anarchysammichh

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The picrew looked super cute so I thought I'd try this!

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

what about the early worm? what does it get? eaten?

brother when i tell you i am losing my MIND

also this is why i didnt post for 2 days i havent been drawinf anything else i because this 24 second lipsync animation took me 12 hours ! i lovw art(it wouldve taken less but i am insane and decided every frame has to be different)

also i was using a cooler effect before but CAPCUT decided i wasnt allowed to🥀(it was a pro effect💔)

what's this, a redemption arc?

@pinefamilycatsau @heideez @inkyrainstorms @pickledoesthetumbling

@chaseerr0rcode @its-that-anon <- it's been an honor being evil with you 🫡

Everyone, chasee. Without further ado, I present to you

I think the punishment fits the crime

lay my curses all to rest, make a mercy out of me

Also, I made T shirts

Draw your oc in it if you want

thought I'd practice drawing some action so naturally, it turned into mullet stan

reference credits go to unfins (linked their linktree), go read their webtoons they're absolutely hilarious

I honestly don't remember the exact origin of mine, but it was probably connected to one of my previous usernames. When making my (now dead) chess.com account many years back, I must've been hungry at that moment because I ever so creatively named it "I want a sandwich." Then some point later in the timeline, I used that as my display name on discord but couldn't for the life of me figure out an @ (I believe "I want a sandwich" was already taken).

And for whatever reason, I decided I wanted the word "anarchy" and the theme of sandwiches in there somewhere, "sandwich" itself didn't sound sufficiently funny, therefore "sammich," and the rest was history lol. Basically been using the same user for everything from that point on. Oh and I added on an extra h later because free will is not real.

open tags!! everybody share your name lore!

Hey! Tag Game!

I'm gonna try to start one of these lmao

Reblog with the story behind your username

In Breath of the Wild, Urbosa calls Zelda her little bird, I modified it and stole it basically. sometimes I am also Birb because it's just funny

@itsa-thing @i-love-zelda-16 @fithesworddweller @alientheoristemmy @lizzable @astoria-nyx-moon @amayis-bigtower @loaboo @preposterousray @stargazin-on-mars @rav3nz3r0 @crims0nr0s3 @clowncore09 anybody else that feels like sharing ig

Fuccckkinngg Siddlesord Sunday or something

the infamous thigh high ask @pinefamilycatsau since you asked so kindly

Stan is definitely a bisexual but he's also a capitalist in his 60's. So pride month. I imagine Stan making the whole shack rainbow themed to sell stuff. I mean, so much rainbow that even Mabel thinks it's too much. So anyway, next summer rolls around. It's June, Stan has given Soos the advice to make everything rainbow. Ford is down in his lab and hasn't seen the light of day in days. Then he remembers he has a family. So he goes upstairs. The second he opens the door he goes all "AH! MY EYES! DID THE UNICORNS INVADED THE SHACK?!"

This is the angstiest thing I’ve ever written, and WORST OF ALL, this could technically count as canon compliant, which means it just. Hurts a whole bunch.

This was written for the Memory Vial AU, which means I’m tagging a whole bunch of people for this, which also means that I, would like, to apologize.

@kagaintheskywithdiamonds @thefallenangel2008 @inkyrainstorms @willapines618 @pickledoesthetumbling @xirine13 @pinefamilycatsau

Without further ado, this is the Stan Swap, aka moments before the memory gun.

“What other choice do we have?”

The bars of their pyramid shaped cage are uncomfortably warm under Ford's fingers.

They should be cold, distantly, a mark in Ford's mind grumbles that cage bars should all be cold, but these ones, made of a demon's magic and unbreakable, are slightly warmer than his palms. He can feel it through the gloves, like touching a warmed mug, and it's just another thing that's wrong in this place.

He's going to have to give in.

To save the kids, if nothing else. Ford's not sure what Bill Cipher will do with him after he gets the equation, and starts the end of the world, but it won't be pleasant. It could be torture, he could be killed outright, but whatever the consequences, its better than letting the children, bright Dipper and shining Mabel, be crushed for his mistakes.

