stancest edit – me and my husband (mitski)
so glad i can finally share this- here's something i did for a secret santa event!!
Everytimes - Ethel cain
Yippie! Another silly animetic💞💞💞💞💞 bc, like i said, i'm on a journey to draw them to as much song from her as possible. N i meant it. 80s them (n some older them) r so Ethel coded in some aspect soooo YEP! The icarus aspect of Ford n (very little bc i write him as trying not to fall. So it's a silly thought💔) Daedalus aspect of Stan. Anyway,,
Cw for a bit, like, very little flash. N some blood. Also NOT a ship💔
Also separate drawing under cut!
I forgor i can only post like, 10, so yea
I did it once and the author blocked me and I promised myself never to do it again :((
BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!
but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?
genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.
LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.
SORRY FOE THE DUMP IM CATCHING UP ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE
Original source: my mates playing with their dollies
Fiddleford isn’t nearly as athletic as Ford. Now, there are probably Blind Eye members more capable of chasing after Stanford if they were trying to forcefully erase his memories, but that doesn’t mean they’d be successful. The man may be depriving himself of sleep, but he’s built up enough brute strength and endurance to escape. He made it home after collapsing in a truck stop parking lot, and managed to fight Stanley in the portal room.
The Blind Eye members wouldn’t know the layout of the forest and mountains as well as Ford. He spend years out by himself in nature, trying to drink in every detail. Even the members who know the forest because they grew up there haven’t looked at the forest the same way as him. These are people scared of the supernatural who willingly joined Fiddleford’s memory erasing cult. They aren’t going to be experts in Gravity Falls guerrilla warfare.
The memory gun eventually made the Blind Eye members forget who their founder was, and the forced use on the townsfolk made everyone stupider. The young people like Soos and Wendy haven’t had their minds erased as often, so they aren’t affected like the adult population. While pre-portal journey Ford would be up against the first generation of cultists before they forgot Fiddleford, I still feel like the effects of the memory gun would hamper their efforts to hunt him down. Especially if he goes into the mountains and woods full of creatures these cultists have been trying to forget.
Bill would be annoyed like a bratty toddler if Stanford lost his memories, so he’d oppose it too. Not out of care for the man [shipping them is extremely gross], but because he’s impatient to get that portal running, and takes too much delight in tormenting Ford. Knowing this group of people is afraid of the supernatural, should Ford be captured by the cult somehow, Bill would intimidate them into letting him go. Or beat them up using his body.
5. Ford was becoming aware of Fiddleford’s use of the memory gun before he left the project. He was already getting [rightfully] paranoid about Fidds before the reveal that Bill was evil, but that paranoia only got worse after the fact. He’s no coward about it; the man still went into town and was chasing Blind Eye members to try and find out who they were. But yes, Ford is smart and anxious enough to watch his back in town, in case the Blind Eye tried to get him.
6. Fiddleford wasn’t just the founder of the memory erasing cult, he was also the most addicted to using the machine on himself. Which explains why he lost his mind and became homeless so quickly, while the other members like Ivan are still sane enough to run the cult. Pre-portal journey would also be the time when memories about Bill were the freshest, so it’s safe to assume Fidds was using that ray on himself plenty. Even though both men were in a deteriorating metal state, Stanford was not as unwell or near the point of insanity.
7. Ford was always better at dealing with the stress of dangerous anomaly attacks and horror, which served him well in those thirty years beyond the portal. He also survived for 30 years while an outlaw, homeless, lost, and still at risk of possession [until he met the Oracle]. If it got bad enough in Gravity Falls and the cult was looking for him, Ford could survive in the wilderness just fine. Or escape to another town in Oregon or the surrounding states. But he’s probably return as soon as he thought they had given up to make sure the portal was secure.
8. For Ford to be turned into a shell of himself like in the drawing, he’d have to have something integral to his identity erased. Something like “the supernatural” or “weirdness” itself. But A. That would probably break the memory gun or require an hour’s worth of memory canisters. And B. That would so obviously send the poor guy back to when he was a toddler that Fidds would immediately realize he messed up. Why a toddler? Because he hadn’t met the bullies at school yet, and extended family would find him more cute than weird.
But yeah, if Ford started talking like a 3-4 year old who thought he’d been kidnapped, there’d be no way to argue that he’s okay. They’d have to try to sort through his dense paranormal memories in that pile of canisters, trying to undo the damage.
9. If they did mess up Ford’s mind that badly, Fidds would feel terrible about it and try to fix it. I imagine Stanley would be contacted using Ford’s old mail, and knock some sense into the cultists on his way to revive Stanford’s mind. And the erasure wouldn’t stop Bill from being terrible to Ford, so it would once again prove that Fidds was wrong to erase his mind in no uncertain terms.
10. Even at the height of his cult arc, I doubt Fiddleford would be so full of it/stupid that he erased “the paranormal” from Ford’s mind. They knew each other for years, he should know that it’s something Stanford cherishes, and has ever since he was a child. Which ultimately means there’s a nil chance of Ford getting lobotomies via memory gun, even with Blind Eye Fiddleford on the prowl.
