Not The Prettiest Schematic But Decided To Put Together The Timeline For The Pre-series Events, For Fanfic

yesss!! Stancest fic recs please and thank you!

This will probably be a repetitive listing as some other users, but here is a deep-dive into my mindscape and whats been festering and lingering.....you will perceive me n my thoughts....remember my blog is a judgement free zone...i will zap you...

In Progress:

Black Coffee by nenchuumatsu: Not that I'm a sucker for time-period college aus, but I'm a sucker for time period college aus. 3 Chapters so far, but so cute!

Some things I Have Bookmarked:

Tough As Nails / Delicate as a Flower by SixerStanley: Oh, my dearest Clover, who continues to share with me their thoughts for their future writings.....brilliantly written, explores Stan's thoughts and their overall relationship, emotionally wrecking me, and oh so spicy

Allergies by Anonymous: I need this anon to write more. Desperately. I think I read this like, 4 times? I don't know where they are, who they are, but spiritually....in love with them. Modern AU, Stan finding Ford's search history. I'm not saying the rest just read it.

Relax by Smelly Skunk: Modern AU (?) Ford essentially discovers webcamming, and realizes Stan is a part of these chatrooms. Fidds did tell him he has to relax, after all....

Combat Baby, Come Back by foodtruck: In which Stan turns on the portal the same night Ford was pushed in, and he comes back older. GOD!!! they're so in character and Ford's possessiveness...tasty....

Everything You Feel is Good by businessboyjared: Ford observing Stan's...TV pleasures

If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company you met me at the perfect time by HybridOwl: Separated at birth, Ford decides to meet his long lost brother/famous boxer, and there's a...mix-up on why he wants to meet Stan alone.

Cover Me by Felix Hayday: Stan wants payback after the events of “The Stanchurian Candidate” and uses the mind control tie for the day.

The Complete Picture by DejaBoo: five times Stan doesn’t remember he’s in love with Ford and the one time he does.

Not a singular Fic but like...most of devilspedicure work....consumed. injected into my brain.

Things that got me into the ship itself:

What We Used to Be by Fractured Hourglass: Stan learning how to live with Ford once again, emotional constipation, Jimmy Snakes, * sighs and twirls hair *

Thirty Minutes or Less by devilspedicure: remember how i wrote injected into my brain? yea. As OP mentioned, “I need Stan to deliver pizza to Ford now. In the name of the porn tropes.”

Can't Take my Eyes Off of You by wasted_wallflower: Ford puts a magic collar on himself, and Stan tries to help....so tasty 2 me...

Between by Gravity Garbage: Mabel decides to lock Ford and Stan in a closet, and a fight ensues. There's art lingering on here somewhere of this fic.....

This Divide Between You and I by Cellardoors: a ritual of passage, almost.

Sea Burial and Growing on me by Sock Lobster: What I also consider a ritual of passage. Incredible characterization, witty dialogue, and very hot smut.

There's more, but this is all i feel like typing at the moment. Now get outta here !!!!!

Brother kisser.

From my strawpage inbox : "How do you think stanley bros celebrate new year?"

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Stan never liked celebrating new year it was just another excuse to get blackout drunk, and the concept haven't been in Ford's mind for 30 odd years now. But for their first year aboard the Stan O War II, Stan decided to do something special, since Ford had long forgot about the traditions of the celebration.

They docked near a small yet lively pier so Ford could enjoy the occasion, without the possibility for the experience to be soured by the intensity and overcrowding. It was supposed to be a nice and quaint occassion for them, well mainly for Ford.

The festivities brought out their whimsical sides, reminding them of their childhood, a simpler time. Fairs by the pier of Glass Shard Beach that they would visit after working on Stan O War, catching a moment of tranquility as they watched the sun set before the reality faded back in. Browsing through the endless fair games that they never had enough money for, not that it mattered, they were with each other, and that was enough.

But as the midnight approaches, Stan dragged Ford out to a quieter part of the pier, away from the crowd, from eyes that might catch the two brothers getting just a bit too intimate. And Ford let himself to be dragged along, while he enjoyed the fair, even after 30 years, he wanted a quiet moment with Stan too.

