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The way his thoughts get stuck on Jurand. During his own wedding.
#the trouble with peace#leo dan brock#the first law#joe abercrombie#the age of madness#jurand#leo/jurand#the perfect definition of his lips...#also i love this whole passage tbh#the bit about how he isn't danger of violent death but is nonetheless terrified#the bit about how there are different kinds of courage#the bit about finree & ardee smiling at him and giving him strength#amd then glokta glowers at him and undoes the ladies' support lmao#leo is sooo adorable when he's vulnerable#also i love it when he thinks 'good old' jurand#there's something so pining about it#like he doesn't have the words to describe how much jurand means to him#good old jurand#like he's his childhood dog#or a favourite teddy bear#the deepest love he can bestow
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don't show him modern technology; it won't end well
bonus under the cut:
#i'm not sure if ford would really be interested in using the internet much#but i could see him wanting to look something up real quick and ending up reading something so outrageously wrong#that it pisses him off to the point that he gets into an argument about it lol#gravity falls#stan pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#digital art#my stuff#anyway i really don't like how this one turned out#but i don't feel like changing it#bc i already spent way more time on this than i actually wanted to#and i don't wanna look at it any longer
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"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"
"... that's not important."
#so they got heavily drunk and sung karaoke and 'one thing led to another' yeah mhm stanford pines i know what you are#they're so awful for each other i hate them so much#something about loving you like an alcohol addict idk#irls keep scrolling shh i'm okay dw#stanford pines#ford pines#bill cipher#<- i accidentally twinkified him in this angle i swear his full design is neat this is my first time coloring human him 🙏#whoops#billford#the book of bill#book of bill#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#i'm so good at posting miscellaneous sketches and making them cohesive guys trust#s0up1tart
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Portrait
#gravity falls#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#my art#sososo normal about them#I just think about fiddleford’s page on the journal like#ford saw him doing something so mundane and decided it was the best moment to capture…
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i've been waiting for gravity falls to become relevant again so i could share one of my favorite underrated bits from the entire show. like it's only episode 2 but this whole segment just makes me lose my shit. i think jason ritter's exasperated line delivery is what makes it
#something about the comedy in early gravity falls just hits different imo it's SO neat#also legend of the gobblewonker is just a really solid episode overall#i don't think i have literally any criticisms of it??? it tells a simple but meaningful message without undermining the audience#it has GREAT characterization for the main characters but especially the pines fam#lots of really memorable gags#THIS IS THE ORIGIN OF MY AIM IS GETTING BETTER#leo.txt#gfalls#gravity falls
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@wolfythewitch 's gravity fowls au, again...
Mcducket with Tate (when he was an egg)
Stan would sell 'mystery eggs' and it would just be rocks or something
#this au is consuming my mind get it out get it out!#drawing a marbled duck was way harder than I expected so I gave up. kinda#gravity falls#gravity falls au#gravity fowls#bill cipher#stanford pines#ford pines#stanley pines#stan pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#Fiddleford mcducket. my beloved. why are you so hard to draw#art#fanart#traditional art#watercolor#this au will be the death of me#animal au#anyone ever heard that one story about a red hen that made bread and no one would help her or something? I loved that when I was a kid#Anyway. sorry for drawing your au. again...#I can't stop drawing this au send help
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cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry
bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.
there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.
but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.
your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.
the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.
he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?
heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—
he gulps.
it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—
(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)
the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).
it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.
he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.
bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.
you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.
"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.
as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.
as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.
as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.
his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.
you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.
“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.
your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.
he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.
but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.
he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.
there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.
your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.
then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.
he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.
five minutes, huh?
like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.
#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#ALWAYS GOING TO PUSH FOR THE BKG CLOSET PERV AGENDA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#he HAAAAAAAAATES that he feels this way BUT LIKE ALL HERO STORIES START WITH: his body moves on its own 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️#he tries to restrain it sooooo hard#but i think when youve been together a while something shifts in him#he still gets flustered!! still gets so hot and embarrassed about it!!! but i think he grows comfortable#with the idea that he /can/ act on it. that it isn’t shameful if he does.#so i think the big difference between a pining bakugo and being in a relationship w him#esp a long term one#is the fact that his reactions are still very much the same#but his actions become more proactive when he feels more secure in the relationship#and i adore the idea of a reader who loves teasing him for it#who looooves pushing his buttons#who looooooves seeing how far they can take it#and it's all fun and games and he's blushing and everything when you do it#but he gets you back so good for it. SOOOOO good. oh my god.#ok bye this was my brainrot at the gym today#rated#shotorus.bubble#bnha#katsu
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@animation-recaps-by-sean
I dunno how to design an older Mabel and Pacifica so I just thrown in whatever and hope that works. 😅
hklsafkhakhen Sorry I didn't notice there were still ask requests from April left in my inbox! I'll slowly get back to em.
