaandeponine]

Me when I'm in a no media literacy competition and demonizing autistic-coded abuse victims competition and my opponent is the Gravity Falls fandom:

Ford did not get Stan kicked out. That was Filbrick. Ford was a child living in an abusive home. To say that it's Ford's fault is a) abuse apologism as it shifts the blame off the abuser and makes excuses for that abuser and b) victim blaming as it shifts the blame onto one of the victims.

Ford is also not an "entitled baby".

FELLAS, IS IT ENTITLED TO *checks notes* WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE?

He had every right to be angry at Stan over the project. If one of my siblings did that to me, I'd probably never speak to them again. Ford did not know it was an accident, and thought it was deliberate sabotage. On top of that, Stan acted like it didn't even matter and wasn't at all apologetic (which would make it seem like it wasn't an accident). And ultimately, it was more about the betrayal than about the school (but college was still a big deal).

And as a poor Jewish kid in the 70s, college was far from a guarantee. The chance Ford lost as result of Stan's actions is a big deal.

"Narcissist"

And there's the ableism this fandom is so well known for. NPD is not "bad person disorder". There is no "bad person disorder". Regardless, wanting to go to college and wanting a good future for yourself isn't narcissism. What Ford wants is just as important as what Stan wants. Ford has intense interests separate from Stan's, which is fine. He wants to pursue those interests, which is fine. Ford having Special Interests/hyperfixations that he wants to pursue is not a moral failing. You're just ableist.

And Dipper thought that because that's what it looked like.

Rewatching gravity falls

How THE FUCK was Stan painted as the bad guy

FORD WAS AN ENTITLED LITTLE BABY

Yes what Stan did was rash

But maybe that wouldn't have happened

IF STAN'S PARENTS DIDN'T RAISE A LITTLE NARCISSIST

So Ford gets him KICKED OUT

I will forever be on Stan's side

And it makes me mad that Dipper just automatically assumed Stan was a dangerous criminal trying to kill everyone

[thelastspeecher]

🗜 -Superhero au Stan and Angie are fighting some bigger threat and get trapped and have to find a way to get out. or call Ford to get them out. but Stan's communicator's damaged and he can't really reach for his phone

🗜- Stuck in a trap

I went with a slightly different route.  Hope it’s still satisfactory ;)

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              Stanstruggled against the bonds tying him to the uncomfortable metal chair.  Not for the first time, wished he had accessto his powers.

              He tied me up with rope!  Normally, I could burn through this in asecond!

              “It’s nouse, you know,” a voice said dryly.  “Youwon’t be able to escape.”  Stan clenchedhis jaw.

              “Dammit, Tom,let me go!  And while you’re at it, giveme my powers back!”

              “No cando.”  Tom, the new hero who had become apain in Stan’s neck very quickly, strode into Stan’s field of vision.  He grabbed a chair and sat down on itbackwards, his arms crossed on the top of the chair’s back.  “Just like how I can’t take down the forcefield that prevents your weird brother from summoning you.”

              “Come on,man.  I’ve got a wife and four kids,”Stan said desperately.  “Are you reallygonna make Angie a widow?  You reallygonna make my kids lose their dad?”  Tomsighed.

              “It’sunfortunate that your children got caught in the crossfire.  They’re innocent in all this, after all.  But your wife, I have no sympathy for.  She’s a villainess.  Similarly, I don’t have sympathy for you.”  Tom scowled. “You’re a traitor, Stanley Pines. You married your archnemesis and had children with her.”

              “Not theright order, but whatever,” Stan muttered. He froze.  “You- you-”

              “Yes.  I know.” Stan’s blood ran cold.  “Yourwife, Angie McGucket-Pines, is the villainess Sirocco.”

              “How?”Stan managed.  Tom rolled his eyes.

              “Please.  It’s obvious. I think the question really should be how no one else has figured it outyet.”  Tom checked his watch idly.  “Huh, I would thought she’d be here bynow.  Maybe she had to pick up the kids,or drop them off.”

              “What areyou talking about?” Stan asked.  Tomgrinned.  It was a vicious expressionmore fitting Angie’s villain crew than Stan’s hero squad.

              “I haven’tkilled you yet for a very specific reason, Stan.  I need you to lure your wife here.”  Stan’s heart jumped to his throat.  “I sent word you were being held hostage inthis warehouse.”  Tom idly inspected hisnails.  “It’ll be so satisfying to kill her in front of you.”