Enjoying each other's company, they huddled together, Stan's head leaning against Ford shoulder, five-fingered hand on top of the six-fingered one, as they listened to the faint countdown from the crowd. And as it reaches midnight, fireworks blooming in the night sky, Stan watched the firework show from Ford's soft eyes, his eyes twinkling so beautifully.

For a moment, it was just the two of them, the world around melting away. Ford leaned in, only to find Stan doing the same, it just felt like the right thing to do.

New year finally meant something for them, it marked another year together with the love of their lives, in each other's arms, instead of just another day to wallow in sorrow. And they look forward to spending the rest of their new years together.

reread 'there is a light that never goes out' on ao3 and i cried so hard i threw up. just girly things

(all fiddauthor shippers need to read it its the best fiddauthor fic in the universe point blank period)

as much as i want to see fiddleford recover and enter his much-deserved era of good mental and physical health, i also want to see the effects of his head trauma follow him forever. it’s important to me that while he heal and find a level of normalcy and peace, he never return to his old self.

kind of a side bar, but it’s relevant so: i also think there’s something to be said about old man mcgucket’s confidence. boldness? idk how to describe it. i wouldn’t say his paranoid tendencies have vanished, but for the most part he’s. breezier. part of it is the brain damage, and maybe part of it is genuine self-evolution in the right direction. but i think the obsessive mind-wiping just… broke that part of his brain. it’s like he’s no longer affected by fear in the same way. and i hope we see strong traces of that damage until the day he dies.

it’s important to me that fiddleford heal and emerge into self-awareness once more. it’s important to me that ford still look at him as very much the same person, despite all of the damage. but he’s also changed severely and irreversibly. i think of old man mcgucket as a much rawer version of fiddleford in that he holds less reservations and has no filter. he’s healing but he’s also broken, and those scars will forever be visible. and that’s important to me because it also changes ford and fiddleford’s dynamic a lot.

ok one last sidebar, then i’m done. when i say it changes their dynamic i mean it in the way that because fiddleford now wears his heart on his sleeve and ford himself is a bit wiser about relationships, there is less self-sabotaging going on between them. romance or friendship wise. and if nothing else, they both feel they’re getting too old for biting their tongues, so i imagine the discussions of certain difficult topics comes a bit easier now.

like, given that they’ve both made many catastrophically terrible decisions over their lives, they have a better perspective on life in general and have had time to reorient their previously fucked priorities. ford lives with a lot of shame for how he treated stan, dealing with the devil, and bringing about the end times. fiddleford lives with a lot of shame for how he treated emma-may and tate, starting a cult that ruined lives [especially his own], and not to mention the multiple death robot incidents. even though they both had good intentions or else thought their actions were justified at the time [mostly], it all collapsed on their heads because these actions were ridiculously stupid.

i think all of this is part of why the rekindling of their friendship happened so easily. fiddleford is eager to forgive ford and embrace him because he’s learned first-hand what grief and paranoia can drive a person to do, and so he feels the best thing he can do is accept his old friend back into his life, no questions asked. maybe ford will forever think he doesn’t deserve it, but he learns to accept mcgucket’s kindness and tries to learn from it. they’re both healing even if it’ll never be Backupsmore again. it’s still them, despite it all.

Something I did in magma!

As a number 1 Fiddleford Mcgucket lover, I honestly love the fact that journal 3 revealed that he had secretly created the Society of the Blind eye behind Ford’s back and was USING the gun on him multiple times, because it added a new complexity to the character. What he was doing wasn’t morally correct, but he probably felt like he was doing what was best for Stanford since he cared about him so much. Is it a little fucked up? Very much so and that’s what makes Fiddleford’s character even more interesting. You feel SO bad for him, he didn’t deserve anything that happened to him, but more people need to acknowledge his flaws too, specifically his family.