P.S. Not taking requests right now!
#There are still 3 (well 4 actually) left of em in my inbox so hopefully I can insert em all in between my commissions this month!#Because like I don't wanna actually forget about them again. lol#U kno I couldn't come up with something better when I had to make it into a comic instead of being able to convey a story in one image orz#What's their ship name#Macifica#mabcifica#Mabel Pines#Pacifica Northwest#Gravity Falls#Man I did watch GF but not too closely. plus it had been a while. so I could've gotten em out of character or something#my shiz#request#animation-recaps-by-sean#skedoobles#comic#my comics
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What if instead of threatening to take Ford's eyes, Bill just took Fiddleford's?
Tate still remembered the night his father's sight was taken from him.
"What have you done to me, Stanford?"
He felt the storm coming even before the first lightning struck. From the very moment he opened his eyes that morning until the very moment he lay back down to bed, he could feel a vicious tension brewing in the otherwise serene household.
Storms were very uncommon at Tate's house, and on the rare occasions they did arrive, they never stayed for long.
Yet, after a quiet breakfast full of anxious, unmet glances and clattering cutlery that rang far too loudly in the silence of the table, he knew that this storm was going to be unlike any other storm he'd witnessed before.
A prickling, disquieting static seemed to have made itself at home underneath his skin, that day. It had made every hair on his body stand on end, and an odd stinging sensation to dance across his spine and tongue; an uncomfortable urge to duck and take cover low on the ground nearly overwhelming his every sense. It was like waiting for the shattering thunderclap to sound after the sky turned white with a blinding flash of light. He knew what was coming, and the anticipation was unbearable.
His mother and father had acted as though nothing was wrong; as though they didn't feel the looming presence of the darkening clouds growing like a murky gray forest on the ceiling.
He hadn't been able to fathom at the time how adults could seem so all-knowing, and yet simultaneously be so utterly clueless about the very obvious happenings that surrounded them. Now, though, he just found it strange how adults often tend to assume children don't feel the stifling weight that they hung around themselves; as if children didn't breathe the same bitter choked air as their parents did. It wasn't even as though they did a very good job at pretending; his parents always were terrible liars.
When the lightning finally struck, it set the house ablaze.
He heard the thunder from his room, and felt the crackling heat crawl up the stairs and seep through the gap beneath his door. He'd laid in his bed, hand clasped nervously across his chest and looking up at his room's cloudy, weeping ceiling as a cacophonic explosion of noises came bursting from the living room downstairs. The fight had erupted with such unprecedented force that in Tate's young mind, he'd felt genuine fear of the house collapsing atop them all from the sheer force of the yelling.
The smell of burnt tongues gently wafted through the air, and Tate briefly wondered if it hurt his parents when they scorched their mouths with such scalding words just as much as it hurt for him to hear it.
It was a big fight; a terrible, big fight; so loud, and so very angry, and helpless, and desperate, and betrayed, and sad.
The back and forth screeching seemed endless, and eventually the screaming words began to muddle and merge into one another until they hardly even sounded human anymore. Suddenly there were animals wailing in the living room downstairs, and Tate could do nothing but listen helplessly and grip his interlocked fingers tighter; hoping that if he stayed still enough, then the growling beasts that were shattering plates downstairs wouldn't come upstairs.
But then,
then,
something changed.
The shift was all too sudden; too abrupt; too quick even for the usually sharp witted child to catch on, and before he knew it, the screams of anger suddenly shifted into one of pure, unadulterated horror.
"Fiddleford, your eyes- good lord, your eyes! Let me look at them!" "Don't touch me! I- I must call Stanford, he's done something to me. Him and that demon, they've cursed me." "For Heaven's sake! Please, forget about that damned Stanford of yours for one moment and listen to yourself! My husband's gone mad, mad!"
