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#PLATONIC STANFORD
lonelysa1lor · 2 months
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You know how some people say that the tale of Icarus was about him falling inlove with the sun? And how he wished to be close to something so dangerous and even with the warnings he was given, he flew too close. The sun couldn't save him or maybe it just wouldn't. yeah well there's this guy called Stanford Pines--
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brightdrawings · 1 year
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(art by @stephreynaart)
"Look over here." you said.
You held a Polaroid camera in your hands, the twins had bought it for you. It was their way of apologizing for not bringing you on their last world wide trip. It was a dated method of taking pictures, but you treasured it nonetheless. From Mabel's suggestion, you had started your own scrapbook to record these newly made memories with the men you loved.
Right now the three of you were taking a moment to enjoy the cliff side view of the ocean. This environment wasn't exactly new, in fact you had seen no less than 10 on this trip so far. The twins even more so. Despite that, all three of you couldn't help being caught in the majesty of the deep blue sea. the vastness of the open sky, and the coolness of the wind. Everything came together to create a sight that was familiar and still felt new every time.
The twins had sat down before you arrived and were quietly enjoying a break from the action and adventures of their current life at sea. This was a brief moment of respite, and you couldn't stop yourself from wanting to capture the moment.
Responding to your cry, both twins turned their heads to look at you. Well used to your itchy camera finger, they each gave you a smile as you captured the moment. Another to add to your collection. Another memory to keep safe and look back on when you returned home.
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ferretwhomst · 8 months
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alright guys. poll time
just wanted to ask because from what i can tell the gf fandom doesn't really seem to have a general fandom-wide consensus on this ship. rbs would be appreciated!!! also feel free to elaborate in the tags which option you chose and why! i'd love to hear people's reasoning :-)
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henryloverman · 1 year
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You know...I have been noticing lately that a lot of the Narrator's character designs...looks like Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls..ummm a potential crossover maybe? The Au could be called "GravityParable", maybe Stanley and Narrator go to Gravity Falls, Oregon? After the escape pod ending or the freedom ending??? I wonder what their dynamics will be like? It's either going to be super funny or very traumatizing... Maybe both?
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Gravity Falls asks
What is something about Ford that’s a headcanon you have that doesn’t really effect the story (habits, preferences, etc)
What do you think Ford does when he has down time on the Stan o’ War?
What inspired the Ford trio
he loves loves loves rain. he used to love thunderstorms too, but after everything thats happened...anyway, oftentimes stan will find him hanging out on deck during rainstorms and have to drag ford back in. when theyre at land, ford will sometimes go outside and stand out in the rain and get all muddy. kind of not great since he doesnt like the texture of mud very much. stan's working overtime trying to keep ford from getting sick because of it. he doesnt mind much though- as long as it makes ford happy like that, he's okay with it
ford spends a lot of downtime catching up on all the literature and movies he's missed. mostly stan helps out with the second part (they watched the 2011 version of the thing recently). he also does a lot of research into reports of anomalies and such. theres also the drawing sessions with stan ive mentioned in another post- he does also spend a bit of time making or looking into things they can send to the niblings as gifts. theyre kind of stuck in a gift war where the two sides are always trying to one-up each other. its a lot nicer then it sounds
oh, anon, you are not prepared for the answer to that last one. have you ever seen misery x cpr x reese's puffs? six is misery, lee is cpr, brine is reese's puffs. youre welcome for this cursed knowledge
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alextwdgf01 · 11 months
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A sketch I've been meaning to draw I finally did.
Been discussing with friends on Discord the scene for this and it would be during Stan and Ford's birthday (making Ford around 6 months along). After enjoying some delicious (but slightly burnt) cake, they went for a little walk in the woods.
They wound up taking a break resting against a tree and Bun was kicking.
#please don't tag as Stanc//t
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John, they told us to stay here.
You always do as you’re told?
X2: X-Men United: A Novelization (2003) - Chris Claremont
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rubydracogirl · 3 months
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So, I heard this song for the first time, and immediately, it gave me very strong vibes of Ford and Jheselbraum.
I think about that part of Journal 3 a lot, especially his last words about her;
"I sometimes wonder where she is now & how she knew so much about me..."
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spiritually214 · 11 months
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I've seen people throughout the years say shit like "The brothers' love for each other is the greatest love story of the show" and I just. *blinks really hard.* I feel like you're not in any way shape or form acknowledging how fucking codependent the relationship is.