              “What thehell, Tom!” Stan shouted.  The force ofhis voice unsettled Tom, making him instinctively lean away from Stan.  “You bastard! No hero worth a damn would pull shit like that!  Hell, most villains wouldn’t do something that fucked up.”

              “Youwould know!” Tom shot back.  “Villain fraternizer!  Which, by the way, is worse than what I’m planningon doing.”

              “Bullshit,”Stan said.  He shook his head.  “I know you were too unstable to join thesquad, but no one listened to me.”

              “Well,that’s rude.”  Tom shook his head,mirroring Stan’s earlier action.  “And tothink that I was going to let your kids stay with your brother.  Guess after I kill you and your wife, I’lljust have to call child services, instead. Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll end up in a loving home.”

              “Youabsolute piece of shit, if you-”  Stanwas interrupted by the echo of a door slamming.

              “Soundslike your main squeeze is here,” Tom said in a singsong voice.  He started to get up.  An immense gust of wind picked Tom up andtossed him against the wall.  He crumpledto the ground, unmoving.  Stan craned hisneck desperately, trying to see Angie.

              “Ang!”

              “I’mhere,” a gentle voice said behind him.  “Don’tworry, I’ll get ya out of here in a jiffy.”

              “No, Ang,you’ve gotta get outta here.  He’ll stealyour powers.  He wants to kill us, orphanthe kids.”

              “It’ll befine,” Angie said firmly.  She finished untyingStan.  Stan turned around.  The thanks he was about to give her died inhis throat.  Tom was right behindher.  Before he could warn Angie, Tomclapped a hand on her shoulder.

              “Saygoodbye to your powers,” Tom said gleefully. Angie stumbled forward, clearly drained. Stan caught her in his arms.

              “Everytime you open your mouth, you get creepier,” Stan spat.  His fingers itched to break Tom’s nose, butat the same time, Angie was in his arms, weak from losing her powers.  His desire to protect his wife warred withthe urge to serve Tom a knuckle sandwich. Tom shrugged.  He took a gun outof a holster Stan hadn’t noticed before.

              “No skinoff my nose.  I don’t care what traitorsthink.”  Tom aimed the gun squarely atAngie’s chest.  Stan started forward,about to take on Tom, powers or no powers, but before he could make a very baddecision, a large fire burst into existence in the corner of thewarehouse.  Tom spun around, pointing thegun at the noise.  He gaped and looked backat Stan.  “You got your powers back!  You fucker!”

              “I didn’t-”Stan started.  Tom scowled.

              “I wouldn’tbelieve a single word that came from your mouth.”  Tom tossed the gun to the side to grab Stan’sshoulder.  Stan gasped as he felt hisfire-controlling abilities come back in full force.  Tom frowned, confused.  “What’s-”

              “Fuckoff, you dick,” Stan snarled.  He shot alarge fireball directly at Tom’s chest.  Likehe had when Angie first attacked, Tom slammed against the wall.  This time, when he crumpled to the ground, hestayed down.  Stan turned his attentionto Angie.  He set her down on the chair hehad been strapped to a few minutes earlier. “Babe?”

              “I’mfine,” Angie said.  She beamed athim.  “How was that explosion?  Good, right? I stole one of Fidds’ lil bombs so that I could use it as a distraction.”

              “Yeah,that- that was pretty good,” Stan said. He bit his lip.  “How are we gonnaget him to give you your powers back, though?”

              “Oh, noneed to worry.  I had Ford whip up somethin’to block Tom’s powers.”  Angie flickedher fingers idly.  A breeze mussed Tom’shair from its careful style.  Angiegrinned.  “We figured out that the way toget your powers back was to have him do the same thing he did when he took ‘em.  The pretty clear next step was to come up witha big plan fer it.”  She let out a sighof relief.  “I’m just glad it worked out.  It could’ve gone wrong fast.”

              “You’re afucking genius,” Stan said.  Angielaughed.  “Have I told you thatlately?  God, I’m lucky as hell to have youas a wife.  How did I do that?”

              “Yaknocked me up when we were still knockin’ each other out in dirty alleyways,”Angie said cheekily.  Stan chuckled.  Still laying prostrate on the ground, Tom groanedquietly.  “Maybe we should drop yer evilcoworker off at yer work.  They can takehim to jail or wherever heroes who turn bad go.”  Stan paused to think.

