Dialogue Thing #10

*Pops out of bathtub and sucks in air* Okay, hear me out...

Moon drunkenly scream-singing Chop Suey! by System of a Down at 2:00 in the morning.

Maybe Jack is covering Dazzle's ears so she can sleep. Maybe not.

Sun, Solar, and Lunar would be mad at him, but they're in awe of how amazing his inebriated voice sounds.

And once Moon sobers up the next morning, his family never lets him hear the end of it.

This is unrelated to anything. Just rambling.

*Sinks back into bathtub*

Dang it, I cried, too...

This is so nice ❤️

This video made me cry so I wanted to put it here

*Sun and Moon getting ready for a formal event*

Sun: (Peeking into Moon's room) Moon? Moon, are you almost ready? We have to-

Moon: (Wearing a strapless flowing dress)

Sun: ...

Moon: ...What?

Sun: ...You need to pick a different outfit.

Moon: ...Why?

Sun: (Steps into Moon's room, revealing him wearing the exact same dress)

Moon: (Sighs) I knew I'd seen it somewhere...

Wrote this to ignore the events of today's episode

No, I am mad at you and your starry eyes and new name will not make this any more endearing -

But hey! New villain duo. Can't wait to see what problems these two are gonna cause together...

YAY HE'S LIKE ME <3

Me when solar is bi

AWWWWW!!

how i imagine Moon's first grilled cheese experience went-

fascinated by the pull, see how far it can streeeeetch

Ford's autism

K so I don't think I need to defend the interpretation Ford is on the spectrum. People make jokes about him being autistic all the time. We all see it. What I want to do here is sort of connect together some character details and examine them through the lens of my own autistic experiences.

I wanna start with his hands. It's an observation I've seen from multiple people that Ford is insecure about his hands and often hides them behind his back or in his pockets. And yeah, he is obviously insecure about them. He even mentions his six fingers at times where they aren't really relevant to anything it just showcases the space this physical deviation of his takes up in his mind. And yes, it makes sense that he's insecure about them because he was bullied for them growing up. But I want to add to this observation.

Ford would have been bullied regardless.

The problem was never really his hands. When you're on the spectrum people around you can tell that you're weird. Uncanny. Something is different and feels wrong about you to NT people and especially kids. They will pick any shallow superficial thing they can find as an excuse to bully you and justify the sense of revulsion they feel around you but can't articulate. If Ford had been born with normal hands they just would have made fun of him for something else, it would have been his glasses or, or the movies he liked, or hell maybe some good old-fashioned antisemitism. Literally, any excuse they could find.

I know growing up I tried for years to change the things about me that I was made fun of for and it never made things any better. The bullying never stopped. "Fixing" things about myself didn't work because the thing that was actually "broken" was something fundamental to who I am. That realization as a kid was soul-crushing. That there was nothing I could do that would ever make be "normal" that would ever make people like me. I felt like an alien born on the wrong planet.

Ford continues to latch onto his hands as a sore spot because they're something simple and obvious he can point to as an excuse for why he's so outcast. He probably knows by this point that the hands aren't actually the problem. I'd argue this journal entry and his comment about "another failed social interaction" shows that he's aware the hands aren't actually the problem. But it is a lot easier to fixate on those than to dwell directly on that sinking feeling that at the core of you're being you are fundamentally weird, wrong, unlovable. Ford's a genius. If his polydactyly bothered him that much he could have removed the extra digits. The hands aren't the problem, they're a symbol of a more fundamental kind of pain.

On a side looking at it through this lens also makes the gloves Fiddleford gives him an extra sweet gift given what they represent. A kind of wholehearted acceptance of who Ford is and even a willingness to adapt to his unique needs just to show him love and affection. I think something that hurts me so much about their relationship is that Ford had someone who very clearly loved him as is and would have never wanted him to be someone or something else and Ford was too stubborn to fully appreciate that.

The same is true of Stanely by the by, he never had a problem with his brother being weird. Another relationship with someone who loved Ford as is but who Ford took for granted. He needs these kinds of relationships in his life. People who embrace and accept him for the weirdo he is. He needs them desperately, which gets me to my next point.

Ford's ego. So it's also a common observation that Ford has a massive ego. He's kind of an ass, to put it mildly. But I have had someone in conversation frame it like the pressure to prove themselves was just on Stanley and Ford just spent his whole life being hyped up and told he was hot shit. This isn't true, or at least isn't a flattening of his experiences.