When it was revealed that he had gotten into an argument with his wife because she was upset he forgot to get her a Christmas gift in the Book of Bill, I felt bad for her. We don’t know much about Emma May Mcgucket but I don’t think she’s supposed to be painted in a negative light. Some people hate the mere idea that Fiddleford may have been neglectful to her and his son Tate some point down the line, but I genuinely think that’s what happened, and people shouldn’t villainize his wife or Tate honestly. It was unintentional of course, we know that Fiddleford cared about his family deeply and had a portrait of them when he was working with Ford, but him choosing to pack up and go with Ford for long periods of time probably caused a rift in the family. And yes, there is a tragedy to it, because him forgetting to get his wife a present was probably due to the brain damage the gun had on him. However, both concepts that Fiddleford loved his family but went crazy due to what he witnessed, AND him partly being to blame for his own self destruction with creating the memory gun and getting addicted to it, are statements that can and should coexist. Him getting traumatized wasn’t his fault, but using the memory gun repeatedly and putting the society/work before his family was. Ford definitely had influence, but the point still stands.

And for me that’s part of the appeal for Mcgucket, he didn’t deserve anything that happened to him, he would have been a completely different person had he not taken Ford’s call, he’s pathetic and tragic, made his own mistakes but also got screwed over at life in the process. But he deserved the happy ending he got and I just love this sad old man.

Ughhh I love him

someone is a bit too freaky

Stanford Pines is sapiosexual and idiotsexual for Stanley Pines.

Oh, you’re still here? More under the cut off :)

Listen, Stan is an idiot, but not because he’s stupid or poor traversed academically. It’s because he has no sense of self preservation. Hell yeah, gonna go beat the shit out of a pterodactyl at my big old age of 62 for my niece! Cataracts? Psh, eye sure don’t know ‘em! Up against a crowd of the living dead? Gotta do it for my niblings! Glasses, who needs them? (Until Stan actually really needs them to actually see anything at all and it hurts to look in the mirror, but that’s a story for another day.)

And Ford pretends that he hates how self sacrificing Stan is, but it secretly makes him all gooey inside that Stan was and is a better person than he’ll ever be. Stan’s self sacrificing ways stem from his love for his family, not from any true idiocy. It reassures Ford that Stan, no matter how much of a kleptomaniac he is, still loves with all his heart despite how everything in his life has mangled him beyond repair. Stan’s love is the one thing Stan has left for himself, and he loves fiercely. It soothes whatever inkling in Ford that doubts that Stan broke his science project on accident, despite how long ago that was.

But, another darker part of Ford adores that he has to take care of Stan when Stan fails to, because Stan needs him to, because Stan can’t take care of himself without Ford, because Stan needs Ford to keep him in check, and because Stan needs him. Ford relishes in this satisfaction of knowing that Stan loves him to the point of self-destruction—which subsequently makes Ford go down a spiral of oh my god I’m just like Bill how could I do this to my own flesh and blood? I am sinful beyond redemption.

Stan appeals to Ford’s sapiosexual side because he taught himself quantum physics while running a business, and successfully convinced the government that he was dead. And I don’t think anyone else mentions this, but he also successfully convinced all his enemies he was dead. For 30 years. With how many enemies Stanley Pines had? That is an impressive feat even Ford recognizes. Rico? Oh yeah, Stanley Pines died in a car accident. Really sucks, cause I was gonna extort him for money and peel his skin off with the back of a rusty fork.

And Ford fucking preens in this fact. He can make advanced quantum physics jokes and Stan will understand. Stan might not laugh, but he’ll understand and Ford will pull a chuckle out of Stan that just makes his insides go all gooey all the same. He’s not alone in his academic interests anymore. Stan understands. He always did, but now he understands understands. Stanley was never just the twin with brawn, but now he’s the brawn and the brain in the most tempting ways for Ford. His strength was always attractive to Ford, but his brain? Absolutely a temptress.

It feeds into how Ford, after all this time apart, wants Stan and Ford’s life to consume one another in the ways it never could in these past 30+ years. Ford desperately craves the codependency they had in their childhood, the suffocation. The saying “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone” is very much applicable to Ford’s longing. Stan’s self sacrificial ways and the academic fruits of his resilience satisfy Ford’s cravings.

Now, if only Ford could admit these feelings.