Ford is shaking, just slightly. Here in this cage, with his brother, he lets himself be a little afraid.

“He wants into your brain,” Stanley says quietly. “But, if we trapped him in someone else's, would the memory gun work?”

Ford turns.

Stanley has a look in his eyes, a contemplation, running numbers, like he's planning out just how heavy to lay into a con back at the Mystery Shack. He's thinking, but there's also a fierceness in his look.

Ford swallows. “There's nothing else Bill wants.” He draws in a slow breath, and lets it out in a sigh.

“It's my mind he needs, and I'm immune to the gun's effects.”

“But I'm not.”

Ford drags his eyes back up to his brother. The fire in his eyes hasn't pulled away, instead it's sharpened, and a grin, wry and quick, flashes on his face.

“What?”

“Ford.” Stan says, and his voice is hard and serious. “There's nothing he wants in your mind, and the gun won't work on you anyway, but it'll work on me.”

There is a moment, small and heavy, where Ford's mind stalls, lags behind. He squints at his brother, confused. Stan's face gives nothing away, but the grin gets bigger. It still doesn't reach his eyes.

“We're twins, Stanford.”

The revelation, the understanding, the shock, when it does come, jabs a shard of ice so deeply into Ford's chest that he lets out a little sharp sound.

“..No.”

“Yes,” Stan says, and he's already shedding his suit jacket. “C'mon, switch coats with me. Actually-all of it. We gotta make this count.”

“Stanley,” Ford gasps. “No. We're not- we can't just switch places.”

They had done this prank, this joke, as children all the time. It had worked on teachers, even their parents sometimes, but they were children.

The consequences back then weren't dire. They weren't joking around with the fate of the world, there weren't lives at stake.

Stan has successfully taken off the jacket, and he holds it out with a hand. With the other, he undoes the laces of his shoes. He's wobbly, standing only on one foot, but he's moving quickly.

Ford doesn't take the jacket. The horror of this is sinking in.

“Stan this-it would erase your mind. Your-your memories, everything that makes you a person.”

He would be a shell. A husk. Gutted and swept clean of any experiences, any feeling. A blank eyed old man, quiet and docile. Everything Stan isn't. The thought of it is terrible, it makes Ford sick.

“I mean yeah,” Stan says, far too casually for someone talking about the destruction of their own mind. “But it would stop Bill. We have to stop Bill.”

He raises up his suit jacket until it's in Ford's eye line. He shakes it, just a little.

Stan's eyes are determined, but also desperate.

“Ford. Let,” he swallows and starts again. “We have to do this. You have to let me do this.”

Ford hovers his hand over the jacket, but he can't force himself to grab it. To take it would be an agreement, a deal, this time not for knowledge, but for his brother's very soul. His hand shakes.

Stan doesn't look away. They don't have much time, Ford can see it in his eyes.

“Please.” Stan whispers, and Ford crumbles.

He takes the jacket.

Stan doesn't sigh in relief, he doesn't smile, he just moves. Quickly and methodically, he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Ford follows suit, takes off his gloves and shoves them in the pockets of his coat, sheds that too. He dumps his clothes on the floor, the boots and his turtleneck.

Stan hands him his button up, and doesn't comment on Ford's scars at all. Ford doesn't comment on his.

As Ford puts it on, he realizes that the shirt is still warm.

The pants are close enough that they don't need to change, but the shoes take the longest for Ford to do up. The laces escape his fingers, over and over, the digits shaking too hard.

He gives up on them, terrified, as a great thunderous rumble echoes in the pyramid above them.

They're running out of time.

“Here.” Stan says, and Ford flinches.

Stan looks like him. The turtleneck and the coat, while predictably fitting him tightly, are still firmly in place. The boots, even. Each detail, except for the hands, matches up.

Stan hands Ford the fez cap.