              “Thebottom of the ocean.”

              “Thatsounds about right.”

[getfrizzled]

imagine...all of val’s friends and students throwing her a surprise party for her birthday (nov 6)

the Valerie Protection Squad (molly, carmina, and archibald) along with the Pines fam are there

and val is like “its so nice to see all my friends here!” hugging the squad + ford and as she floats over to talk to her class ALL THREE of the protection squad just fucking glare and shoot daggers at ford

[sicut-anima]

Gravity Falls animation to Ugly Heart by GRL but it's Ford healing and bonding with his family and friends after breaking it off with Bill. Can anyone hear me.

[azelmaandeponine]

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Ford was absolutely hated by the fandom back in the day.

It's good that the fandom is moving on from the Mabel hate, but shifting it to even more intense Ford hate is...not it.

The reason Ford gets hate is a) he's an abuse victim who acts in a realistic and messy way, and b) ableism.

Ford and Bill's relationship has always been abusive. TBOB just made that extremely explicit. However, since Ford is an abuse victim with flaws, since he's an abuse victim who behaves in a realistic and messy way--the fandom hates him, demonizes him, and victim blames him.

They unironically state he caused his own abuse.

People demonize him for showing trauma symptoms as a result of being abused (ie, his trust issues).

The fandom wants a Perfect Victim. Since Ford is not that, they deem him unworthy of sympathy despite being a literal victim of severe trauma, abuse, torture, and manipulation.

(And that's not even addressing how people blame Ford, a child living in an abusive home, rather than Filbrick over Stan being kicked out.)

And as for the ableism. Ford is heavily autistic coded. And it has not escaped my notice (I am literally an autistic woman) that Ford is frequently demonized for autistic traits. He's made out to be uncaring and a terrible person for having low empathy and low emotional intelligence. He's made out to be a bad person for having a Special Interest. He's made out to be a bad person for being upset when his brother turned his Special Interest into a joke/freak show.

This fandom doesn't understand how abuse and trauma works or how it can effect people and it's obvious. This fandom also really hates autistic people.

And this fandom definitely hates autistic-coded abuse victims.

Maybe a hot take but I think Ford is so hated by the fandom rn (which he shouldn’t be 😀) because people shat so hard on Mabel and they’re trying to dissuade it and almost feel betrayed as Ford is widely loved by the fandom and we never thought that that deep on Ford’s actions which was a mix of his own mistakes but a decent chunk of it was that he was manipulated and overall losing his mind. Especially when he realized the evil he unleashed.

Did he make mistakes ? Yes. That’s what makes a good character. Flaws. Should we acknowledge he makes mistakes ? Yes. Should we say he’s a bad person who hates his brother and a jerk to everyone ? No :S. Overall I think people feel like they didn’t give Ford enough credit for weirdmageddon rather shifted the blame to Mabel. Altho obviously the real villain is Bill (altho dammit Ford the cave said NOT to summon but realistically most people would probably say the incantation anyway including me lol)

[azelmaandeponine]

"Ford treated Fiddleford like Bill treated Ford"

Oh yeah, remember when Ford horrifically tortured Fiddleford? Neither do I cause it never fucking happened.

[reflectionsofanicequeen]

Purple Bruises and White Lies

I stared through angry eyes around my room, wavering at the window bench seat where I knew I would never sit again, enjoying the warmth of the summer sun while reading my favorite J.R.R. Tolkien novel. My heart was pounding through my chest, as I began remembering all the times my little brother, Tyler, would crawl under the covers with me because he had another nightmare, or when Freedom, our German Shepherd, would hop into bed with me because I couldn’t stop crying from hearing Mom and Dad fight. I remember watching Dad from my reading spot, cutting himself because he had covered up Mom’s tattooed name on his arm and felt guilty. I felt the hot tears slipping down my rosy cheeks, wishing this was all a dream as I laid one last hand on the soft folds of my comforter.  

“Get the fuck down here. I want you out!” Mom screamed from the bottom of the stairs as I swung the green tote over my shoulder and tried to navigate the large crate down the stairs with only the most important of my belongings I could fit. I didn’t have much time. Mom and I had been coming to blows for months, ever since Dad moved out and she started dating again, coming home at 3a.m. with her pantyhose in hand, stumbling drunk as if she couldn’t see through her smeared mascara. I was beyond angry from having to watch my brothers every night while she went out and got blasted but knew that they needed someone to protect them. I grunted as I lifted my things off of the last few steps, entering our dining area.