And suddenly his parents were human again.
Tate was restless in his bed as his heart seemed to beat bruises against his ribs, his sweaty fingers digging crescent shaped grooves into his skin as fear enclosed its frigid claws around his throat in a vice-like grip. He couldn't breathe.
The storm was over, and it should have reassured him, and yet he was anything but.
Curiosity and fear had been what forced him to kick the sheets off himself and creep his way down the rickety wooden steps. He had to know what happened, he had to know what damage the storm had caused, he had to know.
His steps were far from quiet, and the creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet hardly did him any favors, but no one answered the calls of the squeaking wood. No one came peeking out from the living room to stop the obviously sneaking presence that was tip toeing through the halls; No one called out to check on their little child; all was silent, and calm, except for his mother's soft sobbing coming from the kitchen.
When Tate eventually found his father, he saw
devastation.
The storm had been merciless. It had left nothing behind but a shuddering husk of a man. His father was shaking like a leaf, shoulders tense and back hunched over as though bowed by an incredible burden. The telephone receiver was held in his hand like a lifeline; as if it was the only thing in the world that was keeping him tethered to sanity, and somehow, Tate didn't doubt that it was.
Curled up on the floor in the dark, muttering and trembling, he dared say his father looked... small.
It almost felt surreal to see his father in such a state, like witnessing a God collapse, or a star's light dim to nothingness. His father had always been a solid, permanent pillar sho seemed able to hold up the whole world on his shoulders, and still stand tall and proud despite the weight.
And yet, the crumbling remains of a once impermeable monolith now lay scattered across the hallway floor and splattered across the walls.
The sight had scared him.
At the time, Tate hadn't known what had happened. Even to this day, he still wasn't too sure he understood what exactly had taken place in that living room for his father to have so sudddenly gone from seeing to blind in the matter of seconds.
His mother had tried, in vain, to explain it to him later, to try and make him understand when he was eventually old enough to hear the gruesome tale; but still, he struggled to fully wrap his head around it.
"It was as though his eyes just sunk into his skull," his mother had recounted to him with a haunted look in her eyes. "They suddenly just vanished into the empty sockets of his face, like someone pulled them out from inside his head. There was no blood, no resistance, no tearing. It was as if his eyes were simply plucked out of sight by some invisible hand."
There had been blood on the walls when he had found father back then, a long trail of gorey wet red smeared all across the lovely yellow wallpaper. He realized only now, recalling the memory, that the blood back then had not been from his father's eyes, but from the deep gouges he had dug into his face with his nails, his searching fingers desperately looking for eyes that weren't there beneath his empty eyelids.
"What have you done to me, Stanford?"
Tate had never heard his father's voice sound so raw, so afraid. It was so unlike the familiar comforting drawl he'd grown to love and recognize, it almost sounded alien, coming from his father.
"I can't see, Stanford, I can't- my eyes, they're gone. Why are they gone? What have you done?" "Answer me, damnit, what have you done?"
His father never got his answer, because whoever was on the other side of the line soon hung up, and his father was suddenly left blind and alone.
#something something we all talk about the calm before the storm but never the devastation taht comes after it#anyways- completely winged this and I have no beta so if there are any grammar mistakes then So Be It#I realized I haven't posted for this AU in a while so here is some content babes <3#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#gravity falls#gravity falls au#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#old man mcgucket#tate mcgucket#stanford pines#tw blood#tw body horror#tw gore#tw horror#tw eye horror#gravity falls fanfiction#ficlet#oneshot#fanfiction#my writing#tw graphic#my art
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give this angle another tri
#doctorsiren#gravity falls#the book of bill#bill cipher#scalene cipher#euclid cipher#stanford pines#theraprism#gravity falls fanart#digital art#my art#procreate#yeah I finally checked out thisisnotawebsitedotcom hooray!#don’t ask what everything on the second page says#I don’t even remember at this point LMAO#I just wanted to make it look neat but now my hand hurts from all that coded writing#there also may be some spelling errors in there bc that always seems to happen with me HAHUIHS#by merely messing up the cipher lmao#I based Scalene and Euclid off of old cartoon parents#Scalene is based around just like…50s cartoon mom#and Euclid has that 50s cartoon dad thing but also Professor Utonium#little billy….he’s just my young Miles Edgeworth…he’s Astro Miles real…#when I think of his home world I envision it all 50s styled#like cartoon depictions of that time with bright colours and bold geometry#in my head it’s idealistic but done so on purpose so that destroying such a place would be an even more absurd thing to do#destruction caused by his hubris and thirst for wanting something MORE wihtout appreciating what it was he already had#and now he has nothing in the end and it’s his fault and he knows it#thinking about him missing his parents and regretting that decision every single day hurts me 😭
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Their last conversation... anyways this is the "sweet moments" I was talking about LMAO
Creator: @honeqq
(6/7)
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 |
#gravity falls#bill cipher#book of bill#billford#the book of bill#stanford pines#something something about reassuring your love ones that you've lived a fulfilling life#Also! I forgot to mention this#this comic follows the events of route 9#So Ford will obviously reincarnate as Clifford 1000 years later lolz#But Bill doesn't know that so he gets to suffer :4#endlesspaint#delicioustarong#I hope this makes you all feel a bit better
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Posting this before I forget.