Ford takes it, and licks over cracked lips to speak. “The fingers.” He says. “How are we going to-Bill would notice.”

“Aw, crap.” Stan pats his sides, likely looking for something that's now in the pockets on Ford's person, and pulls out the gloves.

Ford had sewn them himself, a million years ago. He'd butchered multiple pairs of gloves before he finally figured out how to best sew an allowance for the extra finger. He cut these in half, in between the four fingers on the original glove, and then cut out just the middle finger on another pair, and sewed it on the cut ones. It left a pair of gloves with an extra middle finger, which fit him perfectly.

He remembers being excited about it, waving his hands around and bending all his fingers, watching the fabric stretch and pull, but actually fit.

He'd felt a little bad, back then, destroying another perfectly usable pair of gloves just to make something for himself. Just to fix something that was his own problem.

As he watches Stan slide them on, and stick a pen inside to fill out the extra middle finger, Ford sees the irony in it. In the act of destroying something innocent to cover his own skin.

“That should do it.” Stan grins, and he wiggles his actual fingers in the glove. The middle one is unnaturally stiff, but if he holds his hands straight, and if Cipher doesn't look too carefully, maybe it'll work.

If If If. Maybe Maybe.

Ford slides the fez cap on, until it just barely touches his ears. It covers up his slightly darker hair, at the very least. Stan's hair is a little flatter than his, if you know what you're looking for.

The swap is complete, the puzzle pieces rearranged and shoved into incorrect spots, but at least they lay flat.

Ford can't find something to say.

There are a million things he should say, needs to say, but each time he opens his mouth, the words shrivel up and die in his throat.

He's afraid, and this time it's not for himself.

“Stanley,” he starts to say, forlorn and apologetic, but Stan cuts him off.

“Hold that thought,” he says, and he holds out the memory gun.

Ford freezes.

If he thought taking the jacket was difficult, this is impossible.

He stares at it, and cannot move his arms from his sides. This is a sort of death that is being handed to him. A murder weapon, a destroyer. The rock in Cain's hand. Ford cannot take it.

“It will erase you Stanley,” He says. “All-all of your memories. Your past. Everything. You won't know who you are, who the kids are.”

Who I am. Ford doesn't say. I don't think I could stand it, to see you not know me.

“It's alright,” Stan says. His voice is somehow comforting, despite all this. It's quiet, but strong, unwavering.

It's a hell of a good con.

“It'll be quick.” He says, and it makes Ford suck in a fast gasp.

He squeezes his eyes shut, to force the tears back.

He realizes he's going to have to pull the trigger. He'll need to do it fast, just after the deal is struck, before Stan-before Bill can recover. In a moment, he'll need to wipe his brother's mind of everything it is, everything it was.

Ford will have to do it.

“I can't.” He says. And his voice sounds like the beginning of a sob. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth and suddenly all he can taste is blood, and he doesn't want to reach for the gun at all, he doesn't want to be in his brother's clothes at all, he wants to be away, back in the shack, even back in that cold and dreary basement, at least then he won't have to do this.

“Please Stanley, don't,” there is a tightness in his throat, and it's guilt and it's regret and it's love, love for his brother and Ford can't even say it, can't possibly form it all into enough words so that Stanley will understand.

“Please don't make me do this.” Ford whispers. He sounds like a child.

There is a hand on his, and the handle of the memory gun slips between Ford's fingers. Another hand, warm even through the gloves, curls his fingers around it.

Stan holds the gun steady, until he's sure that Ford has it, that Ford's shaking hand won't drop their last chance. Then, he lets go.

“Sixer,” Stan says, and the name out of his mouth is warm and it makes the pressure in Ford's chest swell. It's nothing like how Bill says it, how he's ever said it.

This nickname is one of care, of childhood boats and dreams, of trust, unbroken and broken.

It's love. Ford can hear it.

Stan's eyes are watering. Still, they hold that same determination, that fire. That life.