“You have three choices. You can go with your father, Nana, or I can call the cops.” Mom was literally spitting with anger as she gave the ultimatum as if any of those choices were better than the others.

“Call the cops,” I said. “Let them come so I can tell them all the fucked-up shit you’ve put us through.”

“Oh please, Ashley. Always so dramatic. I’m calling Nana.” Mom starts dialing the phone and I put my belongings down on the hardwood floor, smelling the sweet smell of Pine-Sol and wood stain that I knew I would never smell again without remembering this moment.  

“Mom, I need her out now. Can she stay with you? Yes, well, she can’t stay here. I’m not doing this anymore.” Mom hands the phone to me and folds her arms, eyes red and tired. I almost want to laugh at how crazy she looks, especially considering I can smell the Bacardi still tingling on her lips.

“Hi, Nana. I’m not coming with you.” I look at Mom quickly, sensing her daggers, then divert my eyes to the ground.

“Ashley, listen. Your mother needs a break. You need to come with me for a while. You can’t go with your father. He is bipolar and psychotic and needs help. Do you really want to go with that?” I can hear her sneer through the phone, knowing she has never had room in her heart for my father. I’ve honestly just had enough at this point of everyone bashing on Dad, the only parent who was trying to better himself.

“Look, don’t talk about my father like that. Go fuck yourself.” I flip the phone closed and hand it back to my mother.

“I’ve already called Dad. He will be here in twenty minutes.” I start to shimmy my crate towards the door, placing my bag on top of it and getting ready to say goodbye to Freedom, cowering in the corner from all the drama that has unfolded in the last hour.

“Just for all the heartache you’ve given me, I’m calling the high school on Monday to let them know you don’t live here anymore. You will have to finish off senior year somewhere else. We’ll see how you like that.”

“Honestly Mom, you’re going to hell for all the shit you’ve put us through.” I am literally at my breaking point, but I know Dad is on his way and I have to maintain my cool. I walk towards the door when suddenly Mom comes up behind me and I feel her hands slide their way around my neck.

“You will not talk to me like that!” Mom screams as she turns me around and starts pushing me into the wall, knocking down her display of baseball memorabilia, as glass shatters to the floor.

“Mom. Stop. Please.” My eyes plead as I beg her to let go. My head is starting to feel like it’s about to explode. Please don’t pass out. I beg myself.

Mark and Tyler come in from playing baseball in the yard. I can hear them kicking off their cleats and throwing their gloves on the table, fighting over who could pitch the fastest. Please don’t let them see this. I’m gripping mom’s wrists now, trying to prevent her nails from digging in any deeper.

“Mom, stop! You’re hurting her!” Mark starts screaming as Tyler immediately bursts into tears, holding the dog back as Mark lunges at our mother, pulling her off me. I run my hand up to my neck, hot with anger and bleeding from her nails.

“Get out! Get out!” My mother screams as I unlatch the front door and start running. Trying to catch my breath while running at the same time, I stumble as my bare feet smash onto the rocks along the side of the road. Just half a mile, I tell myself, just make it half a mile.  

I pull out my cell phone as I’m running, trying to frantically explain to Dad what’s going on. I know that if Mom calls him first, he might believe whatever story she decides to tell.

“Ash, you have to go back. The neighbor called me. The cops were called. You have to be there.” Dad tells me, his voice shaky but stern.

“But Dad, she tried to kill me!” I start crying again, hot tears and snot running down my face.

“She’s not going to touch you again, Ash. But you need to be there when the cops get there. Mark and Tyler need you there. I will be there soon. Promise.” He disconnects the call and I take a second to catch my breath. My hands are trembling on my knees, trying desperately to keep my balance. I’m tired and shaken but I know I must turn around. I shouldn’t have left Mark and Tyler with her.

I start wondering if she will hurt them while I am gone. After all, Mark did pull her off me. She seemed to only be violent with me though, probably because I challenged her the most. It just made me so angry inside that she stopped being a parent. She used to tell me that getting pregnant with me ruined her teenage years. Whose fault was that?

