#it’s never enough for these stans!

[fancylala4]

It’s so annoying when we have a Disney princess line that actually includes princess of color and we see bugged eye freak stans be like “WhERe’S RApUnzEL?” SHEIN Ariel has so much merchandise already while Disney refuses to do the give their princesses of color the same opportunity. Even Moana, whose movie is in the same category of popularity as frozen doesn’t have nearly as much merchandise as that bugged eyed freak! Yet every single time Disney chooses to showcase underrepresented princesses in a line, rapunzel stans act like they never get any content and thinks that Ariel clone is underrated! It’s getting on my last nerve!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[doesromandoart]

i’ll only listen to my brain because my palm-sized heart has failed me one too many times

[carouselunique]

Despite everything (you've done) it's still you... (who has the power to change for the better).

[heph]

I will leave my artist notes in the tags, but I'm writing here to let y'all know that this and all the other Gravity Falls minicomics I've drawn are compiled into a pdf that you can get and read here!

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

DIVORCES

SO MANY DIVORCES

OR DEATH

ALL THE HOMOSEXUALS ARE EITHER DIVORCED OR DEAD

[pop-squeak]

weekends on glass shard beach

[bbuzz28]

Memories

Old man Fiddlestan, my beloved-and what's this? It could be semi-canon compliant :O ?!?! Woof- this is one of the saddest things I have ever written. I know some of you gremlins (affectionate) love that sort of thing, but I don't. I like really really don't. This is my comfort ship, so I don't even know where this came from other than trying to figure out how they *could* work in canon. Truthfully though, I prefer my Fiddlestan heavy on the comfort when it comes to the "hurt/comfort" genre. This is my only “angsty” (i.e. no immediate happy ending) Notes-app fics, so don't get used to this level of sad from me lol.

“Stan?” an oddly familiar voice called. Mr. Mystery, Stan Pines, glanced up from the flyers he was organizing and found that Old Man McGucket stood in the doorway of his front door. The last tour of the day had just left, it was dinnertime, and he was exhausted. Stan rolled his eyes as he unfurled his tie, wishing Soos was still there to escort the crazy old man off his property. No matter what he did, the old hillbilly always managed to find his way back to the Shack. “Sweet Moses McSuckit, what are you doing in here? Shoo, scat, or whateva will get rid of ya.” Hearing no movement, he looked at the man again and found he was standing erect. His blue eyes were the clearest he had seen them in no less than a decade.

          Wait, what did he call- oh. Oh no.

“Stan…ley? Did I…did I do somethin’ wrong?” the other man asked, his hands twisted in knots in front of him. Memories flashed through Stan’s mind; Ford falling through the portal, Fiddleford finding him passed out in the lab, working together to bring Ford home again…being together. Being happy. They had been happy, if just for a little while, hadn’t they?

Then there was the cult, and his discovery of the damn memory gun that had finally ruined everything they ever built. He took a hesitant step forward, a thousand thoughts roaring in his mind at once. “Fidds? Wha-what do you remember?” A bandaged hand snaked up and rubbed over the faded scar on the side of his head “I…don’t rightly know. Did we…I think we had a fight? I just woke up in the…in the dump. N’ I don’t have any shoes. Do ya know why my arm is in a cast?” Fiddleford looked so lost.

Stan knew in his heart that all of this was fleeting- “clarity” would hit Fiddleford every few years after he had finally wiped his mind of himself. Almost like his brain was trying to jumpstart itself back together. The first time they thought it was a miracle but…it didn’t last. It just started a trend that would follow them both for the next almost thirty years. Fiddleford would seemingly “wake up” and be lucid for a few weeks in the beginning, then eventually only a matter of days. It had been so long since the last time that Stan would wager, they only had maybe a few hours together if he was lucky.

The last time Fiddleford was himself…they had fought. Stanley thought he had figured the only way Fiddleford could stay; he needed to remember. Remember everything he had ever forgotten. At the time, Fiddleford had been unwilling to try. He didn’t think he could handle it; he knew he had forgotten what he had for a reason.