Ford tries to hold it in his mind. Soon, soon he will look into blank eyes and that life, the memories of a life will be gone. He tries to hold it, hold on to the sight of it.

“I need to know that you'll do it.” Stan says, and it's the worst thing he's ever said.

It's worse than anything Ford has ever heard. It's worse than anything Ford ever will hear, because there is pleading in his brother's voice. He's pleading to die.

He's asking Ford to pull the trigger.

Ford is a weak man.

In this moment he realizes he's never been strong. He's always been a coward, and a fool, and a terrible brother and a worse man because in this moment, he is weak.

Ford nods. His fingers tighten on the handle of the memory gun, and he slides it carefully into the breast pocket of his brother's suit.

There's a tick of relief in Stan's shoulders.

He smiles, a tiny thing that still manages to look warm. His eyes are wet.

Ford reaches forward. It's been forty years, almost forty one, since Ford has hugged his brother. He cannot remember the last time he did so, and he hopes, god he hopes that Stanley does, that Stan remembers, even for these brief last moments, that at some point Ford cared enough to show how he feels.

Ford reaches forward, to grab, to pull, to hold on, even for the brief moment they have left, before Bill comes in and the show starts, the con falls into place, Ford reaches forward to do something.

Stanley steps away.

He takes a single half step backwards, until Ford's hand can only reach empty air.

“Save it,” he says gently, kindly. “Until after, okay? When, when I remember again.”

Ford is trying so hard to hold back tears that his teeth are chattering ever so slightly.

“Okay?” Stan repeats, and for the first time Ford sees fear in his brother's face, a sort of anxiety that guts him. “We'll, we'll be,”

“It'll be okay.” Ford says. His voice isn't strong, not like his brother's, but he jams that phrase home as hard as he can, like he can prop up his own crumbling resolve with one sentence alone.

“After.” He repeats.

“Until after.” Stan echoes.

Stan takes a big, gusty breath through his nose, and squares his shoulders back. Suddenly the wet eyes are gone, the kind, pleading face is smoothed over, and Stan looks ready.

Ford tries to follow suit. The memory gun weighs his chest down heavily, his jaw won't work properly, but still he tries. He has to be strong, just for this.

Just one more mile.

“Okay.” Stan says, and he slips into the voice of the mask, of a conman, of a man so sure of himself and of every move he's ever made, like he's confident.

“How good is your impression of me?”

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girl they found fordtramarine

Comic Telephone Game

Calling all GF artists and non-artists, come finish this comic!

Rules

- one panel per person

- reblog and post your panel

- make sure to reblog the most recent panel

- shitty drawings are a bonus

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face we did in fact speedrun this i fear. ford is highly concerned.

Spotify won't be a good judge of my taste since I only use it about half the time I want to listen to music (meaning that the other half of my taste is just not represented), but here goes!

Subterranean Homesick Alien - Radiohead

Rusholme Ruffians - The Smiths

You! Me! Dancing! - Los Campesinos

Man Of War - Radiohead

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Wearing the Inside Out - Pink Floyd

The Machine - Lemon Demon

Mary Jane's Last Dance - Tom Petty

Jigsaw Falling Into Place - Radiohead

The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana

Alas I think all my mutuals have already been tagged somewhere above (plus I don't feel like tagging anybody) so anybody else that sees this feel free to join in!

rules: Put your "On Repeat" playlist on shuffle and list out the first ten songs that play, then tag ten people!

tagged by @ourheianera <3 thank you for the tag!!

1. black sorrow - park byeong hoon

2. dead man’s hand - lord huron

3. the night we met - lord huron

4. all-in - 6FU;

5. guilty conscience - tate mcrae

6. break! - AK刘彰

7. greenlight - tate mcrae

8. cure - akugetsu, park byeong hoon

9. like i do - tate mcrae

10. love you goodbye - one direction

tagging (no pressure) @chuuyanakaahara @smolhours @that-was-anticlimactic @chrysofightme !!