I finally catch some air and sprint back home, to find the police still haven’t made it there yet. Mom is in her room and Mark and Tyler are on the couch, both with tear-streaked cheeks, holding onto our dog like their life depended on it. I tell them it will be okay and grab a sweater in the top of my bag after noticing the purple marks up and down my neck. In the mirror, I see the reflection of red and blue lights on the front lawn and I go outside, closing the door behind me so that they don’t see the broken glass all over the front room.

“Good afternoon, miss. Do you live here?” The cop looks at me as I sit down on the front steps, pulling my sweater tight around my neck.

“Yes sir, I do.” I’ve somehow gained composure, even though my face is still burning up.

“The neighbors called and said there was a commotion. They heard yelling and saw you take off up the street. Everything okay here?”

“Yes, officer. Just had a disagreement with my Mom so I took off up the road. Needed to clear my head.” I look the officer dead in the eyes because I want him to believe my story.

“Is anyone hurt? Did anything get physical? The neighbors said it seemed a bit chaotic over here.” The officer looks at me, clearly skeptical at my story.

“Oh, nothing like that, officer. Just some yelling and I knocked over a shelf on my way out the door. I’m awfully clumsy, you know.” I laugh, despite that fact that I am literally screaming inside.

“Are your parents’ home?” The officer starts looking towards the driveway and I am suddenly thankful that the cars are in the garage.

“Nope, just me Officer. My Mom left when I did. We just needed some time to cool off is all.” I shrug, really hoping he doesn’t press further, though I know he should.

“Well, if you ever need me, here’s my card.” The officer hands one to me and takes one last hard look at me.

“Thank you, officer. I appreciate you checking on us.” The officer tips his hat and walks away, getting into his squad car and pulling back onto the street. I look back and see Mark and Tyler peeking through the blinds and I glare at them as they quickly close them.

I sit on the steps and contemplate what just happened. I ask myself why I lied and try to think if that was the best move. I think about all Mom has done to us and wonder if I shouldn’t have just spilled it all out then and there. Yet I know why I lied. Dad has been sleeping at a friend’s house during the divorce and I didn’t want my brothers taken away if no one was able to take care of them. The thought of them in the custody of DSS made me shiver. I tell myself one more year and I will fight for custody of them myself.

“Hey Ash.” I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even see Dad pull up. He’s rolled down the passenger side window of his silver Ford, waving at me.

“You ok, Fluff?” He looks at me with concerned eyes. God, I hate that nickname.

“Yeah, I’m good, Dad. The cops are gone.”

“Gone already? What did you tell them?” I can tell he is panicking a little by the tremor in his voice.

“Nothing. I lied. I needed to protect them, Dad.” I look at him and notice his face harden. He knows that I know he is not ready to take them.

“Fluff, I know this is hard for you. Things will get better. I promise. And when I am able, I promise to fight to get them away from her. Let me help you grab your stuff.”

Dad enters the front of the house. Mom is still in her room. Mark and Tyler run and hug Dad, telling him how they saved me and crying between giggles as Dad tries to tickle them and cheer them up. I watch this image, knowing it’s one I will never forget. Mark and Tyler hug me and I feel the warmth of the sibling bond we share.

“I’ll see you guys soon. Dad is taking us to Canobie Lake next weekend!” I try to smile despite the fact my heart is breaking having to leave them.

“Will you ride the Corkscrew with me, Ash?” Mark looks at me, his round face enhanced by his piercing blue eyes and happy smile.

“Don’t I always? You’re my daredevil buddy, remember?” I kiss the top of his brown curls.

“And the Spinning Teacups with me?” Tyler screeches as he jumps into my arms, with his blond hair flipped up in the front and his toothless smile.

“Of course, it will be a blast!” I grin, knowing I’m about to cry.

“Why don’t you guys practice that throwing arm some more too?” Dad says to them. “Next weekend, I will play catcher and you guys can pitch to me. Better be ready!”

“Okay. Love you, Dad. Love you, Ash.” They both say goodbye nearly in unison.

“Race ya!” Mark says to Tyler, as they take back off into the yard.

“Let’s go, Fluff. They’ll be fine. She won’t hurt them.” Dad grabs my crate, I grab my bag, and we lift them into the back of his pickup. I take one last look at my brothers in the yard. I’ll be back for you, I say to myself. Promise.

*A.M.E.

[azelmaandeponine]

That post that anon linked is...something.

