Cat stan if he was a little more pathetic and lost a few limbs
(Heavily inspired by my kitty Momo. She is a wonderful model)
From this fic
I dunno if this counts, but me drawing some of my recent outfits.
A few of my outfits!
I participated in a tag game recently that asked what style I wore, and I started drawing out a few of my most recent ones for fun!
Consider this the beginning of a different tag game, although this is less formal. Add to this post! Draw yourself in some of your own outfits!!!
... Ford would always be a star. Always. He burned bright like a frame, shining his intellect and determination everywhere he went like sun rays on earth. He was a man who went places, who worked his ass off for what he wanted. He was a man who could create a new galaxy with his stardust, and light the way to a beautiful future.
... But stars don't seem to notice people admiring them, do they? They just continue forward, barreling through the earth's atmosphere and shining through the darkness with saving light, even miles, hell LIGHT-YEARS away.
They don't notice the dirt on earth, staring at them with caring eyes. They don't recognize the rock and land, despite being made from the same stardust. If anything, earth is a nuisance. Only there to watch the stars die and burn, thinking that it looked beautiful against the loneliness of the sky at night. Comforting, to watch a fire die out.
... Maybe Stan was like the earth in that way. Hopeless to watch as Ford was destroyed by his own reckless actions. Watch as his brother started to grow tired of him. Watch as he squeezed Ford too tight, too close, and accidentally forced him to burn away forever.
... Maybe Ford really was like a star. And Stan was just the dirt of the earth, admiring something that would never appreciate his existence in return.
I would like to offer up a sacrifice to this concept.
May I present to you, "feel better" by Penelope Scott. https://youtu.be/ZYAuuDgUVNM?si=BkD70RsTNkxKeV35
Take that how you will, and draw your own conclusions my friend 👌
Welcome to another episode of "This Song fits This Character and Why"! With your host: me.
As you can see, I'm in love with Yaelokre's songs (I need more pls) and these past few days I've been listening to "Kid & Leveret" on repeat over and over again. And you all must know what happens when you mix your favorite songs and hyperfixations together!😃
So, I think that song fits Stan and Ford. Ok, so why do I think that? I'm gonna be honest here man, it's less about the lyrics and more about the ✨vibe✨ BUT. The lyrics that really do fit the twins, is the intro.
This is a story
About two children
One who hid to be heard
And another who ran to be remembered
I present to you, "Kid & Leveret"
This really is a story about two children. Or, well, it begins as such. The kid who hid to be heard is Stan. Because he lived a majority of his life hiding, detached from the world, using fake names, and trying to make the millions he promised. Because that was the only way he thought he could redeem himself, to be heard. Also the song talks about how Cole used to run and hide (at least from what I understand, I'm still confused about the Lark's past T^T) and yeah, it just gives me Stan vibes.
The kid run to be remembered is Ford. Because the second he had the chance to leave New Jersey, finally make a name for himself, but not as a six-fingered freak but as a scientist, he took it. Or was really close to taking it. I mean, that's pretty much why everything happened in the show, right? Because he wanted to prove he's more than just his birth defect. But he still kept going, he still left to get on that journey to become well known. He ran to be remembered.
Basically Kid & Leveret is about two children trying to escape their mothers (although in Stan and Ford's case it can be their dad, maybe kinda their mom too, and the town in general) who saw them as pawns and trophies. Ford much more so since Stan was deemed as the problematic twin, but both of them were degraded to things lesser than sons, than kids, in different ways from eachother by the adults around them growing up.
Do you ever think of you and Stanley as celestial figures?
Like the sun and the moon, or the planets and the stars? You described Bill as a black hole once, what would that make you and Stanley? Maybe even Dipper and Mabel?
Hm. That is a wonderfully intriguing question! I'm not sure I've entirely processed what my thoughts on this would be, so this will be fun to delve into. Do not interpret any of this metaphorically—I am not a poet, and I am not attempting to be. These are simply my thoughts on the matter.
Stanley reminds me of the Earth. Not in a motherly, nurturing way as some might describe, but in the way that it is resourceful. Full of life, even. The surface of the Earth is inherently cold, but, of course, once you get closer to its core, you encounter nearly scorching warmth—warmth that mimics the sun, warmth that keeps Earth's natural magnetic field functioning. Some may call this a plain choice, but I detest the notion. If you think the Earth is plain, I ask you this: would an alien from another world think that a planet, bustling with life and hope and knowledge, growing and producing miracles every single day, is plain? Boring? It all depends on perspective whether it's liked, but, objectively, the Earth is one of the most useful and miraculous planets out there.
Anywho, as for my great-niece, Mabel, I'm sure that it may seem obvious that her assignment is in relation to a star, but it is a bit more complicated than that. From my point of view, I see her as a supernova. For those who are not aware, a supernova is the result of a supermassive star reaching the end of its lifespan. Now, technically, you could view the explosion of a star as a "death" of some kind. The end of a life; but, arguably and on the contrary, I would consider it a rebirth. A supernova, the rebirth of a star, is a force that brings massive amounts of energy and light to the galaxy around it—quite literally brightening up the worlds nearby for several light years—which certainly sounds like a certain somebody. Supernovae also release elements like oxygen and rubidium into the air, which are essential for lifeforms to intake.
Furthermore, I would categorize Dipper as a dwarf planet in this fictional, imaginative world where we all take forms of celestial bodies. Many dwarf planets, although often overlooked due to their size, are not much different from their larger planet peers. They share similar traits, such as the presence of moons paired with some of them, as well as the (possible but likely, in my opinion) existence of lifeforms on the planets with less harsh atmospheres. Additionally, they are incredibly helpful when it comes to exploring both the history and the present state of the solar system—after all, the study of Pluto's orbit was what led to the discovery of orbital migration in the bigger planets we are more familiar with. They arguably also have the more interesting names.
Finally, for myself, I would consider myself to be an asteroid—specifically 4 Vesta. Vesta is a unique asteroid. It's the second largest body in the main asteroid belt, which nearly led to it being classified as a dwarf planet, but it never achieved the title. Its structure is similar to the one of Earth's, with both a crust, mantle, and warm core. This is because it formed much earlier, pre-dating the birth of the solar system that we know and love. Although it contains the greatest amount of brightness observed on any rocky body in the entire system, it contains both light and dark material, along with impressively large craters. These craters are a result of many collisions and crashes with other objects—one of which, titled the Rheasilvia crater, was responsible for it losing 1% of its mass.
These are surface-level comparisons, and astronomy was never my main focus, so forgive me if these weren't the answers you were expecting.
Just some anatomy practice with the hunkles. I'm counting Fiddleford in this one, he deserves some love man
Ford and dipper doing some homework, when Mabel walks in with some sweet beats.
Take the shot, old man.
Reference under cut
I feel like even if it didn't have side effects per say, he would still get addicted to it.
I mean, it's a magical brain device that makes you forget every little bad thing that happened to you. Sure, no trauma, but it also means no growth or development. If that memory gun worked as intended, he would just remain stagnant.
A coward who chose the easy way out instead of putting his big boy boots on and growing a damn spine. (I love fiddleford, but he is kinda a pussy sometimes)
What if the memory gun worked perfectly as intended without any side effects or sanity-damaging consequences?
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the alien race has come to steal your bitches and domesticate your raccoons
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