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Had a sudden need to draw Protective Ford
Will never not love protective Ford.
im ready!! im SO ready. im on the edge of my seat 😭
Not sure about anyone else but I re-read all my favourite AO3 comments when I’ve had a rough day so if you’ve ever taken the time to write a deep, funny, or just kind comment, thank-you.
All the time.
A few Mullet Stan and Grunkle Ford Timestuck doodles...
Big brother mode activated.
Update: I just made this 1000% more painful by adding one word:
A few Mullet Stan and Grunkle Ford Timestuck doodles...
Big brother mode activated.
this au allows them to be there for each other in a way they needed most, and lord does it heal me. they deserve to be happy PLEASE
you get me 😭❤️
im so so excited to see stan’s brothers appear in hiwths . the angst is going to be so so good
oh you guys are not even ready
https://www.tumblr.com/phoenix-art-official/766261587124305920/good-boy-link-in-reblog
^ did u see this ?
YESSS YES YES YES @flame-cat / @phoenix-art-official is very talented :) we became mutuals recently! Love their work and for bringing people in to read my fic!
A few Mullet Stan and Grunkle Ford Timestuck doodles...
Big brother mode activated.
*materializes into existence*
Hey there :D
I keep thinking about your recent chapter...ksksksjs punting the sun outta the sky now (/pos). All I can think about is what Ford's reaction would be to seeing Stan in their Pa's clothes. Maybe he's reminded of Filbrick just a tiny bit. Maybe he thinks it doesn't look right on Stan. Either way, I keep thinking about the grief of not looking like your twin anymore. They may be identical, but Stan doesn't look like Ford. He hasn't in a long time. There's grief in that, I think. Like staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror, only to realize you've been living in a funhouse with those funky mirrors & have been nothing more than a circus animal put to show for entertainment. Yada yada, more angsty metaphors, yada yada.
Anyway! Lovely fic :3
Thank you so much for all your support Oatmealllll! I get excited by seeing that YOU'RE excited. It really encourages me to write and post the next chapter!
I still can't believe you wrote me a 2700 word comment on AO3— I will CHERISH it forever 🫡 (~700 more words, and you would have surpassed the chapter length. That is IMPRESSIVE.)
love love love the latest chapter <3
Ahhhh thank you so much! <3 I'm literally grinning like an idiot at my phone right now.
I was really excited to dig into Stan's "good" memories because they're so revealing about his emotional starvation. The fact that his treasured memories are mostly centered around basic human kindness— speaks volumes about how low the bar has been set for him.
What really kills me is how Stan doesn't even seem to realize how tragic it is that these count as his "good" memories. Like, my dude, the fact that you consider "not getting arrested while freezing by the side of the road" a highlight... that all your "good" memories are still fundamentally stories about being hungry and cold... oof.
And Caryn... double oof. I love writing how her love is simultaneously healing and harmful. She's just trying to mother him— feed and clothe and fuss over him like he's still her little boy, not realizing that treating him like nothing's changed is just highlighting how much everything HAS changed.
I wanted to show how even "help" has been weaponized against Stan in the past with the psych ward memory. This bitter understanding that recovery isn't about healing, it's about saying the right lines to the right people. Stan didn't get better, he just got better at pretending to be better.
God, I just love writing this broken man trying so hard to be worthy of love while being completely unable to recognize that he already is.
In my mind, Stanley sees love and belonging as transactional— something that has to be earned or paid for rather than freely given. This belief that approval is conditional on performance.
He's constantly trying to earn his place at the table, to prove he deserves the basic kindness his mother is offering freely. The way he immediately offers to help in the kitchen, how he puts on the whole charming routine— it's all payment. In his mind, he has to work for every scrap of affection he's getting.
The really gutting part is how Stan has internalized this idea that once he can't "pay" anymore, the moment he couldn't "earn" his place in the family anymore (by being successful, by being useful like Ford), he was expected to disappear. And he did.
Even now, being welcomed home, Stan's processing everything through this lens of debt and payment. Every act of kindness is going on his mental tab. He's already counting down the minutes of his stay because he knows, in his bones, that eventually, the bill will come due. He'll slip up, show too much of his real self, and the welcome will run out.
It's why Ma's love is almost harder for him to handle than Filbrick's rejection ever was. He knows how to deal with having to earn love. He has no framework for processing love, that it's just... given. Freely. Without expectation. That's scarier than any loan shark because he doesn't know how to pay it back.
Just... perfect tragic irony. Because the same guy who thinks he has to earn every scrap of affection from others would set himself on fire to keep someone else warm.
the imagery of stan as a feral dog, groomed and fed yet unable to forget or move on from its instincts, who’ll go off and die quietly once the attention is off of it, is occupying my mind a frightful amount my god
Oh man, thank you! That imagery really became the backbone of this chapter in a way I hadn't initially planned. It started as this small comparison but kept growing organically as I was writing and then kind of took over the whole chapter thematically.
love love love the latest chapter <3
Ahhhh thank you so much! <3 I'm literally grinning like an idiot at my phone right now.
I was really excited to dig into Stan's "good" memories because they're so revealing about his emotional starvation. The fact that his treasured memories are mostly centered around basic human kindness— speaks volumes about how low the bar has been set for him.
What really kills me is how Stan doesn't even seem to realize how tragic it is that these count as his "good" memories. Like, my dude, the fact that you consider "not getting arrested while freezing by the side of the road" a highlight... that all your "good" memories are still fundamentally stories about being hungry and cold... oof.
And Caryn... double oof. I love writing how her love is simultaneously healing and harmful. She's just trying to mother him— feed and clothe and fuss over him like he's still her little boy, not realizing that treating him like nothing's changed is just highlighting how much everything HAS changed.
I wanted to show how even "help" has been weaponized against Stan in the past with the psych ward memory. This bitter understanding that recovery isn't about healing, it's about saying the right lines to the right people. Stan didn't get better, he just got better at pretending to be better.
God, I just love writing this broken man trying so hard to be worthy of love while being completely unable to recognize that he already is.
"Well, I can always count on you for a warm welcome."
I think the part that's killing me is that he BROUGHT THE CROSSBOW TO THE ER. 😭 FORD WHY'D YOU BRING YOUR WEAPON
Finally posting this artpiece I did.
It's an AU where Bill goes after Stanley through Rico. All because Ford was thinking about mending their relationship.
why the long face Sixer? 🏹