We know Ford isn't perfect??? I don't think any Ford fan has claimed he's perfect. We know Ford fucked up. So did pretty much every other character, who these people never hold to the same standards they hold Ford to.

(We know why; it's cause the others aren't as blatantly autistic-coded.)

What we want is for them to stop victim blaming Ford and stop being so ungodly ableist towards him.

"Ford hurt Stan" and Stan also hurt Ford??? They both hurt each other. Guess what? Stan is also flawed and is just as much at fault for their broken relationship as Ford is. Maybe OP should apply the "he's a flawed character and that makes him interesting" to Stan as well as Ford. Then at least they wouldn't be a raging hypocrite.

Also listing "dating Bill" as a way Ford fucked up...just admit you hate abuse victims and go.

Ford defenders like you are now called "Ford apologists": https://eeveelotions.tumblr.com/post/772624427048419328/hey-ford-apologists-dont-interact-with-my-stuff

i feel like. I can kind of understand where this person is coming from like yes he does have flaws and make mistakes and I acknowledge this but there's a difference between saying a character doesn't have flaws and defending them from fans who demonize/heavily mischaracterize them.

in fords case, there are so many people shitting on him for things that are false or misinterpretations of things he’s said and done. a good chunk of the fandom has an irrational hatred for him.

as well as this the fandom also waters down his trauma to make it seem like nothing compared to Stan's as well as making countless jokes about his trauma. for example, the thousands of jokes made about bills abuse of ford. I cannot count the times I've seen people look at this abuse and their only takeaway/only thing they have to say about this is 'haha he fucked the triangle.' as someone who's been in an abusive relationship in the past it is extremely tiring to see these jokes constantly thrown around about bill and fords relationship. either people are ignorant and cannot see that their relationship is textbook abuse or they do know but just don't care(what is wrong with you) and I genuinely don't know what's worse.

as well as this, there is a tremendous amount of victim blaming being made towards ford when discussing ford and bills relationship. I've seen so many people straight up say it's ford's own fault for getting abused by bill and it was because of his 'hubris' and 'huge ego' and his 'selfishness', which is no thing to ever say about a victim of abuse. ive also seen people call ford 'stupid' for getting manipulated by bill, which is a) wrong, because bill has successfully manipulated and abused many others before for(have you read tbob), and has manipulated other members of the pines family shown in the show, and b) just victim blaming. I don't even know what else to say about this but many of you cannot be normal about abuse victims in media.

regarding his growing distance with fiddleford during portal construction era, this is caused by bill isolating ford from him, one of the only humans he's in contact with which is a technique often used by abusers. many people claim this is because ford 'views fiddleford as lesser', or 'has little respect towards him', which is straight up wrong. ford states in the journal that he is a great friend and a brilliant scientist and engineer, and his appreciation of him is shown through his excitement of his arrival and immediately gets to making him feel welcome in his home and gifts him with microchips and banjo strings. in fact, when they first met in college, ford was the only one who genuinely believed his theory and he immediately jumped to helping him prove it for 9 hours, despite barely knowing the man. their bond, whether romantic or platonic is strong and that's why bill's isolating ford from fiddleford is so vital to bills abuse of ford.

not only that but these people are obsessing over Stan's homelessness for ten years but don't dare acknowledge that ford has been homeless for thirty. they fail to acknowledge that both Stan and ford were being abused by filbrick even if it showed in different ways. ford wasn't favored by his mother(his mother favored stan) and his father didn't see him as anything but a way to make money for his family, providing him only conditional love and not seeing him as his own person aside from his intelligence and his hands. this is often something many immigrant children experience, having endless pressure to succeed and get top notch grades and choose a high salary career in order to raise their family out of poverty. and if they were to slip up, they would often get severely punished or even physically hurt as a result. so logically, ford being upset by this is very understandable, not to mention he was also a teenager when this happened.

i have more examples I could use, but tldr, defending ford from fandom mischaracterization, victim blaming, and from claims being made about him that are blatantly false is not equal to saying he lacks flaws or hasn't made mistakes.

[sicut-anima]

Ford to Bill

[azelmaandeponine]

Gotta love how the Gravity Falls fandom still has no media literacy and is putting out the worst """character analysis""" videos known to man.

[azelmaandeponine]

"A normal person never would have fallen for Bill's manipulation"

Can this fandom stop victim blaming Ford for FIVE SECONDS?!?!?!