So yeah, TDLR I must not be over that ancient AU where Dipper gets his entire mind wiped and the cult just keeps him like a servant. Kidnapped a 12 year old boy. [Ivan wasn’t that evil bro].
One morning, in the Oregon shack, Stanford, Stanley, and Fiddleford were having breakfast together. Fiddleford brought up a paper he’d recently read, The Evolution of Social Attitudes Towards Homosexual Relationships in 20th-Century America: A Historical Analysis, and shared some of the views it mentioned. For example, gay men might tend to pursue fashionable and personalized styles of clothing and have a higher appreciation for pop music, dance music, and the arts. Additionally, they might show a distinctive social behavior pattern with more frequent and intimate interactions within their social circles.
Stanley: Ha, I always thought men who liked theater were kind of sissy.
Stanford: I think the article oversimplifies things. Just because someone likes art doesn’t mean they’re necessarily gay.
Fiddleford: That’s true, just like being gay doesn’t necessarily mean you enjoy theater. I don’t believe that a gay man’s social behavior can be summarized; there are always exceptions. And those who haven’t acknowledged their orientation haven’t been observed either. They probably just seem like regular people, like you and me.
Fiddleford: Haha, but a guy like Stanley probably wouldn’t be mistaken, right?
Stanley: Oh, no, I’ve been with a guy before. But you can’t tell, right?
Fiddleford: Hold on.
Fiddleford: Raccoons doing the jitterbug! You’ve been with a guy??
Stanley: Yeah, it was a long time ago. We were in high school, and we broke up ages ago.
Fiddleford: Wow… that’s… unexpected, in every way. I thought you were into women; I even saw you flirting with Susan at the diner. Don’t you like women?
Stanley: I’ve only been with that one guy. But I guess gender doesn’t mean much to me—I’m open either way. Sex is just sex; as long as there’s chemistry, it’s fine.
Fiddleford: So, back in high school, it was just about sex? Then I’m not sure that would classify as a gay relationship since straight men do that kind of thing too—sorry if that’s too blunt.
Stanley: No problem, I don’t mind. We’re just chatting. We did go on dates a lot, so I guess we were pretty serious back then.
Fiddleford: So it was a relationship? You must have faced a lot of pressure back then.
Stanley: Yeah, some.
Fiddleford: Who confessed first?
Stanley thinking: I don’t think… anyone confessed. We just ended up together.
Fiddleford: You didn’t talk about it? How does that even happen?
Stanford: It happened naturally, just going with feelings.
Stanley: Lust, that’s what it was.
Fiddleford: Wait, uh, Ford, you knew about this?
Stanford: I did.
Fiddleford: Well, that makes sense; you’re twins, after all. I guess secrets are hard to keep. So, when did you two break up?
Stanley: Right around graduation. He was a good student and wanted to go to college in another city. I didn’t care for school and wanted to work right away. We couldn’t agree, so we just split up.
Fiddleford: You didn’t try long-distance?
Stanley: You know that never works. Thinking that letters and calls can keep a relationship going—that’s a lie told by cowards who don’t have the courage to break up. Right, Ford?
Stanford: True enough.
Fiddleford: Makes sense. Sounds like you’ve thought about this for a long time. So, were you the one who broke it off?
Stanley: No, it wasn’t me.
Fiddleford: Oh… I’m sorry. That must have been hard on you. My first breakup had me crying with my banjo in my room for three days. How long did you cry?
Stanley: I didn’t cry.
Fiddleford: Really?
Stanley: It’s been a long time. Everyone goes through breakups; I don’t care anymore.
Fiddleford: But it was your first love, and you broke up over something like that. It’s a shame. Have you kept in touch since?
Stanley: Yeah, we have.
Fiddleford: And now that you’re both working, you haven’t tried to—
Stanley: —Oh, no. No way. Getting back with an ex is just plain stupid.
Fiddleford: But you were happy together, weren’t you? Honestly, distance isn’t an insurmountable problem, and you didn’t break up because of a loss of love. If it were me, I’d at least try to see if it could work.
Stanley: You’ve got the wrong idea. We broke up pretty badly. But yeah, I still have some good memories.
Fiddleford: Oh?
Stanley: We used to go to the beach a lot. We didn’t do much, just talked. Well, and other things. The beach was right by our town. It was beautiful when there weren’t people around, so we’d skip class and go there in the afternoons. A few years back, when I passed through our hometown, I went to see it. Now it’s a tourist spot, packed with people.
Fiddleford: Skipping class? Didn’t you say he was a good student? Why would he skip class?
Stanley: Yeah, why indeed?
Fiddleford: Right? I mean, with all the homework, studying, and essays, I was constantly busy back then. How did he manage it?
Stanley: Huh, I never thought about that.
Stanley: Ford, how did you manage it back then?
Stanforddrizzling maple syrup on pancakes: Stayed up late doing homework.
Stanley: Ah, so that’s it—stayed up late doing homework.
Fiddleford: Oh.
Fiddleford: Wait, hold on.
The meaning of that sentence is: "It's all your fault that my brother and I are sleeping together!!"
SHOW NO MERCY. Have some feels.