(Plus these shitty first attempts)
#drawing#fanart#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#something something something#about Ford's passions problems and talent all isolating him#and him not always being aware of that#something else about Stan always chasing after him#but not being able to keep up#something about Ford thinking he isn't meant to be with other people#and Stan being taught that he doesn't deserve other people#so they only have eachother#but they're living in separate worlds#and Stan wasn't always welcome in Fords#and they hurt my feelings#and made me draw them#and distracted me from my anime drawings#and I hate them#please don't look at the water#please
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As someone whose asexual and a monsterfucker and knowing that there is a large subsection of the monsterfucking community that is Ace or on that spectrum, Ford being very Ace-coded and implied to have fucked a a triangle feels accurate to me. representative, even.
#gravity falls#hugin rambles#hugin rambles gf#ford pines#stanford pines#bill cipher#billford#the book of bill#monster fucking#asexuality#asexual#like dude seriously at rhe point where youre like well really whats the difference then between 'attraction' for male and female#why not something else. perhaps in this case a triangle#also the qoute from TBOB of Ford dreaming (multiple times) about being asked what hes attracted too and him saying hes into planning is.#thats so ace coded oh my god dude. being worried about your (lack of) sexuality and feeling the need to defend it...#also 3 cheers to the one person who was also ace and left a comment about it on a different ford monsterfucker post#teratophillia
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stan spending their childhood trying to make ford's polydactyly something positive in ford's life and genuinely believing its super cool....
#(that stan quote being from the extra dvd commentary)#but also stan loving comics and being like 'yeah ford's character is a superhero!' and then basically making himself charlie brown#stan's abaconings story basically being him blaming ford's smarts as the reason why they became estranged...#the contrast of bill telling ford 'nah it's your brains that makes you special and your hands makes you a freak!!!'#gravity falls#ford pines#stanford pines#stan pines#stanley pines#but also mabel causing high fives to be invented earlier#cos irl it was invented in 70s apparently#always uwu at paradoxes bringing this family together+closer#it's basically an intrinsic part of them!!!#oddities brought together by contradictions!!!#soos being brought to stan by the kids but the kids only doing so cos soos is part of their family!!!#(part of why same coin is so fun to me is cos it adds another layer of paradox to them)#but stan being insecure about his hands being smaller was not something i was expecting in 2024#(i thought he'd be more jealous that ford seems to have more dexterity especially considering stan's the one who pickpockets lol)#stan being defined by his love for his family arghhhhhhhhh
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hey guess who’s absolutely losing it over the stan twins again (spoiler alert its me)
so i was innocently scrolling tiktok when i was introduced to this DIABOLICAL au idea: firstly, what if ford really had shot stan with his crossbow when stan first showed up at the shack? and secondly, what if ford tried to bring him back to life frankenstein-style? (full credit to tiktok user @44boora for this idea, go check their account for some gut-wrenching art) (also… full post below the cut this got long)
but like i was thinking about this, ford bringing stan back to life specifically, and how dependent the concept is on this specific time in his life. i just feel like any other time and under any other circumstance, ford would have been able to, eventually, accept stan’s death. we see it at the end of weirdmageddon, where ford is ready to accept that the stan they all know and love is gone now that his memory has been erased. he tells mabel as much, and only realizes there’s hope for him when mabel is determined enough to push back against ford’s logic. ford believes very intensely in his own perception of the world. he believes in science. theoretically, he believes death is death, and there’s nothing he can do to change that.
