Love How Netflix Wanted To Rush The Zosan Rivalry So Much That They Had To Find A Reason For Them To

I want to eat your Ford, and your Ford very specifically. He’s such a weirdo, a little freak. I need to emotionally consume him.

In all versions you write him. I need to just

Stan less so, for him I need to more slurp him down, like a smoothie.

I’m very happy that you like my flavor of Ford, I’ve made him into a lovely combination of every piece of Ford Writing I’ve ever liked, and now he won’t leave me alone.

One pro of having a bad cold is getting to write down exactly how it feels in extreme detail so you can infect characters you write with it later

Yall ever think about how Ford had to relearn how to be a normal human being after 30 years of isolation

yo dudes so i'm currently making a tma book for my friend!

it's basically the tma wiki but in book form :)

(highly inspired by what pricklypearviking on reddit did just much less cool)

current status: i run out of printer toner and im in pain so decided to share this to pass the time

follow-up to this

im home from work bc i Got Injured so im indulging myself by finishing and posting an incredibly noncanonical joke i made about @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's shapeshifter Stan AU (fic here). stan has since learned fiddleford's name unfortunately, but i love to bully him.

sorry about no id but i injured my hand and typing this took a really long time

bonus: things i couldnt make them say but which theyre thinking anyway

I thought this was math.

and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.

Oh I just had a question, which I don't know if anyone else has already asked, if so oops

Has Cat Stan ever had to deal with rude tourists as a cat? And has his family ever had to intervene?

No one has asked, so your gtg!

Nowadays no, he's an expert at dodging unwanted hands by the time the twins showed up. But when the museum first opened it probably happened a few times when he wasn't paying attention and tourists arrived early/ stayed late, or if Stan thoughtless grabbed something and got catified during work hours. Most of the time Stan would just hiss and run, but knowing his luck he probably got cornered at least once by an especially rude toursit and had to be rescued by Ford or one of the McGuckets. One of them tended to be on hand at the museum for the first year or so in case of emergencies while Stan figured out his business model.

Have an idea for a fic that I’m definitely not going to write.

essentially, ford hits a roadblock in his research, but doesn’t summon Bill. He’s just burned out from all that gifted kid syndrome, trying to power through it. His mother recommended he take a break, and the perfect opportunity for that arrived when Fiddleford calls, asking Ford to be his Best Man, and inviting him to his bachelor party.

in Vegas.

so Ford reluctantly goes with Fiddleford and two of his other friends to the city of sin, and Ford completely DESTROYS the casinos. He’s counting cards, he’s worked out the algorithm for when the slot machines hit a jackpot, and he gets SUPER drunk. Ford is having the time of his life cus he gets to use maths to flex on people. And he’s NOT SUBTLE.

so at the end of the night, the casino take Ford out back, and send a goon to beat him up.

and you’ll never guess who the goon is!

so now Stan and Ford have to work together and try to escape the gangs and crime lords that run 1970s Las Vegas.

I call it Gifted Kid Syndrome.

again, not doing anything with it, feel free to do anything with the idea, up to and including wiping your butt with it. Just like, tag me or whatever.

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.