Ford does that little startled snort when he wakes up. You know the one

Rendering is taking a minute but I thought I'd post these flats since I think they look pretty good

Headcanon that whenever Ford would go out into the forest during his time researching in Gravity Falls he'd make sure to search this one field with a patch of clovers for four-leaved ones.

Not necessarily because of the luck experiment he mentions on the leprecorn page, but because he just likes the idea of some of the clovers having an extra digit

i love seeing people with very little experience in stem try to write scientist characters working. “he finished the. equation 🩷” yay girl!!!! what was that for though

its a moral dilemma

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @greenbunny7

get double pinged idiots!!!

nah but seriously here's the theme song for dr pines.

WAAUGHH PICKLE GFKSJDMSJK THIS IS SO GOOD OHMGOSKHD I LOVE HOW YOU DID HIS VOICE SO MUCH!!!!

@greenbunny7 @anarchysammichh @aroace-get-out-of-my-face

part 3! dubbed! yippee! i can stitch this with the rest if y'all'd like

"He once spent half an hour discussing his moth collection in extensive detail. This is a physics class, the lesson was about momentum." 5/5 I learned a lot about moths that semester.

"He walks into class everyday with two decanters of coffee and still has to occasionally leave in the middle of class to get it refilled. I've heard other teachers complain about their break room never having any coffee. One time he spilled an entire cup on a stack of papers he was grading, looked down at the mess, went silent for a bit, then cleared his throat and said "everyone gets a hundred." 5/5 that was my only hundred in the class.

"He's cool, he allows us to eat snacks in class. As long as it's not toffee peanuts. Can't imagine what he could possibly have against them." 5/5

"He's very picky about commas. I got an A- once solely because of "an irregular use of an oxford comma."" 4/5

"He thoroughly believes in the multiverse and talks about it as though he's lived through it himself. He offhandedly mentioned he knows how to build a quantum destabilizer (some type of gun?) yet doesn't know how to operate a laptop. He might be an alien." 5/5

"His office hours are atrocious I don't think he ever sleeps." 5/5

"He went surprisingly quiet when someone brought up the possibility of perpetual motion in class. You'll be good as long as you don't bring up the first two laws of thermodynamics. Or the puppet from Poppy Avenue. DON'T bring up the puppet from Poppy Avenue. I still haven't heard back from the guy that said Dr. Stanford looked an awful lot like that puppet." 5/5

"He types one key at a time. I'm talking keymashing each letter with his index finger. There was more than one occasion in which we just watched him type for minutes on end, pausing to take time to think through which key he'll press next." 3/5

"I once saw a whiteboard magnet get stuck to the side of his head. He might be a cyborg." 5/5

"He casually mentioned that his first car was taken by a tree, then refused to elaborate and went on with the lesson as normal. I don't think he meant a tree fell on it." 5/5

Hc that Ford gets a job at a local community college as a physics prof after he and Stan are done sailing around the world and fulfills his destiny as the eccentric professor he was always meant to be

And he quickly gains a reputation amongst the stem students as That Professor

I bet his ratemyprof reviews would be insane:

“He didn’t grade any of our homework until the end of the semester, but he brought something called a ‘plaidypus’ to class and let us pet it. Her name was Dorothy. 5/5”

“He constantly ranted about how ‘triangles are the most untrustworthy shape’ whatever that means. Also he doesn’t know how to use the internet. I hated his class. 5/5”

And many more iterations of “this guy is terrible. 5 stars”

Dr Pine got a standing ovation and Ford.... may have gotten escorted out (again)

Lyrics are by @greenbunny7!! Check out the first and second verse here!

Okay I know it's been a week but here it is! I had this storyboarded for a while but kept putting off cleaning it up (the random art block struck...) Sorry this took a while to get out!!

This was legitimately one of the most fun things I've animated, I'm so glad this was spawned because of this silly au.

