Ford: This trip to the Vatican City has been quite fruitful, though still no sign of the Ionza. I wonder if more written accounts exist that I’ve missed? Overall, an enjoyable trip!
Stanley, wearing the papal tiara and holding an empty bag of weed: WE NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT FUCKING NOW
... 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.
Have the stan twins in drag because I have no self control 👍
Okay well sorry i died in ur bathroom get over it
OH SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA-
Some fanart I made of a scene from this fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63688312/chapters/163264585
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.
That man is the most insecure, and yet stubborn asshole out there. Mr. "I can't do this because I'm stupid" and then just-
Making shit work just cause he NEEDS it to. Kinda reminds me of the character Domino in a way. Thinks they're just extremely lucky, but they're actually a mutant that alters probably and takes OTHER people's luck. I feel like Stanley knows that luck comes and cycles, and he tries to lean into that notion without thinking.
I've been following @aroace-get-out-of-my-face safety alarm au, and I have a few thoughts for Stan lol.
They said magic is about intent, and therefore he isn't very good at it because of his confidence, right? What if he uses the exact same spell over and over, for the WRONG reasons, just because it's easy and it pisses his brother off.
Like that one post with the fix it spell? Using the wrong spell to get the right outcome? Just pointing at a wound and yelling "FIX IT" at the top of his lungs instead of learning a healing spell. And it urks the FUCK out of Ford.
"please Stanley, I could teach you a few healing spells if you could just-"
"FIX IT!!" *Currently pointing at a broken bone and it somehow setting it back into place with a sickening crack.*
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
the alien race has come to steal your bitches and domesticate your raccoons
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