Stanley had gotten as close to begging as he ever had in his life since surviving Tijuanna, and when it had no effect…Stanley had told Fiddleford to leave and never come back. He had left that night, and by the next day he had faded away again. After a while, Stan thought his last words had been the final nail in the coffin that was Fiddleford’s mind. He carried that weight along with every other mistake he had ever made. But here he was. Fiddleford. His Fiddleford.

He took a deep breath before he opened his arms up. “Hey, don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. I’m right here.” Fiddleford rushed through the doorway, melting into Stanley’s open arms. “I went away again, didn’t I?” Stan could feel Fiddleford’s tears soaking into his chest, his own whispering at the edges of his eyes. Yes, and you will leave again. You will leave me and I will be alone all over again, you fucking asshole. “Hey cowboy, didn’t I just say not t’ worry about any a’ that? You’re here now, n' that’s what matters. You’re…you’re home.” A haggard laugh vibrated through the smaller man’s chest into Stanley’s own. “I know I keep tellin’ ya, tellin’ me not t’ worry is like” “…tellin’ a fish t’ stop swimmin’; I know Fidds, I know.” Fuck was really the only conscious thought that went through his head as he held his one-time lover. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, again.

Fiddleford looked up, eyes wide and searching Stan’s face. “How long do ya think we have?” Stan shook his head, unwilling to lie even if it eventually wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember. You’ve always been the only person I couldn’t lie to. “I dunno, it’s been…a while. Probably not very long.” Fiddleford closed his eyes before he said “I need ya t�� know somethin’, Stanley.” Stan started to shake his head. “Fidds, you don’t have t-” The look on the other man’s face shut Stan right up-he had always had that ability. Stan wished he didn’t miss it as much as he did. “I need ya to know that even when I’m not here…I miss you. The part of me that’s somewhere in here-” A weathered hand tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point “ misses you. I’m just so sorry, Stanley. Sorry that I’m a coward. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to be here all the time…but I’ll never stop tryin’. I’ll always try n’ come home to ya.”

Stan thought of the thousands of times he had chased Old Man McGucket, the neat little character that Stan had to compartmentalize his Fiddleford into when he wasn’t himself, out of the Shack. How many times he had found him curled up like a cat on the back porch. How every time they “met”, McGucket would say how nice Stan was or how good he felt to be around him “for some reason.” How many odds and ends McGucket would gift Stan from the dump for exhibits at the Mystery Shack with a large smile and nothing substantial behind his eyes.

It would be so much easier if he would stop trying to come back. Maybe the hole in Stan’s heart the size of the sweet, certifiably insane man would scab over. How many times had Stanley mourned him? How many times was he willing to hurt himself? They were now nearing their sixties, how long was he really willing to do this song and dance?

What’s one more time? he softly thought, his hand coming up to tenderly cup the grizzled face of Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Mad scientist, friend, and unfortunately for them both…the love of his life.

“I miss you too, Fidds.”

[tinfoil-jones]

Was it anti-Ford who almost killed him? A child version? You can’t just drop that lore tidbit and walk away!! 😭

Context: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6]

Why would Anti-Ford almost kill his bestie? He gets him a lot a views on YouTube and Twitch. Interestingly (and frustratingly for the Ford Hate Club), Anti-Ford was the first and allegedly only Ford able to successfully capture Jerk Ford.

He saw a bounty for him and decided to make 'hunting' him the subject of one of his videos. He wasn't actually going to turn him in though, and that's how they're still allies to this day (Anti-Ford says they're friends, Jerk Ford says he tolerates him at best).

As for who actually almost killed him... Let's look at what he really shouldn't have said:

“I’m going to tell him.”

[This version of the Better World AU: @mother-ofthe-universe]

More than that, Jerk Ford finds himself regretting ashamed not proud of what he had to say to create enough of an emotional turmoil for an escape.

Jerk Fords Journal 3 Entry: "The Better World"

"-𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒿𝑒𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 '𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇' 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑒𝑔𝑜, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓎𝒸𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈.

𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹" 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒.

𝐻𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓈 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝒹, 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝐿𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃", 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓊𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉."