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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years
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inspired by a scene in the ford route of Swooning Over Stans (but platonically) the size diff is a little more exaggerated than I intended but I’m still proud of how it turned out
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST
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yqqug · 2 years
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I heard this audio on reels and it lowkey reminded me of them
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bukatra · 1 year
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This song has such strong Dean/Sam vibes, whether you see if as Gencest or Wincest. Picture either Dean or Sam saying this during their Stanford breakup
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I wish you were here
Autumn is the hardest season
the leaves are all falling
and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
"new leaves will come around in the spring"
but you can't tell trees those things
they're like me, they just stand there
and never listen
I wish you were here
I've been missing you like crazy
I've been hazy eyed
staring at the bottom of my glass again
thinking of that time when it was so full
it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
or sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like Icarus would forever kiss
the bullets from our guns
I-...
I never meant to fire you know
I know you never meant to fire, brother
I know we never meant to hurt each other
now the sky clicks from black to blue
and dusk looks like a bruise
I've been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands
but none of them fit in the morning
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the phantom scent of you
I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
all the wishes in the world would come true
do you remember the night I told you
I've never seen anything more perfect than
than snow falling in the glow of a street light
electricity bowing to nature
mind bowing to heartbeat
‘this is gonna hurt’ bowing to ‘I love you’
I think of happy when I think of you
so wherever you are I hope you're happy
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit drinking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope you're smiling
like God is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I'm still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat
and I wish you were here
I wish you'd never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best
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monstersandbrothers · 21 days
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I saw a post on here a while ago and wish I could find it again but basically it was about how OP doesn’t think wincest is unrequited so much as it is unspoken and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. because like . Yes. Yes. Y es . i’m pretty much on board with any kind of wincest u present to me, platonic, romantic, familial, unrequited, requited, I’ll take the freaks in any form no notes. But. a version of samdean where they are both AGONIZINGLY in love with each other but believe there is no way the other feels the same OR that they both know exactly how weird they are about each other but are afraid to look at it directly or bring it into the light because the ramifications of doing so are so monumental and it doesn’t really matter anyway because they will never change. Like I’m personally a big fan of “nothing physical happened between them pre-Stanford but whatever WAS between them was so all-consuming and terrifying sam had to get away before it destroyed them both.” But then it destroyed them anyway. and it’s forever just this monster lurking that they know is there and it’s made all the larger because they will never speak of it. they speak around it, they cover for themselves with “he’s my brother” over and over and over he’s my brother. He’s my brother. He’s my BROTHER. but they can never say the words. They can never yank the sickness out. THAT. that. Thaht. DISCUSS
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kaleldobrev · 3 months
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Never the Favorite
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Platonic Pairing: Sam Winchester & F. Reader
Summary: You finally try and set the record straight
Word Count: 844
Warnings: Cursing (1x)
Authors Note: Takes place during season one | Something that always got me, is whenever Sam said something along the lines of Dean being the favorite child. Like Sam, he wasn’t and it was pretty clear so that’s what I based this fic on | Let me know if you like the new way I have formatted | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡
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It was another classic Sam and Dean argument — Sam telling Dean how he was never the favorite child growing up and how Dean actually was; and how much of a black sheep of the family Sam had felt because he didn't want to go into the family business. It was an argument and a sentiment that you were so used to hearing at this point that you could pretty much recite word for word their replies. The boys were starting to sound like broken records, and you and Dean had only picked up Sam from Stanford a few months ago.
You didn't want to get involved in their argument as you felt like it wasn't really your place, but there was a part of you that started to get annoyed with Sam, because you knew that Dean was never the favorite — Sam always was. You knew how hard Dean had tried over the years to try and get his father's approval, but it was approval that he would never be able to get, no matter how hard he tried. It killed you inside, because you loved Dean for who he truly was, not who he was pretending to be.
But because you had heard this argument so many times, you had told yourself that you were finally going to say something to Sam; to try and stop this argument once and for all.
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Parking Baby and cutting the engine, Dean pulled out his wallet from the glove compartment, pulling out a crumpled up 20 that he won from a poker game a few nights ago. “Gonna grab some snacks. Either of you want anything?” He asked before turning to you. “Want your usual chocolate anything?”
You gave him a small smile. “Yes please. And orange soda if they have it.”
“Getting you the bottle this time. ‘Cause I don’t want another spilling incident like last time with the can,” he said, giving you a wink. “How about you?” He asked, turning to Sam.
“I’m good thanks,” Sam nodded, before pulling out his phone and promptly started checking his e-mail.
“Alrighty,” Dean said, getting out of the car. “Be back in ten.”