Ford was praised for his genius. This is true. But his own father only gave a shit when said genius showed signs of netting material gains for the family. It only mattered cause Ford could be useful. Furthermore, this genius never netted him social acceptance from his peers growing up. He was still a bullied weirdo loser most of his childhood. Add that seeing Stnaley kicked out would have drilled into Ford's head that if he couldn't make something out of himself his family wouldn't want him either. Stan was an unspoken threat of what this family does to failures.

Gonna bring up my own personal experiences again. Having set the stage for how it feels growing up on the spectrum. For that feeling of alienness that you can't really explain. I loved to write and draw from a very young age. Moreover, as I got older I realized that when I drew, people were nice to me. The only time I got social acceptance was when people were admiring or praising me for my art. So I did it more and more, I devoted myself feverishly to my art. I loved it anyway and would have hyper-fixated on it regardless but the positive reinforcement turned art from something I loved to a need. I NEEDED to be an artist. I needed to be the best at my school. I needed all eyes on my work because it was the only way I could make friends. The only way I could prove that I had value. That I deserved a place in society.

I see that in Ford. I see his ego not as shallow narcissism but as an overwhelming need to prove his value as a person. To be loved and accepted and believing that no one will want him if he isn't brilliant. If he doesn't change the world. If he isn't useful. This is also why he couldn't bring himself to destroy his research even knowing it was the safest and most responsible option. Burning down everything he worked for would mean finally giving up on the fantasy of ever being accepted or valuable.

The sad thing is he's so single-mindedly fixated on this personal goal of proving his worth to the world that when people do come along that love him unconditionally he takes them for granted. These people are statistical anomalies in his life. Nice to have around, but not enough to fix the bigger problem. They aren't reflective of society at large. They aren't enough to prove that he personally is loveable. Just that on occasion he meets another weirdo, and for a while it's nice. Like a campfire in a barren tundra. But he has to keep moving, he can't stay. Warmer lands are ahead if he can just get to them if he can just keep moving.

This also is why Ford was so susceptible to Bill. Bill told Ford what he needed to hear. That he was destined for greatness. That, that fundamental wrongness he felt all his life was something incredible other people just couldn't see, not yet at least. Bill promised Ford exactly what he wanted, but not what he actually needed. Ford never needed the world at large to accept him. He just needed a few good people.

I also think his chemistry with Bill was connected to his autistic experiences as well. Bill is literally an alien. There's no pressure to mask around him. To try and "act normal". Ford can just be himself with Bill and not have to think about it. And sure, he could be himself around Fiddleford, but Fidds is still human. The anxieties of human social expectations are still present. Like when Fidds get him a gift for the holidays and Ford feels a bit guilty that it didn't even occur to him to do the same. He doesn't have to think about these social nuances with Bill.

That said I'm sure Bill isn't what his world would have considered neurotypical anyway. Not that Ford would know that. But Bill was also a strange freak in his own society. Just as outcast, possibly more so. I think Bill sees a bit of his own experiences reflected in Ford. I think he relates to him on a level. Not that he would ever admit it outright due to his own ego. I think Bill's fixation on him after the breakup also stems from Ford rejecting the path that Bill chose for himself. Bill still lives with some sort of deeply repressed guilt for what he did. Imagine how validating it would have been to see someone else like him burn their own world to the ground for the same reasons Bill did. But no, Ford's a better man than him, and Bill can't stand it.

Ok, I don't know how to end this long-ass monologue so I'm gonna call it here I guess. I just sort of wanted to spill some thoughts of mine about Ford as a character. If anyone else wants to add to this with other examinations of Ford's character through this lens go right ahead. I'm just saying as an autistic person myself I understand every choice Ford made. I could relate to why he did the things he did even if I know those were mistakes and even acknowledging that he's kind of an asshole. Ford is a strange man who makes an eerie amount of sense to me.

Dialogue Thing #7

"You wanna tell me why you smell like a burnt pancake?"

"...Do you want the answer that's gonna make you laugh at me?"

"..."

"..."

"I...just tell me if we're gonna have to clean up the kitchen or call the fire department."

Fluffy

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hey tsams fandom why dont we just all be friends and hold hands? we're all sharing the playground theres no reason to start wars, and DEFINITELY no reason to harass people and send gore and smut and death threats. lets just all be nice to each other okay? okay.

block whoever you want, dont engage with stuff you dislike.... just dont be a dick needlessly? you're just stirring up more negativity by retaliating than if you just left it alone.

"this person is wrong and blah blah blab" okay. block that person. dont send them gore and death threats. okay? okay.

lets just all be nice to each other okay?? okay!!

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