[If you have difficulty reading that:

"-many alternate versions of myself have visited this dimension and jerk themselves off at the thought that if only their 'disapointing, worthless brother' had taken their first journal away and disapeared forever, then they too could have had an institute built serving as a temple to their ego, and as an echo chamber of intellectual sycophants.

After experiencing this dimension for myself, I have concluded that "The Better World" is not the most fitting name.

Henceforth, I am going to refer to this small sliver of the vast, multifaceted diamond of reality as "The Sad, Lonely, Loser Dimension", in honour of the resident Stanford Pines.

That guy is the worst."]

[lorebird]

In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.

[arttsuka]

Some past fiddlestan? (Like Ford just went through the portal. He gone now. Past. Yk?)

The mystery misery yaoi

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I cannot wait for this Stan to reconnect with his Ford.

I still haven't figured out HOW exactly they'll meet yet, but I do think that Ford would ATTACH himself to Stanley and talk his ears off forever when they eventually get comfortable :] and Stanley would listen because HOLY SHIT, THAT'S HIS BRO HE HASN'T SEEN FOR 40-ISH YEARS, HE MISSED HIS VOICE. Nonstop certified Yapper & Listener relationship <3

Stanley looks dead faced because of his ingrained poker face, but he's thouroughly enjoying it, even if sometimes he has no idea what the fuck Ford is saying. He never interrupts him though, since he knows people usually ignore or interrupt him mid-talk already. So sometimes Stan gets stuck in awkward situations where he has to leave or do stuff, but also doesn't have it in his heart to stop Ford and extract himself out of a (one-sided) conversation.

[hkthatgffan]

Oh, don't mind me...just waiting for when I can share these last two Book of Bill images Alex Hirsch sent me and Hana back in 2023 before he revealed the fucking thing ;)

[asteria7fics]

I will never get over how funny it is to watch the fandom debate in circles about which popular stereotype the boys should fit into at any given time.

To see certain headcanons become ubiquitous in certain corners not necessarily because it's the majority's preference, but because it's the opposite of whatever's been popular before it. The reliance on over-correction is very, very funny to me.

As if Stan can't be into sports and music and board games at the same time. Or that Kyle can't be six feet tall and buff and a gut rotted bottom all at once.

The freedom that comes with not actually giving a shit about what's popular fanon interpretations is incredible and I implore everyone to try it sometime.

[aquanutart]

Nyaha~! Caught in my electroweb! ♡

[awesome-cookies-and-cream]

I've constantly enjoyed stanxeno's parallel with the KoS and Senku's closest friends, but anyway I love rambling since s5 aired. Anyway

Obviously, one of the main parallels should be Taijuu since Stan occupies the brawn best friend to Xeno. But I thought, isn't Stan more like Tsukasa in terms of attitude? When Tsukasa was dying and recalled a what-if scenario, he thought about being there with Senku as a childhood friend. I thought, yea that would be more fitting, isn't it?

But Tsukasa wasn't there. Instead, it was Taijuu and later on, Yuzuriha.

And that's the main difference between them I think (besides obviously Byakuya, but we didn't see Xeno's parents). Senku has Yuzuriha to help them with her own set of skills and the three of them were truly good friends (which i'm really glad honestly. at first impression, i thought taijuu was just going to be simping over her. but senku knows 1 billion % it's reciprocated because the 3 are close. good for them.)

Meanwhile, Xeno only has Stan, who truly is worth about four people in the KoS alone skills and relationship-wise (Tsukasa, Taijuu, Ryusuui and Gen) but also meant that they're pretty cut off from the rest of the world. so you get Xeno's frustrations later on.

which goes down to Senku and Xeno's philosophical differences. Senku puts human cooperation above brute force, reflected on all his friends and family because he has people who understood the joys of creation and knowledge acquisition for curiosity's sake (of course he also happened to be with 2 of the most kind-hearted people in the world. meanwhile he's such a scheming gremlin lol)

Anyway. i think it's nicely woven in. Xeno's jaded self would immediately build an empire. while Senku worked on finding a cure. Granted, Senku woke up alone. Xeno had Stan (and platinum). Perhaps if Xeno woke up alone, he'd find a way to wake up Stan too. Even with platinum, there's only so much he can do.

All of that to say: