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?
Submitted by @be-gay-cause-crime
Ford is a freak, yes, yes, we've all heard that before your honor.
But who out here will write a fic that lets Stanley live out one of his dreams huh?!
mcgucket getting home from a swinger party at 2 in the morning after doing copious amounts of coke trying to act normal circa 1979: hey there squirt what are you doing up?
yes thank you for putting the idea in my head that tate knew about his unfaithfulness the whole time but was told to keep it a secret
Have the stan twins in drag because I have no self control 👍
... 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.
please reblog for sample etc etc <333
I got really bored lol
Also, this is the dynamic I think of whenever I write the mystery trio together
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the alien race has come to steal your bitches and domesticate your raccoons
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