As soon as Dean was out of eyeshot and earshot, you sat up closer to the passenger side where Sam was, placing a hand on the back of the seat. “Hey, I know he’s your brother and the whole point of brothers is basically being assholes to each other but, I really need you to lay off the whole Dean being the favorite stuff.”
Sam turned to you, placing his phone in his lap; the look he gave you was of pure confusion. “But he is the favorite. Always has, always will be. I know you probably wouldn’t know that consider —”
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” you began, slight attitude in your voice. “I’ve been hunting with Dean and your father for about a year now, and let me tell you, I didn’t need to be around for your childhoods to know that you were and are still the very clear favorite.”
“Me? The favorite?” He scoffed. “I don’t think so.”
You rolled your eyes. “Did it ever occur to you why he’s so similar to your dad? Why he barely shows any of his actual interests around anyone but me? Dean wears his jacket, listens to the same music, says the same phrases.”
“But…that’s how Dean always has been," Sam stated. For as long as he could remember, that's always how he remembered Dean, being so similar to their father. Memories flashed before him, recalling numerous times where him and his father sang along to Zeppelin during one of their many insanely long car rides to Pastor Jim's, or how Dean would refuse to go anywhere without their father's leather jacket.
"You really know nothing about your brother do you?" You asked him, slight sadness and hurt entering your voice. You hadn't known for very long, but you had known him long enough for him to start letting you in and getting to know the real him, and not the facade he let everyone else believe. "The only reason Dean acts like your father is because in his mind, if he acts like him he'll get the approval he always wanted that you never had to try and get." You felt your blood start to boil. "So please stop with the fucking favorite argument okay? I'm sick and tired of it."
Sam was silent for a moment, as he's never seen you this angry before nor has he ever seen you this defensive of anyone. As much as he wanted to disagree with you, he knew that he couldn't because he clearly didn't know Dean the way that you did. He might of spent 18 years of his life on the road with him, but he didn't actually know him. "Okay," he finally said, slightly sighing.
"Just...don't tell Dean I said any of this to you okay?" You asked him, slightly patting his shoulder.
"Of course," he said, slightly smiling.
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 5 months
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Caretaker
Castiel & Winchester!reader (platonic)
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: You get to meet everyone’s favorite Angel, and the two of you become besties.
Warnings: kinda strays from canon in places, I don’t have the episodes memorized guys.
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“You take care of her, ok?”
Up to this point, Castiel hadn’t taken much notice of the youngest Winchester; she wasn’t one of the vessels, so she was in no danger, and of little importance.
But at Dean’s words, Cas finally seemed to see you. You were just a kid, growing up around so much danger. And now Dean was placing you in his care.
“I will,” he promised both Dean and himself.
You didn’t say a word as Dean and Sam left. You understood why they had to go, and you had to stay; they were trying to hide from Michael and Lucifer long enough to formulate a plan, but if they were found, you would be a liability. You knew Castiel was the most capable being to protect you, but seeing as you didn’t know Cas very well, you weren’t exactly comfortable with this arrangement.
You didn’t know when you would see your big brothers again; aside from hell and Stanford, rarely had a day gone by where you weren’t with Sam and Dean.
“So what now?” You asked finally, and Castiel seemed to snap out of his daze.
“Now I take you somewhere safe.”
The day passed uneventfully, which Cas took as a good sign. What wasn’t a good sign was the fact that Cas couldn’t think of a single thing to say to you, and he could tell the silence was making you antsy. Well, that and the fact that your brothers were on the run from two archangels.
He found a motel in the middle of nowhere to stop at, and he waited rather impatiently while you got some sleep. The further he could get you from Sam and Dean, the safer you would be, but Dean had decided non-angelic modes of travel were safer, as archangels weren’t that familiar with backroads and crappy motels.
Cas woke you up early, surprised when you seemed exhausted—wasn’t four hours enough? That’s what Dean claimed he got. You followed Cas regardless, although your eyes were drooping before he even started the car.
For the next several hours, Cas couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. He kept doing a mental checklist—he had you, you’d slept, you’d showered, you had your phone, you had extra clothes—but it did nothing to rid him of the feeling. The last thing he wanted was to mess this up, the boys had been so reluctant to part from you. What was he doing wrong?
“Castiel?”
Cas turned his head to look at you when you spoke. He had barely heard you, as you spoke slightly above a whisper, your voice timid and hesitant. Were you scared of him?
“What is it?” He asked.
“I—um…I-I know we’re in a hurry, but, um…could we get some food?”
Oh no.
“I knew I forgot something,” Cas hissed under his breath, sighing in annoyance. You, who hadn’t been able to make out his words and only saw the annoyance, instantly backed off.