Also yes I'm working on the beat for this, but I might not post it for a while because I wanna refine it a lot. I've never composed a beat for anything before so uh yeah. Probably going to post some other things in the meanwhile though!

kiss kiss fall in debt

Non cercarlo, questa è la cosa peggiore che abbia mai fatto

I am not, nor will I ever claim to be a painter, but the image of this would not leave me alone.

I must exist in the knowledge that I made this with my hands

I love this au so much solely because of how Ford treats Dr. Pines as this separate entity from Stan. It's enrichment for him

AAGAHAGAHBDSK HOW DID I NOT SEE THS UNTIL NOW OHMIGOFH THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!!

ACTUALLY. LOSING IT RN. YOUR IMPRESSION OF THE STANS IS FANTASTIC AND THE FLOW MATCHES THEM SO WRLL GDSUSKSHSK

DR PINE'S VOICE TOO AAAHSH ITS SO PERFECT I CANT EVN FORM WORDS RIGJT NOW IM STILL LAUGHING AT JUDT HOW M A D FORD SOUNDS I ITS AMAZING

ABD THE DIALOUGE AT THE BEGINNIGN OUFH THIS IS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

I just imagine stan. under a table. listening to Ford. and trying to hold in his laugher while simultaneously coming up with insults to absolutely destroy his brother. with a puppet.

Okay so I've never created a beat for anything befroe but now is sure a great time to try heh... give me a minute (and by minute I mean a few days) and I'll put everything together (somehow)...

two uploads? in two days? outrageous!

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @babyblankyerror @anarchysammichh

another dr pines voiceover, this time for the rap battle. the flow isn’t as good as i wish it could be, but they’re old men. totally not my inability to rap. again srry for adding extra stan dialogue but it felt wrong to just spring off with no intro. also for the dr pine voice i tried to do it how it was described (stan doing a poor impression of ford), but idk if that’s what you envisioned. lastly, full permission to use this (and find a beat since i couldn’t) . enjoy!

I'm a lil unfamiliar with your puppet AU but there is something wholesome to me about how Ford is mad at the puppet and not Stan, or at least acts that way. He doesn't say "Stan stop being an idiot and using that puppet. I know it's you!"

No, it's more like "Stanley, stay out of this. This is between me and that muppet ass felt skin!"

Like??? He's playing along and it's so damn cute!!

I've done a lot of art for it but it's not my au!! The original concept was by @babyblankyerror and it was expanded by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face. (Both their posts on this au are an absolute delight to go through if you'd like to catch up!)

This au is so perfectly wholesome and silly, and it's just completely taken over my brain space (and subsequently what I draw). I mean Ford was so caught up in building a literal hate room for a puppet that he never even summoned Bill in this au, which is just so funny to me

The fact is that Ford genuinely loves Poppy Avenue (the show that Science Time with Dr Pine is on) but it's that damn puppet that gets him. He just cannot STAND Dr Pine, yet holds no resentment towards Stan for it. They're actually pretty close in this au if anything, which makes the dichotomy of Ford's rage even more hilarious.

I mean Ford is obviously aware of the fact that Stan is pupetting (is that a word??) Dr Pine, but his rage is always entirely directed towards the puppet.

And I imagine that when Ford recognizes Stan's voice when he's pupetting (???) other puppets on Poppy Avenue he's all "aw my brother," but as soon as Dr Pine comes on, he's immediately swearing madly at the screen or just barely containing his rage.

GKSJDKDJS THIS ACTUALLY KILLED ME HELPP I GOTTA ANIMATE TJIS NOW DONT I

when I'm resurrected (and when I'm done with the rap battle) I may or may not make an animatic of this if you're alright with me using your audio (with credits of course!!)

@babyblankyerror @aroace-get-out-of-my-face @greenbunny7

i did it. fords rant. this has taken me a while to actually upload bc tumblr is silly sometimes. but i did it. with my midtier ford impression (stan is way easier to do and a lot better). i will follow up on my promise to do the lyrics for the rap battle, maybe tonight maybe tomorrow. who knows? not this gal.