but then, think of ford after he’s been betrayed by bill. this ford is at his absolute lowest. he can’t trust his own perception of the world anymore. he’s seen the truth of what their relationship was and the horrors he was so close to unleashing on their universe. he is desperate to right his wrongs. he’s losing sleep, his body is abused every time he closes his eyes, and the end of the world as he knows it is iminent if he doesn’t succeed in making the portal as secure and unusable as possible without dismantling it entirely. the only person he believes he can trust after everything that’s happened is stan. so he contacts him for help, and in his time waiting for him to arrive, cannot stop thinking of the worst-case scenario: that bill could still be coming for him. so when he opens the door to stan, his high-strung, paranoid brain doesn’t see stan, and he shoots.
he shoots his own brother with a crossbow and kills him.
ford is not usually one to blatantly ignore a scientific fact. again, death is death, and there’s nothing he can do about that. and yet, in a state of such intense grief, when his entire world is already close to crumbling around him and he’s holding his dead brother in his arms, there’s nothing else he can feasibly do but deny. so he does.
he lives in denial of a lot of things. that stan’s death is final, obviously, but also his reasonings for attempting to do the impossible and revive him. ford likes to believe he operates purely on logic, so he tells himself he’s doing this because he has to. without stan, he can’t prevent bill from entering their universe. he’s still the only person ford can trust, so reviving him is another step in his ultimate goal of stopping bill and saving the world. it doesn’t matter that its never been done before, ford will do it anyway. and he believes that he can, because as much as he thinks he’s moved on from his hubris, he’s still acting off the assumption that he’s special. he’s so far ahead of everybody else, so naturally, if anybody could accomplish the impossible and bring stan back from the dead, its ford.
and so he denies that the real reason he’s trying to save stan is not a logical one. he denies that he’s running entirely on emotions. it would be foolish to try something so risky and impossible and time-consuming if he were only doing it because of his crushing guilt and decade-long yearning, so he tells himself there’s so much more to it than that. he can’t just be doing this because he loves him, right? he’s not that shallow. he’s not that desperate.
and yet, he is. because as much as ford wants to deny it, he can’t live without stan. he can’t live with the knowledge that he was responsible for stan’s death. if he didn’t succeed, his grief would surely kill him.
#this concept is consuming my every waking thought#there’s just something so… cathartic? about their roles being reversed and ford saving stan#i feel like so many people downplay just how much ford loves him#the amount of times ford mentioned stan in his journal? UGH.#and that’s just journal 3!!! and only the things he wrote down!!#imagine how often he must have thought of him… he holds stan and his childhood so dear its devastating#there’s no question in my mind that ford would pull a victor fucking frankenstein just to see his brother again#i’m so devastated about this#ripping my hair out#gravity falls#stanford pines#ford pines#stanford#stanley pines#stan pines#ford and stan#stangst#stanford pines analysis#analysis#gravity falls au#frankenstein au
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au where 17 year old stan, just a week or so before the science fair incident, gets sent to 2012. he wakes up with no idea where (or when) he is, and ford starts asking him questions to figure out exactly when he’s from. stan assumes he’s checking for some kind of brain damage when this random guy (to him, ford hasn’t explained anything yet) starts asking about what day and year it is for him, and the science fair topic comes up. stan assumes maybe this guy is a judge, since he knows about the fair, and starts bragging about his genius brother and how he’s gonna blow his socks off with his motion-whatchamacallit. ford sits there almost in disbelief because he’d been so convinced that stan was bitter leading up to the incident, but here he was bragging to him about ford with no idea that he is ford
#i think stan explains that it was an accident and ford somewhat comes to terms with that#but he always has this nagging idea at the back of his mind that stan lies. why WOULD he tell him if it wasn’t an accident?#he wants to believe him but……..#BUT…#then this young stan shows up. and he’s from RIGHT before the incident#and he’s still so excited to talk about how smart ford is#and he’s going out of his way to put ford in the spotlight with someone who he assumes must be a judge or something#and it really hits ford that stan would never hold him back on purpose#stan WAS upset about getting left behind and being ignored#but also#stan cares about his brother more than anything and there’s this living proof right in front of him now#yeah.#gravity falls#gravity falls au#stanley pines#stanford pines
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