“I-I mean if there isn’t time I-“
“No, no,” Cas insisted. “Of course we have time, you need to eat. I’m sorry, I forgot.” A thought crossed Cas’s mind. “Did you eat yesterday?”
“Um…no,” you replied, still timid.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I-I didn’t want…um, I know that you’re-you’re trying to help me get away so-so I, um…”
You seemed unable to form full sentences, and Cas once again wondered what he was doing wrong to make you so nervous.
“If you need anything, I want you to ask,” Cas interrupted.
You just nodded and went back to looking out the window. Once Cas got you fed and back on the road, he made himself a promise. He had to do better, even though it was awkward and he had no clue how to talk to you. Clearly the silence of the last two days had made you nervous, so intimidated by the angel protecting you that you didn’t even want to communicate basic needs.
“I’m sure we’ll have you back to your brothers in no time,” Cas began.
You smiled weakly at him. “Yeah. And you can get back to your angel stuff.” You ducked your head suddenly. “I’m-I’m sorry you got stuck babysitting. I know you’d rather be finding a way to defeat Lucifer and Michael with Sam and Dean.”
Cas was silent for a few seconds.
“Well, it’s true I would like to help them. But keeping you safe is more important.”
You scoffed, “Me? Why?”
Cas was surprised. “We all care about you. We don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”
“And why would an Angel care what happens to me?”
“Because you’re my friend.”
That brought you up short.
“I…I am?”
“Of course.”
“I-I thought…” again you were unable to look at Cas. “I-I just kinda thought that you agreed to this to placate Sam and Dean…be-because you need them on your side.”
Cas wasn’t sure whether to feel bad for you or be offended. “You thought that?” He could tell that his hurt was bleeding into his tone. You noticed it too.
“I-I mean you’re an angel,” you quickly explained. “You have way more important things to worry about than me.”
“So…so you thought that I didn’t care about you…and you didn’t blame me for it?”
You just shrugged.
Cas didn’t know what to say. He most certainly couldn’t just fix your self image issues, he wasn’t equipped for that, but he could at least assure you of one thing.
“Well it’s not true. I do care about you, and that’s why I’m here. I want you to be safe.”
You didn’t respond, but Cas could see the smile you were trying to hide.
Something clicked after that. Cas didn’t know what it was, or how it happened, but suddenly the awkward silence between the two of you disappeared, replaced by non-stop conversation.
He told you all about heaven and some angels that had been his friends, you told him all about your human experience, and explained to him some general human things that he still hadn’t managed to grasp.
“So…tweeting is no longer just about birds?”
“Nope, now it’s an internet thing. I don’t think we should get you into that, though.”
“That’s probably wise,” Castiel agreed.
All too soon, things changed again. After a couple of weeks on the run, you again became withdrawn and quiet. A whole day went by without a single word spoken before Cas finally decided to address the issue.
“You’ve been quiet.”
“Yeah.”
When it became clear that this was the only answer Cas would get, he persisted.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m worried,” you sighed. “And I…I miss Sam and Dean.” Cas heard the strain in your voice when you mentioned your brothers.
“They’re fine, they called just last night. I’m sure you’ll see them again soon.”
“It’s been weeks, Cas, and we’re no closer to an answer. It’s starting to seem like…like we’re just gonna run until we burn out.”
“You can’t think like that,” Cas said.
“Why not, if it’s true?”
“It’s not,” Cas insisted. “We have to have faith.”
“In what?”
“In Sam and Dean. We—you have to trust that they’ll to anything—anything—to get back to you. They’ll find a way, and you’ll see them again soon.” Cas promised as he pulled the car into yet another motel. He stepped out, and you with him. You were quiet for a minute before—
“Hey…hey Cas?”
“Yeah?”
You hesitated, staring at the angel for a moment before making a decision. You lunged forwards, wrapping your arms around your new best friend.
“Thanks.”
Castiel smiled as he brought his arms around you, holding you as though he could hug away all your worries and loneliness.
“Of course, little one.”
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alextwdgf01 · 1 year
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Hug Dance
This comes from an older sketch. I touched it up a bit and digtalized it, and I am happy with the turnout! Look at these softies!
The idea for the drawing is that while going through some stuff in one of the shack's rooms, the bros come across their grandfather's record player and decided to listen to a record. And Ford wound up dragging Stan into dancing.
Anyways, in unrelated news, I'm opening my digital comms back up if anyone is interested! I have a couple things changed that won't be on the file/photos of the price list so please be sure to read the description below it!
#please don't tag as ship
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